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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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New Girl [02]

airing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

(slow burn, endgame, as in you’ll be seeing some short term pairings here and then as well)

MODERN DAY AU

Word count: 4,094

Warning: self-doubt, anxiety, toxic relationship, emotional/verbal abuse, cursing

Summary: Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on your long term boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn’t you. Since living with him was no longer an option, you’ve ventured out at the advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to reside in. The only issue?

You suddenly have four very odd roommates.

[02]: MISMATCHED

The space around you was maybe a bar. There was definitely someone selling alcohol, but it was off a plastic fold out table, so you weren’t sure if that counted. The people around you were…odd. It was a weird mix of people younger than you and people much, much older than you. Someone in the corner was wearing only black with piercings all over their face and someone in the opposite corner was dressed like an old timey fisherman.

“64%.” Bucky suddenly said from beside you.

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, “Huh?”

“Oh.” Bucky shrugged, “I thought you asked me what our chances were of getting murdered here.”

You snickered and Bucky gave you a lopsided grin. The lot of you were here to support Peter and his band. A band which was apparently named, ‘The Guardians’. This was the first show you had gotten to attend, but apparently it was a regular thing to go to whatever weird ass place they hosted a show in order to cheer them on. This week it was a random location over by the docks.

“Drinks!” Clint wandered back over with Sam. Weirdly, Clint seemed at home here and you had seen random people greet him like they knew him. He was holding a beer bottle and a red plastic solo cup while Sam carried two beers. “I ordered wine for you, [Name], but they had to go into the basement to get the wine and they put it in this cup.”

You gave the item a skeptical glance while Bucky and Sam began to shake their heads. Bucky grabbed the cup from Clint and set it on a table behind him while Sam twisted his lips, “You’re not drinking that.”

“Fair.” You nodded. Bucky reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a flask to hand to you. “Do you just carry alcohol around all the time?”

“I’m a bartender, doll.” Bucky shrugged.

Sam pointed at him with his beer, “Not a good reason, man.”

Clint made a gagging noise and the three of you looked over at him to see him holding the red solo cup again. Sam glared at him, “What the hell are you doing??”

“I was curious!” Clint argued. He took another sip, “It’s a got a real vinegar aftertaste.”

Bucky pointed at him and looked to you, “His chances just went up to 92%.”

“Good evening, Fish Market!” Peter yelled from stage they had just walked onto.

“Is that what this place is called??” Sam mumbled.

On stage, Peter stood in the position of lead singer. He was wearing a red leather vest and held a guitar. To his right was a dark-skinned woman with a bored look on her face. She stood behind keyboards, a mike stand in front of her, and she wore a collection of black leather. To Peter’s left was a short, scruffy man. His features were sharp and his brown hair looked like it had been cut by a blind man using a weed whacker. Behind them, on the drums, was a huge, bald man, made of muscle, who was covered in various tattoos and was currently shirtless.

“What is their…theme again?” You asked as they began to play.

“Space.” Bucky leaned in to answer. He pulled back, paused, then leaned back in, “I think. I’m still actually not sure.”

The set continued and surprisingly they were really good. Peter was a little bit of a train wreck sometimes so you weren’t sure how this was going to go, but he seemed like he knew what he was doing up there and his band mates were equally as good. You found yourself cheering and not just because he was your roommate. After it ended, you all stayed behind in order to talk to Peter and his band after they packed up their gear.

“I’ve been meaning to ask.” Clint scratched the side of his face. He had broken out into a minor case of hives about five minutes after drinking the weird wine. “What are you wearing, [Name]?”

It was odd to you that it took them this long to bring it up. You glanced down at your mismatching outfit and shoes then back up to them, “Well, I left a lot of my clothes at the house I bought with my ex after we broke up so I only have like three outfits and most of them are dirty right now. How are you guys just noticing this?”

“I have a sister.” Sam shook his head. “I learned a long time ago not to question wardrobe unless I want my ass beat.”

“I thought you looked fine. I still do.” Bucky gave you a once over. “What’s wrong with this outfit?”

Clint pointed at you, “She’s wearing five different colors and not a single one matches.” He leaned forward and tugged on the scarf around your neck. “It’s summertime and she has a scarf on, Bucky.”

You grinned and lifted the scarf to show the stain on the front of your shirt, “Yeah, it’s all I had to hide this.”

“Why don’t you just go get your stuff?” Sam asked.

You crossed your arms, “It’s… I… Talking to him isn’t high on my list of things I want to do. I mean, I don’t know if you noticed but I don’t even like saying his name.”

“Oh, we noticed.” All of them chimed in.

You nodded, “There you go.”

“You gotta go get your shit eventually.” Bucky said firmly. “Just keep it simple. Tell him you want your stuff back, get it, and leave it at that. Easy.”

Easy. It sounded easy the way he said it. Getting your stuff back was probably one of the steps in getting over him. Rebound sex hadn’t worked out, but this seemed significantly easier. While you thought this over, Peter and his band began to walk over. You gave him a broad grin and hurried forward to give him a hug, “You did amazing!” He wrapped his arms around you and you grimace and pulled back. “Oh God, you’re so sweaty.”

“That’s just how it is, [Name]. I’m a rock god. This sweat is—”

“Stop talking.” The dark-skinned woman said with a shake of her head.

“Good call.” Peter replied then motioned to you, “Guys, this is my new roommate. Roomie, this is Gamora, Rocket, Drax, Groot, and Mantis.”

The first three names went to the people you saw on stage, while the last two were people who had worked off stage with the lights and sounds. Groot was an enormously tall, quiet man with shaggy brown hair and a thick brown beard. Mantis, on the other hand, was a short, petite woman with a warm, bubbly energy about her.

“You guys are super great.” You grinned.

“Which is surprising since this assclown—” Rocket grumbled and glared at Peter, “—missed his fucking cue.”

Peter snapped his head to glare at the short man, “I hit the cue that I said I was going to hit, you raccoon person.”

“Call me a raccoon person again, Quill!” Rocket yelled.

You opened your mouth, but Sam and Clint just shook their heads at you. You glanced at Bucky and he shrugged, “This is normal.”

Gamora motioned to Clint who was scratching the back of his neck like a dog with fleas, “What’s wrong with Barton?”

“He drank the mystery wine.” You answered.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that.” Gamora shook her head while Peter and Rocket continued to argue, “They make that in the basement themselves and they say the fruit is a mystery blend.”

Clint laughed and continued scratching, “Cool, cool, cool. Quick question, am I going to die?” The entire group mumbled various affirmatives and Clint gave everyone a quick thumbs up before going back to scratching. “Nice.”

Your workday had ended early. The only gig you had to be at was one Natasha was working and she was magic on the set. Since you had so much free time now though, you went ahead and texted your ex-boyfriend to meet you at a local park. You needed to face him. You needed to get your stuff back. All the guys said so.

As you mentally gave yourself a pep talk, you spotted a familiar face in your peripherals. There he was. John Walker. He had let his scruff grow out on his jaw and his blonde hair was slicked back. The two of you had the kind of cute meeting you saw in romantic comedies. You had run into each other at a coffee shop, and he seemed like your dream guy. Charming, handsome, sweet. As time went by, the features you found endearing seemed to slip away. John had a temper on him, and God he had never hit you, but sometimes he’d say some really terrible things. John was always quick to apologize afterwards, and for so long you bought into it. According to him, he was the best you were ever going to have, and you believed him.

It wasn’t true. You were worth more than he said, you understood that now, but sometimes in moments of weakness his voice would nag at the back of your mind and remind you of all your worst insecurities.

“Babe!” John called out with a bright smile, “I was wondering when you’d call.”

He sat down on the bench beside you and suddenly pulled you into an uncomfortable hug. You didn’t know how to just pull away so you awkwardly patted his back a few times until he released you. You gave him a tense smile, “Hi, John. Thanks for coming. Listen, I need—”

“I know, I know.” John set his hand on your knee and you shifted in place with a grimace, “I’m sorry for what you saw. It was a mistake, baby. I want you back too.”

You quickly shook your head, “No, I… I just need to swing by and grab my stuff. I left a lot of clothes there and…”

“Just come back.” John replied. “You’re being ridiculous. I told you I didn’t sleep with her.”

“You were making out with her, John. In our living room.” You argued.

John scoffed, “It’s the stress of work. My commanding officer has been on my ass and—”

“I know but—”

“Don’t interrupt me.” John snapped. “Look, let’s just get dinner. Talk about this. I want you back.”

You shook your head, “I don’t think that’s a—”

“9:00 tonight. At Giordio’s. I know you like their chicken parmesan.” John gave you a smirk. He squeezed your knee once before rising from his seat and just leaving. You didn’t even like their chicken parmesan. He did. With a groan, you covered your face with your hands. God, you couldn’t do rebound sex right and now you couldn’t even get closure right. What the hell was wrong with you?

You fished around in your purse to find your phone so you could call Natasha. You needed someone now otherwise you were going to implode in on yourself, and nobody talked you off a ledge better than your redheaded best friend.

Clint was sitting sideways in the recliner as he threw the palm sized basketball across the room and into the basket hanging on the wall in the dining room. Sam, who was at the table, scooped up the ball and tossed it back to him, “Dude, you have the weirdest talents.”

Peter walked out from the hallway and glanced around, “Have you guys seen [Name]? I want her opinion on how to win this argument against Gamora.”

Bucky looked up from the computer resting on his lap as he sat on the couch to where Peter was standing with his phone in hand, “God could reach down to help you and you wouldn’t win an argument against her.”

“I think she’s still at work.” Sam answered.

As if God himself wanted to prove them wrong, the front door swung open hard, like someone had kicked it, and in came the woman in question and the scary model you called best friend. Your eyes were reddish, like you had been crying earlier, and the sniffle that came from you was more evidence of the fact. Clint straightened up in his seat, Sam sat up from the table to stand closer, Peter turned to face you, and Bucky tensed in his seat. You gave them a quick wave before rushing to her room.

They weren’t able to get a single word out because Natasha descended on them in a Russian rage. She threw her purse down and they all flinched as she let her deadly glare drift over every single one of them, “Which one of you dumb motherfuckers told her to talk to her ex?”

Sam pointed at Bucky who point at Clint who pointed at Sam. Peter, on the other hand, shook his head, “Wait, what now?”

“Okay, idiot three is clear.” Natasha scoffed and turned to the other three.

“Wait, how did you choose the order of these idiot titles?” Clint asked, but when her blazing blue-green eyes landed on him he sunk in his seat, “Not important. Never mind.”

Natasha clasped her hands together, a motion that made her look like she was physically restraining herself from clawing at them, “Let me make this clear. It is not your job to give her advice about that fucking bastard. That is my job, you idiots.”

“Okay, we get it, we’re idiots.” Bucky said and stood up, tossing his laptop aside, “Can you tell us what happened?”

“She went to talk to him, and he was an ass to her.” Natasha snapped. “That man is straight poison and the last thing she needed was to face him alone. You have no idea—” She bit her tongue, paused, then shook her head. “If she wasn’t so weirdly attached to you people, I’d murder you all right now.”

Peter raised his hand, “Even me? Because I thought we established that idiot three was not involved in this?”

Bucky bit back a sigh and left the living room to head toward your room. He heard Peter say something and Natasha began to rant again. Rightfully so though. Bucky hated the idea of anyone messing with his family and when he really thought about it, it was stupid of them to suggest you go alone. As alright as you acted, he didn’t know the history there and he shouldn’t have pushed you into this like he did.

He knocked on the door and when your voice called out, Bucky stepped into the room.

You were sitting on the floor with your back against the foot of your bed looking at a picture you had taken with John very early into the relationship. When you looked up, Bucky stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. You gave him a tight lipped smile and small wave, “Hi, Bucky.”

“Hey.” He sighed and crossed the room to you. He stepped over your outstretched legs and then sat on the floor beside you. Bucky’s eyes landed on the photo in your hand, “This the guy?”

You held up the photo that had been taken around Christmas time while the two of you were ice skating in Central Park, “Yupp. This is John. This is three years of my life.”

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked.

“I think so.” You shrugged. “I tried to take the advice you guys gave me and met with him so I could get my stuff but…”

Bucky shook his head, “That’s our fault. We shouldn’t have told you to do that. It wasn’t our place.”

“No, you were right. I need to.” You argued. “I can just never get a word in with him, you know? It was always his way or the highway. I told him I wanted my clothes and he told me we were meeting for dinner tonight. No arguments.”

Bucky’s lips turned down into his signature grumpy, frown and you had to hold back a chuckle. He took the photo from your hand and threw it behind the two of you, “You aren’t going to do that are you?”

“I don’t want to.” You said. “I was so blind our entire relationship. I let so much slide and it wasn’t until he was sucking some other girl’s face that I realized how terrible it all was. The shit he said, I—” Bucky gave you a soft, concerned look. You shrugged. “John just always made me feel so small and worthless. I think I would’ve broken up with him ages ago except he somehow brainwashed me into thinking he was the best I could do.”

Bucky clenched his jaw and for a moment you thought you had made him angry. He shook his head though and when his gaze landed back on yours there was only comfort there, “You know that’s not true right. You’re… incredible, and you deserve the world.”

You rolled your eyes and bumped your shoulder into his, “I’ve been here five weeks. You barely know me.”

“I know that you wake up earlier than you need to on Thursdays because you know Clint comes home from his late night odd jobs then and if you don’t get up to make him breakfast he’ll just pass out without it. I know you listen to Peter rant about every single argument he has with Gamora and the others no matter how tired you are.” Bucky shrugged. “I know you drive out of your way to pick up Sam’s favorite food to bring home for dinner on days where you know he had a rough case in the office. And…” Bucky dragged the word out. He gave you a soft smile, “I know you were the one to finally convince Peter not to practice his new songs before noon because you know that’s when I sleep after a shift at the bar.”

You pulled your legs in to wrap your arms around them and rest your chin on your knees, “You stalking me or something, Barnes?”

“I’m observant.” He replied. “Now come on.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Bucky stood up. He offered you his hand and you let him pull you up to your feet. He gave you grin, “We’re gonna go get your stuff and we might kill your useless ex while we’re at it. I don’t know, we can decide in the car.”

You laughed as he dragged you out of your bedroom.

Ten minutes later, six of you were jam packed into your small car. Bucky was sitting in the passenger seat while the other three guys were stuffed into your backseat. Natasha was sitting on Clint’s lap.

“I just think I should say that I am honored you chose my lap to sit on.” Clint spoke up.

“Oh, I regret it already.” Natasha replied.

Peter slapped his thighs, “I’m warm and ready for you over here, babe.”

“Jar.” You said, meeting his eyes in the rear view mirror. “Definite jar.”

He groaned, “You guys can’t jar me in places where there are no jars.”

You slowed the car until it came to a complete stop at the curb. The house was adorable as you remembered it to be. A pretty yard, a small porch, and yellow window panels. It was supposed to be your future. You wondered what that would’ve looked like. What would’ve happened if you hadn’t walked in on him and that girl.

“[Name].” Natasha mumbled and you glanced around the car to see them all looking at you in concern. For one, you wouldn’t have your boys. You gave them a firm smile and climbed out of the car. They did the same, but they lingered by the curb while you walked up to the front door. His car wasn’t in the driveway and when you knocked on the door there was no response. You counted that as a blessing and used the key hiding under a decoration to the side of the door.

Now, you had to be quick.

Natasha came in and the two of you grabbed your clothes and the remainder of your belongings. The two of you messily threw the items into any spare box you could find and as you brought them out to the front porch, one of the guys would grab it and load it into the car. You had the last box in your arms and when you stepped outside you spotted John’s car pulling into the driveway. Natasha walked out from behind you, taking the box from you, but you kept your eyes on John.

He jumped out of his truck, angry, and marched over, “What the hell are you doing!?”

“I got all my stuff.” You replied firmly. John stormed up to you, but before he even got close the guys stepped in front of you.

John motioned to them, “Who are these people?!”

“My roommates.” You answered.

“Roommates??” John cried out in surprise, “These four men are your roommates?”

Sam crossed his arms, “Yeah, we are.”

Natasha turned to the guys, “The TV in the living room. The big flat screen? [Name] paid for that. Go get it.”

You hadn’t planned on taking it. You just wanted what you needed and wanted to get out. Clint clapped his hands once and Peter held up two thumbs up while they jogged inside to follow instructions. John glared at Natasha, “You—”

“Fuck off, Walker.” Natasha flipped him off and walked inside for God knows what.

Sam and Bucky stayed a step forward on either side of you. Both had their arms crossed tightly over their chests. It was almost comical, and you probably would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the fact that John was glaring at you right now.

He shook his head, “Come home, babe. I’m not going to let you live with these assholes.”

Sam snorted and you stepped past your friends to settle your own glare on the man in front of you, “They’re not assholes. They’re my friends—no, my family, and I love them.” John scoffed, but you didn’t stop. “They’ve been better to me these last five weeks than you were to me in the last three years. John, I—” You sucked in a sharp breath. “I thought I was gonna marry you. Spend the rest of my life with you and I cannot tell you how happy I am to find out I was wrong.” You shook your head. “Lose my number, John.”

You turned on your heel to walk back to the car and wait for your friends for the TV, but a large hand grabbed your bicep roughly and yanked you back. A yelp of pain and surprise slipped from your lips, but it was short lived. Suddenly, his arm was off you and you were hidden behind Sam who held his arm out protectively. Bucky on the other hand had John’s arm locked behind him and bent in a painful position. John was grimacing and clenching his teeth.

“Touch her again,” Bucky growled, “And I’ll rip your damn arm off, Walker.”

John cursed and Bucky shoved him forward, so he landed on the grass. Clint and Peter came out of the house carefully carrying a TV between them while Natasha had another box of stuff in her arms. They loaded the items in the car while Sam and Bucky began to herd you toward the car. Bucky kept his arm around you.

“Fucking whore.” John spat out from behind you.

You glanced over your shoulder just in time to watch Sam whip around and deck John in the face. He crumpled to the ground while Sam just rubbed his knuckles. Bucky continued to lead you to the car and this time, after he helped you into the passenger seat, he got behind the steering wheel.

He drove away from the curb and nothing was said until the car got to the end of the street. Clint let out a low whistle, “Well, that guy was a fucking douchebag, but at least we got a nice TV now.”

You were the first one to begin to laugh and once you broke that barrier then the others began to laugh as well until the entire car was in an uproar. John Walker was a speed bump in your rearview mirror and you had never been so thankful for the people you had in your life now.

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archive-obsess · 1 year

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Through Sea Mist and Shadows — Bucky Barnes x Reader — Masterlist

after years away, (Y/n) returns to the small family farm on a remote Maine island that was once considered her home. things are different now, her family bears her sad smiles, the fisherman's boy is quiet and reserved, and she herself has changed beyond her own recognition.

a story about returning to one's roots and finding one's self in the arms of an old friend.

started: 5/2/23

status: ONGOING

warnings: mature readers only! 18+

CHAPTERS

prologue

one

two

#bucky barnes #avengers #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes series #james bucky buchanan barnes #marvel #winter soldier #au fanfiction #slow burn #childhood friends to lovers #romance #marvel fanfic series #artist!reader #lumberjack!bucky

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sparklepocalypse · 3 months

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Okay I wanna hear your recs for when you just wanna get lost in another world!

xoxo MJ/kiwiana-writes

Oh hey, @kiwiana-writes! These are multifandom, because there are so many good fics out there in so many fandoms that just provide such good escapism catalysts! They're also, to nobody's surprise, all epic AUs. (And also, hopefully you're not surprised that one of your fics is on the list. 💕)

RWRB: Where the Spirit Meets the Bones by milowren [WIP; Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 48.7k words] I rarely, rarely start WIPs; this AU is one of few exceptions. Alex's mom buys a Victorian era mansion after the end of her second Presidential term. Part murder-mystery, part romance, part modern magic, all fantastic.

RWRB: A Practical Arrangement by you!! (kiwiana!!) [Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 19.8k words] I'm fairly certain that I yelled at you over multiple platforms when I got to the end of the first chapter of this arranged marriage AU... Henry and Alex have been betrothed for three years, and the big day has finally arrived. Just... a phenomenal story.

RWRB: But I love him, whether or no. by @leaves-of-laurelin [Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 77.1k words] Henry moves to NYC to help Pez open a bar. He falls in love with firefighter Alex, who works at the fire station right across the street. Super great friends-to-lovers AU. RWRB: All the Old Showstoppers by @cha-melodius [Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 20k words] This was one of the AUs that really stood out to me when I first started my deep dive into reading fic in this fandom. Alex skips the royal wedding, and three years later he and Henry meet as competitors on The Great Celebrity Bake Off. Delicious.

Five more multifandom recs under the jump; ask me more sleepover weekend stuff!

MCU: A Story We Must Tell by AHM1121 and MissyRivers [Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, E, 166.2k words] An epic AU in which ex-military author James Barnes and ex-military lumberjack/fisherman Steve Rogers meet and fall in love. This one took me a couple days to read, and I'm glad I took my time because it's beautiful.

Boyband RPF: The Way You Know Him by Kaelie and Bethann [JC Chasez/Justin Timberlake, M, 191.2k words] This is boyband RPF, but it's so AU that you'll have to squint to recognize the pop stars' personalities. Justin is new to a publishing house, and JC is on the board. I remember when this was first being published, I waited with bated breath every month for The Way You Know Him Day because I loved it so, so much. That has not changed.

Star Trek: Take Refuge in What You Know by CorpusInvictus [James T. Kirk/Spock, E, 120.3k words] Kirk is new to his apartment building and wants to get to know his neighbors. He meets his neighbor, Spock, a loner who suffers from extreme agoraphobia. Kirk thinks he's a beautiful enigma. This one will hurt your heart in the best way. Mind the tags, though.

The Pacific: The History Books Forgot About Us (And The Bible Didn't Mention Us) by callmejude [Mariell "Snafu" Shelton/Eugene Sledge, E, 116.9k words] A canon (history?)-divergent AU in which Eugene and Snafu bond in a different way after one of their squadmates is shot.

Smallville: Family Portrait by tzigane and zaganthi [Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, E, 130.6k words] An AU in which Lex Luthor is orphaned at a young age, and his mother's will stipulates that she wishes for Martha and Jonathan Kent to become his guardians. Slow, slow burn.

#rwrb fic recs #mcu fic recs #stucky fic recs #rpf fic recs #star trek fic recs #smallville fic recs #historical fic recs #au fic recs #sleepover weekend

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six-demon-bag · 2 months

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enshrined by an ocean divine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo

Summary: Bucky’s a lonely fisherman, isolated after being away at war and losing his arm. A chance encounter with a man made of the ocean on a night when the veil between the worlds is thin leaves him with a purpose for the first time in years, even if that purpose might be loving the sea from afar for the rest of his life.

Rating: Teen

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, ocean god thing zemo, fisherman Bucky, Pining, Lonely Bucky Barnes, Falling In Love

Word count: 6065

Link: enshrined by an ocean divine

Excerpt:

He sits on the edge of his boat, dangling his feet in the water and watching the tiny blue bursts around his toes. The water is dark, fathomless, soft. He tips his head back and looks at the stars, all the slow wheeling constellations dancing around the moon. Bucky squints at the moon, wondering fancifully if he could see the world thinning around it. It’s not like anyone knows where it thins, or if it truly does - no one’s seen the others, but the stories are enough. Besides, who’s going to turn down the excuse for a celebration? Not his village, that’s for sure. Bucky looks back down, across the silent waves. The horizon blends with the ocean, endless darkness above, below, surrounding him until he’s just a tiny point of nothing among the void. A wave rises, crests, and then rises again without collapsing. Bucky frowns at it. It rolls in on itself, building but never truly breaking. Maybe there is something to the stories after all, but none of them spoke of the ocean like this in their cautionary tales. The water twists in the silver light and there’s a man only feet away from Bucky, his torso ending in the foaming waves.

#winterbaron #as threatened a very loosely song inspired fic since i got distracted by lyrics immediately without listening to the rest #sixdemon fic

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dilfstrap · 1 month

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masterlist !

hannibal . . . the patient fisherman (will graham)

marvel . . . unstill sniper (frank castle), a very bad job (tony stark), wit's edge (bucky barnes)

stranger things . . . messy metal (eddie munson)

#top male reader #dom male reader #male reader #gn reader #mdni #usft #sharkie writes

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philtstone · 7 months

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some pairs: peter/gamora, bucky/sarah, han/leia, aishwarya/vikram

some words: literary, aromatic, windswept, proximity

sarah/bucky, windswept

Two Boots River was not ever a river but in fact a marshy channel that got bogged up by water reeds and slime in the summer season. The residents of St. Bernard’s Parish had called it such before there was a parish for St. Bernard anywhere in sight, and at this point it was a long abandoned fisherman’s route; the overnight shacks lining dotting the route were decrepit and all the best spots for crab traps were infested. No one knew by what, but nobody went there anymore anyway, if they were smart. Unless they were taking a shortcut home, to get back in time for a meeting with a potential investor, which Sarah Wilson had scheduled for tomorrow.

“Fuck,” says the woman in question. “Shit damn. This is what I get for being an idiot.”

She isn’t leaning over the side of the boat because that would be terribly unwise in a gale. It could be a hurricane. Nothing about one in the news, but Sarah wouldn’t bet against that just being her luck.

“Maybe I’ll find those boots,” calls out her companion, over the roaring rainstorm.

“You will not,” Sarah says. She keeps having to swipe water out of her eyes. God, it is terrible out here, and the St. Grace is stuck. She is in one of those positions where she cannot be thankful that they made enough money in the last quarter for her to be able to buy a second boat – not when they could possibly lose it in a freak storm of her own idiocy. “You’ll find a bunch of ghosts, that’s what those boots belong to.”

He eyes the churning muck below them with a detachedly contemplative precision that doesn’t make sense given the hurricane. “It’s not a hurricane,” Bucky says.

“I’m gonna lose my house,” says Sarah, wiping her face again and holding down a rope for dear life, lest the whole thing pick up and fly away. “Please God let my children be in the neighbour’s storm room. You haven’t lived here.”

“I can do ghosts,” he says instead of answering her, and then jumps into the water.

If Sarah were a better person she’d have stopped him, for the sake of his general health. This kind of bog muck in the middle of a storm can kill a person, just as sure as it can get a boat stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere. Sarah throws the line down anyway and swears a bit more to herself because there is no one there but God and the ghosts to hear. After three minutes of the wind’s interminable howling she is sure Bucky Barnes is dead and she has killed him. Then the line goes taut and St. Grace lurches and Sarah nearly falls so hard she breaks her nose.

“Jesus,” she says. They are moving forward, by inches. The braken sludges away around St. Grace’s hull. She’s gonna miss her meeting for sure. “Bucky?” she calls out into the howl of the storm. “James?” They’re moving forward in earnest now. But she can’t really see him. If they’re moving he hasn’t drowned. Sarah is being practical about it.

“James B you better not be dead,” she says.

Bucky pops out of the water about a yard away, black with mud. He’s the wettest equivalent of windswept, like the gale winds were going at him under the water too.

“Fuck,” he says, and spits out muck. The rope is wound tight around his left arm and she can see the strain of exertion in his neck, under the muck. His eyes look frightened by something that is not the storm. Ghosts, probably. The fool. He didn't think, did he. Regardless, Sarah wets her bottom lip, unnecessarily given the storm, and doesn't know why she didn’t fully believe him when he said he'd pull them out by hand. Wildly, for a moment, Sarah wonders: if were her house really to be blown away, could Bucky build her a new one?

But just now his eyes still look frightened -- they are the only part of his face she can really make out -- so she puts that thought out of mind and calls directions out to him over the wind, so they can find safety together.

Blessedly, he hears her.

An hour later they are sheltering in one of those abandoned fisherman’s shacks. Except it’s not abandoned, as there was a can of beans in the pantry and wood for a fire by the stove, also non-moldy blankets closed up in a pretty modern plastic bin.

“I feel like I’m camping,” Sarah says. “Guess I’m not the only person stupid enough to take Two Boots. My meeting …” she sighs, trailing off. She is wrapped in one of the blankets but still has her shorts and t-shirt on, as they didn’t take too much damage under her parka. Bucky’s across from her on the other side of the table, wrapped in the two remaining blankets, which he’s mostly using to cover his left side and damp boxers. They watch his sopping clothes drip slow slow slow onto the floor by the stove fire, together.

“Those are gonna be gross tomorrow,” he says.

“It’s okay,” says Sarah, tired, rubbing one eye and not thinking about it. “I don’t mind you being a little naked.”

She cringes then, because that’s not really fair or appropriate. Bucky came with her because he is technically her employee or something. She’s not sure. Of course he is family, and he isn’t out there superheroing with Sam at present, which he has not called retirement but certainly hasn’t talked much about in a different capacity either. He just showed up one day and Sarah started giving him things to do because Lord knows they needed to be done, and she liked having him around.

She chances a glance at him and he looks mildly amused, save for the traitorous pink flush on his neck, which she figures he can’t help as a white person. Poor thing.

“Sorry,” she says.

“It’s fine,” hasty. “I’m just – the mud brought back bad memories.” She realizes he is trying to apologize for being quiet, which she now realizes could have maybe been read as taciturn or even completely dissociated, but she was so caught in her own worries she really didn’t notice.

“Oh, James,” she says.

“The house will be okay, you know?”

“Will you?”

He grunts. Looks at her a long time. The fire goes on crackling. She looks at the crates in the corner, which hold the engine parts they’d gone to pick up for a little skiff that’ll help St. Grace with the fishing. Sarah is terrible at delegating; someone else could’ve run this route. At the same time, she seems terrible at refusing help lately, too, specific help from a specific person, and it is making her skin itch. Neither of them should be here right now. What if the house blows away? As if to drive this point home thunder cracks outside, so loud it makes itself known through the wind.

“You better not be here because you’re running away,” Sarah says abruptly. Maybe the thunder scared the words out of her. Or the reminder of his ghosts. It’s very hard suddenly to stop herself from climbing over the table and touching him. It would be a grabby touch, the kind that would hold him in place. The thought is embarrassing but Sarah is grown enough to admit to it, and to be righteously angered by the evidence that compels her in that direction, too.

“Running?” Bucky asks. His hair sticks up at the top, in a tuft, where he dried it roughly with the blanket’s edge.

“Cause you’re not out there, you know, but I think you still like superheroing. I think you’ve always been that kind of person.”

That's not the full truth, but the full truth would be callous. And anyway, he can think and understand what he likes about Sarah, too.

“Is this because I said to come with you on this trip?”

“Yeah, Mr. Helpful. Not just me though. Everyone in town. If it was just me I’d say sure, I know the way you look at me, whatever. Men show they like you with all kinds of stupid. But everyone else, too.”

“I’m not a superhero, Sarah.”

“Then what the hell are you, Bucky Barnes?” To me, she means.

He tilts his head and stares at the floor. The light from the fire carves out his cheekbones and lashes and the smudge of bog muck still covering his temple. Sarah is overcome by the urge to cry.

He shrugs. “Family man, I guess.”

“You guess.” Oh. The tears do come.

“Sarah?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“I think I love you.”

Sarah wipes hard at the wetness on her face, annoyed that it is persisting even now that she’s safe from the gale outside. She takes a few deep breaths. “You mean, not just like family.”

“Oh. No. In love, I guess.” His voice has gone terribly soft. “In love with you.”

The fire crackles. The wind gales. They can hear the bell on St. Grace dinging outside where she tosses a bit, even tied down so nicely.

“Yeah? I’m halfway there.” Sarah is surprised by the tenderness in her own voice, considering how this has complicated her world. “Maybe two thirds.”

“I know.”

“So why’d you say it? You could’ve waited.”

“I didn’t know I could. Felt good to say it, I guess.”

“What?” She realizes, “love somebody? Oh my God, Bucky, a blind crab could’ve told me you could love someone.”

He frowns, but there’s humour in his voice when he says, “Yeah, but you could tell ‘cause you’re good at it. I haven’t been any good at it in a while.”

And you just thought to try with me? Is Sarah’s next thought, which is more hateful than he deserves. The wind picks up outside quite suddenly and it feels the shack is about to fly away with it.

“Sarah,” he says again. She does love how he holds her name in his mouth. Sarah gets up and goes over and sits beside him on the chair. It’s not really big enough to hold both of them and their blankets, but they make it work. They both smell. And his left shoulder is uncomfortable to lean her head against, so, after a moment of contemplation, she kisses it instead.

“I’m gonna miss my meeting,” says Sarah, almost in a laugh, and then doesn’t think about much else: the hungry yearning in the room has stopped existing as a ghost. One too many acts of tenderness have breathed life back into it. "Boots are still wet though," she adds, tugging his urgent hands around her waist. The blanket has slipped mostly away from his shoulder now, "yours I mean. Maybe we can split my clothes between us tomorrow."

And it is a silly thought, so they both do laugh, properly this time, like a brighter version of the St. Grace's bell being tossed around in the storm.

#my writing #finally wrote something i like prose wise!#sarah x bucky #fleur de louve #fatws #sarah wilson #bucky barnes #marvel #one word prompts #to this day that last prompt KILLS me. tumblr user ewoktreehouse do u know how many times i have laughed reading it over

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Prompt list

Hey guys! This is all the prompts I had in my writing folder that I never got around to writing anything for. Some of them are just a couple of words or sentences, while others are absolute monsters. If any of you wanna do something based on one of these prompts, go for it! I'd love it if you tagged me or let me know, just so I can read/see where you've gone with it <3

"How about you take me out back and I don't call you tomorrow?" "How about I take you home after and you sneak out when I'm asleep?" // "You make a habit of sneaking around behind buildings?" "Last time I did, I fucked a cute guy. Maybe I'll get lucky again."

Nymph Bucky falls in love with a hiker who walks through his woods

Post WS. Bucky is in SHIELD custody and doesn’t remember Steve, but he remembers Natasha from the Red Room when she was a child

Vet Bucky. Steve is running from New York after the Snap and he hits a dog and brings it into Bucky's clinic

Bucky doesn't do relationships, but Steve keeps seeing him for sex and Bucky falls in love - friends with benefits (what's love got to do with it - Tina Turner)

College AU - Bucky is an international student who's paired with Steve's roommate Sam

Steve and Bucky are close friends, Steve is complaining one night about how annoying hook-up culture is, and Bucky suggests a FWB situation. Bucky's been in love with Steve for years and it's only when they start sleeping together that Steve realises that he feels the same way

Bucky recognises Steve during their fight on the bridge

Bucky and Steve had broken up, but they keep sleeping together whenever they run into each other

Shrunkyclunks: nurse Bucky works at Stark tower

"just friends who have sex sometimes and live together" where Bucky and Steve don't realise they're dating

Winter Soldier Steve/civilian Bucky

Pirate AU - Bucky's dad is a fisherman who takes Bucky out on trips. One day when Bucky's twelve, they're taken by the crew of the HYDRA, run by Captain Pierce. Pierce kills Bucky's father and keeps Bucky as a slave. Several years later the captain from a rival ship (Steve) is captured by Pierce and he and Bucky fall in love

A/B/O post-winter soldier where the mask doesn't come off and the WS is brought into custody at Avengers tower by Natasha, and Steve falls in love with him without knowing he's his long-lost mate

Steve survives the war but Bucky still falls off the train. In the 50's the Winter Soldier has a mission in New York and on his way is spotted by Rebecca Barnes's daughter, who's eight and has been told all about her uncle Buck. The daughter finds it so amazing that this total stranger looks exactly like uncle Buck and pulls him along to meet Rebecca, who has a breakdown and persuades the Winter Soldier to come home with her. The Winter Soldier just kinda goes along with it because nobody's ever been nice to him and this lovely woman has promised him meatloaf and pie and for some reason he knows that he really likes meatloaf and pie. Becca calls up Steve and the Winter Soldier moves in with Steve because Becca can't look after her amnesiac brother on top of two kids and a third on the way

Big Eden Shrinkyclinks AU

I hope it's warm in hell, because darling I hate the cold

My dreams look like you - Steve and Bucky used to be best friends during high school but lost contact when Steve moved away - they meet again at a mutual friend's party when Steve moves back home

Steve and Bucky used to be together and are both masked vigilantes. They have a bit of a rivalry going but the fun kind where they both kinda wanna fuck. Neither of them know who the other is.

Post WS - Steve and Sam move back to NY to be closer to the other avengers. Sam starts noticing someone following him and watching him and he soon realizes it’s Bucky. Sam starts gently trying to get Bucky to interact with him and starts buying him sweet pastries. Soon Bucky becomes more comfortable and lets Sam help him recover as long as Sam doesn’t tell Steve

(NSFW) Steve is a knight who often visits a manor house where a disgraced Lady lives. The Lady was disgraced for her promiscuous and sexual appetites, but she's comfortably set up in the Manor. Steve visits because the Manor's on a path he travels often, and it's one of the only places to rest for the night. The Lady always sends a group of her servants to service her guests, and Steve is used to this by now. Bucky is a new servant who works in the kitchen who's sent to Steve's chambers with food, and he sits by Steve's bed and hand-feeds him as Steve is serviced. Steve never takes his eyes off Bucky. Each time Steve visits after that, they manage to see each other

Bucky chooses to forget Steve and has his memory erased, because it’s too painful for him to be around Steve when he thinks that Steve doesn’t love him. A few years later Steve picks Bucky up in a bar and pretends not to know him

Prompt: My husband thinks that our parents arranged this marriage. We’ve been married for ten years now, and for ten years he has thought this. I’m not sure how to tell him that my parents wanted me to marry his older brother but I fell in love with the younger brother (my husband) so I pretended to be my parents and sent his parents a letter asking for his hand in marriage. And then the wedding invitations were being made, and it was too late for my parents to do anything. And I was very happily married to my Husband, but he courted me for two years after our marriage not knowing that I was already in love with him.

Steve falls for vet nurse and animal lover Bucky despite being allergic to pretty much all household pets and trying to hide it

Shrunkyclunks - a few dates in Steve tells Bucky he's Captain America, but Bucky doesn't believe him and thinks he's delusional. He doesn't tell Steve he doesn't believe him and has a moral crisis about whether or not he should be dating someone with such strong "delusions". Steve just thinks he's hit the jackpot with supportive boyfriends.

Pirate Captain Bucky captures Navy Captain Steve from his ship and holds him for ransom (very homoerotically) (steve is confused and horny)

Steve is a warrior in his village who's come down with a mysterious illness. The townspeople send him to the "evil" witch who lives in the forest to see if he can be healed

Weird a/b/o

Hardly any Queen Omegas, those who are a threat to national security. Bucky is the WS working to murder hydra and Steve is sent to take the same hydra base that the WS targets

#prompts #my writing #fanfic #stucky

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ao3feed-steggy · 19 days

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The Mermaid and Her Fisherman

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/LaIbnWd by AgentPeggyRogers The world above is forbidden for mermaids, but beautiful Peggy can't help but save the life of noble handsome fisherman named Steve. The attraction is immediate, but how can a mermaid and a human be together? Love overcomes all obstacles in this mermaid AU story, with references to the Little Mermaid fairy tale as well as the Avengers universe we know and love. | Peggy Week 2024 | Steggy Month 2024 Words: , Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Agent Carter (TV), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Loosely inspired by the little mermaid, Sexual Content, mermaid au, With little references to the characters we love thrown in, Peggy Week 2024, Peggyweek2024, Peggy Week, Steggy Month, SteggyMonth2024, Steggy month 2024, Steggy - Freeform, Peggy Carter is a mermaid, Steve Rogers in a fisherman, Mermaid in love with a human trope, Sirens and mermaids, Don't let that mature rating fool you, It's not terribly explicit, Romance, fairy tale AU, Happily Ever After, mostly fluff with some angst thrown in read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/LaIbnWd

#ao3feed #steggy #steggy fic

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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years

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So, I'm thinking of making this fic called "Bucky by Night" which will be about Sam starting to listen to a weird late-night/early-morning radio show where host Bucky Barnes tells ghost stories to his viewers and does little Q&As after. Sam starts calling in and he and Bucky become friends and maybe more over time. I thought I'd make a little intro spiel for the radio station, so here's one as well as a little banner for the fic:

Photo from Here.

I spliced and overlapped this radio intro, the start of this song, and this wolf sound together to make this. It's not perfect, and probably needs tweaking, but I'm pretty happy with how it's turned out 😆 I tried adding a wolf howl but 😂 It makes sense without it lol

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #strangers to friends to lovers #no powers au #radio host bucky barnes #fisherman sam wilson #my process #behind the scenes #my fic #Bucky By Night

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rosewritestuff · 2 years

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Anon Ask - Avengers

Anon asked: hi hi rose, just thinking of dark!leadersiren!reader, dark!siren!nat & dark!siren!wanda all seducing captain!bucky & fisherman!steve with a mommy kink & lactation kink plz & thank you 💗💗 🎀

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Reader; dub!con, lactation kink

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

“Oh boys,” you sang, coming out of the water to rest on the edge of the boat, Wanda and Nat behind you.

“Whoa,” Steve breathed, tossing aside his fishing pole and scrambling towards you.

“Steve no! That’s a siren, one touch and you’ll be hers forever,” Bucky warned, but it was too late, Steve was already in your arms, sucking on your tit and moaning as your milk flowed across his tongue.

“What a good little boy I’ve found!” you exclaimed, showing him off to Nat and Wanda. “And a not so good little boy, Nat, Wanda, go get him while I take care of sweet little Steve,” you said, pulling him from your breast despite his whines, and kissing him deeply, hand down his pants jerking him.

Meanwhile, Bucky was trying to back away but Natasha and Wanda were on either side of the boat, keeping him pinned. “We just want to play, Captain, don’t you want to play with us? We wouldn’t hurt you, much,” Natasha grinned at Wanda, tail whipping out of the water and knocking Bucky on his ass.

Wanda propped herself on the boat, pulling Bucky towards her. “What’s your name baby?” she asked huskily, pressing her tits against his back and kissing his cheek.

“B-Bucky,” he stuttered, already under her spell.

“Well Bucky, why don’t you go join Steve down there with Mommy,” Natasha said, swimming until she was by Wanda, whispering in Bucky’s ear, biting it lightly. He staggered to his feet, walking back to you.

“Mommy, please,” Bucky begged as he collapsed in your arms, Steve neatly deposited in Nat’s and Wanda’s, faster than Bucky in getting to you.

“Oh sweet Bucky boy, of course, Mommy’s here,” you said, letting him latch onto your breast, grinning when he began gulping desperately. “That’s Mommy’s good boy, knew you could be good. Do you want a special treat too baby?” Bucky whined against your tit. “Okay baby boy, Mommy’s got you.” You stuck your hand down his pants and roughly jacked his cock until he was coming in your hand. You pulled your hand out and licked it clean, humming.

“Oh look at Mommy’s special boys, all tired out. Looks like we’ll just have to keep you! No sense in keeping this boat though, you’re not going anywhere!” You and Natasha and Wanda laughed, smashing the boat and carrying Bucky and Steve through the water back to your cove.

#avengers #avengers smut #avengers x reader #avengers x you #avengers x y/n #smut #y/n #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve x bucky x natasha x wanda x reader #reader insert

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ao3feed-sambucky · 1 year

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Bucky By Night

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42838599

by Writer_Lethogica

Sam Wilson has discovered his new favorite radio show. He may or may not be calling in every day to talk to the show's host.

EXCERPT:

“Thank you for calling into Bucky By Night,” said the voice from the radio, as if excited just getting a caller, “What are you calling in for, Sam?”

Sam should be saying something. About the story Bucky told. Maybe just hang up. But Sam couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop himself as the words just toppled out of his mouth.

“Bucky By Night?” Sam said, “What are you by day, then?”

On a winding road, off a beautiful, murky gulf coast, the sun not quite creeping up onto the horizon and painting the world in an orange tinge, Sam had asked a man what might have been the corniest pickup line in the world.

Bucky cackled on the other side of the phone. Because of course this man’s a dork. He ran a horror show from midnight to six in the morning on the radio.

“You know, for the entire year I’ve been doing this, no one has ever asked me that, Sam,” said Bucky warmly.

Amused.

And Sam couldn’t help but smile at that.

“So? Are you telling me what you’re called or what?” asked Sam, giggling.

Words: 6269, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 36 of SamBucky One-Shots

Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Tommy (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier), Carlos (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier), Joaquín Torres, Eli Bradley, Misty Knight, Monica Rambeau, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Figaro the Cat (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: no beta we die like men, POV Sam Wilson, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff and Crack, Fisherman Sam Wilson, Radio Host Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42838599

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

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sukorakurai · 1 year

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I posted 19 times in 2022

4 posts created (21%)

15 posts reblogged (79%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@snarkyship

@gayspacesprinkles

@kimmycup

@catasters

@worstloki

I tagged 10 of my posts in 2022

Only 47% of my posts had no tags

#loki x tony - 4 posts

#tony stark - 4 posts

#ironfrost - 3 posts

#loki - 3 posts

#thor - 3 posts

#tony x loki - 2 posts

#fanfic - 2 posts

#marvel mcu - 2 posts

#fanart - 2 posts

#celestial beings - 1 post

Longest Tag: 22 characters

#fanfiction from fanart

My Top Posts in 2022:

Cash

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Okay I ran out of room in my first tower so I made another one. Yup I'm a fan nerd. Hopefully soon I will get a large shelf so I can display my shawarma Avenger collection.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, WandaVision (TV), Loki (TV 2021), X-Men - All Media Types, Hawkeye (TV 2021), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark, Jane Foster/Thor, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange, Alexei Shostakov | Alexi Shostakov/Melina Vostokoff, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Ralph Bohner/Agatha Harkness, Mobius M. Mobius/Sylvie (Loki TV) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sylvie (Loki TV), Mobius M. Mobius, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Billy Maximoff (Wandavision), Tommy Maximoff (Wandavision), Pietro Maximoff, Agatha Harkness, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Alexei Shostakov | Alexi Shostakov, Melina Vostokoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man), Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel), Christine Palmer, Logan (X-Men), Charles Xavier, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Scott Lang, Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Hela (Marvel), Odin (Marvel) Additional Tags: Finding Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family, Fluff, Romantic Comedy Summary:

Loki Friggason is the Keeper of the Lighthouse in Salt Rock Maine of Mar-vel County. He haws made a nice quite life free of the constant rejection by the adoptive father that never wanted him and the crushing break of past relationships. His last Love nearly broke him to where he closed of himself to new relationships. He is content to hide away in his village gathering the locals as family and friends who would never hurt him or his heart. That is until two Mysterious Brothers take to port and dock their boat called the Iron Man into the harbor. No one really knows why they settled here and opened up a crabbing business but it looks like they're here to stay. One of the brothers has taken a liking to the lighthouse keeper and could pose a threat to that peaceful life Loki has been living. On the other hand Loki see something in those brown eyes that speak of a guarded heart and painful past underneath the charm and smiles. Is it worth the risk for something more or will it lead to heart ache and despair

This a fiction written for Snarky_Ship(Pink_Wisteria) who does great doodles and often inspires me. This was inspired by her Lighthouse Loki and Fisherman Tony Doodles which can be found on Tumblr under @SnarkShip

Lighthouse by the Sea art by @snarkyship

Greetings on and All. My Plot Bunnies have taken over and have started a Fanfiction for Lighthouse Loki and Fisherman Tony drawn by @snarkyship the first chapter is up and Posted on AO3. here’s a little preview and I hope you’ll read more and Kudos are always welcome.

“Loki Darling did you hear? The New guy is pulling in quite the catch.” Agnes laughed.

“I’m afraid you have lost me Mrs. Harkness.”

“That new fisherman Tony, that moved here five months ago. He’s been drawing the attention of almost every woman and even some men in town. He is a handsome piece of eye candy.” The older woman winked causing Wanda to roll her eyes.

“Yes Agnes so you have said. We’ll see you later I need to talk to Loki about next farmers market, we’re in charge of the stall placements.” Wanda hooked her arm with the Raven and pulled him into the store.

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My #1 post of 2022

Plot Bunnies at Work (WIP)

A rough draft I did during the holidays but got too busy to finish. Eventually once I catch up on my chore on other projects. But for fun can you identify which plot bunny is who? Try not to cheat by reading the tags. LoL 😂

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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