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rookthorne · 2 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧'𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The first port of call, whether you intuitively chose it or not, was always going to be Bucky — rain or shine, he was there to lift your spirits, and at that moment, you needed it more than ever.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✾ Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✾ 1.8k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✾ Fluff, angst, comfort ✾ If you want a big hug and a kiss on the forehead from Bucky? this is the fic for you.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✾ I have missed these two, and I know they've been wanted for a little while as well.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ✾ No Milk Today by Joshua James and The Forest Rangers ✾ Crash This Train (Acoustic) by Joshua James

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ✾ @buckybarnesevents Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟰 — Tattoo Artist AU — Masterlist ✾ @buckybarnesevents Build a Bucky Bingo ჻჻჻ Forehead Kiss (February) — Masterlist ✾ @sweetspicybingo Sweetheart Bingo — Heart Of Gold — Masterlist

𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You hadn’t meant to make your way to 107th Ink — truly, you hadn’t.

After the exhausting trials and frustrating moments that spanned the entirety of the day, you aimed to make your way back home and sit yourself down on the couch with a pint of ice cream to wind down, your favourite movie playing on the screen while you ate your fill.

But no. On autopilot, your instincts took you straight to the soon to close shop and parked your car out the very front.

Through the decorated glass that spanned the front of the shop, you could see Sam — the newest addition to the crew, and Steve. Both of them milled about and performed various duties to close up shop for the night. Peter appeared from a doorway, a broom in hand to sweep the floor.

You suspected Nat had a hand in making the boys work hard.

A deep breath made your shoulders rise and fall, then, a small sniffle startled you, and you realised with a jolt that you had started to cry. The fresh burn of tears on your waterline only made you more frustrated — it began a replay of all the events of the day in your mind, from everything going wrong to just plain horrid, bad luck.

The quiet clinking of your keys was quiet next to your stifled sobs, and you made your way haltingly to the front door of Bucky’s shop, his haven — the epitome of his pride and hard work.

While you approached, Steve looked up from whatever chore he was doing and smiled, though it was wiped from his face before you could muster something that resembled a smile back. His deep frown only made you whimper, and he made towards the door with a fast jog.

His lips moved as though he was saying something to Sam and Peter who startled at his hurried movements, before the door swung open with a loud clink from the bell, and he rushed over. “Sunny? What’s happened, sweetheart?”

You furiously blinked back the tears, but it was to no avail. “Just– Just a bad day, Stevie, I’m sorry, I–”

“Nuh-uh, you’re not apologising.” The warmth from his body when he pulled you into his chest was soothing — an all-encompassing embrace. His arms squeezed you against him before he tucked you against his side. “C’mon, let’s get you to Buck.”

The awkward shuffle to the shop entrance made you laugh as your feet stumbled, and Steve smiled heartily as he pulled open the door to usher you inside. Both Peter and Sam looked up from their chores to greet you, but they blanched in unison with worry before Steve shook his head at them.

You could barely manage a smile at them through the silent tears that still streamed down your cheeks.

“Sunny, love,” Steve said, pointing towards Bucky’s booth, his other hand resting on your shoulder where he squeezed reassuringly. “He’s just through there, sweetheart.” Louder, he called, “Buck! Your girl is here.”

The soft footfalls from your shoes couldn’t be heard over the music playing on the overhead speakers. Before you reached Bucky’s door, you looked at Steve over your shoulder. “Thanks, Stevie.”

He smiled at you sadly and nodded. “Anytime, sweetheart. Go on now.”

Your hand pushed open the familiar door to reveal Bucky’s booth. The walls were a deep burgundy, populated with frames of various artworks by the man himself as an ambitious teenager, to the more refined, finessed works of a seasoned artist.

There was no need to look for your love — Bucky was sitting on his wheeled stool with a stricken expression, lips pulled downwards in a frown and brows pinched as he took in your glossy eyes. “Baby? What–” The stool clattered backwards with the speed he stood up, and you sobbed as he hugged you. “Oh, baby girl, c’mere—you’re alright.”

Bucky held you tight, one hand splayed over the small of your back, and the other rubbed up and down between your shoulders. The soft brush of his lips over your forehead tickled, but he never ceased the constant reassurances and soothing words; how he was relieved you came to see him instead of going straight home to wallow.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, still sniffling as you rested your cheek against him. “I didn’t mean to butt in–”

“No, that’s enough,” he interrupted. “‘M here for whatever and whenever you need me, sweetheart. I promised you and that will never change.” There was another kiss pressed to your forehead — you couldn’t voice just how it filled you with an unwavering sense of comfort.

“But–”

“That wasn’t up for discussion, baby—now lemme hold you, I know you love hugs.”

You sighed, defeated. “Okay.”

His lips pressed harder against your forehead, a firm kiss that trailed to your temple and back; the cycle repeating on itself. The creak of his leather boots sounded while he rocked the two of you gently side to side.

Moments passed in his embrace, when he suddenly said, “Why don’t I cheer you up a lil’? Then we can talk—I just wanna see my girl smile again.”

In lieu of an answer, you squeezed your arms around him, and he took the initiative to walk you both towards the padded, tattoo chair. The papers that were scattered over the base of the seat were piled neatly onto his equipment cabinet, and he hummed along to the song that played from the speaker connected to his phone as he moved around.

“What are you going to do?” you asked, watching him curiously.

“I am gonna make you smile,” Bucky teased, a smirk on his lips. “It’ll be a surprise. But I need you in my lap, alright?” Without waiting for your reply, he jumped up onto the chair and hung his legs off either side — a tattooed hand slapped the space between his thighs in an invitation to sit. “C’mere.”

With only an ounce of hesitation, you moved to sit between his thighs — your back pressed to his chest and his chin sat tucked in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. The stubble from his beard tickled your skin, making you giggle quietly. “There’s my girl, huh? Alright, it’s a good thing you’re wearin’ a dress today.”

You looked at him quizzically over your shoulder. “What–?”

“I’m gonna draw on your thighs, jus’ somethin’ small,” he murmured while he dug through the draws of his supplies. There were glimpses of paint brushes and pens, fine line points to broad, chiselled markers — each labelled neatly and organised according to colour. “I thought my idea was fittin’ for my baby girl, given she’s my Sunshine.”

Tears sprang to your eyes again from his earnest words. “Buck–”

“Shh,” he hushed. “Lemme treat you, I wanna make you smile again. Close your eyes for me.”

“Okay,” you whispered, and you fluttered your lids closed. The hard press of his muscled chest against your back as you leaned into him earned you a kiss on the cheek. It was easy to give in to the warmth that consumed you in his presence, the way he brought peace to your constantly whirring mind — how, even on your worst days, he could make everything better by just being there. “I trust you.”

Another soft kiss was placed on your temple in reply.

The sudden strange sensation of ink on your skin felt remarkably ticklish — the tip of the marker danced over your thighs, moving in long, wavy lines, to short, finer bursts of movement. Bucky continued to hum softly to the song that played on the speaker while he worked.

There was no distinct way to decipher just what Bucky was up to, or what vision he was bringing to life in that moment, but you were content to just sit there in his company.

Until the sensation ceased on that thigh and began on the other. “What are you–” The movements froze while you squirmed.

“No, don’t look just yet, sweetheart,” Bucky scolded. “It’s a surprise.”

An exaggerated pout played on your lips to truly sell your displeasure. “I don’t like surprises.”

He chuckled. “I know, I know. This will be worth the wait, though, baby.”

The way time froze while you basked in Bucky’s attention and warmth made it seem like forever passed, when finally, he pulled the pen away from your skin, and cleared his throat.

A beat of silence hung in the air while he seemingly admired his work. Then, “Okay, open your eyes.”

The sudden exposure to the bright lights overhead made you wince as you focused your eyes. “Damn, it’s bright,” you said sarcastically, and Bucky chuckled. His hands rubbed up and down your arms to ground you.

Slowly, you lowered your gaze to your thighs and found them both decorated in the delicate, beautiful petals of a pair of sunflowers. The saturation of the golden yellow blooms stole your breath, and the tinges of orange in the shadowed strokes of the pen made the contrast unlike anything you’d ever seen, the beauty forever unmatched.

The deep, sage green bud of each flower smoothly transitioned into the softer, vibrant parrot green of the stalk and leaves. “Holy–”

In the background was a symmetrical, matching, fine filigree of swirls that if you looked closer, you could make out the patterns of rose thorns. “Oh, Buck,” you gasped, your hand flying to cover your open mouth.

Bucky’s hand rested just below the bottom of the left design. “One day, I want to get this on my own skin—so I have my sun with me, always.”

You were unable to speak or articulate a single word in your awestruck state. The meld of colours became blurred by tears of gratitude.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered. The pad of his thumb brushed over the skin of your cheek to collect the trailing tears, and he hugged you tightly. “I’ve got you.”

Eventually, after you made it back home with Bucky, you expressed your distress at losing the artistry that decorated your thighs, only he smiled and winked. It left you puzzled and confused. “What are you up to…?”

For the umpteenth time that day, Bucky’s lips brushed your forehead in a kiss. His breath was warm as it fanned over your skin, and he said simply, “Don’t you worry that pretty head a’yours, baby.”

The plan of which he kept under wraps came to fruition only a couple days later, to your utter glee. You woke up late that morning and padded into the kitchen to make breakfast, when something in the living room caught your eye.

You backtracked the few shuffled steps and blinked sleepily, trying to focus on the wall directly in front of you, and it almost bowled you over with the shock of what you found in your sleep-addled state.

Hung high on the wall was a frame made of ash wood. Within the frame was a sketch — beautifully and masterfully rendered — of a pair of sunflowers side by side, entwined with the thorny stem of a rose.

An identical recreation of what Bucky created for you to lift your spirits.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #SweetSpicyHearts #BaBB2023

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kananjarus · 4 days

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get to know me 🌻

tagged by @daydreamey thank youuuu

do you make your bed?

not all the time tbh

what’s your favourite number?

7, 23, and 48

what is your job?

park ranger of administration. but soon I'll just be a standard park ranger that actually gets to go outside instead of being stuck inside of an office every day :)

If you could go back to school would you?

absolutely. I would be a full time student if I got paid for it. there's so much in this world to learn, like literally an infinite amount of knowledge out there. I want to collect degrees like pokemon cards

can you parallel park?

yeah!

a job you had that would surprise people?

I guess working in yosemite natl park. the best job I had there was working as one of the raft attendants but ppl like hearing I worked at the pizza deck when my summer job ended. that's where most of the climbers hung out when they weren't at camp 4 and I remember taking tommy caldwell's pizza order a few times lmao. he's a pretty chill dude

do you think aliens are real?

yes, but it always annoys me when they are depicted as overly anthropomorphic. like, in this universe of billions and billions of stars, you're going to tell me this alien has a human face? where's the logic? the imagination???

can you drive a manual car?

no but I would love to learn!

what’s your guilty pleasure?

everyone rags on people who play fortnite because I guess its meant for 12 year old boys and its cringe but I love the fuck out of that game. yes it is ridiculous but it's one of the few games I'm actually good at

tattoos?

I have a small one on my shoulder but I've been meaning to get more

favourite colour?

🩵💙🩵

favourite type of music?

I'll listen to anything but lately I've been into more edm / house stuff like freg again, goth babe, and cd ghost. but also. chappell roan. I'm BLOWN AWAY by her

do you like puzzles?

sometimes lol

any phobias?

heights. also cockroaches

favourite childhood sport?

swimming! I miss it all the time but rec center memberships are pricey

do you talk to yourself?

all the time

what movie(s) do you adore?

oh goodness. most star wars films. interstellar. the old guard. lord of the rings. ever after. practical magic. I'm having one of those moments when I forget every movie I've ever watched and loved uh.......fury road

coffee or tea?

coffeeee

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

I think it was an archaeologist? I have the degree, I hope I get there someday 🙂

tagging: @rogerzsteven @spaceprincessem @eddiebabygirldiaz @mellaithwen @buckttommy @i-had-bucky

#tagged

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 2 years

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We made it to September ✨ another month, another rec list. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

*marks a series of multi part fic

Lloyd Hansen ✨

69'ing and pussy slapping by @ozarkthedog

Lloyd Hansen x reader

Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Lloyd Hansen x reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Stay by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

ex-fiance bucky barnes x fem!reader

Dancing with the devil by @bonky-n-steeb

dark! mafia! bucky barnes x undercover! reader

Everything by @jadedvibes

Bucky x reader

*CEO/DBF Bucky by @bucky-barnes-diaries

CEO+Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Bad date by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Bite your tongue by @musingsinmoonlight

Mob boss!Bucky Barnes x female reader

The boy is mine by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

*A hundred years from today by @jettia

Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Cosmic love by @barnesafterglow

noble!bucky x princess!reader

Got your chemicals all in my veins by @bonky-n-steeb

husband! bucky barnes x wife! reader

*Sweetest nectar by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x female reader

*This must be my dream by @lunarbuck

bestfriend'sbrother!Bucky x f!reader (any race)

Twisty by @musingsinmoonlight

Bucky Barnes x female reader

*Pretty little thing, pretty little peach by @angrythingstarlight

Chubby!Baker Bucky x Reader

The perfect place to sit by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy!Trainer Bucky x Plus size reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Knead to relax by @mjolnir-steve

Ari Levinson x fem!reader

Firefighter!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Firefighter!Ari x Reader

It's about time by @xxindiglow

Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Afternoon delight by @sagechanoafterdark

Ari Levinson x Reader

Under the blue by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Park Ranger!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Steven Grant ✨

To the rescue by @ofstarsandvibranium

Steven Grant x F!Reader

What you've been waiting for by @full-time-make-believer

Steven Grant x female reader

Nick Fowler ✨

Falling apart for you by @navybrat817

Nick Fowler x female reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Liar liar by @geminixevans-stan

Mafia!Steve x Black Reader

Wife worship by @labella420

mob!steve rogers x fem!reader

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

*Herbal illusion by @sweetflowerdreams

King!Alpha! Steve Rogers x Servant!Omega! Reader (Female!Reader)

Andy Barber ✨

A butterfly will fly by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Andy Barber x ballet dancer!Reader

Ari Levinson x Steve Rogers ✨

I'll be seeing you by @navybrat817

Spy!Ari Levinson x Female Reader, hint of dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Lee Bodecker x Steve Rogers ✨

Tempting fate by @dreamlessinparis

Semi!Dark!Mob!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader, Mob!Steve x F!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Only an echo by @the-witty-pen-name

Rockstar!Sam Wilson x f!reader

Andy Barber & Mike Weiss ✨

*Barber & Weiss by @jtargaryen18

Dark Andy Barber x Dark Mike Weiss x Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Next time by @pillow-titties

Steve Harrington x Reader

#fic rec #august fic recs #lloyd hansen #bucky barnes #ari levinson #steven grant #nick fowler #steve rogers #andy barber #lee bodecker #sam wilson #mike weiss #steve harrington

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softspeirs · 2 months

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Fic writer interview!

Thanks @mercurygray for the tag!

How many works do you have on AO3? 120 for my 2 pseuds, sunlightdances and glowinghorizons!

What’s your total AO3 word count? 520,569

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? take a running start (the 100) keep me safe inside (your arms like towers) (the 100) one less day to be alone (the 100) give you everything i have (the 100) they will see my strength (in this love i found) (the 100)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to! I usually get to them all, even if I don't respond the same day. I really appreciate anyone who comments on my works, even old stuff for fandoms I don't write for anymore (see above fics and kudos lol) and want to say thanks.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? This is a hard question! I've always tried to be a happy ending writer, but I think some of my newer fics for HBO War stuff is probably more angsty because of the subject matter. I'm just now feeling confident in leaving a chapter or a fic itself ended on a angsty note.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? Pretty much everything I write is fix-it fic, so usually they all have happy endings, but I'm partial to this fic for Marvel (Modern!Bucky x Reader) - Safe Place to Land on AO3 or Tumblr.

Do you write crossovers? I've only done a few, but I have a WIP on hiatus that I started ages ago that's a Supernatural/BoB time travel fic featuring one of my OCs! It's here: Lost in Time

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Yes and it still haunts me lol. I got the longest comment of my writing life (like, several paragraph essay) on one of my modern AUs for The 100 about how I should give up writing and it went into extreme detail with quotes and everything critiquing me. Honestly, it really threw me for a loop because it wasn't a constructive criticism, it was mean, and I stopped writing for a long time because of it.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? If I feel it has a place - I'm more likely to write a smut-adjacent, probably-still-rated-M heavy petting scene with lots of angst and tension. That's what I like to read if I read smut, too.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not an entire fic, but a writer in another fandom wrote something SO similar to one of my Marvel stories and there was a paragraph that was copy/pasted. I confronted them and they deleted it, and their blog shortly after. It sucked lol.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I haven't! I'd love to try it one day but I'm also such a procrastinator I fear I'd mess up any working relationship, haha.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? Based on what I've written, I still have a soft spot for Clarke and Bellamy from The 100, even though I won't ever write for that fandom again. Their dynamic was so great to write about. Back in my Fanfiction.net days I loved writing for Olivia and Lincoln from Fringe, too.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I have a Dean Winchester/OC fic where she's a national park ranger and gets roped into shenanigans that I love, but I don't see myself going back to it unfortunately.

What are your writing strengths? I hope that I'm able to really set a scene and use dialogue and sense words to really put readers in the head of a particular character. I really want people to finish reading a piece and have a feeling.

What are your writing weaknesses? Sometimes I think I use too much dialogue and I tell rather than show.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I would love it, but I don't speak another language confidently enough to use it the right way, and I just don't trust Google Translate to make it smooth enough, haha.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? I think I wrote RPF for the band McFly when I was 13 but I don't think any of that still exists, thank god. My first published fic was something for AltLivia/AltLincoln (Fringe) on ff.net in 2011.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? I'm in a Discord server for the Nancy Drew CW show and I'd love to write for Nancy/Ace, but I'd need to rewatch the show to do it confidently, I was just a casual watcher with friends when it was on TV.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written? My favorite thing is my current WIP Barren Soul (Band of Brothers). I've been working on it on and off since 2020 and I think it has some of my best writing. It's also fun to re-read because I can see how I've grown as a writer over the years.

Tagging anyone else who wants to fill this out - no pressure!

#this was fun to do #i had no idea ao3 had stats #i have to say - my top kudos fics all being for t100 is cursed #i will never get away from that show or that ship lmao #fic writer interview

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astraeus-moon · 10 months

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omg I hope your oc knows how much I love him!!!!!!! Faer is so super cool and interesting and I love seeing the posts you tag him in!!!!!! Do you have a drawing of him, or a reference? What does he look like?

And I would absolutely love having our ocs be friends :3

EBTQTBEWGVEQ YESSS! HES MY BLORBO. I AM GOING TO RUN HIM OVER (AFFECTIONATE).

I don't have any drawings I have a couple picrews that are a bit outdated. One is my current pfp but I can give a rougher description bhrwrbhe

This is going to be rambly, my bad. Black hair about shoulder length. It's kinda fluffy he's rocking the bucky Barnes haircut. He's got kinda white streaks throughout due to stress and being 42 <3 (old man). He's got gold eyes with like slitted cats pupils. (Fucked up wolf man) I have a scar map for him somewhere but facial scarring is usually four claw marks down the left side of the face from hair line to collarbone. And one across the nose. He does have freckles as well as white hair in his eyebrows. Noticeable neck scarring like a slit throat, and Wolf teeth marks. He has sharp wolf teeth! Very long noticeable canines. He's missing his right arm due to Bellwether torture, and it has been replaced with a winter soldier style prosthetic. :3

Outfit wise. Mid calf height work boots usually. Some kind of just fatigue pants or jeans. Shirt wise just a button up or random t shirt. Lots of nation parks t shirts. Usually wears a forest green hoodless jacket over it! Usually some kind of baseball/trucker hat. He always has a pocket watch necklace tucked beneath the shirt but the chains visible. He also does wear bandanas it's his one splash of color besides the jacket + shirt. It usually matches. He does have glasses! Tends not to wear them and prefers contacts but there silver rimmed glasses. Wears work gloves pretty often.

I would ADORE having our ocs be friends I love redfall ocs and want to know every one. I love ur ocs so much and I want to know everything. <33

Some misc Faer facts

- grew up in alaska

- been a park ranger for 17 ish years

- his birthday is Jan 1st

- he's Trans:)

- he's Demiromantic and Demisexual and only intrested in men

- hes an only child

- he does draw in his spare time

- werewolfism gave him colorblindness

Edit:

- @shamrockace oc Link p much ends up as his adopted kid

- they buy him wolf themed hats <3

- it's free wolf dad

- they are a funky package deal <3

- I will elaborate on Link, which is a threat.

Ty for ur intrest in my fucked up little wolf man sorry this got long af. I have a very fun lore stuff for him settled.

#txt #wolf barks #faer fáelán #too nervous to maintag this.#Link Tóirse-Glym

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love. <3

Under the Blue (Park Ranger!Ari Levinson)

Discipline Me (soft dark!professor Andy Barber)

Hold Me (boyfriend!Ari Levinson)

oh, darling, my soul (Sun!Ari Levison x Moon!f!reader)

Sunrise (boyfriend!bucky barnes)

#love letter ask 💌#sweet em 🦋

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ao3feed-winterhawk2-archive · 4 months

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Duim vashou: Holding Thumbs Tightly (Wishing for Luck)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52545313 by ivvic Prof. Bucky Barnes is up in a small town near Denali Alaska for a long-term research project when the hotel receptionist notices he hasn't come back from his field site at the usual time. Natasha Romanoff sends her husband to look for him, and it seems that she wants her husband to pick the man up in more than one way. Words: 11971, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Other Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov Additional Tags: Asexual Character, Polyamory, Alternate Universe - Small Town, Alaska, park ranger Clint Barton, biologist Bucky Barnes, Hotel Reception Natasha Romanov, Natasha is a bro and a troll, Amputee Bucky Barnes, Deaf Clint Barton, Compersion read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52545313

#WinterHawk #Bucky/Clint #Clint/Bucky #Bucky Barnes #Clint Barton #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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Cruel!camping trip ideas….

A couple hours in the boys went down to go “fishing” but really they are off getting high together so Andy, Ari, Bucky and reader have been “having fun” for like over an hour now and guess who comes because of a noise complaint?

Fucking Park Ranger Lee Bodecker

😵‍💫😵‍💫 OH MY GOODNESS YES🫡 could also be just sheriff Bodecker bringing the boys back after he caught them being reckless by the docks—this confrontation leads to Jacob getting in an argument with Andy, and oh my, with the ✨vibes✨ and how close you are to Andy, Lee wasn’t expecting Jacob to call you his girlfriend as he told you to follow him for a walk. It’s still a wonder how none of the boys have noticed a thing

#cruel ask #battle of the dilfs

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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CONSTRUCTION! WORKER! DADDY! STEVE! AND! NERDY! BABY! BOY! BUCKY!

PLEEEEAAASSEEEE. I NEED it.

😭😭😭

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You said Daddy!Steve within this AU and you know what...

When I was originally thinking about that post and the stucky au version, I had a thought about the "middle aged men" in the original post and thought about making roofer Steve a silver fox, still very much in his prime from the physical labor...

That's what I thought.

Silver fox and roofer Steve: an older worker as opposed to all the new hot-shot boys who are just making money through high school and college but that much more experienced and gentle despite all his strength but, ultimately, I had to go with freshly post serum looking Steve. I mean- the heaving chest and perfect muscles and sweat and golden hair. He would be- he is Bucky's angel.

Either way, you don't necessarily have to be older or have grey hair to be a daddy. Steve can be very daddy, even if he is young and outrageously horny from his youth. Steve is very daddy, laying his boy out on the bed he built them (made of heavy wood with plenty of holes and hooks to attach ropes or chains to 👀), using those wonderful carpenter skills. Laid out on their bed, Steve makes Bucky scream and curl the fingers of his hand into Steve's hair, putting in work with those strong, thick fingers and plump, pretty lips. Steve's fingers take up so, so much space in Bucky's trembling, little body, fingering him and wringing orgasm after orgasm out of him as his lips wrap around his cock, swallowing down everything until he has nothing left. Until he can't even scream anymore, throat hoarse.

Anyway-

Mmm-hmm, yup.

Baby boy Bucky with little running shorts and big t-shirts (originally Steve's) long enough to cover said running shorts, his long hair tied back all the time, except for when he's under Steve's very capable hands because Steve is obsessed with it. How soft and wavy and pretty it is... and how easily he can control Bucky by the hair, pulling on it like a leash. Baby boy Bucky is incredible, he loves yoga (it was the first "normal" feeling workout he could do after his amputation as opposed to, like, a pilates or crossfit class) and hiking. Once in the summer, Bucky tried to leave their home in those practically booty-short level running shorts and a t-shirt with the only addition being his hiking boots and Steve would not let him. Not because he's that controlling. But because he does not want to get in trouble from a park ranger or someone since they were fucking on the hiking trail 🤣

Daddy Steve with short short hair on the sides of his head but long, silky blonde hair on the top (blonde until he starts sweating, then it looks more brown) and a killer, killer jawline. Big muscles. Big grin and personality. Big, big charm. Big fucking frame too as he stands at roughly 6'2. Often, he is found in beat workboots, heavy, faded blue jeans, and... well, that's about it. Unless you count those adorable safety glasses, hard hat, and that (way too hot for its own good) tool belt wrapped around his hips as more clothes. Bucky is pretty sure they're not actually clothes. Not that it's a tragedy that he isn't wearing more clothes, according to Bucky, he should actually wear less. The mans is walking pornography, especially when he's out in the backyard or garage working on something, sweating and grunting when something requires some extra strength, putting oomph behind it 🤤

Nosedive into more horny™️ below:

Baby boy is very vocal when he loses his head in scenes and/or during sex. Lots of whimpers and moans and gasps. The first time after he admits his daddy kink and sub tendencies to Steve.... he quietly moans, "D-daddy," when Steve has his mouth on his hole, licking around his fingers as they thrust and press and twist into him.

"Say it again, baby," Steve lifts his mouth away much to Bucky's upset, whining sharply, "slow though," he says, thrusting his fingers hard and deep into Bucky, curling them so the pads of his fingers punch into his prostate, again and again, "say it slow. I like how it sounds in that pretty mouth, honey."

"Daddy!" Bucky can't help his outburst, pleasure cutting through his core.

"I said slow, sweetheart. Go again."

"Daaaaddy-" Bucky moans, throwing his head back, jerking his hips up into Steve's touch. 🥴

Bonus:

Steve reads a lot of erotic romance novels and is not ashamed of it. (Steve jokes once when Bucky asks what this book is about, "I'll show you after dinner, sweetheart 😈" and poor baby just about faints.)

#asks #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #roofer steve #customer bucky #alpine

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jurijurijurious · 10 months

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For the ask meme! A8 and B6!

Thanks for the ask @buginateacup!

A8. What was your first fandom? Are you still in that fandom now?

I don't really know how to answer this, tbh. I was born in the mid 80s so I've been a fan of so many things, but I'm not sure which constitutes as my first fandom since I don't think fandom was the same in my childhood when the internet wasn't much of a thing. If it was what do I first remember being a fan of, dinosaurs then Jurassic Park would do it. But I also loved Sonic the Hedgehog, Bucky O' Hare, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Biker Mice from Mars, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, ReBoot... etc etc.

If we're talking being part of a collective fandom with other fans, then it'd either be Star Wars pre-internet where I was in the UK "fan club" and had pen pals (those crazy days!) or if we're talking internet fandoms, I think I first resided in the Power Rangers fandom in the early 2000s when we first got the internet at home. I kinda miss those early internet days, it was a fun, crazy time. I still have an email from Robert Axelrod, who was the actor who voiced Lord Zedd in Power Rangers, after he came across my (now non-existent) Lord Zedd fan website online. Robert's sadly passed away now but I love that he emailed me. It made my year. It still touches my heart.

And am I still in the Power Rangers fandom? Not really. I swing by from time to time, throw out weird fan art, think about going back to my fanfic project, but meh... I haven't watched any recent series and I haven't the time or money to keep up with the rebooted comics, which I have a sinking feeling I wouldn't enjoy, being a fan from the old days and having invested so much of my imagination making up my own backstories of and reboots for the characters.

Anyway, there's a non-answer.

B6. What is your favourite story trope? Why?

I nearly said Enemies to Lovers because I do enjoy a good bad guy/good guy romance, but when I look at my fics and the ships I enjoy, canon or otherwise, it's not so much Enemies to Lovers as Forbidden Romance - within which Enemies to Lovers often conveniently fits. I just lurve people getting together who absolutely should not be together, either because of their moral disparity or societal barriers or whatever, it fills me with joy. So much friction and drama and inconvenience. And it usualy creates sex that isn't cosy, it's a battleground, it's a fight for dominance.

Within the Forbidden Romance trope, I usually have sub-tropes that I certainly write in every one of my fics - and I love it if I find them in other fics, or even canon. This tends to include the Age Gap trope - in my case the older man-younger woman dynamic, nothing original; a bit of the ol' Forced Proximity trope (this was the only way I could make "Dodge and Burn" even slightly feasible), plus an Unplanned Pregnancy trope for ultimate angst - and sometimes even needed levity. Nothing beats the image of a ravaged hard man with a baby.

#fanfic is life #reboot fanfic #reboot fanart #mighty morphin power rangers #lord zedd #robert axelrod #fandom #tropes #fanfic tropes #ask a reader meme #forbidden romance #enemies to lovers #megadot #megabyte x dot #reboot: dodge and burn

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aurorashard · 1 year

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WIP Ask Game!

Tagged by @inkvoices!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

So I have... A lot of WIPs haha. These are ones where there’s actually some words on there not just “Clint--Pretzels????” lmao.

Clint Gets A Haircut

Ten Tickles!

Park Ranger AU

Hallowed Ground

Paper Pumpkins

Toys

Drawn To You

Stream Sniping

Bucky Murderbot AU

Postal Workers AU

Clint/Nat/Bucky Werewolf AU

I Am Easy To Find

Take Only That Which You Can’t Live Without

Bucky Has A Farm

Toss A Spoon To Your Witcher

Free Cookies

Tagging a few folks; @smallblueandloud, @paperairplanesopenwindows, and @ruffboijuliaburnsides. No pressure if y’all don’t want to! <3

#aur reblogs things #ask game #aur rambles about fanfic #Thanks for the tag <3

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rookthorne · 7 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞

A house of cards only needed the slightest touch to fall to pieces, to crumble to the floor in a heap. It turned out, as the Queen, you only needed that same nudge.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✰ 1.3k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Fluff, heavy angst, implied bike wreck, fainting

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✰ I missed snapping my glow stick.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ✰ Day Is Gone by Noah Gunderson, The Forest Rangers ✰ You Are My Sunshine by Jamey Johnson, Twiggy Ramirez, Shooter Jennings

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ✰ @allcapsbingo 𝗡𝟱 — Falling Apart — Masterlist ✰ @anyfandomaubingo 𝗜𝟮 — Biker!Bucky Barnes — Masterlist

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Moments passed at an agonised pace. Your heart rabbeted against your ribs and your mind spun with worries and terror – both unparalleled in their height.

Bucky had been radio silent and missing for hours now.

He had left the clubhouse with a kiss and a “be careful,” started his Indian, and only looked back to blow you a kiss as he left the lot. You had watched the black and gold chariot carry him away down the road, the engine loud and you had prayed, hoped, that he would be safe.

Another charter, a club whose President he was close with, was meant to meet him on the way there to ride with him, and they would have taken him to the meeting point for the deal, overseeing the entirety of the proceedings and reporting back as Bucky rode home – eager to be back in your arms again.

That had not happened.

Steve was on the edge of his seat, phone to his ear and his voice a low rumble as he rang and spoke to many of their contacts – the search for his President seeming pointless as no one had heard from him, nor seen him, for the duration of his unexplained absence.

Sweat beaded down your temple and neck while your heart hammered. Anxiety swirled and soured your stomach – the very thought of him lying in a ditch in the middle of nowhere did not help the flighty mindset that you had unwillingly adopted.

The endless possibilities of what could have happened to him grew infinitely long, so long that it could have wrapped around the world twice and made a bow – a bow of fear, laced with the nauseated worry of a Queen whose King made deals with the devil for his mortality on a daily basis.

Bucky was a man of courage and strength; he knew how to hold his own and he was a devil of his own making. The only problem was that he was not immortal, no matter how he acted, or believed. A mere mortal of a man that had shaped himself into the Hades of the underworld, the underbelly of an empiric and tyrannical life that was of a President.

You were well versed in this fear, of the possibility for deals to go south, hospitalisations, and the like, but for such radio silence and period of seemingly becoming a ghost…

“Where could he have gone?” you whispered, wringing your hands.

“He’ll show up, Sweets,” Peter replied, a wary smile on his thin lips. “He couldn’t have gotten far. Boss can handle himself, yeah?”

They were empty words – as much of a reassurance to the young man as they were preaching a wish you had harped on for every moment of the past few hours.

A loud rumble sounded down the road from the lot, and you flew to your feet, clicking your fingers at Steve. “I have to go,” he said, hanging up his call abruptly. “Is that–?”

“I don’t know,” you breathed, staring out the window that had the best view into the parking lot. “I hope it is.”

Steve got up and pulled out his handgun before he jogged to the door. “Stay here,” he ordered, and he opened it before stepping out into the afternoon air with his shoulders squared to fend off an intruder, when he suddenly yelled, “Sweets, it’s him!”

The black and gold Indian appeared in the lot, Bucky astride it as it purred to a stop and the engine cut out as he backed it into place. While pristine when Bucky left the lot this morning, the bike was scuffed and beaten up – a mirror was missing and the headlight was shattered, and that was all of what you could see.

Your heart hadn’t seemed to comprehend the visual of Bucky there, though. Blinking rapidly to clear the black spots in your vision, you rushed around the bar and stood in the entryway of the clubhouse – waiting on bated breath for Bucky to appear.

You could hear Bucky and Steve’s voices interchangeably over the pounding in your ears, and just as Steve appeared, Bucky right behind him, you exhaled a shocked breath, blinked, and the world went black.

“She’s comin’ round,” a voice said. It was muffled and warbled, like they were underwater. “Go get some water.”

Footsteps retreated and then came back a few seconds later. “Yeah, she’s comin’ back to us.”

Your eyelids fluttered as you opened them, and you blinked the blurriness away. “Wha’ happen–?”

Bucky looked down at you, and you could feel one of his hands on your shoulder and the other on your stomach. “Well, hey there, doll,” he said softly. “I walked in the door and you just… Fainted. You get that excited to see me?”

You blinked again and took him in – blood covered the corner of his mouth, evidently from the split on his lower lip. There was a gash on his forehead, and his hair was a bird's nest of tangles. “What happened to you?”

“Laid my bike down on the way back. I limped my ass in here to hold my girl only for you to pass out on me.” Bucky raised a brow at you, his expression analytical. “You feelin’ alright, baby?”

Slowly, you sat up from Bucky’s lap to see Steve and Peter watching you nervously. You turned to Bucky, taking him in again. “Am I alright?” For a fleeting second, Bucky looked nervous. “Am I alright?” you repeated, incredulous.

“Yeah, you kinda jus’ crumpled in front of us, Sweets,” Bucky rushed, but the fear that had held you in its clutches surged into an uncontrollable anger.

“Am I alright? You are asking me if I am alright when you couldn’t even pick up the fucking phone and call me to tell me you were alive, James!” The world swam as you got to your feet and Bucky scrambled to stand up, to hold you steady, but the rush of anger fuelled you into remaining upright.

“Sweets, calm down,” Steve interceded, hands raised.

You snarled at him and turned back to Bucky. “I- We were sitting here, out of our minds with worry, and you just showed up acting like nothing was wrong? Look at your face, Bucky! Look at it!”

Bucky sighed and sat down on a barstool heavily. “Yes, I look like shit. And I’m sorry. I didn’t plan on laying down my damn bike or breaking my fuckin’ phone.” He took out a black brick that would have resembled his phone at some point in time, but now, it was a crushed, splintered mess that was held together by shredded plastic. “I’m sorry, baby, alright?”

The anger that surged through you abated to a flickering flame – Bucky wasn’t lying, the evidence was plain as day, right in front of you.

“You- You didn’t…” Mouth dry, you struggled to swallow and continue. “I was terrified that I lost you. After all we have been through.” You gestured weakly around the clubhouse, to the wooden Church doors and out to the car lot – until you finally met his stare, his eyes drowning in pensive fear. “I thought I lost you.”

The look that Bucky shot Steve and Peter spoke volumes, and the way the two men hastened to leave the clubhouse made you feel suddenly foolish. You’d overreacted, you were sure of it–

“Baby,” Bucky said, and he was walking towards you. “Look at me.”

You met his gaze as he stood right in front of you, and you didn’t shy away as he rested his forehead on yours. “I am so sorry, baby. I am. I didn’t mean to scare you, I swear it.” His hands held your hips and he pulled you to his chest. “Please, I didn’t-”

“You’re here,” you cut in softly, tears in your eyes and you kissed his lips. “You’re back here in my arms, and that’s all I want. I’m sorry I yelled at you–I was so scared.”

Bucky kissed you, his lips slotted perfectly against yours, and you sighed through your nose, holding him tighter against you as you looped your arms around his neck. “Don’t leave me.”

“Never.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes angst #allcapsbingo2023 #rookthorne's works

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ppatricia34me · 1 year

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🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸Cabin Fever 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸Part 1🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

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Wanings, this story is for people 18 and older, may contain content others

might find it upsetting such as kidnapping, drugs, Yandere, and Overprotective, also I do not condone the Behaviors displayed in this story. Just because I have written it with my name as the main character, dose not mean I would ever do this, this is Strictly for fun and not a Reflection of who I am as a person, with that out of the way enjoy.

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(Patricia Pov)

The Forest wasnt a typically place for a young women to live, Especially one that dreamed of that Cozy little housewife life, But I made it work, my Cozy little cabin was filled with embroidered little pillows in Soft pastel pinks and purples and yellows, White lace doilies lined the tables, the Couch had a floral pattern and on the wall was A large flat screen TV, After all I wasn't too much of an old fashioned girl, I even had a Laptop for my work, the Graphic designer at a dating Agency, But Despite working for a dating Agency I had no Husbend to come home to, no sweetheart to call my own.

But iam a Patient Women, and sooon I will In Snag a fly to my hunny covered web, after all the Park ranger station is just down the rode and those men are like family, so they understand that if my little fly Escapes his sweet web i worked so hard on, My little Worker bees will just bring him right back.

A loud ringing echoed through the room and I was soon brought out of my thoughts, I was qwick to pick it up.

“Hay Patricia, A couple of young man just stoped by, they were asking about Cabins, I sent them over to your neck of the woods, They look pretty strong, calls us if you need Any tranquilizer darts or pills or strong rope or metal chains!” the young mans cheerful voce spoke, I Let out a small squeal that the young man obviously heard has he chuckled in amusement.

“Thank you Sunny, I’ll Take you up on that offer Of supplies if one of your men would bring it over tomorrow!” i happy spoke, After a couple more exchanges I soon hung up the phone.

My body never Left the soft pink curtain window, Watching intensely for the men to Arrive, my eyes Lit up upon seeing them cross through at the clearing of thick trees in the distance, I feailt my heart skep a beat, the Boys at the station never mentioned Who these men were, but I knew Even from the distance that they were at that they were none other than steve rogers and bucky barnes, men Lost in an era they werent Meant for, men Straight from the '40s, Perfectly and practically in need of a sweet little housewife, It practically had to pinch myself to ensure it wasn't a dream or a free hallucination brought on by Cabin Fever, but it wasnt, the men were geting cloer by the moment, the sun was In its early stages of setting painting the sky in a very light orange, Soon the men crossed the threshold and I heard A loud and assertive knock.

I giggled as i Raced to the bottom of the stairs to let them in,I practically swung open the door, Once realizing what I've done I could feel my cheeks go bright red cuz I looked up at them.

“Oh um, are you Miss Patricia, Your alot younger then what we Expected, is it all right if we come in, we were told you have room for us!” I'm Steve Rogers spoke in a honey sweet voice.

“Its no trouble at all, i get it alot, there arnt alot of 22 year olds with my name!” I Awkwardly exclaimed, I feailt so nervous, these men could take me out with a Single pinky finger, there was no way that keeping them here was going to be easy.

I watched as they carefully took there shoes off and Proceeded up the stairs, I fallowed behind them, feeling very small Compared to them.

“You can put your bags in the large dark bule room, I hope you tow dont mind sharing the bed.” I said softy.

Buky whent in first and steve smiled softly at me. “Thank you miss, and we dont mind, also I apologize he's not much of a talker, hes been Through a lot.” Steve spoke, I nodded my head,I understood what he meant,it was all over the news, Steve rogers and Bucky barnes Fugitives of the law, Steve even had to Resign as Captain America.

“Would you like anything to eat?” I asked softy, he smiledbut shock his head no.

“It's ok miss, Bucky and I have already eaten.” he smiled,I smiled back. “Well if you need anything, my room next door.” I smiled, and he gave me a thumbs up, I soon turned on my heels and went to my room for the night.

#Stucky x me #Self indulgent #Self indulgent writeing #bucky #steve #yandere #marvel self insert #stucky #stevebucky

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themculibrary · 5 months

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Autumn/Fall Masterlist

7 Times Peter Starts To Realize He Has A Family + 1 Time He Knows He Does (ao3) - JAWorley pepper/tony G, 46k

Summary: Peter knows he had been lucky to get to hang around with Mr. Stark before the blip… lucky to have a mentor to look after him, to patch him up after a rough night out as Spider Man, and to get him out of trouble at the foster home if he stayed out too late. After the blip, Peter is starting to realize just how lucky he is… because it’s no longer just Mr. Stark. Now he has a daughter, and a wife, and he could choose to just forget about Peter… leave him to his own devices, but the Starks seem intent on including Peter in activities like fall photos, trips to the pumpkin patch, and movie nights at their cabin. Whenever Peter leaves, he misses them. He misses home. A fic for Cozytober2023. OR A love letter to fall, to the fandom, and to families. Unapologetic fluff and family feels.

An A-maze-ing Afternoon Together (ao3) - Politzania tony/stephen G, 451

Summary: Tony talks Stephen into heading upstate to explore a corn maze.

Baking (ao3) - MantaI305ApollosChariot wanda/vision G, 500

Summary: It’s close to Halloween, and a fugitive Wanda makes themed treats for her fellow teammates with Vision, who comes to visit.

Takes place post-Civil War and pre-Infinity War.

Chocolate In Return For Help (ao3) - endlesstwanted clint/darcy G, 100

Summary: Darcy’s been longing for her Fall’s habits.

Haystacked Against the Odds (ao3) - secretsauces T, 2k

Summary: While desperate at a fall celebration with Ned, Peter has no choice but to turn to unconventional means of relieving himself, but does it really matter when no one can tell the difference?

if i can't be close to you (i'll settle for the ghost of you) (ao3) - theyarenotfree steve/bucky T, 6k

Summary: Steve is pretty sure he’s being haunted by his dead best friend.

It Started with a Text (ao3) - VelvetSky darcy/steve M, 41k

Summary: Set about five or six months after the events of the first Avengers movie, Steve gets his first cell phone and starts talking to someone who texted him looking for the previous owner of his new phone number.

kill the lights and kiss my eyes (ao3) - puchuupoet bucky/clint M, 5k

Summary: Clint's broken and stuck inside for awhile, which means he's perfectly trapped for babysitting duties. The silver lining: no diapers involved. The downside, he's still ridiculously out of his element.

Knit and Purl (ao3) - Six2VII sam/bucky G, 5k

Summary: Bucky has recently retired and joined a knitting circle.

march of the pumpkins (ao3) - silentwalrus steve/bucky G, 2k

Summary: Halloween in Brooklyn, bog witch style.

now is nowhere except underfoot (ao3) - twistedingenue clint/darcy G, 3k

Summary: Clint isn't in the habit of turning down assignments, and especially ones that are actually vacations in disguise, but he's willing to make an exception. But Coulson merely tilts his head and blandly smiles, sure signs that Clint is never going to win this one.

Clint escorts Darcy Lewis home to work, inadvertently fakes being her boyfriend and learns another medieval weapon.

that's why i love fall (ao3) - Skyler10 carol/daisy, phil/melinda, leo/jemma G, 7k

Summary: Carol is a park ranger in a growing mountain town. Daisy is a cybersecurity city girl in town for a job interview at the town’s biotech lab. Under the autumn leaves, fate brings them together (aided by Daisy’s parents, Phil and Melinda). As sweet as a PSL and with as much plot as apple pie.

The Scarlet Witch Episode 8: Legacies (SERIES FINALE) (ao3) - Amonymous__728 T, 12k

Summary: Wanda and her allies go toe to toe with their most formidable foe to date.

The sound and the colors of Leaves (ao3) - 42donotpanic G, 2k

Summary: Matt and Clint bond over their mutual love for fall and leaves and their disabilities.

when the light is sweet & heavy (ao3) - volantium harley/peter G, 3k

Summary: The season turns into October, when the light is sweet and heavy. Orange leaves are carried to their final resting along the breeze. It is the month for resurrection, to cast off the year as it approaches winter, to begin anew without consequence. Without fail, Harley finds himself dreading the possibility of it all over again.

He's never really been one for Halloween.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #masterlists #autumn #autumn masterlist #seasons

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