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volklana · 8 days

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My Woman. My Woman. My Wife.

Title comes from this song:

Request: All the sihtric fics😭 just fluff…mingled with angst. I just know he’s the most attentive lover ever. Always bringing flowers, making you laugh(bc his one liners are hilarious), sharing his furs with you… but I know he must have a temper. And he’s always gone away for so long. Poor rat boy probably thinks he’d be a terrible husband because of how often he’s gone for long periods of time. But he’s not😭 he’s the best husband ever. Anyway I got carried away, just all the sihtric things

@canyonmoon-2 I really hope I did your idea justice xx

Warnings: Details the loss of a baby and the grief in the aftermath of that loss. If that isn't for you, or it's too traumatic please don't read, protect your peace and you can catch me next time xx

Not proof read but mistakes will be corrected in time.

Requests are open:

The ride back to Winchester seemed to be taking longer the closer he actually got to the city.

He was beginning to feel lightheaded with dizziness at the thought of seeing you again.

Sihtric was besotted with you, had been from the moment he laid eyes on you, catching your eye across the square, hauling your cart of produce to sell at the market.

At first he was too shy to even look you in your eye as he paid for apples he didn’t even need, but as soon as your fingers accidentally brushed, he couldn’t help but delight in the shy smile that you shot his way, as you wished him to have a good day.

He couldn’t help but offer to escort you to your homestead that night, he had claimed it was to keep you safe but instead it was to steal a few more moments with you, you had walked in easy silence until you suddenly stopped and turned to face him.

“You haven’t told me your name.” you giggled and Sihtric’s face lit up “You’re walking me all this way and I don’t even know your name.”

“You would let a man you don’t know walk you home and you never even thought to ask his name. A pagan man at that. What would your nailed god say?”

“I know you are one of Uhtred’s men,” you considered.

“And that is the only reason you would allow me to accompany you?” Sihtric teased.

“That is the main reason, but I do have others,” you teased back.

“And what would those other reasons be lady?” he quirked his head to examine your face and you smiled, that gorgeous smile his way again.

“Perhaps we should start with your name first,” you giggled and goddamn it Sihtric wanted to get down on his knee right then and there for you, “I am Sihtric, lady,” he smiled, suddenly shy and you considered him for a moment, “I am y/n.”

And so that became your weekly routine, Sihtric would walk you home from the market and you would chat easily. He would linger awkwardly outside your home, neither one of you wanting to say goodbye until the day when he got a sudden surge of confidence, Thor knows from where and sprung forward to press his lips against yours. You absolutely melted into his touch and giggled when he pulled away, his whole face lighting up with a smile, “I have been waiting weeks for you to do that Sihtric,” you giggled and for good measure he kissed you again.

“Sihtric, you barely know her,” Uhtred warned.

“I know enough lord,” he uttered shyly and Gisela considered him gently.

“You love her,” she eased after a while and Sihtric’s face broke out in a smile again.

“And she loves me. She tells me all the time,” he rushed before his cheeks lit up crimson with embarrassment, and Gisela couldn’t help her amused smile.

She reached a hand to Uhtred who frowned her way at first, a silent conversation happening between their eyes.

“Very well Sihtric, you may marry your lady,” he sighed but Sihtric had already taken to running.

“Thank you. Thank you lord,” he shouted over his shoulder and he was away to find you scooping you into his arms, peppering kisses to any part of your skin he could reach.

Sihtric was the most attentive man you had ever known. He loved you in ways you hadn’t even known possible. There was not a single moment you were together that his hands were not on yours. You joked that he should climb inside you and live in your skeleton more than once, but you had a feeling that he would’ve if he could. Opting instead to be inside you in the only way he could, as many times a day as you would allow, and you would never refuse him.

Nobody had ever loved Sihtric, no one had ever been tender with him. No one had ever shown him that he was worthy of beautiful things and you vowed to spend every day of your life proving to him that he did.

Gentle hands traced scars and kissed the parts of his skin that had been broken by his father’s cruelty and sometimes the feeling was so intense for Sihtric he could barely bring himself to look you in the eye.

“What is it love?” you murmured pressing kisses to his his worried brow.

“I have to go away with Uhtred again.”

“To battle?” you asked gently, caressing his face.

“To battle,” he confirmed.

“Sihtric, you love being a warrior. What is this about?”

“I don’t want to be without you. To go back to how it felt before I knew you. The darkness…”

“I will be here waiting for you. Right here,” you took his hand and placed it over your chest, “Feel my heart, know it is real and it belongs to you. I will be here, loving you.”

Sihtric surged forward and pressed his lips to your needily, feeling reassured that his woman would be waiting for him.

You had built a wonderful life together with Sihtric, and you were happier than you had been in your life, but Sihtric struggled with leaving you every time.

He was weary from the ride but the thought of you pressed him forward.

As soon as he and Finan dismounted, Finan urged him to come for a drink in the alehouse but Sihtric was furiously shaking his head and excitedly told him he was away to find his wife.

He burst through the door of your home, flowers in hand, calling your name but the smile slipped from his face when instead of being greeted by the sight of his wife, he was instead greeted by Hild.

“Where is she Hild?” he almost shrieked, panic coursing through him, making it hard to breathe.

Hild squeezed his arm gently and as reassuringly as she could, but her face was grave, and she led him through to the bedroom, where Sihtric collapsed down to his knees by your side, the sight of your deathly pale skin and gaunt face, enough to send him into a spiral.

“What is it? My love? My Life?” he was begging, stroking your hair, he wanted to pull away from the coldness of your skin. You were always warm, his warmth his sunshine.

“It was a little boy,” you whispered weakly “We had a baby boy, Sihtric.”

His head was reeling, he hadn’t even known you were pregnant before he left, nor had you.

“I couldn’t keep him,” you suddenly cried, giant sobs wracking your weak body, “I lost him. I lost him.” you were hysterical and all Sihtric could do was crush him to you and wrap you up in his arms.

Sihtric held you, letting you cry on him until you had no tears left, repeating that he was sorry, he was so sorry, and none of this was your fault, and when your eyes finally slipped closed he allowed his own tears to fall.

Hild took him into her embrace when he finally re emerged from the bedroom, and they made their way outside, where under the shade of a leafy oak, he found the small arrangement of burial stones, that he threw himself upon and wept.

“She insisted we honour your traditions,” Hild finally broke the silence. “I had Gisela’s help, but she arranged the stones herself, nearly killed herself in the process.”

“Will she live?” he finally mustered the strength to beg.

“She is very weak, and if god..if the gods are good, she will live,” Hild reassured

“She has to,” Sihtric whispered “Or you may as well place me here with my boy.”

You regained your strength over the next few weeks, slowly and with the help of Hild and Sihtric. Sihtric never left your side, fetching you food, bringing you extra furs to keep you warm and at night, he pulled you as physically close as possible, lamenting the loss of your warmth, for now you always felt cold to him.

But soon you were back on your feet again, well enough to walk, well enough to have Gisela and Uhtred over for dinner and well enough to make love to Sihtric for the first time in weeks since he had got home.

Sihtric was wound tighter than a leash the past few days, his face constantly pulled into a frown lately, and no matter how much you tried you could not seem to pull him from the depths.

“What have I told you?” he snapped suddenly, and you lowered your gaze to the floor, “You are my woman, there is no need for you to do these jobs anymore. I will do it!” he snapped.

You had been attempting to help him ready his horse, as you had done a million times, lifting his heavy saddle bag up to attach to his saddle.

You watched him silently as he roughly threw his things together. You were rarely on the receiving end of Sihtric’s temper but lately you seemed to be finding yourself under it more and more.

He made to mount his horse and you couldn’t help the phrase that fell from your lips.

“You blame me for his loss?” you stated but it was more like a question.

Sihtric stilled all action, but he did not turn to face you.

“That is why you cannot speak to me with tenderness these days. Is it not?” your voice was small and you fiddled with a thread on your sleeve.

“If you cannot love me anymore. If I cannot make you happy, then I set you free. I told you the night we first made love that you deserved to be happy, and If I cannot do that for you, I set you free. I set you free because I love you more than anything on this earth and I cannot bear you to be this unhappy”

“How can you still love me?” he snarled, turning to face you, wild eyed.

“I was not here. I left you alone. I left you to endure his loss alone,” he was clawing at the skin on his left forearm, leaving fresh nail marks, an old habit from when Kjartan would lock him in the cellar, knowing a beating or some other form of humiliation was coming his way. If he hurt himself first, the next hurt would never be as bad.

“Set me free because you would be better off without my weight around your neck. Set me free so you may find a man who can love you the way you deserve. A man who will never leave you alone another second of his life. But do not dare set me free because you love me. I do not deserve your love, not now and I certainly never did.”

You reached for him, but he pulled his arm from your grasp, your head reeling from his lack of tenderness.

“If you leave me now Sihtric, in this moment here, that will be the only time you will have abandoned me. The only time you will have left me when I really needed you.”

Sihtric looked at you conflicted, two mismatched eyes trying to frantically find the right thing to say.

“I can’t forgive myself,” he finally mumbled “And to think you could ever believe that I blame you for his loss. There is only one person at fault here and that is me. Because I cannot promise that I will never leave you alone again.”

“I knew who you were when I agreed to marry you. I knew you then, as I know you now and I know for every time you leave me you will always return.” He finally allowed himself to be pulled into your arms, and you tutted at the unmistakable scratches on his arm, he had been hurting himself for a while.

“Oh my love,” you cried “All this time I have thought you were blaming me, but you have been burdening yourself with the blame of this loss.”

Sihtric nodded in your arms and you traced your thumb across the scar on his face, before placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Neither of us are to blame my love, the gods were cruel.” he nodded in your hands finally allowing his eyes to soften, boring into yours and when he looked at you this way, you could always see the small, skinny boy who only ever knew hurt, fear and humiliation but never love.

“Talk never of setting me free again my love,” he begged, closing the distance to lean his forehead against yours “My place, my only place is here by your side. My woman. My woman. My wife.”

Tagging: @canyonmoon-2 @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @whitedarkmoonflower @shamrockqueen thenameswinter99 foxyanon

#sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric fic #the last kingdom fic #volklana writes

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themorningsunshine · 1 year

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Pie-eyed over you Series Masterlist

Pairing - Mafia!Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Summary - When a new baker in town refuses to abide by his rules, Bucky has no option but to go and take care of it himself. But nothing could prepare him for what stood on the other side. Nothing could prepare him for you.

Warnings - Each chapter has its own warnings but in general, this story will contain weapons, murder and a hell lot of sweets.

You can also read it on AO3.

Chapter 1 : Cupcakes

Chapter 2 : Brownies

Chapter 3 : Muffins

Chapter 4: Pancakes

Taglist (open) - @alana4610 @infinitehyperfixations @emilyroberts @winters1917 @almosttoopizza @lizslibrary @darlingwhoreslut @broadwaybabe18 @lolabrielle @quethekillerqueen @bbiaa420 @verveta345 @cookielovesbook-akie @saranghaey @writing-for-marvel @talesofadragon @depressed-gays-of-marvel @carrysears @supernatrualqueen @thecubanator2 @mcucatlady @tesseract69 @unaxv @fridooolin @havlindzk @coffeejustcoffee @nabiiturner @galaxy-dusk @blog-the-lilly @roserfz27 @elsie-bells @partypoison00 @melsunshine @thevodkori @emoalien69 @alilstressyandlotdepressy @awkwardgiraffe726 @just-set-things-on-fire @lalalalalafu @jotaros-bara-tiddies @scuzmunkie @moonchildlov @pampeop @mossiswriting @gloriouspurpose01 @day-dreaming-goddess @hawkeyes-queen @thats-alittle-gay @gigiislove @panhoeofmanyfandoms @solisinferni @dragonsandfunkyneonmushrooms @5lutty5arah @hopeluna @lethallyprotected @marvelxlevram @casualchaosdevil @happinessinthebeing @franfineashell @emily7232 @lizzystuffsthings @buckystevelove @polireader @niophiasca @mss-nthng @roe20r @devil1112 @hooomansstuff @missaprilt23 @sherlockstrangewolf @philiasoul @hasta-la-pasta-bb @rintheemolion @marvelxlevram @winifrede @kentokaze @buckybarnessimpp @rivalriotrenegade @spookylady92 @distinguishedbluebirdtriumph @wayward-gypsy @samlworld @thecraziestcrayon @winters1917 @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @elayne321 @kemillyfreitas @mongoose-king @bonkybarnes106 @weirdothatwritess @hawkinsavclub1983 @thebombdropper @meganjudee@cobra-kaii @bbiaa420 @queerqueenlynn @elizacusi-blog @lefibee @hermione-grangers-wife @aurorathi @volklana @noisesinthedark @unaxv

@matchat3a @mrs-bucky-barnes-73 @etherealskzss @beware-my-thorns idk0daddy0issues @deansgirlsworld @lactoesintalleraunt @avengersinitiative2012 @surhii @deansgirlsworld @ashk1017 @taylors--version

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assembletheimagines · 2 years

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Warnings: nsfw, 18+, dirty talking, choking, breeding kink? just smut

AN: There really isn’t any plot just smut..

Bucky rolled his hips against your sex, his pelvis brushing against your clit and causing you to shudder underneath him in response. You cried his name as he moved his forearms under your thighs, pushing them up higher and sliding deeper inside you.

“If you keep making those pretty little noises, you’re going to make me cum, Sweetheart.” He groaned, shifting his hips so with each thrust the curve of his dick brushed the gummy spot inside of you. Each roll of his hips had you seeing stars and your thighs began to shake in pleasure as you whimpered with each stroke.

You were close. But you needed more.

“Bucky,” you whined, your hands grabbing the sheets beneath you. The way Bucky stretched your pussy was overwhelming, making you feeling so full as he pressed in deeper. You mewled as the large vein on his length rubbed against your insides perfectly. “More,” you begged in need, your head falling back against the pillows as Bucky placed kisses along your neck.

“You want more, Baby?” Bucky grunted and smirked at how beautiful you looked creaming on his cock.

Your moans turned into a gasp of surprise when you felt Bucky’s metal fingers wrap around your neck then. The metal plates in his arm whirring as he placed pressure to your throat. Your eyes rolled back from the sensation and your cunt clenched around his length as he quickened pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby.” He praised and your walls fluttered around him from his words. You began to feel the familiar heat build in your abdomen as he continued. “Are you going to cum for me, Sweetheart?” He hummed and you nodded your head as your thighs shook around his waist. “You always look so pretty when you cum on my dick, baby,” he groaned moving his other hand to your clit, rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves to his strokes. “Cum on my dick, baby.”

The sinful words coming from his mouth as his hand squeezed around your throat sent you over the edge. A silent scream forming on your lips as your orgasm rocked through your body.

Bucky’s pace never let up as he helped you ride out your orgasm. “That’s my girl,” Bucky praised, the sensation of your cunt clenching around his length made his thrusts get sloppier, feeling his own release approaching.

His hips rutted into you faster, praise falling from his lips like a prayer. It didn’t take long, a few more rough thrusts and then he was cumming with a low groan, pushing his hips against the curve of your ass, painting your walls white with his cum.

Bucky dropped his head onto your chest, the both of you trying to regulate your breathing as you both came down from your orgasms. Both of your bodies were slick with sweat as he pulled himself out of you with a groan, your own body whining at the loss of connection.

Bucky leaned back on his knees as he looked over your body, a smirk curving on his lips as he took in the sight before him. Your eyes glossy with your legs open, his cum smothered between your puffy folds. His fingers reached down, unable to resist rubbing teasing circles around your puffy clit watching you whine in overstimulation. “I’m not done with you yet, baby.”

His words made your eyes widening as you watched his other hand wrapped around his length, already pumping his shaft that was hardening again.

“Turn around.”

@heli0s-writes @volklana @writemarvelousthings @fvckingavengers

#assembletheimagines #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

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foxyanon · 1 month

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Foxy’s Recs

These are creators whose work I have consumed and recommend to literally everyone. Rather than link specific fics, I’ll link masterlists since all of their work is phenomenal.

@sihtricfedaraaahvicius, have literally read just about all her work, she writes predominantly for Sihtric (but is branching out to other of Arnas’ characters) and her masterlist is here

@whitedarkmoonflower, another one I have read nearly every piece of work, she also writes for Arnas’ characters and her masterlist is here

@jamespotterismydaddy, I love her Cregan Stark fics but she has multiple characters she writes for and her masterlist is here

@fairysluna, I’m a SLUT for her Maegor & Cregan fics and her masterlist is here

@fallingintoyourlilaceyes, just discovered her but I love what I’ve read so far and her masterlist is here

@gemini-mama, for all the Finan girlies. I love her series and the masterlist is here

@alexagirlie, she writes for multiple fandoms (mostly m/m pairings) & does art, the masterlist is here

@vermithorn, I do be reading their Cregan stuff now and I love, masterlist is here

@targaryen-dynasty, another Maegor girlie and artist, she does write for a couple other blonde disasters, her masterlist is here

@mrsarnasdelicious, she writes a ton of stuff and I love it, but she doesn’t currently have a working masterlist (will link it when she does!)

@legitalicat, she wrote me a stunning Miraak fic but she has some HOTD stuff!! Her masterlist is here

@zaldritzosrose, miss ma’am literally does it all, from AIs to writing to dividers/headers/icons, you can’t find something she doesn’t do. Her masterlist is here

@volklana, she just started writing for Sihtric BUT she has a TOOOONNN of Bucky fics for your perusal. Masterlist is here

I will update this as I find new authors. Happy Reading!

#author rec #foxys recs

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thenameswinter99 · 6 days

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15 Questions for 15 Friends

Thank you @whitedarkmoonflower for the tag 💜

I don't know if I have 15 friends but... well...

Are you named after anyone?

No, my parents didn't want to name me after my grandmothers, but I found out that it's a very old Jewish name (it's mentioned a lot in the Bible) and it means "He (God) has heard". It's funny because I have a religious name and I'm not religious at all!

When was the last time you cried?

Actually... I'm crying right now AHAHAHAH. I woke up with a broken phone and I had a nervous breakdown because I hate when I say I am right and nobody listens to me. *Sighs* The hard life of still living with your parents.

Do you have kids?

No, but I hope to have them in the future!

What sport do you play / have played?

When I was a child, I remember going to dance and rhythmic (or classical, I can't remember now) gymnastics classes. I also took swimming lessons, I even took part in a competition and won second prize!

Do you use sarcasm?

Not always, but yes.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

The eyes. I don't know why, but the more interesting the eyes, the more curios or attracted I am to that person. *COFF COFF* That's why mismatched eyes are my weakness, they're rare in humans. *COFF COFF*

What's your eye color?

Unfortunately for me, brown.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I would say "scary movies" because I can't stand the majority of comedy/romantic movies, but I have to say "happy endings" because I'm a scared girlie ahahahaha But I actually like historical and bibliographical films more.

Any talents?

The way I throw myself down is my greatest talent!

Where were you born?

Santa Maria Capua Vetere

What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, drawing, acting, watching movies/shows/cartoons, occasionally photography.

Do you have any pets?

Unfortunately not, I'm not living alone so I could not take them.

How tall are you?

Many years ago I was 158 cm. Now I think I'm 160 cm. I'm still a short lady lol

Favorite subject in school?

Italian literature, English literature, history, philosophy and, deep in my heart, Latin literature.

Dream job?

Work in the film industry. I'm studying design at school, and I think after I graduate I'll do a Masters in VFX design, specialising in visual and special effects. But what I really want to do is just enrol in an acting school and hope that my dreams come true.

No pressure tags (if you want to): @lord-aldhelm @synintheraven @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @foxyanon @alexagirlie

@volklana @sylasthegrim @timetravelingpenguin1066 @sunfyre-targaryen @thelettersfromnoone

and whoever wants to do it!

#gat games #15 questions

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nekoannie-chan · 1 year

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Week 4 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 4 2023 or Week 160, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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♥ You can check my reading guidelines here.

♥ You can check my masterlist here.

♥ You can check my main reblog masterlist 2023 here.

♥ You can check my January reblog masterlist 2023 here.

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𝙺𝚎𝚢𝚜: 💛 ᵒʳᶤᵍᶤᶰᵃˡ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ 💜 ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ 🖤 ᵈᵃʳᵏ ❤️ ˢᵐᵘᵗ 💚 ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ 💙 ᵃᶰᵍˢᵗ

🧡 ᶜᵒᵐᵉᵈʸ

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 4 2023:

Make my wish come true (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @girl-next-door-writes 💚

Distracted (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @marvelettesassemblenow 💚

It wasn’t supposed to go this far chapter I (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @dbnightingale24 💚💙

The send-off part II (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @earth616variant 💚💙

Falcons (Brock x Reader (briefly) Sam Wilson x Reader) by @whisperlullaby 💙

My saviour chapter 36: Who said anything about winning (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤❤️💚💙

Último ramo (Lorna Dane X Lectora) by @azulatodoryuga 💙

Last bouquet (Lorna Dane X Reader) by @azulatodoryuga 💙

It wasn’t supposed to go this far chapter II (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @dbnightingale24 💚💙

The send-off part III (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @earth616variant 💚💙

I’m not that old (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @speechlessxx 💚

It wasn’t supposed to go this far chapter III (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @dbnightingale24 💚💙

My saviour chapter 37: Good agents don’t disobey orders, Y/N! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤❤️💚💙

Captain America’s number one fan (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @marvelettesassemblenow 💚

Here (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anaboo-thewriter 💚

Charlie-horse (Alvey Kulina X Reader) by @crazytxgradstudent 💚

My saviour chapter 38: You are fired though! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤❤️💚💙

It wasn’t supposed to go this far chapter IV (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @dbnightingale24 💚💙

New year’s eve (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction 💚

Haze (Frat!Bucky Barnes/Frat!Steve Rogers X Milf!Reader) by @sweeterthanthis❤️

Home for the holidays (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction 💚

Lying eyes (Clark Kent x Reader; Steve Rogers x Reader (past)) by @ladyfallonavenger 🖤❤️

Knockout (Alvey Kulina X Reader) by @crazytxgradstudent 💚

Right here waiting for you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @volklana💙

Escort to the multiverse chapter I: Jack Rollins & Brock Rumlow (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤❤️💚💙

Miscommunication (Stucky X Reader) by @marvelettesassemblenow 💚💙

Runaway love (Andy Strucker X Reader) by @sweetblink 💚

Angel of death chapter I (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @abbatoirablaze 🖤❤️💙

Trust in you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @oliverwxod❤️💙

Through the smoke (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @hollybee8917 💚💙

#Annie recommends #Annie's 1K Writing Challenge

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labrunereve · 2 years

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ＨＥＬＬ🎅🏻 ＨＥＬＬ🎄 ＨＥＬＬ🤶🏻 to everyone on Tumblr!

I’m one of the many 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄(𝐬) who love MARVEL, especially The Avengers 😉 I love watching corny romcoms and basically every movie with mysteries (plus points for those with plot twists‼️) and reading some good angst-fluff fics from all the amazing writers here on Tumblr!

Since Christmas is coming up, I thought I needed to share the spirit of giving, sharing and gratitude to as many of you guys as possible. So to celebrate, I decided to share several of these admirable, tremendous, terrific, fantastic and super duper awesome fics I’ve read and compiled since a few years back, taking this chance to appreciate all the amazing writers who spent hours and even days working on their flawless fics! I hope my ‘Masterlist of Fic Recs’ could be a great Christmas gift for y’all! 🎄🎅🏻

Shoutout to these amazing writers who have written a lot of great fics which I REALLY REALLY LOVE! ♥️

@writing-for-marvel @worksby-d @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @kiwisomething @dabblinginmarvel @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @waiting4inspiration @holylulusworld @language-rxgers @lilbabycee @marvelous-imagining @rogersthat-cap @chrisevans-imagines @ozarkthedog @angelkurenai @itsallyscorner @volklana @rendevousz @mellowavengersstuff

and many more! I’m really really sorry for other amazing writers I forgot to mention, I’ll make sure to mention each and every one of you on my fic recs! 😊

👇🏻 Masterlist of Fic Recs 👇🏻

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P.S. I’m unable to finish everything at once because it’s A LOT. I hope I could finish most of them by the end of the year ;) Since I’m still quite new on this whole posting thaang, please let me know if I need to revise or add anything. I hope we could be internet best friends! 🥰

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magicalmarauder · 3 years

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Misc. Marvel Faves

TONY STARK

Alibi by hunters-from-stark-tower

The Set-Up Plan by lazydoodlesandfanfic

Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word by kittenwritesstuff

Let’s Talk About Sex by volklana

He’s Younger by lazydoodlesandfanfic

By Your Side by imthewintersoldieress

Rockin Around The Christmas Tree by captainpunk

How Whiskey Feels by travelwithwords

Jealousy by hunters-from-stark-tower

Short People Problems by steves-on-a-plane

Holiday Challenge by kaunis-sielu

Holiday Argument by imaginemarveluniverse

Feel Better? by iwillbeinmynest

Dad Tony HC by buckysglow

Mess Is Mine by avengerofyourheart

Put A Ring On It by leylanesobsessions

Friday, I’m In Love by avengerofyourheart

you’re a terrible father by ellana-ravenwood

Work by ballisticbarnes

LOKI

A Night In Asgard by I can-do-this-all-day

Thor’s A Flirt by thelokiimaginecollection

red plaid shirt by iamnotoriginalp

sunglasses by iamnotorginalphil

page 42 by iamnotoriginalphil

kick the chair by iamnotoriginalphil

mischief on new years eve by wokeupinawalnut

always you by thepokyone

good can grow in the darkest places by the-shield-of-infinity-writing

it always happens in the garden by loveisfriendship

honesty hour by babylevines (tom hiddleston)

RANDOM

Green Juice by hulksmashin-bannerpackin (Bruce Banner)

that was close by imagine-assembling-the-avengers (sam wilson)

Territory by samingtonwilson (Sam Wilson)

Girls Night In by avengerofyourheart (scott lang)

that was close by imagine-assembling-the-avengers (sam wilson)

The Hunger Games by captainpunk (Avengers cast)

Secret Relationship by hedakylo (Avengers Pref)

Waking Up by avengersfics (Avengers Pref)

Sleeping Beauty by capsicletho-archive (avengers cast)

#myfavorites #tony stark x reader #loki x reader #marvel imagine #magicalmarauder #avengers imagine

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emptytypewriter · 5 years

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A Hallmark Celebration | Writing Challenge

This is a thank you to everyone who has followed, supported or even just liked something on my blog. I wouldn’t be celebrating 400 followers today if it wasn’t for all of you. 400 isn’t a lot to other people but it means so much to me. When I set up this blog I wasn’t even 100% sure that people would even like my writing or if my writing was up to par with some of the other writing that I had witnessed here.

Now about 2 years later, 400 of you are being incredible and supporting me consistently even though I’ve been away recovering and going through the process of getting a book published. Which wouldn’t have been possible were it not for the people who encouraged me about my writing since the beginning. All of you have been my rock and my support as a writer and I can’t thank you enough for that but I can give you a writing challenge.

When I started writing here it was other people sharing my work, giving me feedback and loving on it that got me to where I am. So I want to give back to everyone, whether you’re a new writer here or you’ve been writing longer than I have, I hope you have fun and challenge yourself to write something fun.

RULES AND INFORMATION

Give the list a scan and send me an ask with the following: your prompt, your pairing (______ x reader/character), and if you know what the genre ( fluff, angst, etc) is going to be, let me know as well.

You don’t have to be following me to participate, it’d be highly appreciated if you wanted to! It would also mean the world if you could reblog this even if you decide to not participate, just to signal boost it!

This challenge isn’t only limited to one fandom rather five because I, as a writing blog, am multifandom. You can write for Marvel (All Marver whether it’s Netflix, Fox, Sony, the MCU or even the comics, go wild!), Sherlock, Merlin (because I recently rewatched it.) and Supernatural, DC (All DC applies here too!). If you’re not sure if you can write for a certain character, hit me up and ask. Or if you want to write for someone not in these fandoms let me know also and it might just be okay.

Keep whatever you write legal, don’t write smut if you’re underage, and no incest! Include the right warnings. I can’t stress this enough. Make sure your warnings are very clearly stated at the start of your fic and that you’re using correct tags! Please be considerate of the dash and the tag that you’re posting in.

If your fic is long (I’d consider long upwards of 500 words) put it under a ‘read more’.

This challenge will be running from today (June 24), until October 2nd 11:59 pm GMT. I know summer is the peak of all these challenges so I thought I’d give people plenty of time to have a chance to join in with all the other challenges happening. You can join in at any time so long as you post by October 2nd.

I will be compiling all fics that have been submitted with a link to them. If you do a series, please make a masterlist for just that series so I can link the masterlist.

Once you have posted, please make sure to tag me in it. I want to be able to track down every fic submitted to share them. Tumblr has been fickle lately with tags so you can also use the tag: #ahallmarkcelebrationchallenge that way I can track the tag and everything that appears in it. If all else fails, your fic doesn’t appear in the tags and Tumblr won’t allow you to tag me. Please send me a message with a link to your fic if I haven’t reblogged/liked your fic within the first two days.

If you have any other questions at all don’t be shy and have the most fun writing!!

PROMPTS

“I don’t know that you need a matchmaker as much as you need an introduction.”

“Deceptively simple, yet brilliant.”

“I believe _____ could use all the help he/she can get.”

“I’m not interested in promises, only results.”

“If my instinct is right, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Food always helps men think.”

“No Tiara?” “No, they wouldn’t let me take it through customs.”

“Keeping people at arms length is an occupational hazard.”

“You should put a window in that wall you’ve put up.” ( Matt Murdock/Bucky Barnes x Reader @littledarlinwrites angst)

“Just the man I was looking.”

“There’s a fine line between being helpful and being deceitful.”

“Oh, thank goodness…I accept your apology.” “That wasn’t an apology.”

“Try walking a mile in my shoes.” “I would but the limo’s so close.”

“Duty calls, a ribbon that needs to be cut apparently.”

“Look at you! You’re a nice guy after all.”

“He/She deserves someone who loves him/her.” “Like you do?”

“From baby steps to giant leaps.”

“How come you’re still in bed?” “I love _____”

“Love has a way of doing that. At times it makes fools of us all but the real fool is the one who fails to heed its calling.”

“Let me guess your prince awaits?” “Yes and impatiently.”

“Leave the big picture stuff to me.”

“I’ve known you since seventh grade. I know you better than you know you.”

“_____ has no integrity.”

“I can’t work for _____ if this is how I’m going to be treated.”

“It’s like I’m unstoppable!”

“My ‘baby blue eyes’?” “Uh, I don’t know, they’re more aquamarine to me.”

“I guess when you’re a kazillionaire you figure you can treat people any way you want.”

“Huh…surprise?”

“Did you go all the way to the North Pole for that Cocoa?”

“I was a girl scout for seven consecutive years and knots were my favourite.”

“When I chose what I wanted, my wishes, from _____’s perspective the magic died.”

“You are so refreshingly honest.”

“I beg your pardon.” “Pardon denied.”

“I can’t go back to the person I was. I won’t.”

“He’s just a client, he doesn’t have to be your friend.”

“What if I told you I wanted you to stay?” ( Mycroft x Cop!Reader @livy1391 angst )

“Are you ready for the best day of your life?”

“If I had a boyfriend this is exactly the wedding I’d want.” ( Wanda x Reader @19mrs-rogers18 fluff )

How can I like someone so much personally, but dislike them so much professionally.”

“I’m on the hook for everything.”

PLOT/AU PROMPTS

**Take these as an initial premise, workshop them as much as makes you comfortable**

A commitment-phobe takes the job as a busy single parent’s nanny. ( Bucky Barnes x Reader @itsjamesstan angsty fluff )

A delve into family history leads an up and coming journalist to an unexpected helper.

Always helping those around in getting their happily ever after, a couple doesn’t realise their own relationship slipping away.

An unsuspecting baker’s mother orchestrates their meet-cute with a doctor after failed attempts of trying to set them up on blind dates.

A wedding planner is set to plan their cousin/close friend’s wedding when their cousin/close friend’s PI ex comes back in their lives to check whether or not the groom is cheating.

I decided to trial the plot/au prompts with a few. If demand is there I’ll as more as for now I hope you have fun and thank you once again for all the support and follows!!

all the love, mk x

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hellomissmabel · 7 years

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Nostalgic in New York part 1

MASTERLIST

AO3 account

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: Mentions of cancer, dementia and death.

Word count: 1.341

Summary: On Christmas Eve Steve’s son Joey convinces him to share his story on a radio show. While driving to Bucky’s home, Y/N listens to Steve’s story and it awakens something inside of her. Is she sure about her relationship with Bucky? Or is there something missing?

A/N: Inspired by “Sleepless in Seattle” and written for @sgtbxckybxrnes

Series masterlist can be found here

It’s a long, long drive from your parents’ house to Bucky’s, the highway almost deserted except for some stray cars taking a different exit, probably also on their way to their own Christmas party. You keep your eyes on the road as your lips sing one Christmas carol after the other, until your favourite radio programme is interrupt by static and now you’re forced to switch stations. After going back and forth between either a documentary on Santa Claus or a radio show hosted by some well-known psychologist, you eventually opt for the latter.

The point of her show is the following, she invites people to call her and tell them what troubles them. This can be anything, from a cold turkey to complaining in-laws. The first caller is a young woman from Maine dating a married man who asks the psychologist for love advice. She dubs her the Mistress in Maine. The second caller is a man from Denver who just got kicked out by his girlfriend on Christmas Eve. The psychologist names him the Dumped in Denver.

However, it’s the third caller that really captures your attention. It’s a little boy named Joey from New York. The woman asks him why he called her programme, to which he replies he’s calling regarding his Christmas wish. He wants his father to find love again, he wishes a wife for his father and a mother for himself. Joey hopes that his father will smile again and she asks him if he can put his father on the phone and the boy immediately chimes yes.

“Dad!,” Joey scream from the other end of the living room, holding his father’s cell phone to his ear. “Someone’s asking for you!”

“Alright, buddy,” the blond chuckles as he waves his son over, Joey nestling himself on the couch next to his father, giving the phone to his father. “Hello, this is Steve Rogers speaking.”

The lady then proceeds to inform Steve about his son’s Christmas wish, and Steve sighs heavily as he looks down at his son with a stern gaze. “He’s told you all that, hm?,” Steve replies dryly, Joey looking up at him with red cheeks and a little grin.

“Do you mind sharing with us your story, Steve?”

The blond ruffles through his son’s dark brown hair. “Well, it seems Joey’s already told you most of it…” Hugging his son closer so he can’t wiggle away, Steve continues to tell the psychologist whatever he feels comfortable sharing.

“So my wife died a little over a year and a half ago. Her name was Peggy. She, euhm…,” Steve swallows the lump in his throat. “I’m an architect and she was one of my clients. That’s why I wasn’t really eager to ask her out. But boy, am I glad I did because as soon as I saw her in that red dress…” Steve whistles and it makes both himself, Joey and the woman on the other end of the line laugh.

By now, the entire country has fallen in love with Steve Rogers and you find yourself swooning softly to the kind timbre in his voice. The way he speaks, so full of love, about his late wife. It all makes your heart beat so much faster until it makes you feel so guilty once Bucky crosses your mind again. Sweet, sweet Bucky. What’s happening to you?

But the mood soon changes as Steve reminiscence further, nostalgia seeping through his bones. “Joey, Peggy and I had a good life back in Seattle. She had brain cancer which caused early dementia. In less than six months she deteriorated badly and eventually died. I got a job offer in New York two months after I buried her and I thought that a new environment would do us some good, so I accepted. The job’s almost over and we’ll be flying back to Seattle the day after Valentine’s day.”

“What’s this?,” your best friend Wanda queries as she holds up the crumpled piece of paper you threw away in the trash about an hour before she got here.

You shrug half-heartedly, trying to pry the letter away from her curious fingers. “Nothing. Just a letter that got delivered earlier.”

“Oh really?,” Wanda sees straight through your lies, folding open the letter again and reading the first words out loud.

“Dear mister Rogers…” She kinks a suspicious eyebrow at you. “I’m writing you this letter regarding your radio interview on Christmas Eve.”

Fighting to get the piece of paper away from Wanda and back into the safety of the deepest, darkest chambers of your mind and soul, you run after her as she parades around the house, reading still and much to your embarrassment.

“So you do listen to those stupid radio programmes? What’s this one’s nickname, hm?”

“Nostalgic in New York,” is your quick reply. “Come on, Wanda, don’t…,” you whine in response, halting your chase and leaning against the couch, head hung low. “It’s just a stupid letter. I wasn’t going to post it anyway.”

“Y/N…,” Wanda sighs softly as she joins your side, pocketing the letter and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “It’s such a beautiful letter, why not send it?”

Your lack of reply rings an alarm in Wanda’s head. “Oh sweetie… Is this about Bucky?”

“He.. euhm…” With your pause hanging heavily in the air, you fidget with your fingers. “He proposed.”

“What?,” she squeaks out, looking at you with ardent eyes, burning questions on the tip of her tongue. “I thought you weren’t that serious?”

“Bucky and I have known each other for 9 years!,” you defend yourself, wild eyes filled with doubt as your mind mulls over Wanda’s words.

“Yeah, but you’re forgetting there’s a 4 year gap in the middle from when you moved to Chicago!,” Wanda utters faster than you can think of a good comeback. “You dated for 5 years and then you broke up because you wanted different things in life. You took that job in Chicago so you didn’t have to deal with Bucky anymore.”

You chuckle sourly, no soul left in your voice. “When we first met, we told everybody we met through Tinder while we really met through friends. Bucky is funny and spontaneous and so sweet.”

The memory stings like a thorn, especially since you’ve tried to make it work again so hard, poured your heart and soul into a second chance for your relationship… You just don’t want that all to go to waste.

“Bucky and I first saw each other again at that coffee place I took you last week. It had only just opened and the barista messed up our orders. I asked for a white mocha latte with extra whip cream and caramel on top. Bucky asked for a white mocha latte with extra whip cream and chocolate on top. Like, it’s such a coincidence that somebody has the same order as me because it’s so specific! And for that person to be Bucky… Even after 4 years… It just felt like destiny.”

“Y/N, sweetheart,…” Wanda sighs softly as she notices tears are welling up in your eyes.

“I fall in love with a voice over the radio, a guy I’ve never met. But I can’t say ‘I love you’ to my fiancé without having to think it over. I’m a horrible person…”

Wanda squeezes your shoulder, embracing you in a warm hug. “Talk to Bucky, Y/N, I’m sure he’ll understand. After all, you broke up because you wanted different things in life… You wanted to wait with kids and focus on your career as a columnist while Bucky wanted a family as soon as possible…”

“Okay,” you nod with a feebly voice, “I’ll talk to him.”

“Your letter,” Wanda continues softly, “You still wanna meet this guy, don’t you? So how about I post it for you?”

“Thanks, Wanda,” you smile gratefully, wiping away the silent tears with your sleeve. Her kind eyes are too good for this world. “I just hope he writes back…”

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Strikethrough means Tumblr wouldn’t let me tag you!

#taysmovieau #nostalgic in new york #steve x reader #movie au #steve rogers #marvel #sleepless in seattle!au #chris evans

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volklana · 15 days

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I Could Drown Myself In Someone Like You

Part One

Title Comes From This Song:

You can find my other Biker!Bucky fic here:

Request: Hey girl I literally just found your blog and when I tell you I BINGED your Ride series. Please I beg could we have some more Biker Bucky? Maybe barmaid reader? I really don't mind as long as we get some BikerBuck!

Warnings: Mentions of unwanted physical attention. Future chapters will allude to past domestic abuse. If that isn't for you, please don't read, protect your peace and you can catch me next time xx

Bucky pulled his bike into the parking lot of his bar and grill.

A customer stepped outside to light a cigarette and the light from inside spilled out into the dark, along with the music playing inside.

Bucky was nothing if not a creature of habit, every night he would ride his bike through winding forest roads, down to the creek, and sometimes he would lay on the riverbank smoking cigarettes like he and Steve used to do when they were teenagers, before they’d gone to war, before he’d been fucked up. Before he became whatever this version of himself was.

And then in the evenings he’d pull up here to his bar and drink nearly not enough whisky to drown out the nightmares in his cabin behind the bar.

Sighing, he let himself into the bar. Steve as always was pouring drinks and chatting easily in that light hearted way he had, Bucky would have been envious if he hadn’t loved him so much. Steve had managed to hold on to all the best parts of himself, but Bucky’s were buried somewhere in a bunker in the Middle East, and even if he wanted to, he could never get them back.

Sam was busy flipping steaks at the grill and gave Bucky a wide eyed grin as Bucky passed him by and pushed the swing door into the back office.

He stilled all action at the sight of a girl in his office on top of his chair, on her tiptoes still unable to reach the top shelf as she fumbled to reach something.

“Can I help you?” he said gruffly and god damn if he didn’t startle you half to death and nearly cause you to fall off the chair.

“I’m looking for the grenadine syrup, Steve said I would find it up here.”

“Oh he did, did he?” Bucky laughed “And did he also tell you it was fine to climb all over my shit in the process?”

“No, Sir,” you offered meekly, stepping gently down off his chair “I’m sorry,” but you couldn’t fight the smile that was threatening to spread across your face.

Bucky huffed and reached over your head with ease, pressing the bottle of grenadine into your hand.

“Next time Steve sends you on a mission like that, tell him to pull his lazy, tall ass in here and reach the damn top shelf himself,”

You smiled up at him, and he felt the ghost of a butterfly in his stomach.

“I’m y/n,” you offered with a smile and he couldn’t help but return a lopsided one himself.

“Bucky,” he returned.

Bucky made your mouth water, his tight black jeans were ripped at the knees, and he wore a well worn leather jacket but it did absolutely nothing to hide his muscular frame, his hair was long and messy and was just begging for you to run your hands through it. You had to shake all thoughts of him from your head as you returned to your shift.

“What’s her story?” Bucky asked Steve, eyeing you as you made your rounds and he sipped on his whisky.

“Why do you assume she has a story?” Steve cocked his head now following you in his line of sight too.

“C’mon Steve, no one ends up here unless they have a story. They’re either running away from something, or someone. Or they’re on their way to somewhere else, and they’re simply stopping off here.”

“Bucky,” Steve sighed, clapping him on the back “You always assume the worst in people.”

“And they always prove me right,” Bucky countered while taking another sip.

As you finished mopping the floor, you made your way into the back office, looking shy, wringing your hands, nervously.

“What is it?” Bucky asked.

“Sam said to talk to you about if it would be okay to get this week’s wages upright,” Bucky could see straight away how embarrassed you were “Bucky I wouldn’t ask, but the bnb are asking for payment upright and I’m just 40 bucks short.”

Bucky was reaching into his wallet straight away and you tried to put out a hand to stop him.

“Please..Please,” Bucky shook his hand and handed you some notes, you scrunched your eyebrow at his kindness.

“Take this for tonight and I’ll get you your full wages for your shift tomorrow.”

“I’ll pay you back Sir,” you said, voice so low it was almost a whisper and he shook his head softly.

“Let me give you a ride back,” he offered and you shook your head profusely.

“You’ve done enough for me tonight,” you reminded him, notes in your hand, “I’ll see you tomorrow for my shift.”

Bucky watched you go, and again that ghost of a butterfly fluttered in his stomach and he grimaced uncomfortably.

Bucky watched you over the next few nights, always the first to your shift and always the last to leave.

And every night you refused any offer to drive you home from him, Sam or Steve.

He was filling out papers in his office when he heard a gentle knock and you were before him.

“I wanted to give you this,” you said meekly with some notes in your hand , “I can’t thank you enough Bucky.”

“Doll,” he sighed, surprising even himself with the nickname “Please keep it, consider it a welcome gift.”

“If it’s all the same I would like to give it back to you,” you smiled, placing it on his desk “It was awful kind of you and I’ll never forget it.”

Before he could even respond you had dipped out of his office and began your shift.

The bar went quiet when a particularly menacing looking gang wandered into the bar, and immediately Steve and Sam stood to attention, you were in the back fetching more pitchers.

They seemed to be scouting the area out before choosing a table at the opposite end of the bar to settle at.

Steve caught your arm as you went to take their orders “Be careful,” he nodded towards them and you went to take their orders gingerly.

Amid the wolf whistles and cat-calls you finally managed to take their orders, which you promptly relayed to Sam and Steve.

After you had successfully served their food and first round of drinks, you retreated to behind the bar before they summoned you back again.

“C’mere baby,” one of them slurred pulling you onto his lap.

You initially tried to laugh off how uncomfortable you were, but when he wouldn’t let you wrangle free, you felt trapped and felt your panic begin to rise.

“Let me go,” you tried weakly when he began to try kissing your face, trapping your hands in his much stronger ones, you tried to make pleading eye contact with Steve but he was nowhere to be seen.

As he let go of your hands to toy with the waistband of your denim jeans you finally managed to bolt free, but when he grabbed your arm and spun you around you reacted with a swift slap to his face, shocking even yourself, but you were in no way expecting the sharp sting of a returning slap, tears welling in your eyes and hand flying up instinctively to your burning skin.

Everything else passed by in a blur as you recognised Steve and Bucky kicking into action, you just about managed to get your feet to move before you were collapsing down behind the bar, feeling the all too familiar feeling of a panic attack ripping through your body and the awful sensation of not being able to breath.

It seemed like hours before Bucky was before you where you sat, rocking back and forward, hands covering your ears.

“Doll,” he tried and you cowered away from him, he got down on his hunkers and gingerly reached for you, “it’s me doll, it’s Bucky. Breathe for me. Breathe for me.”

When you finally felt like you could breathe again Bucky went to fetch a glass of water and leaned up against the counter, arms folded, he examined you over, eyes honing in on the red, swollen skin of your cheek.

“I’m so sorry Bucky,” you finally broke the silence, refusing to meet his eye.

“Hey,” he shushed, dropping down to his hunkers in front of you again “You have nothing to apologise for!”

You couldn’t help the tears that sprung to your eyes with shame and you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

You rolled your eyes and sniffed, “This was meant to be a fresh start, and it seems like trouble just follows me wherever I go.”

“What can I do doll?” Bucky said softly reaching out to put a reassuring hand on your knee, it was only then you realised his knuckles were bloody.

You realised with a startle that he had got his knuckles bloody for you.

“Can you take me home Buck,” you asked swiping your thumb over his knuckles, your silent thank you for the trouble they had gone to on your behalf.

Bucky pulled into the parking space of the bnb, and helped you take your motorcycle helmet off.

It had been weeks since you first reached town and Bucky was curious.

“What are you still doing here? You don’t want to find somewhere proper?”

“Nobody will rent to me,” you said sadly “I’ve tried everywhere. Even that shack out by the creek that’s been abandoned since before we were born. Nobody wants to rent to me because I’m an outsider.”

Bucky was suddenly angry at how the town had been treating you.

“Thank you for taking me home and I’m so sorry about tonight,” you said softly and Bucky turned to examine your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, your eyes fluttered closed at the touch and something jolted inside Bucky.

“You sure you’re okay?” he whispered and you nodded softly.

You stood gently on your tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow Buck.”

Bucky tossed and turned all night. He had briefly fallen asleep only to once again be woken by a nightmare. The same one. That same bunker. That same chair. But then something unexpected, when he tried to close his eyes again, your eyes were staring back at him, and if he was honest that was what was keeping him awake. He knew he was in trouble….

“Keep your coat on y/n,” Bucky ordered as you arrived for your shift.

“What? Why?” you cried, fearing you were being let go, Bucky huffed a laugh at your horrified expression, “Doll, you’re not fired. We’re taking a little road trip.”

You climbed onto his bike and held on tight to his torso, winding through Californian redwoods, the mountain air all around you.

Bucky finally pulled onto a little dirt track that led up to an opening in the trees and a singular cabin stood against the backdrop of a small lake.

“Come on,” he motioned, removing your helmet, and leading you inside.

It was cosy, the living room and kitchen were open plan and there was an old cast iron log burner in the middle of the room with logs stacked either side of it.

There was one room off the side which you assumed was the bedroom.

“Well, what do you think?” Bucky asked motioning around.

“It’s beautiful Buck,” you said, still unsure why he had brought you here “It’s a beautiful home.”

“It’s yours,” Bucky stated simply, back turned to you and hands on his hips.

“What?” you almost shrieked and he replied in the same nonchalant tone “It’s yours!”

“Bucky, wait!” you deadpanned, catching his shoulder and forcing him to turn around to look at you, eyes scanning his face until he conceded.

“It was my Mom’s cottage, and seeing as she’s not here anymore and I’ve got my place at the bar, I think you should have it, you can’t stay at that bnb forever. You need a place of your own.Plus it’s about time some life was breathed back into this place ”

“Buck,” you cried, eyes watering, not letting go of your hold on him “Are you sure?”

“It’s yours doll,” he whispered, eyes flicking briefly down to your lips, “For as long as you choose to stay, and I hope you do stay, it’s yours,”

You extended your hand out to him “You take the rent out of my wages,” you ordered, waiting for him to shake on your deal.

“Doll,” he sighed “The place was lying empty, I'm not going to charge you rent,” you looked like you were about to argue when he stuck his hand out too, “Counter offer, if you do this place up. Make it somewhere lived in and beautiful. Somewhere my Ma would be proud to look down on, then we’re quits.”

You nodded and shook his hand ferociously, tears threatening to spill.

“Thank you Bucky,” you whispered, pulling him into a hug and relishing in the feel of his strong arms around you, and your heart hammered in your chest when he placed a gentle kiss on your head.

After a month or two of working at the bar you had saved enough to buy a second hand, beaten up old pickup truck, and Sam brought you out to pick it up.

“Are you sure you want this hunk of junk y/n?” he argued but you were enamored and being able to drive it home to your cabin filled you with an enormous amount of peace.

You had been growing closer and closer with Bucky, sometimes he would stop by on your days off to do some of the diy you pestered him about on your shifts and if you were honest you really enjoyed the company.

The first few nights on your own in the cabin had been nothing short of terrifying. You weren’t used to being alone and on the second night a huge storm knocked all your power out and you shivered in bed all night terrified of the darkness.

Bucky came around the next morning and fixed your generator so that would never happen again.

“There,” Bucky sighed “All done!”

You came to join him on the porch and passed him a bottle of beer and he flicked a switch and the fairy lights he had hung all around the cottage flickered to light.

“They’re beautiful Buck,” you smiled, hugging him tightly, eyes lighting up like a child as you looked up at them.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he said softly, hands coming to rest on your waist, and his breath on your neck made you shiver.

“Bucky,” you tried softly but he cut you off with a kiss. You melted into his touch completely and he gently became more ferocious in the way he clasped your body and kissed your lips.

He backed you through the open door of the cottage until you collapsed down on the sofa and he climbed on top of you, he was making quick work of your shirt when you finally came to your senses.

“Wait, Wait,” you panted, hands planting on his chest “Maybe we should slow down for a moment.”

“You want me to slow it down baby doll?” he panted and you nodded gently.

“I’m not ready Buck,” you cried and Bucky suddenly noticed how terrified you looked, feeling guilty that he had pushed you to a place you weren’t ready for yet.

“I can wait babygirl,” he promised, cupping your face in both of his hands “I can wait.”

“Bucky, no. No.” you cried, pushing him away with your leg and running your hands through your hair, “I can’t do this,” you cried.

Bucky sat still on your sofa not quite sure what to do for a moment “You don’t want this?”

You shook your head, tears springing to your eyes “It’s not that Buck, it's just I can’t be what you need right now. I can’t be with you like this.”

“What do you think I need?” he rose gently “All I need is you,” he countered

“Hey, hey, why are you crying?” he shushed brushing your hair behind your ears “Don’t cry.”

“Please Buck,” you were pleading, “Please can you just leave, I can't do this. It’s too much for me.”

Bucky was torn between wanting to assure you some more and respecting your request for him to leave. He hesitated just a moment too long for you to take it the wrong way completely, your eyes were wide and ferocious like an animal that had been cornered.

He scratched the back of his neck before he could find his voice “Doll, if I’ve read this wrong-”

“-You have,” you snapped “You’ve read this wrong and I need you to leave now, please,” you paced until you found his leather jacket hanging across the back of a chair and tossed it to him.

He couldn’t help the anger of rejection that rose up in his chest, and the shame for having read the situation so wrong.

“Fine. Fine. I’m going,” he sighed, pulling his jacket on and stomping towards the door.

“You know what..” he started one hand on the handle, but stopping to face you “Forget it,” he deadpanned, pulling the door open and slamming it behind him.

Work the next few days were less awkward than expected, Bucky and his bike were nowhere to be seen. You’d heard Steve mention to Sam that he was worried that Bucky was gone on another whisky fuelled bender and you couldn’t help the pang of guilt that gnawed away at your stomach.

Days turned into a week with no contact from Bucky and the guilt was eating you alive. You had texted him days ago to apologise, and asking if you could talk it out and explain, but he never replied. Not only were you angry with yourself for fucking everything up but now you were really beginning to worry.

You were closing the bar by yourself tonight, it was a quiet Tuesday night and business was slow. You knew Steve had a date after work so you dismissed him early so he could go buy her some flowers he’d kissed you on the cheek and almost skipped out of the bar.

It gave you the opportunity to pop your headphones in and listen to your music as you mopped and cleaned.

It was nice to do a deep a clean without Steve or Sam trying to hurry you out.

And as you made your way into the back office to put away the takings into the safe your heart almost fell out of your chest.

Bucky was laying back in his office chair, eyes squeezed shut while some girl with her skirt hitched up at the sides was grinding her hips on him, her own head thrown back in ecstasy as she rode him.

You froze on the spot, you couldn't help the way your stomach sank to your toes in a feeling of betrayal, or the way your eyes stung with tears.

Bucky wasn’t yours, you had seen to that with your stupidity the other night so you had no right to feel the way you were right now and when his electric eyes suddenly bore into yours with an expression you honestly couldn’t read you were backing out of his office quicker than lightning.

He followed you out into the carpark catching you just as you were about to climb into your truck.

“Doll,” he reached for you exasperated, “Doll wait, please.”

You turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks, and he reached for you gently, relieved when you didn’t bat him away as he cupped your face.

“I have no right to be crying,” you sighed.

“I don’t understand,” He stuttered, somewhere between annoyed and confused,” I thought you didn’t want me?”

“Bucky, of course I-” You were about to answer when Bucky’s name being yelled across the lot caught both of your attention.

“What the fuck is this?” The girl who had been with Bucky only moments before came storming over and smacked him straight across the face as hard as she could.

“You always fucking do this shit James,” she cried “This is the last fucking time.”

She looked at you genuinely hurt and for a moment you wanted to apologise, until her expression turned to contempt.

“Seriously, this is who you keep blowing me off for?” she huffed out a laugh, “Good luck with that, you’ll be crawling back to me in no time.” You felt yourself shrink down to half your size under her words.

She took one last seething glare at Bucky before smacking him again and he made no move to stop her, watching guiltily as she stormed away.

“I deserved that,” he said glumly, you made a face to argue when he cut you off, “No doll, I truly deserve it. Hell if you wanted to have a pop too I would understand.”

“Buck,I don’t want to slap you” you sighed and he ran a hand through his hair before kicking at the dirt.

“Then what the hell do you want y/n? Goddamn it.”

You were floundering like a fish out of water, trying to grasp at words and coming up short.

“You wouldn’t understand,” you tried and he cut you off with a pointed finger.

“Don’t give me that shit,” he warned “You literally could not throw me out faster the other day and then you turn up crying when I’m clearly fucking trying to get over you so what is it? You don’t want me but you don’t want anyone else to have me?”

“No,” you scoffed, your own anger rising now too.

“No” he repeated exasperatedly, “So what do you want?”

“I- I don’t know,” you mumbled.

“You don’t know?” he goaded and goddamn was he intimidating, looking at you like a predator stalks his prey, waiting for an answer to pounce “Well, I sure as shit can’t figure that out for you sweetheart,” he sighed, running the back of his hand across his lips, before spitting on the ground.

You were not used to this Bucky, this agitated, whiskey drunk version of him. The one most people were used to. But not you.

“Look, just go,” he sighed eventually, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

“I don’t know what you want, but it sure as shit ain’t me. And I'm done with whatever the fuck this is.”

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, tears welling in your eyes as you reached for the handle of your truck door and pulled it open, gasping back in fright when Bucky slammed it closed suddenly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked like he was going to yell at you but nothing could have prepared you for what came next.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded. “Please don’t go,”

Trapped between his body and the door of your truck you melted into his touch, whimpering as he leaned forward to capture your lips with his own demanding ones.

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today is my 1st tumblr anniversary!

I was going through a few of my old posts and I thought I remembered starting my blog in October, and when I looked at the actual date of my first post on here, it was October 29, 2016!! I can’t believe it’s already been one year since I gathered the guts & started this blog & started to post my writing (the very first was my Park Place series)!

in only a year, I’ve (somehow) gained 3700 followers, strengthened my love for both writing and reading fanfiction, fallen deeper in love with my favorite characters, and most importantly, formed so many friendships I wouldn’t otherwise have had I not started this blog.

so, I want to say thank you to everyone. to all of my followers and friends, who have been here all this time supporting me and encouraging me to write and broaden my creative horizons. some of you have been here from the very beginning, and to me it’s crazy that some of you have stuck around my weird self for so long, and have continued reading my work all this time. I’m insanely grateful and shocked that I get as much support as I do, but I’m no less grateful for each and every one of you. if you’re not mentioned here, know that I love you & appreciate you just as much - I wish I COULD tag each and every one of you (3703, to be exact), but that be a bit hard. also, I’m still a bit foggy from pain, but I want to write this all anyway, so just let me know if I missed anyone!

to my silly, loving, & inspiring friends:

@hymnofthevalkyrie Megan, none of this would have happened without you. you were the very first person I ever talked to about starting this blog, and you were so nice as to help out a budding fanfic writer (& someone who was inspired by you no less, but you already knew that) and made me feel welcome in a community I had previously thought I wouldn’t really fit into. but you’ve been helping me out since the very beginning, and gave me the incentive to just go ahead and start a fanfic blog even though I was scared. I love you so much, and you’re such an incredible friend to me. never doubt how thankful I am for you, and how much I love you.

@xenaathena my dear, you’ve also been someone who’s been there from me since the beginning. you’ve been nothing but sweet to me and you’re one of my most valued friends. from talking about cute guys (and how pretty their eyes are), to helping each other out with fics, to talking about shared life experiences, to sharing very bad jokes, we’ve done a lot in just one year. I love you.

@tol-sam Star, my love, from our goofy Skype calls eating ramen together to tossing fic ideas and headcanons back and forth, you became one of my closest friends so quickly. you’ve been there for me through a lot and you’ll forever be my Star, my amazing friend. I love you <3

@caplansteverogers Jess, my sweetheart, my angst queen, what would I do without you? you’re essentially the angst to my fluff - we balance each other out, haha. you basically made me like angst, so you should be proud of yourself. from your constant affirmations of love to you checking up on me, I never doubt your love for me - and I hope you never doubt mine.

@buckys-fossil Sam, I love you so much. to us tossing ideas back and forth and giggling about headcanons and at whatever life throws either of our ways, you make it a point to always make me laugh and feel loved, and that’s just one of the many reasons why you’re so amazing.

@thejamesoldier Nikki, my Power Mutual™, where would I be without you? I will forever tell you how you are basically one of my favorite writers EVER and how you are one of the writers I was inspired by to even start trying to write stuff of my own. you know how much I love you and admire you, and you liking the same hot Marvel guys that I do is just one of the added bonuses. I love you so much.

@oneshot-shit Kinza, from silly conversations and games of CaH, I’m glad we started talking. besides, you’ve somehow stuck with my weird southern-US living self and you’ve always been there for me and you’re incredibly sweet. why would I not love you?

@bucky-plums-barnes Gen, my gorgeous babe, I love you so much. I’ve always admired you and thought you were just the sweetest (and both of those feelings have just gotten stronger since knowing you), because you really are one of the kindest people I know.

@andhiseyesweregreen Stephanie, you’ve been there since basically day one. I remember you were the one of the first people to ask to be on my tag list, and you’ve stayed with me all this time. you’re such a sweet and loving person, and you always make me feel good about my writing even on my bad days. I love you.

@poealsobucky Michelle, you’ve always been so loving and sweet toward me, and always want to make sure that I’m doing okay. even when we don’t interact (which we should do more of), I still feel like you’re helping me think more positively with just who you are. you’re such a sweetheart, and I love you.

@imhereforbvcky ‘Mee, you’re honestly so kind and supportive and I don’t know how you are basically 100% nice (unless when the emotions in your fics hurt me, that is :P). I still remember freaking out when you read through one of my series, and honestly, I’m so glad you consider me a friend. you’re the best, and I love you.

to @rotisserierogers @sad-af1121, @teamspider-man & @theassetseyeliner - Kumi, Sadaf, Nessa, & Erin, we may have only recently started talking (or, recently started talking again), but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you already (because even if I wasn’t talking to you, it’s certain I wanted to). just as much as the rest of the people on this list, never doubt that I admire you all and love you no matter how much or little we may talk.

to the people who helped inspire me:

to @fvckingavengers @angryschnauzer @callingmrsbarnes @totheendofthelinepal @buckyywiththegoodhair @pleasecallmecaptain @thatawkwardtinyperson @whotheeffisbucky @sebseyesandbuckysthighs @after-avenging-hours @sanjariti @whothehellisbella @asirenscalling @volklana @callamint @hellomissmabel @wakandasoldier @iwillbeinmynest @plumfondler @lenavonschweetz whether you know I exist or not, or whether I followed you at the beginning or later down the road, you all inspired me and continue to do so today. it was reading your fics and enjoying them so much that inspired me to make a blog of my own, or to continue writing. even if we don’t speak, or even if we do, know that I admire each and every one of you, and that you are all extremely talented and important. so thank you a million times over.

to my followers:

whether you’ve been with me since the very beginning (and I do know who has been, since I like to keep track as much as I can with the people who have stuck around this long), or whether you just followed me recently, I couldn’t do this without you. writing is difficult, and writing fanfic is maybe even more so. but knowing that when I do post something it will be read and enjoyed by people just like me, just like I did before I started this blog, just makes it that much sweeter.

I couldn’t do this without you guys. and know that I’m incredibly thankful for each and every one of you - I wouldn’t be here without you, and I’m so happy I have you guys with me on this crazy journey. I love you all.

thank you, from the bottom of my heart. love, kathrynn <3

#shut up kathrynn #this was much longer than I thought #but I don't care I'm just filled with so much love #and thankfulness

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