A masterlist of fics that I really love reading. updated: 1.17.17
Okay, so I have a bunch of fics that I keep in my “likes” so I could read over and over again, but now they’re getting burried. I would use my drafts, but I already use that for fics that I’m going to read lol these are all Bucky unless stated otherwise
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probs won award for the world’s most basic banner tbh and its a big milestone rip whateva im in a good mood for the first time in forever i wont dwell on it
Honestly why you ever thought going back to College would be a good idea was beyond you. The teachers were a nightmare and the workload was almost unbearable. I mean you did leave things until the last minute but hey, who doesn’t? The only thing getting you through all of the late nights and early mornings was your amazing boyfriend Sam Drake.
He always made sure that you ate properly and were getting at least a few hours sleep each night. He was of course your stress reliever too, in more ways than one. It wasn’t uncommon for him to give you a massage to calm you down.
As of right now you had a particularly long project to finish and time was not on your side. Sam was currently out so you were left to your own devices for a while. Fast forward three hours and the only thing you had to show for your efforts was a pretty crappy introduction.
Groaning you decided to call it a night, slamming your laptop closed with a few choice words. A few minutes later and you heard the familiar sound of the key in the lock. Great, Sam was home. Maybe he could keep you motivated to do more than a few hundred words.
“Saaaaam, help me please” you called out to him, sounding like a whining two year old.
“What’s wrong princess?” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he came and stood in the doorway to your shared bedroom.
Looking up from where you were planted face down on the bed you replied with an incoherent grunt. That was obviously enough for Sam to decipher what had you so exhausted.
“How’s the work going baby girl, nearly finished?”
“Umm no but I did manage to lose the will to live” you sarcastically stated.
“Well if you’re interested I have a few ideas for relieving some of that stress” he mused coyly while nearing the bed where you were now sitting upright, obviously interested in what he was proposing.
//NOTE: THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY TWO ONGOING FANFICS.//
//WARNING: FLUFF! AND SOMETHING THAT CAN HARDLY BE CALLED SMUT, LOL.//
WORD COUNT: 1,795
He was so handsome.
And you loved him more than anything.
It had really been Steve that had set you two up. You had only started working with the Avengers a month or two before, but you later found out from Bucky that Steve had told him you guys had been friends for a long time.
But you didn’t complain.
Bucky was the sweetest, softest being you had ever known - once you got through his hard shell of an exterior, that was. He had been quiet at first, resulting in awkward conversations. There was quite a stretch of time where you thought he just didn’t like you, and you felt bad and embarrassed for even trying. You thought that maybe you were ugly…
After a stern talking to with Natasha, you were assured you weren’t ugly at all, and that it was just Bucky being… well, Bucky.
So you tried talking to Buck again.
Maybe it was the determination.
Maybe it was the confidence.
Something made him open up, and soon you were close friends. You talked about wacky stuff and serious stuff. You messed around or were dead serious - mostly on missions, though, you weren’t a very serious person unless you needed to be. And you just straight up loved one another in a friend-to-friend way.
Or so you thought.
It was a crisp fall day when you woke up pretty early, deciding to get a nice, healthy breakfast and then go take a walk. Maybe a few pictures of the pretty fall leaves that were beginning to drop from the branches of the trees. God-damn, you felt like an inspirational Tumblr page!
So you did. You had never used the kitchen in your apartment, so you went to the main one, surprised to see Bucky. You knew he ate earlier than all the others so he could spend the majority of his day training, but not 5:30 in the morning early.
“Hey, (name),” Buck said when you walked in.
“Hey, Buck. Good morning!” You said cheerfully.
You were still tired, but you could never be tired of Bucky.
“I was going to eat an early breakfast and then go take a walk - and some pictures with the new Polaroid Camera I got.” You explained your early morning odyssey to the kitchen. “You can tag along if you want.”
Bucky smiled at you. “I’d love to.”
You smiled back and poured yourself some grains before chopping up fruit and putting it on top. Boy, you regretted leaving your camera in your apartment, the finished arrangement of fruit pieces looked amazing. You patted down your pockets, and sighed in disappointment when you realized you had left behind your phone as well.
Bucky realized your sudden change in mood and came over to see what was wrong. “What is it?” He asked, looking around for some explanation. He walked over and looked at the bowl of food you had put together. “This? You don’t want it? Fine - I’ll take it.”
“No!” You slapped his hand. “I wanted to take a picture of it, that’s all.”
Buck almost laughed, then he realized you were serious. “Why would you want to take a picture of your - you know what, never mind. Just use the camera on my phone,” he handed you his smartphone.
It was the same kind and model as yours, so you knew how to use it.
“Thank you, Buck. Sorry for slapping you,” you smiled, before using tip-toes to get up to Bucky’s face and peck him on the cheek.
He nodded and as he turned away, you swore you saw him blushing.
“Uh - I - I guess I’ll go get ready for our walk.” He stuttered. “You can give me my phone back when I come back down. The password is 4v3ng3rs.” He rushed away before you could say anything about his funny password.
You took the picture, adding a filter and messing with a few other effects before going to his messaging app to send it to yourself. You had to look for a while until you found your contact, because it wasn’t your name. You smiled when you realized he had you in his phone as ‘My Sunshine :)’.
//A WHILE LATER//
You and Buck stepped out of Stark Tower. You took in a deep breath of the crisp, cool air. Due to deciding to take a walk at this ungodly hour, the paparazzi wasn’t there to bother you as you made your way to Central Park.
People didn’t bother you or stare, both of you had long sleeves and gloves on due to the cold weather, so Bucky’s metal arm was hidden. The leaves were falling all around, gusts of cool air blowing them off their perches and sending them floating down to the ground. You took plenty of pictures, shaking them relentlessly until they cleared out. You’d then tuck them into your pocket, saving them to share with Buck until later.
“It’s a nice day,” Buck spoke up.
You had been enjoying the sounds of nature - and humans on their way to wherever the heck they were going - before he spoke. But now that he had talked, you didn’t mind his voice at all.
“Yeah. It really is. I used to go camping with my family all the time in weather like this,” you told him.
He looked down at you, and although you were trying to hide it, you knew he had seen the sad expression cross your face.
You had been an only child, and both of your parents had been S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Unfortunately, they had both been killed by Hydra during a mission years ago. You had been 18 by then, so it was up to you to decide what you had wanted to do with your life from that point on. You decided to join S.H.I.E.L.D. and work as hard as you could to get back at Hydra for what they had done to your family. Later, when S.H.I.E.L.D. had plummeted to ruins because of Hydra, you had started working with the Avengers.
And here you were, leaning against The Winter Soldier on a fall morning while going for a walk.
“You don’t need to think about that right now.” Buck’s voice broke through your thoughts. You looked up at him, confused.
“You don’t need to think about Hydra or what they did to your family right now,” he repeated. He gave you a weak smile. “Let’s just think happy thoughts right now. Look at us, we’re almost-normal people!”
You laughed. Then you looked back up at him. “I like thinking about my parents. They were good people. I was just thinking about our old camping trips. That’s all.” You bluffed.
“Oh - okay,” he said. You knew by the tone of his voice he could tell you were lying, but you didn’t say anything about it, and neither did he. “Then let’s go camping.”
Your face broke into a smile. “Really?”
“Yeah! I haven’t in a long time. Like, 70 years and counting long time,” he joked, ruffling your hair.
“Can we make smores and go hiking and all of that?” You bounced up and down like a small child getting a new toy.
“Yes, most definitely. Especially the smores part.”
“Oh my God. James Buchanan Barnes, you are the best person ever,” you said, skipping off ahead of him.
Before he followed you, he just stood there for a little bit, thinking, I’d do anything to make you happy, my sunshine.
//THE NEXT DAY//
“Barnes, are you trying to kill me?” You whined.
You and Bucky had been walking up this path for hours. Your back hurt, your legs hurt - your, I don’t know, everything, hurt.
“We’re almost there, doll,” Buck replied. He was panting more than you… and he was behind you, so you figured he was telling the truth. And then you remembered.
“Hey, didn’t you say that half an hour ago?!”
The only response you got was a chuckle.
“C’mon, Buck, really,” You argued, stopping and turning around to look at him. All this walking was making you cross.
“I thought you… said you did this… with your family.” Bucky said in between pants.
“We had a car.” You complained through gritted teeth.
“Thanks for letting me catch up,” Buck teased.
You wanted to kick him in the family jewels.
//AN HALF AN HOUR LATER//
Bucky and you had finally made it, and just finished making the tent. You had only gone with one, because that was all you could bare to carry up the long trail. You had both agreed to sleep on one side of the tent, and set it up so your lanterns and shoes were in between the two sleeping bags.
Finally, you and Bucky just relaxed. He found some firewood and you started a nice campfire, sitting down on towels around it and soaking in the warmth.
He got out the marshmallows and skewers, as well as the Hershey’s bars and graham crackers, and soon you were enjoying smores. You laughed when you realized you two had completely skipped an actually dinner and gone straight to the good stuff.
You and him were alike in that way.
After the fire had died down and you and Bucky had eaten way too many smores, you both went into the tent and settled down for bed. You took turns changing into pajamas and going to the bathroom in the forest - what, where did you think you were going to go? - Before you finally got in and zipped it up for the night.
“(Name)?” Buck said suddenly.
You were about to turn off the lantern, but you stopped when he spoke.
“I need to tell you something… God, I hope this doesn’t mess us up… I just. We’ve been friends for a while now, and I think I feel more than just those kinds of feelings for you… I, uh… I like you, (name).” He stuttered.
“Buck, I like you, too.” You told him.
He looked up and smiled.
You proceeded to move the lantern and shoes so you could move your sleeping bag next to his. Once you were settled down, you and Buck began to make out. It felt so right, you loved every second of it. The making out soon became… more, you could say.
The sounds of owls and rustling of branches soon faded off into the background, and all that was there in your world was you and Bucky, there, having sex in the forest, grinding against one another, filled with pleasure.
1. How old are you? I’m a fucking fetus (18)
2. Current job? Basically everything at my restaurant but server, manager, or cook.
3. Dream job? Novelist and photographer! As well as any other creative stuff I might occasionally fancy.
4. What are you talented at? Bullshitting. No seriously! I’m surprisingly good at making myself seem more sure/important/better than I am. Idk. I’m tired so I won’t go into detail.
5. What is a big goal you are working towards / have already achieved? Publishing!
6. What’s your aesthetic? Coca-Cola, jade rings, mechanical pencils with really long tips, black nail polish, long, curled eyelashes, ace bandages, conceled blades, big jackets like parkas or leather jackets, I could go on. I’ve thought quite a bit about this stuff haha. But mostly Coca-Cola. That’s always been what I have been associated with.
7. Do you collect anything? Weeb shit.
8. What is a topic you always bring up in conversation? Anything I think will make me appeal more to whoever I am speaking to.
9. What’s a pet peeve of yours? Being unprofessional in certain situations. Honestly I hate it when managers are like openly salty and petty and shit like some stupid high school student. Grow up.
10. Good advice to give? “One step at a time.”
I read your headcanons about Kentin+Alexy friendship and it was so sweet!!! Could you write some headcanons about them but like being a couple? pleeeease?
Thanks anon, I’m glad you thought they were sweet. Tbh I’m very surprised I got a lot of notes on the friendship headcanons ?? Castiel and Lysander alongside Nath and Armin are my favorite to write. But, anyways, enjoy.
Kentin and Alexy
Alexy is dominant, will literally drag Kentin anywhere.
Alexy fails at taking Kentin shopping, he’s just ‘boom I’m out’ by 100%.
Kentin won’t admit he likes wearing Alexy’s sweater.
Kentin finds Alexy cute with a ponytail.
Alexy likes giving Kentin surprise kisses on the cheek.
Average date is usually going out to see a movie or going out to dinner.
Rosa is proud of her blue-haired son.
Kentin bakes Alexy cookies when he’s upset.
Alexy uses a lot of emoji’s texting Kentin. Especially; >3<, >:^, :D.
Armin isn’t actually worried?? Like, Alexy trusts Kentin and so does he.
Alexy flirts a lot.
Kentin is older, but shorter. He can’t stand being shorter, he’s gotta either lean or get on those tippy toes to kiss Alexy.
Alexy has probably eaten too much of Kentin’s sweets.
Alexy hugs Kentin too close when they sleep, has had to loosen his grip sometimes.
Kentin is a blushing mess around a flirty Alexy, he tries very hard not to be.
Kentin will honestly glare anyone down that gives Alexy or him dirty looks.
Alexy dresses Kentin up like a mom if he managed to get them to shop.
Kentin likes Alexy in short-sleeves and some vest, thinks he’s cute in them.
Alexy loves Kentin’s cupcakes,,
Alexy has one of Kentin’s dog tags.
Alexy is NOT a cooking or baking person. Considers Armin to be about a percentage better.
Kentin is such a husband.
Kentin tries to teach Alexy how to put icing on the cupcakes.
Probably one of the only pieces of clothing that Kentin wore that Alexy bought was his apron.
Armin has accidentally walked in on them once or twice and regrets it with every bone in his body.
The most violent thing Alexy has done to Kentin was throw a pillow at him for waking him up to do a ‘morning workout’ with him.
Take it slow, would rather get very comfortable before anything more is done.
The hangover will last a day, but memories (and Snapchat) are forever.
content advice: mention of vomiting and excessive drinking.
A/N: s/o to Splatt for their unexpected source of inspiration! Also, I’d like to write a sort of ‘.5′ chapter involving Shalaska, but I don’t know how much interest there would be. If you are interested, please don’t be afraid to reply to this post or send an ask!
Dean woke up the next morning still on the couch, the skin of his face sticking to the leather as his head starting to grow a dull pain just above his eyes. Memories of the argument from the previous night ran fresh through his mind, causing him to groan when he remembered the sadness in your eyes as you looked at him; the disappointment in your voice as you spoke. It broke his heart. He regretted hurting you like this, but he just couldn’t help himself. A sound from the kitchen suddenly broke through his thoughts. He groggily stood up from his position on the couch and waddled towards the kitchen door, the sight of you pouring his whiskey down the drain meeting his eyes.
“Y/N what are you doing?” He asked, causing you to jump out of surprise; you had not been aware of his presence at the door. The bottle slipped out of your hand and onto the floor; the glass smashing across the tiles. You gasped and instantly go to the floor to try and pick up the large chunks, Dean joined you in doing so. He kept trying to speak, but only words and incoherent sounds escaped his lips as he attempted to reach out for the shards of glass that you were too. “Dean just stop please!” You finally shout at him, taking him back a little bit. “Y/N please I’m just trying to talk to you, I need to explain about last night” he pleaded, but it just made you more mad. “ Explain what! That you came home at god-knows what time, high off your fucking head when you promised you would stop? What is there to talk about?!” You yelled, still holding the glass shards in your hand. Dean looked at you, his eyes filled with sadness and guilt. He had pushed you to this, this was his fault and he knew that. “I just need to say that this is all my fault. I’m an idiot who can’t control himself and ends up alone because he can’t admit he has a problem. But Y/N I love you so much, and I don’t want to be the reason that you’re in so much pain. I’ll get help, I promise. I’m glad I got to be apart of your life” he said, his low gravelly voice wavering at points. His head slowly tilted and he didn’t know what to do with his hands anymore.
You stared at him blankly for at least a full two minutes. Dean was letting himself be vulnerable, not something he did often. You took a deep breath before stepping around the mess on the floor. “Dean, trust me the only pain you give me is the occasional headache. It’s just so upsetting to see you relapse like this, but if you really want to make a change I’ll help you through this, just like I always do. Because I love you Dean” you said, comforting him. You took his arms and put them around your torso, and he quickly caught on and hugged you tightly. “I love you so much Y/N, and I’m gonna make this right. I don’t know what I would do without you” he whispered to you, kissing the top of your head between each sentence. A small smile graces your lips.
I have a headcanon that D.Va mech’s Junker paintjob was done by Junkrat so. Junkrat’s prosthetic limbs in Hana’s colors? And D.Va, Lucio, and Junkrat’s gaming nights. I mean, Junkrat probably would’ve fallen in love with Borderlands and Bulletstorm. So they would’ve gathered together once in a while to play, eat junkfood and educate Junkrat on video games.
….ok alright i just wanted to draw Junkrat in a dress.
As time moved on, you found yourself crying less. Not that it stopped hurting, but that you were wearing yourself down. Sam kept his promise, and had stayed with you two days before having to head to work. Now he checked in on you a few times a week, sometimes dropping off something for dinner.
Until he went in your fridge, and saw that you’d barely touched them. The most taken was out of the chicken and rice he had brought you- and that was only about half. Shaking his head, he let out a small sigh and grabbed a water. “Y/N?” He started, moving back to the living room. “Why aren’t you eating?” His eyes were full of concern.
“I eat.” You shrugged. “I just stop when I’m not hungry anymore.” It didn’t seem that big a deal to you.
Sam sat next to you, taking your hand in his. “We’re worried about you.” He hadn’t been hit as hard as you and Dean, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care. “RJ makes everything I bring you, ya know.” He told you softly. “Keeps asking for you to come over for games and pizza, but I keep telling her you aren’t ready. It worries her, too. You’re shutting everyone out.”
You stared at the ground. “I’m sorry, Sammy.” You sighed. “I don’t mean to.” How were you supposed to explain this to him? You could barely put your thoughts into words, let alone enough for him to understand.
“I’m here for you, and I know I was a dick for awhile there. You know the Winchester men.” He teased lightly. “Tempers, stubbornness, and…well…” He shrugged, knowing that you understood. “Look, I’ll tell Dean to come over after work. Maybe you’ll open up to him more just for the fact that he lost his best friend, and he feels that pain, too. Okay?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to block you out. I just…I don’t know where to start, or how to put this into words.” You looked up at him.
Sam kissed your forehead. “I’ll come by again soon. Maybe next time we’ll game for a bit, distract you.”
Nodding, you gave him a sad smile. “I’d like that.”