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Too Close (B.Barnes) *SMUT*

Too Close

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: a/b/o dynamic, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), swearing, some hair pulling, dirty talk

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For @isamaegreenleaf…reader is a Stark as requested. Enjoy!

Y/N crept quietly around the tower. From what she could tell, the invasion her father had been warning her about was happening right now. She had recognized Dr. Selvig, but he seemed off somehow. He hadn’t even seen her. She honestly had no idea what was going on. The only thing she knew was that her dad wanted her out of sight of the fight.

“I could totally help,” she mumbled to herself.
“Mr. Stark wants me to tell you he can hear you,” JARVIS spoke to her from her watch.
She rolled her eyes. “Well dad, I totally could.”

Y/N craned her neck around the corner. Seeing no one else around, she straightened her posture. She ruffled her hair and walked over to the bar. She reached over the counter for a bottle. As she opened it, Y/N took off her watch.

“Well, this is a surprise.”

Y/N spun around to see Loki. The only reason she had known it was him was because of the video she had seen of Steve fighting him in Germany. She hadn’t expected him to look all too different from that footage. She swallowed, forcing a smile.

“I could say the same thing about you,” she stated, “You’re in my home, after all.”
You live here?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow, “Does my brother have a friend he forgot to mention?”
“Do you think your brother stupid enough to say everything?” she countered.

Loki smiled. He slowly made his way closer to Y/N. For some odd and frustrating reason, Y/N didn’t move a single muscle. She didn’t even step back into the bar. There was something about his eyes that held her interest. She just couldn’t pinpoint it.

“My brother is many things,” he whispered, “yours, however, he is not.”
She arched a brow. “Oh? And what makes you so sure?”
The man smirked, reaching his hand toward her. “He isn’t here, is he?”

Just before he was going to run his fingers through her hair, he stopped. Keeping his gaze, he lowered his hand without it ever having made contact with her. Part of her almost felt a loss without his touch. Y/N could hardly think, and it was driving her crazy.

“Tell me,” he continued to coo, “What is your name?”
“Y-Y/N,” she muttered.
He gave her a genuine smile. “Quite a lovely name.”

Y/N remained silent. She gulped again as she knit her brows. If she wasn’t mistaken, it appeared he was moving closer to her. He seemed to be slowly entering her space…and she was letting him.

A large explosion from outside managed to bring her back to the present circumstance. It had pulled her so much so that she actually looked out of the large windows. Instinctively, however, her gaze returned to seeking Loki’s.

He was gone.

Just as timely, her father slowed to a stop inside the tower. His face conveyed his worry. He hurried over to her.

“Are you okay? What did he do?” Tony rambled, “Where is he? Are you okay?”
Y/N started to nod. “Dad, I’m fine. Do I look hurt?”
Tony scanned his daughter. “No…He didn’t touch you with his scepter did he?”
She knit her brows. “No. He didn’t touch me at all. How’d you know he was here?”
“JARVIS sent the silent stress signal,” he paused, “Come on. I’m getting you out of here.”

Y/N didn’t bother to resist. She knew she wouldn’t be of much help now anyway. There was something about Loki that caused her senses to overload. She tried to focus as her dad led her to a safer place.

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Marvel tag: @ladysigyn221

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(Requested by Anon)

You frowned at the sight of the Quileutes at your family’s gradation party. You weren’t sure why they showed up in the first place. Last you heard Bella wasn’t on the best of terms with Jacob after she clocked him in the face.

Yet there she was, chatting away with Jacob and his friends. She didn’t seem too happy to see them, then again you never knew with Bella. She didn’t show much emotion on her face. Either way, I should go check on her or Edward will throw a hissy fit.

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: The reader is head over heels in love with Bucky, but doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. The way Bucky feels about her is obvious to everyone BUT her. Thanks to some convincing from Tony and Steve, things are pushed into action. 

Word Count: 5803

Song Pairing:

Author’s note: SMUTTTT! This one is long, but it’s jam packed full of smut! I hope you guys enjoy my first marvel imagine:) also!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEB!

You were currently sitting in Tony’s office with Steve, the three of you sitting at one table. Pinching the bridge of your nose you said, “ Boys I don’t know how much longer I can talk about the next mission”.

Instantly Tony smirked, and you prepared yourself for a very sarcastic comment. Tony pouted, “ You’re just upset your favorite soldier isn’t here”. You felt a blush creep over your cheeks but you tried to play it cool.

Shrugging your shoulders you said, “ Maybe all this planning is getting to you too, Steve is right next to you”. Tony laughed, it was a valiant effort on your part but he knew you too well.

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#TeamKimSabu slayed it at the 2016 SBS Drama Awards. Congratulations to my beautiful family on the seven wins!

San Francisco

I’ve had half of this concept in my head since the ‘Harry’s going to be on the BBC’ ordeal.

Harry says he can’t wait for tour to begin.He says he can’t wait do to what he really loves - performing.He can’t wait to perform the album he spent hours perfecting,the album he’d yearn to release after it was completed.He can’t wait to sing the songs he wrote,in front of hundreds of his fans, fans that still supported him throughout the first year of the hiatus when it was all radio silent.

And though he can’t wait and seems ecstatic that his tour is starting,Y/N knows he’s nervous.

He acts as if he isn’t nervous by telling everyone about how surreal the tour will be,about how he can’t wait to go up on stage and sing his heart out.But Y/N knows him from the inside and outside - she knows he’s nervous to do a tour by himself after spending 4 years touring with four/three other guys.She knows that even after doing appearances on SNL and the Graham Norton show,he’s nervous to how the tour will play out.She knows he’s nervous that the fans will leave his shows dissatisfied.She knows he was way more nervous when his album was released but this is something else; he’s nervous over the little things which he never used to be nervous over.

(She only knows these things because she’s someone he confides everything to…Well,majority of everything.)

Y/N knows that the 19th of September is Harry’s first show and that he’s nervous over this show more then the last because it’s the show that’s going to kick the tour off.So to say he’s nervous,is a lie..He’s more than nervous.

And to say that Y/N is staying in her hometown while her best friend is struggling (he called her a couple of days ago,mumbling about how maybe him and Niall could do a tour together rather than him do it alone), is the biggest lie of the decade - because she’s not in her hometown.She’s on a plane to San Francisco.

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12x12 Coda: Watching Over You

I think this is the fastest I’ve ever written a coda.  Dean takes Cas to a motel to recover.  For the second coda this season, someone loses their shirt and there’s some bed sharing.  Sort of.

Cas isn’t stupid, not by a long shot.  Even through a haze of growing pain, he could watch.  He could listen.  And he didn’t miss how Mary’s eyes dropped for a fraction of a second when Ramiel demanded a stolen object returned.

He’d filed it away for later.  Well. That is, if there was a later, which at the moment, hadn’t seemed that likely.

Now that later is a reality, he can’t bring himself to impart the knowledge to Dean.  It’s been too stressful of an hour to add that.  So Cas quietly allows Dean to lead him, slowly, to the car Mary had taken to get them here.

He’s also not unobservant.  He doesn’t miss the way Dean’s hand is trembling, however minutely, on his arm.

“Only a few more steps,” Dean says in his ear.  Gentle. Soothing.  Like Cas imagines a hospice nurse would speak.  Dean’s still afraid he’s going to shatter into a million pieces, dissolve into oozing black goo. (Again.  Which recalls a few memories that Cas would rather forget.). “Take it easy, Cas.  This isn’t a race.”

“We’re crawling,” Cas points out, but he doesn’t argue.

Technically, he shouldn’t be tired at all, but there’s a certain lethargy to his bones that he can’t quite shake.  He suspects that there will be some time before he feels normal again.

“Shut up.” It’s said teasingly, but Cas can feel Dean’s eyes lingering on the back of his head a few beats longer than they normally would.

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Have a thor with an actual lightning shaped side shave

There’s a reckoning a-coming
And it burns beyond the grave
It’s lead inside my belly
Cause my soul has lost it’s way

Oh, lazarus, how did your debts get paid?
Oh, lazarus, why you’re so afraid?

When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
With the hounds of hell coming after you

I’ve got blood, I’ve got Blood on my name


Request: If you are still taking the specific Bucky stories how about a Bucky x reader where the reader and Bucky are friends but the reader is a bit childish abs likes to put cute magnets in his arm. Mostly where he can’t see them but others can.

Summary: You sneak some magnets onto Bucky’s arm and one of them happens to be an Inigo Montoya quote. The teams sees it and starts making Princess Bride jokes, confusing the hell out of Bucky.

Warnings: Best friend fluffy fluff!

A/N: I laughed so god damn hard while writing this, I do apologize for how short it is though.

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anonymous asked:

I know Olly looks a lot like Kulta his father, but he does have Janis's eyebrow's right? I mean both their eyebrow shapes look similar and I thought that it's kind of cute that Olly has a little Janis in her.

that would be cute I’d like to think Olly has the Aattila strong brow ( but I love thick brows so much I give them to almost everyone ohohh ; 0 ; ) I’ll just pretend he gets them from his mom </3

so last night i received the following urgent inquiry from a certain party who wished to remain nameless

and i am HERE TO HELP!! but first i had to clarify the problem

and received not only a clarification but also a SHOCKING ACCUSATION

so i would like to start by addressing this slander, in fact they are not WHITE they are FUSCHIA

but if you need help telling these PINK AMERICANS apart there was actually already a helpful graphic online?? 

a photo which also provides important background information such as: they are the worst. anyway let’s get INTO ittm

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Peace treaty

Pairing: T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Your kingdom and Wakanda have been enemies for a very long time, leading to a war and a subsequent peace treaty. Unfortunately, as most things in life, this also has an expiration date and it’s in King T’Challa’s hands, and your hands, to stop what seems to be an inevitable war.

A/N: Even though this is quite short, I really liked it!

Originally posted by miscellame

King T’Challa’s invitation was something you expected from a very long time ago, but you never thought it would become true; the peace treaties between your country and his were just a year away from expiring. Long story short, you were running out of time to make peace for good or definitely go to war with the Wakandian king and his people. You were ready for the fight, but you didn’t want to include your people there; they didn’t deserve and neither did his people. War wasn’t your thing and your late father was never too keen on accepting it.

For a few weeks you decided to put him off, with the excuse that you were busy with your own country, but truth being told, you didn’t know T’Challa, and you found it odd to decide on such important matters with a stranger. Even your maids had more knowledge about you and the subject.

But as the clock was not slowing down, you had no other option but to finally set the date and place of your “business” meeting; a restaurant in a neutral country suited you both perfectly. He was terrible at small talk and you weren’t very keen on finding out about his life either; you knew the important things: he was the son of King T’Chaka and that meant he was the king. 

This was business and you didn’t want to get involved with him; you really didn’t need to anyway. When he put the question into words you had to stop and rewind those seconds in your mind. You would’ve spat your drink all over his face if it wasn’t because you were way more collected than that.

“So, you’re saying we should be friends?” You asked in a flat voice, holding tightly your glass of Mezcal. It was not like you didn’t believe in his words, but they surely came as a surprise; especially after everything that happened between his father and yours, and your awful excuses. “Forget about our fathers’ quarrel and start a new relationship?”

Your father and King T’Chaka never got along, which lead to war and to peace treaties rather often. Both kings were quite hotheaded and fortunately that trait wasn’t something they transmitted to the heirs: you and the new king, King T’Challa.

Your nation was a technologically advanced society and it was as hidden and secret as Wakanda used to be; it had a great economy based on scientific and medical development which lead to being a completely self-sufficient country, but it was about time the new heirs to the throne made peace with each other. Wakanda was rich in both culture and vibranium and your people could surely use both.

“I don’t know if friends is the correct term for what I would like,” he doubted, “but we should re-write the treaty; I was informed it ended in a year—”

“That means we’re running very late, T’Challa,” you sighed in exhaustion, leaning your back against the chair’s “and we must make up our minds now, or in a short time at the very most, or we’ll have to go to war,” you took the glass to your lips and had a small sip from it.

“What does that mean?” He furrowed his eyebrows. “We have to?”

“Haven’t you read the treaty?” You rose your voice. “Oh heavens, I’m dealing with an amateur,” you rolled your eyes, “the document is quite explicit, T’Challa,” you sighed heavily trying to get yourself together and not punch him in the face, “we have a year, this year, to make peace, but if that doesn’t come, then both our nations will go to war and then we’ll have to sign yet another document god knows when,” you stated. “Do you want that?”

“Certainly not,” T’Challa breathily laughed, “and I certainly don’t want you in command of an army; you seem quite lethal,” he smiled and asked for another drink. “So, may I assume we’re on the same page about peace?”

“Yes, we are,” you nodded and ordered some more Mezcal which made you look and seem much more relaxed. “What about commerce?”

“Sounds interesting,” he agreed, “I believe we can offer each other a lot of things,” he smiled again, as if it meant the start of peace. “When can we announce these diplomatic advances?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “but would you mind not having the UN invading our treaties? I just can’t bear the thought of having a bunch of ridiculous men prying around my country and trying to take over it,” you pursed your lips. “No thank you,” you sighed.

“We’re on the same page on that too,” he chuckled. He rose his glass, proposing a toast. “To peace in our time,” he said.

“To peace in our time,” you smiled and gently clacked your glass with his.

I’m not sure how to feel about this??

- he seems genuinely vulnerable?? without the hand on his face and making direct eye-contact with his followers and his gentle expression?? dang


- does he … not have eyebrows

- he seems really thin, actually. i know he wants to bring down the society of heroes but someone get him an apple or something