Out to Get Me

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (!platonic)

Warnings: none really; a little bit of language

Word Count: 2500+

Summary: It was only meant to be in good fun. She’d didn’t think they’d cause this.

A/N:  This is by far THE most random story I’ve ever written. I don’t even know. I hope you all enjoy though! 

**also i’m not going to link it here, but if you want to know what I’m talking about just google duck pom poms and it should be one the first image that pops up(the yellow pom poms not the real duck with the fluff on top). I can’t link or this wouldn’t show up in tags. You used to be able to buy them in bulk on Amazon, but I can’t find them anymore. sidenote: I may or may not have done this to my roommate at one point too and that’s where i got the idea. 

Gifs not mine, credit to the creator!

Originally posted by oilevi

It’s official, he thought, I’m going insane.

Bucky stared at the offending object, the parasite he couldn’t seem to get rid of no matter how hard he tried. He swore he already threw the last one in the trash yesterday. However there was the one in his shoes from the day before. Then there were the three he found the day before in his closet, on his gun rack in the arsenal room and then in the bottom of his gym bag. Yet here another sat. 

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When you’re skipping class with your friend and you hear a teacher approaching but your friend freezes. (I paused a video at the right time)


Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Warnings: Some language and explicit sexual content. But overall, just pure fluff. :) 

Word Count: 1,370

Summary: You’ve got some explicit rules for watching Marvel movies with Tom, specifically ones that he’s in. But he has other plans.

A/N: Fun fluff that popped into my head while watching the Avengers a few days ago. Enjoy ;) (Not my gif!)

Originally posted by hiddelstonwife

“What are the rules?” You ask, shoving a handful of popcorn in your mouth as you plopped on the couch.

“Darling, I hardly think this is necessary.” Tom argued, dimming the lights from across the room. 

 “Ah, ah. Rules, Hiddleston.”

 Tom sighed. “No quoting the movie during the movie. No explaining how a scene was made during the movie. No watching of Y/N’s face during my favorite scenes to gauge a reaction.” 

 “Aaandddd…?” You sung out, reaching for another handful of popcorn. 

 “No talking during the movie.” Tom grumbled, finally getting comfortable next to you on the couch. You grinned. 

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Love Retreat (Part 1)

Summary: When you’re invited to a couples’ retreat at work, you say yes to avoid further embarrassment, despite being tragically single. When you tell your friends about the situation you’re stuck in, Bucky comes to the rescue, offering to pretend to be your boyfriend and also have himself a free vacation to the Cayman Islands. (Fake Dating AU)

Word Count: 2,150

Warnings: None.

A/N: I had to. The idea popped up randomly and I had to get it all down!

Originally posted by thosekidswhohuntmonsters

There was a sharp knock to the door of your office, knocking you out of your work daze and you looked up from your laptop, startled. Thor’s beautiful smile greeted you.


You shook your head, swallowing thickly as a beaming grin appeared on your lips. “No—No! Come in? What’s up? Something wrong?”

Thor shook his head and stepped inside, followed by the head of your division, Maria Hill. Your expression fell.

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B-a-b-y, Baby.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,5k

Summary: In where Bucky finds himself entirely flustered when you call him a term of endearment he has never been called before. Based on B-A-B-Y by Carla Thomas.  

Warning(s): literally all the fluff, domestic!fluff, Bucky being a sweetheart!

A/N: I felt bad for not having uploaded in a few days, and that I wouldn’t be able to upload the next chapter of Most Wanted today, so I found this oneshot in my WIP’s and finished it for you guys! Hope you enjoy this fluffy piece! also, yes I know I always use gifs from this interview, but can you blame me?

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Originally posted by rogerss

There had been a time where opening the front door to your apartment meant being greeted by an almost perpetual silence.

It meant hearing the echo of the door shutting long after you had entered and settled into the living room after a day of work and stared at the television for hours.

But those days were long gone, and with each step you took, you picked up the pace to reach home faster. The inevitable smile crept to your lips, and you had to suppress a giggle as your thoughts circled to what would be waiting for you at home.

Or rather who would be waiting for you at home.

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Fifty Shades of Bucky

***thank you @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ for the gorgeous graphic

A series of sexual escapades where Bucky shows you what it’s like to give in to your deepest desires.

Vanilla Sex - You and Bucky have sex for the first time.

The Basics (Part 1) - Bucky stops by your room after a long day and offers to teach you the basics.

The Basics (Part 2) - Bucky takes things to a whole new level, teaching you another one of the basics.

Limits -  You and Bucky discuss hard and soft limits. You discover that Bucky doesn’t like it when you roll your eyes at him. 

Dinner Party - You and Bucky attend a dinner party at Stark Tower.

A Serious Conversation - After an interesting evening spent with Natasha and Wanda, you and Bucky have a serious conversation.

Riding Crop and Leather Restraints -  Bucky takes your sexual training to a new level.

The Accidental Truth - Bucky visits you in your office and you overhear a conversation that leaves you reeling.

A Proposition - You come to terms with what happened between you and Bucky.

Lipstick Limits - You and Bucky outline his hard limits on touching.


Summary: Bucky is overprotective of the reader, who is pregnant with his baby. 

Pairing:  Bucky X Pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 2237

Warnings: worried Bucky

A/N: This was based on this drabble and this ask. It was too cute not to write and I’m totally open to doing another part to this if people have ideas.

When Bucky comes home one Saturday morning, back from his usual run with Steve, he expects everything to be normal.  

Normal used to mean slow radio music, pancakes and bacon, strong coffee, Y/N’s laughter, and happiness. Now, with a baby on the way, and a difficult pregnancy at that, it means quiet reading, lowly sung lullabies, soft blankets, and bed rest.

But when he opens the door he doesn’t find normalcy, he finds heart-stopping anxiety.

Y/N!” His voice cracks, heart beating against his ribs, panic punching him in the gut, nausea clawing at his throat. After everything he’s seen, everything he’s been through, the room before him is scariest thing he’s ever looked upon. “What do you think you’re doing? Get down from there!”

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Fatal Attraction

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky’s quite the flirt, even when you’re in the middle of trying to murder him

Warnings: small mention of blood

A/N: I know I say this about literally every one shot I write, but this one was so much fun to do! I played around with my writing style a little bit with this one, so let me know how you felt about it! I’m not super sure what it was about this, but something about Bucky being flirty at the most inappropriate times makes me giggle. I hope you enjoy! This isn’t gonna be a series, but I may do a part two if I’m feeling inspired!


You watched him from down the street, shadows from the alley lending you a camouflage as you scanned his body from head to toe. Someone, presumably Steve Rogers, had dragged him out tonight — James Barnes was not the type to casually venture out to a bar for fun, not from what you had observed these past few weeks. He mainly spent his free time quietly visiting children in hospitals, begrudgingly sitting for press interviews at Nick Fury’s request, and needlessly sharpening his sniper’s eye. The man was a hard worker, but he didn’t appear to know how to relax, and he was the furthest from being a partier one could get.

All of this to say that it was highly unlikely that he was armed tonight. Between the jeans and the tighter than was necessary button down, there would be no way for him to be carrying a gun. A knife could potentially be strapped into his waist band or in his expensive looking boots, but even that was pushing it. His weapons weren’t a concern, though, and at the moment, neither was he. James’ guard was down; his most effective form of defense had been dropped. This night, in this moment, you were more dangerous than he was.

The perfect time to strike was now.

He was walking away from the bar, making his way to the opening of your alley at a leisurely pace. His phone was held to his ear, his tone dripping with exasperation as raised his eyes to the sky and carried himself away from the friendly lights of the bar. You tightened your grip on the handle of the knife in your hand, palm slightly sweaty, and prepared yourself to strike. Your handler’s voice was chattering away lowly in your ear piece, so you reached up quickly and switched it off. There could be no distractions if you were to complete this mission; if you were to gain your freedom.

“I’m just getting some air, Steve,” James insisted, the defensive tone he took reminiscent of an unhappy child. “No. Look, I’ll be back inside in a few minutes, okay? Because I didn’t even want to come out tonight and you knew—“

You quietly but swiftly stepped out of the alley as soon as he’d taken a few steps passed. Without hesitating, you wrapped an arm around his neck from behind, securing him in place and steadying yourself as you brought your knife around with your other hand, gently but insistently pressing the blade against his throat. Just enough pressure to draw a single drop of blood; enough to quietly threaten and promise that this night wasn’t going to go his way.

James halted immediately, and you could feel his muscles stiffening where your chest was pressed to his back. “Steve,” he sighed, resignation in his voice. “I might be outside a little longer than I thought.” He hung up his phone then, and quickly slipped it into the pocket of his jeans. Then, with a softer quality to his voice, “I was wondering when they might send you.”

“Don’t speak,” you hissed, pressing the blade further into his skin. Drops of blood were beading into thin streams, running down his skin and staining the collar of his shirt. “This can be quick and painless for the both of us.”

He scoffed, and you could practically hear the sarcastic smirk forming on his lips. “Long as I’ve known you, you’ve never been one to want anything to be quick and painless.” There was humor in his voice, but you hadn’t the capacity to deduce why; that would’ve required emotion and investment, two things which Hydra had made explicitly clear you weren’t capable of possessing. His fingers were creeping up his chest, walking over to rest on the back of your hand. “Do you know what year it is, Y/n?”

You didn’t; dates weren’t required for you to be able to perform missions. Last time you’d been conscious of the year had been around 1973. You also weren’t entirely sure who Y/n was, either. You hadn’t heard the name recently, but something about the way it rolled off James’ tongue scratched at your deepest memory. Not enough to be relevant, but just enough to give you pause.

“It’s 2018,” he went on, not bothering to wait for an answer. Something told you he knew he wasn’t going to get one, anyway. “If you were awake, you’d love it. We used to talk all the time about what the future might be like, and you used to be so in love with the fashion. It’s gotten better, long as you know the right people. And you’re allowed to like whoever you want, nobody bats an eye if you kiss guys, gals, or somebody who might be something else.” He paused, thoughtfully humming. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t piece together why he wasn’t more alert. You were in the middle of an assassination; why wasn’t your target acting accordingly? “Well, there are some people who might get offended. But if you were awake, you’d tell ‘em all to get fucked. You were a real sweetheart like that.”

You shook your head, recognizing his tactic. He was distracting you, stalling for time. If you kept him long enough, Steve Rogers might come outside looking for him, and then it would be game over for you. One super soldier you could maybe handle. Two wasn’t an option in the slightest. “We’re done here,” you muttered, and plunged the knife forward, aiming for his carotid.

He had succeeded in distracting you, it seemed. While you had been focusing on his words, pondering what it was he was trying to communicate, James Barnes had fully wrapped his fingers around the back of your hand. It had been a sneaky move, and gave him the leverage needed to twist your arm at an angle, steering your knife away from making any contact with his flesh. Instead, he used his grip on his arm to whirl you around, bringing you to his front and pressing you to his chest, entrapping your knife hand between the two of you. Against your palm, even through the hilt of the knife, you could feel his heart beating clear through his chest.

What a strangely warm, familiar feeling that was.

“You look just the same,” he murmured, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he reached up his metal hand to brush the apple of your cheek with his knuckles. “A little rougher around the edges, but I’d still be willing to get thrown into cryo just to kiss you.”

You sucked at your teeth, wordlessly blinking and shaking your head at the tug of a memory which was trying its best to resurface. There was a flash of hands entangled in your hair and fiery warmth in your stomach each time you closed your eyes, but you pushed it away. Your handler had warned you this might happen. James Barnes was said to be a persuasive man, and could make anyone believe what he wanted to if given the correct amount of time. Still… the arch of his cheekbones, the graceful curve of the bow of his mouth. You couldn’t help the sense that you once knew this man, if a lifetime ago.

“I saw that,” he breathed, cupping your cheek in his metal palm. His blue eyes shone brightly in the dark shadows of the alley, half lidded as he stared longingly at you. “You’re not starting to remember me, are you Y/n?” He bent forward slowly, moving to press his mouth to yours. Reflexively, your lips parted with anticipation, watching as he neared and feeling as his skin brushed your ever so slightly.

You sent your free fist flying at his jaw, his neck snapping to the side with the force of it. It wasn’t your dominant hand, but it was effective nonetheless. He had been stunned just enough to give you the chance to slip out of his half embrace, and you stepped forward to slam your knee into his stomach. He groaned, unprepared for the wind to be knocked from him, and doubled over in pain. “My name isn’t Y/n,” you informed him, using the blade of your knife to lift his chin. His fiery blue eyes met your gaze once more, and something in your chest stirred at the light in them. Something in your chest and the lower part of your stomach. “I have no name. And you aren’t special to me.”

James flicked his gaze down to your knife, held less carelessly to his throat this time around. He then looked back to you, and that insufferable smile at the corners of his mouth was enough to make you tense. “You and me in a back alley, getting up to no good was always something of a dream of mine,” he muttered, tongue darting out to wet his lip. His pupils were slightly dilated, despite the darkness surrounding you two. “Is it weird that I’m kind of into this?”

“I’m going to kill you now,” you told him, eyeing him warily.

He only arched a brow, tilting his head to the side. “Really? You don’t sound too sure. Go ahead. I won’t try to stop you.”

You flexed your wrist, preparing to plunge your blade into his skin and be done with your mission. The Hydra officials had been kind to you tonight, a rarity in and of itself. They had promised that you wouldn’t be wiped tonight, if you successfully finished your mission. Not only that, but you could wander off into the base and find a real bed to sleep on for the night. How you longed for a bed. Logic said offing James in exchange for a mattress, as you had been tasked with doing, made perfect sense.

And yet, somehow, you couldn’t force yourself to do it. Each time you tried, you saw different glimpses of the man before you behind your eyelids, his hair at varying lengths with each vision. His outfit and arm were always the constant, though. A black leather asset uniform and bright shining metal at his left side. That arm had been his superior’s pride and joy.

“You starting to remember me, beautiful?” he asked you, a gentle and friendly tone lending his voice the smoothness of honey. “Remember how we would used to hold hands, just before they stuck us back into cryo? How I’d rub my thumb ‘cross the back of your hand and you would smile? How we’d pretend we weren’t starting to remember, ‘cause if they caught us they’d wipe us and take it all away?”

Something in you wanted to remember this picture James was painting, but your mind was in conflict. You remembered James — Winter, your mind whispered — and yet you didn’t. You knew what his mouth felt like against yours, yet you swore you had never had the pleasure of knowing. You remembered being physical with him, explicitly and illicitly, the two of you taking every opportunity you had to sneak away and be as close as you possibly could before having to report back for your duties, but your brain refused to display the memory for you.

“I don’t know you,” you insisted, shaking your head. It wasn’t clear whether you were attempting to convince him or yourself. “I don’t know you, I don’t care about you. I’m here to do a job so I can sleep in a bed.”

“Oh, sugar,” James chuckled softly, eyelashes fluttering as he slowed his gaze to take you up and down. “If it’s a bed you’re wanting, you are more than welcome to come and sleep in mine.”


Bucky liked to call you sugar.

Fragments were coming back piece by piece, and you could see the random shards floating before you like a puzzle. You saw James in that long forgotten leather outfit, but you had known him as Bucky then; he’d introduced himself to you as soon as he’d remembered the name, offering the knowledge just before you had been put into cryo for five years. You saw Bucky walking at your side, a centimeter too close to be professional and resisting the urge to reach out and intertwine your fingers lest the Hydra operatives separate and wipe the two of you. You heard James screaming at other people on your behalf, saw him wailing in agony as he extended his hand out to you.

You wondered what all of it meant, but you also knew you couldn’t entertain these visions. You had a mission to complete. James was that mission.

“I don’t know you,” you yelled, jamming the knife forward with your arm. Again, James had been prepared for it. His metal hand came up to encircle your wrist in a vice like grip, so tight you had no choice but to turn your body as he twisted it to keep it from breaking. Even if the bones had cracked you most likely wouldn’t have batted an eye; Hydra had beaten you out of caring about pain decades ago, when you’d been younger and gentler. You used your foot to hook around the back of James’ leg, kicking at the back of his leg and sending you both tumbling to the ground. “I don’t know you and I don’t know who Y/n is. Just let me finish my fucking job, get off me Bucky!”

Unfortunately the majority of his weight had landed on top of you, and he was able to swiftly grasp your wrists to pin you to the ground. Perhaps you might have had more luck if you hadn’t so carelessly given his words as much attention, but you hadn’t been able to help it. His words were pretty, and you weren’t supposed to want things, but you so desperately yearned for those memories in your head to be real. “You called me Bucky,” he breathed in your ear, his breath tickling the skin beside your neck. His eyes had widened in hope and wonder, and he hesitantly presses his forehead to yours. “Come on, darlin’, I know I’m still in that pretty head of yours.”

“No you aren’t,” you screamed, struggling to no avail. You craned your neck and sank your teeth into his cheek. A little unconventional, but it was the only place you could reach.

James sucked in a pained breath, but had switched his hand on your wrist out for his elbow, digging it into the soft area until you yelled out and released his cheek. “Biting?” he gasped, pulling his head further away from yours to maintain a safe distance. “Really? Are we twelve?”

You could see the shock in his eyes, the pain and what looked to be heartbreak. How could that be the case if he didn’t know you? Perhaps… perhaps, maybe…

No. You didn’t know anyone. You were a machine. James Barnes knew nothing about you.

“Don’t make me do this, sugar,” he sighed, red welt raising on his cheek where you had sunk your teeth in. “Please don’t make me hurt you.” You set your jaw, already knowing this mission was a failed one. James was going to kill you, then. Did he expect you to beg for mercy? Was that why he was looking at you with wide eyes and parted pink lips?

At least he’d do it quick. If you had been returned to the Hydra base having failed your mission, they would spend days tearing you to pieces.

“I don’t know you,” was all you responded to him with.

James sighed, raising his eyes to the sky. He bit his lip, clearly unhappy with the situation, but unwilling to back down. “Okay,” he muttered, exhaling a breath through his nose. “Then you’d better forgive me for this when you wake up.” And before you could even wonder what he meant, he dropped both his hands from your wrists and brought them up to your head, which he lifted a few inches and then forcefully slammed into the concrete.

You were out before you had even registered what was happening.

Bucky stood, looking down at you a moment before stopping to pick you up. You hadn’t changed much at all, but then, you wouldn’t have. You weren’t aging correctly, and you were barely older than the last time he’d seen you, when he was still the Winter Soldier. Hydra always did use you less, when they still had him in their arsenal. Your face was the same, your hair longer than he remembered, and your outfit was head to toe black, reminiscent of his own assassin uniform. No wonder he hadn’t seen you while walking by the alley; you were visually comparable to a shadow.

“Alright, killer,” he murmured under his breath as he removed the knife from your hands and positioned you over his shoulder. “Let’s get you to that bed you wanted.” Gently placing a hand to the small of your back to ensure you didn’t go anywhere, Bucky reached down with his other and slid his phone out of his pockets, making a phone call and pressing his cell to his ear.

“You get lost or something?” his best friend’s voice sarcastically asked through the line.

“Steve, we’re gonna have to go home a little early,” he sighed, already walking down the street and carrying you in the direction of his car. “We have a bit of a situation.”

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Just Wait

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Style: One-shot

Warnings: Starts out angsty, with some arguing and swearing, but mostly just a fluff piece with a happy ending.

Word Count: 1,583

Summary: A sad Tom doesn’t want you to go out of town for work, which leads from an argument to a much bigger, more important question. Small mention of jealous!Tom over Chris Evans.

A/N: Haven’t written in a while, but this little one-shot popped into my head last night and I just had to bring it to life. :) Enjoy! (Not my gif, obviously)

Originally posted by maryxglz

You had found over the many years with Tom, that it was never good when he was quiet. It meant that every gear in that beautiful head of his was turning. Calculating. Drawing conclusions without merit.

In many ways, you noticed that he paralleled his infamous character Loki. In that, he was calculated, measured, and observant. This was one of those observant times.

So, it was no surprise to you that as you came into your home and began shedding your jacket, Tom’s voice carried across the room barely above a whisper, and cool beyond belief.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

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Love Retreat (Part 4)

Summary: When you’re invited to a couples’ retreat at work, you say yes to avoid further embarrassment, despite being tragically single. When you tell your friends about the situation you’re stuck in, Bucky comes to the rescue, offering to pretend to be your boyfriend and also have himself a free vacation to the Cayman Islands. (Fake Dating AU)

Word Count: 3,668

Warnings: None.

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Originally posted by bluesteelstan

The hotel Maria had picked was no ordinary one. The Ritz-Carlton was as luxurious and elegant as you had always imagined whenever you heard that name. Maria was escorted to the front desk, where in a few minutes, was given access to suites for every couple that had made the trip.

She called your name and you pulled away from Bucky’s hold to walk up to her, sure that she’d give you the worst room that was available. Instead, she gave you a proud smile. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed your arduous work,” she said, handing you a pamphlet which held two key cards for you and Bucky. “It’s the room with the best view.”

Your face displayed the disbelief you were feeling, which prompted Maria to laugh and leave the keys in your hand before she continued to distribute the rooms. Bucky sidled up to you and draped an arm around your shoulder.

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Death Do Us Part - A New Beginning (1)

Pairing: God of Death!Bucky Barnes x Mortal!Reader

Words: 2,6k

Summary: For centuries, the God of Death had known two things about mortals. One, they were his job, his to collect when their days came to an end, and two, they were obnoxiously odd beings. Their purpose ceased to make sense to him. Never did he understand why they created a life for themselves, why they loved, why they loved other mortals when they knew that none of it would last forever. It was nothing but sheer stupidity, but that was until he met you. A mortal unlike any other. A mortal that would make him question everything. A mortal that would teach the God of Death how to live.

Warning(s): None really, Bucky unimpressed with mortals maybe. 

A/N: First of all, a special shoutout to my girl @take-my-life-not-my-heart, this story idea was born because of her brilliant mind! This one’s for you boo! I’m excited about this series, I hope you guys will enjoy it as well! Lotta love to you all! I will try to have two chapters up per week for you guys! Also, do ya’ll see that wordcount??? Revolutionary for me, ;) 

Death Do Us Part - Masterlist 

Originally posted by brolinjosh

For thousands of years, James Buchanan Barnes had ruled as the God of Death.  

The benefits that came with being the bearer of the title proved endless. From the tremendous respect, it earned him, to the inevitable pride that etched itself to his spine, carrying his head high whenever anyone addressed him.  

There wasn’t a God in the countless realms that didn’t know his name, or who he was. Wherever he found himself, he demanded attention that everyone willingly bestowed on him without a second thought.

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Laundry Day

Title:  Laundry Day

Author:  Mimi - @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  What if you were the neighbor Steve offered to let use his washing machine?

Characters:  Steve Rogers x female reader

Word Count:  1197

Warnings:  mild language, sexual tension

Author’s Notes: Thank you @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for your help with this.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You’d been surprised when Steve had offered to let you use his machine. You’d run into him on yet another trip down the stairs to the laundry room in the basement, the basket of clothes in your arms overflowing because you always waited until the last possible minute to do your laundry. Running up and down the stairs several times a day was just not appealing. He’d come around the corner, jogging up the stairs, effortlessly of course, sliding to a stop when he saw you.

You’d chatted, he’d flirted, you’d blushed, he’d offered the use of his machine, which you’d refused, sure he was just doing it to be polite. An hour later, he’d shown up at your door with a key in his hand, insisting you take it. You’d finally agreed, giggling at the grin it brought to his face.

“Thank you, Steve,” you’d said. “Really.”

“You’re welcome.” He’d winked and disappeared back into his apartment.

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Decided to do a master list. Most are reader fics. * is smut.
























Dating Marauders Would Include James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin

Dating Marvel Characters Would Include Peter Parker, Steve Rogers,        Pre-Serum Steve, Bucky Barnes, 1940s Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark,                      Clint Barton, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Loki

Dating Grey’s Anatomy Characters Would Include Derek Shepherd,          Alex Karev, Mark Sloan, Jackson Avery, Owen Hunt, Lexie Grey, Meredith Grey, April Kepner

Avengers Preference

A Thousand Versions of You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,2k

Summary:  When you speak the three magical words to Bucky, he begins questioning how you can love him when even he doesn’t know who he is and you make sure to tell him exactly who you love. Based on Nikita Gill’s poem “A Thousand Versions of You”

Warning(s): insecure Bucky, sad but sweet Bucky, angsty fluff if that’s a thing, feels!

A/N: written for the sweet Pia’s @abovethesmokestacks Summer Madness writing challenge! My prompt #21 - the Nikita Gill poem, and I hope you enjoy this little piece! thank you for your continuous support, I don’t quite know what I’d do without you! Also, guys I apologize if this isn’t up to par, idk I’m not a hundred percent satisfied! 

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Originally posted by n-barnes

Which me?”

A silence stretched around the living room, etching itself to the corners of your mind, clouding everything you were trying to piece together.

Your lips parted as you slowly shook your head to create a clear path in your mind as to what was happening in front of you. Your hand rested on Bucky’s thigh. His hand began trembling atop of yours when you couldn’t quite seem to understand what had fueled his response.

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Safe House

Originally posted by violet-blur

AN: Y'all, this starts out super angsty but it does get super domestic and fluffy in the second half, I promise. This is also me being selfish and letting myself write a story with pups. 

When a mission goes south, you make it a personal mission to make your boyfriend Bucky Barnes see the light at the end of the tunnel by taking him to your safe house. 

words; 3505

Your hand reached across the granite countertop in the Avengers compound to reach your ringing phone that was ringing only a foot away. You shoved a mouthful of Cinnamon Toast Crunch into your mouth and shoved your recent mission reports away as you glance at who had been calling you. 

Steve Rogers. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion and you glanced over to the calendar taped to the fridge— Wanda, Bucky, and Steve weren’t due back for another three days from their mission, so as a result, your heartbeat picked up in anticipation. You slid your finger across the screen and were met with the sound of raspy breathing on the other line. 

“Steve?” You asked, mouth still full with your breakfast. You and he had gotten close since you had joined, and had grown even closer since you had begun your relationship with Bucky— so formalities weren’t too much of a concern for you both. 

“Y/N,” he began. His voice was laced with pain, and the effort of which he spoke sent chills run down your spine. “The mission didn’t go to plan, and we’re on our way home. I’m just calling you to tell you—“ His voice cut off as if he was looking around him for anyone that could be listening. 

“To tell you that Bucky is going to be blaming himself for this one. I don’t want to tell you what happened over the phone, but we found some things out that could mean bigger things for us.” Your eyelids fluttered closed and your fingers came to rest delicately on your forehead. You welcomed their cold touch as they calmed your suddenly feverish skin. 

“Get home soon, Stevie. I’ll be here for him.”

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My favorite things in Tony fanfics

  • When Tony dads Peter
  • When Jarvis is sassy
  • When Rhodey is Tony’s #1 no matter whom he’s dating
  • Mama Rhodes
  • When the Avengers do little things for him like bring him food, drag him to bed, cover him with a blanket, cuddle him, etc.
  • When Tony’s in a healthy relationship and is happy.
  • Tony just being happy

you’re mine

pairing: jealous!peter parker x female reader

summary: peter’s having a bad day and all he wants is you to make him feel better, unfortunately, flash gets in the way.

warnings: jealousy’s a bitch (:

word count: 788

A/N: i’ve wanted to write jealous!peter for a lil while so let’s see how it goes. 


It was but another lovely day at Midtown High, students were laughing, smiling and jumping around in the hallways, shoving each other and taking up way more space than they needed. There were many smiles on people’s faces… well except for Peter’s face. He wasn’t having that great of a day. All he wanted to do was find you, give you a hug and just stay like that for as long as he could. All he wanted was to hold you, because that’s all he needed to make him feel better.

Swerving past everyone in the hallways he made it to your locker, expecting to see you alone or with one of your friends. Instead he found you with the last person he wanted to see, period. Flash Thompson. What was even worse was, he was hugging you.

It’s not that Peter didn’t trust you, he trusted you with his life and more; it’s that idiot, Flash he didn’t trust… at all. Not only was Flash always trying to make Peter’s life a living hell, but he also liked you.

And he was always trying to break you guys up, even though you would never date him. He still thinks he has a chance. Because, according to him, “No one can resist the Flash.”

It’s not even that Peter was jealous of Flash, more the position he was in. It’s that he wanted to be the one to hug you and instead Flash beat him to it. Of all people. Flash would be the ideal boyfriend for you, he didn’t have any responsibilities outside of school (such as, spider-man), he wouldn’t put you in danger in any way and ugh, I have to stop thinking like this, thought Peter.

Peter could see you rolling your eyes as you reluctantly hugged Flash back, but just the sight of him made his jaw clench, along with his fists.

Finally you noticed Peter, and shoved Flash off of you. Running to him, you put your arms around him, “Hey Pete.” You looked up and noticed his jaw was clenched as he was glaring behind you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked leaning up to kiss his jaw. The sight of Peter made you forget completely about Flash.

He looked down at you and immediately his face softened, he put his arms around you. “Nothing, babe,” he answered, “it’s fine.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” you asked.

Suddenly a voice interrupted your conversation. “Eh ehm, Peter,” started Flash, “we were kind of in the middle of something.” Peter looked back up and immediately rolled his eyes.

“Wanna get going?” Peter asked you, ignoring Flash.

“Oh, I see, Peter, running away? Can’t except the fact that Y/N doesn’t really like you and is most likely going to break up with you for me? We both know I’d be the much better boyfriend for her.” Flash taunted.

Peter’s fists clenched once again, this time you noticed. You grabbed one of his hands with your own and tilted his head down to face you with the other hand, calming him down, “Hey, don’t listen to him, he’s just messing with you,” you said soothingly.

“I know, but he always gets to me,” he said defeated, “what if he has a point?”

You couldn’t believe what Peter was saying, he was the perfect boyfriend and the greatest person you knew. (On top of that he was also Spider-man and he still had time for you and everyone else, in fact he always put everyone else first before him, an entire city.)

You turned to Flash, “Flash, if I didn’t like Peter then why would I do this?” you asked before turning back around and bringing Peter’s face down to yours to kiss him. You put your hands through his curls and stood on your tip toes, getting closer to him. Peter’s hands went around your waist.

Flash was long forgotten. At some point while you were… busy, he sulked away.

You both pulled apart, smiling at each other. “Why was Flash hugging you anyway?” Peter asked.

“He had some weird bet with this dude, and he wouldn’t leave me alone unless I hugged him. I really didn’t feel like getting in trouble so I decided against punching him so he would leave,” you said smiling.

“You’re mine,” he said “and he needs to start acting like it.” Hearing Peter say that made your heart flutter.

“Say that again,” you said, smiling.

“Which part?” Peter asked.

“The first part, Pete,” you replied, rolling your eyes playfully at his confusion.

“You’re mine,” he said looking down at you.

“I’m yours,” you repeated before leaning up to kiss him again, “and don’t you forget it.”

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Love Retreat (Part 2)

Summary: When you’re invited to a couples’ retreat at work, you say yes to avoid further embarrassment, despite being tragically single. When you tell your friends about the situation you’re stuck in, Bucky comes to the rescue, offering to pretend to be your boyfriend and also have himself a free vacation to the Cayman Islands. (Fake Dating AU)

Word Count: 2,561

Warnings: None.

“Love Retreat” Masterlist

A/N: So, this was so easy and fun to write and I hope you all enjoy this part ^^ 

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

After everyone said their goodbyes at the restaurant, Bucky dropped you off at your front door. Despite not broaching the subject for the rest of dinner, you brought it up once Bucky went in to hug you and bid you a good night.

“Bucky, I know we all got hyped about the trip, but if you don’t want to go, you don’t have to,” you said, feeling that you were bothering him about it. Bucky had his own life, he had things to do.

Bucky rolled his eyes, scoffing. “Dude, don’t even mention it. I’ll be happy to go. I don’t think we’ve spent time alone together ever since our senior trip.”

“Yeah, because everyone else paired off.” You scowled, remembering how Peggy and Steve had decided to stay behind in a secluded corner of the theme park you had visited. Sam and Nat had disappeared right after. It had been only you and Bucky. And Bucky had made sure you didn’t miss anyone else. You still cherished those memories; still had the pictures you had taken with Bucky stuck in the mirror of your dresser. They made you smile whenever you remembered to look at them.

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anonymous asked:

A fic please where Bucky is the monster boss and is all like tough and scary. Then he meets u, someone who doesn’t deal with crap and is like really blunt? And them like falling in love and stuff. I know this is a pretty stereotypical fic but i would really love to see you writing something like this:)

Hey there, huuun! Here is the fic, there is truly nothing better than the classics and I cannot explain how hard this was to write in the sense that I wanted it to be 12k+ because god do I love myself some mobster Bucky! I truly hope you like this, because it was awfully hard to maintain in a “small” amount, I wish I could’ve multichaptered this thing! I hope you enjoy, please let me know <3 I’m sorry if it isn't’ good! 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3,986

This has officially been turned into a series! thank you for the love and support!

Part 2 | Run to Me - Masterlist

Your head fell back in laughter as you held onto Mia’s hand. She tried her best at finishing the story she was telling you, but it was impossible with the way you both nearly fell over in laughter.

“I swear, how do we always end up in the weirdest situations?” you asked through your laughter, trying your best to stop but once again you and Mia had gotten yourself involved in the drama surrounding three girls and two guys who had all dated simultaneously, and somehow, you and Mia had ended up as culprits for the guys finding out. The weird part of the entire situation was that you had never in your life met any of these people. But that was you and Mia, always ending up in situations you never asked to be part of in the first place.

“I don’t know!” Mia exclaimed, another string of laughter leaving her as she pulled you along down the street. You chuckled, holding your stomach that ached from laughing, and before you could complain, Mia’s laughter died drastically in her throat as she almost yanked you backward, halting your movements.

Your brows furrowed together in concern, and looked at her instantly, “what’s wrong?”

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Say It Again

Steve Rogers X Reader
“Oh?  Do you get off thinking of everyone else that’s pissed you off?  Or is it just me?” Steve stood up, walking closer until my back hit the wall.
A/N:This is straight up porn and I’m not sorry in the slightest! 18+ only!

Originally posted by cevansnews

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