peter x sam

Little Things

Summary: little things you do with your avenger boo, and little things they enjoy or maybe even a habit

pairing: Avengers x reader

Bucky: With each and every day being a struggle for Bucky, it was nice for him to have a steady part of the day to look forward to. Being able to hold you in his arms was enough love to make his heart burst, and your version of couples bonding was typically on the battlefield. So the two of you came up with a better method of bonding, and much calmer at that. Hand in hand, both of you walk into the training room almost two hours before anyone else on the team is even awake. (This is also why everyone makes fun of you and Bucky for going to bed at 8pm) After turning on the projector, the two of you roll out your yoga mats and go along with the instructions being played out on the tv screen. Bucky typically loves to chat with you, but he’s a man of few words while he and you are waking up your bodies and enjoying one another’s silent presence. That is, until he asks you to help him stretch his legs, considering he loves the feeling of your hands working out the knots in his muscles.

Steve: Despite everything else in his life being in tip-top shape in the cleanliness department, it seemed like his shield was neglected in it all. Even after just doing training, there was a layer of grime that rested on top of it. Maybe it was just from the age of the shield, but it held onto dirt like no other. One day at training, you had picked it up to hand to Steve, and it left a film of grime on your hand. So without even telling him, you cleaned it while he was in the shower, and he damn near cried because no one had ever done something that nice for him. It just so happened that you were developing a little crush on him, which gave you a reason to carry on with this little thing. Week after week, you found yourself in his room polishing away at the patriotic shield while Steve chatted away about whatever story from his childhood had come into his mind that day. Even after the two of you ended up getting married you still find yourself cleaning the shield nightly, just with a lot more cuddling.  

Natasha: It just so happened that one afternoon you had sent her a link to a video on youtube, which she had never even heard of. Because of her curiosity, she invited you to her room and the two of you spent an entire day in bed just watching anything that popped up into her recommended. Soon enough, the two of you found time each day to just lay in bed and laugh at the stupid stuff you found. Being that she’s a major key to holding the team together, she’s pretty high strung all day. By the time that training and mission meetings are over, Nat is face down on the bed groaning about not wanting to get up for the next several years. So, it worked out having a few hours of laughter and relaxation with the woman you loved most. Making a habit out of cuddling with her wasn’t so hard either.

Sam: One afternoon, he’d come home from a weeks long mission and simply wanted a dance. Even if that meant you were in your pajamas, with your hair in a lopsided bun; he still wanted his hands around your waist with music flowing into both of your ears. Considering the fact that he was always with Steve, he’d began to adopt some of the older music that spangly pants always listened to. With the slow Bing Crosby song playing, the two of you swayed in your small apartment’s kitchen. Soon you found yourself in the same kitchen, every morning, with hooded eyes, just loving on each other with music going and the sun shining. The only things that changed were the ring that came to stay on your finger, and the baby bump that temporarily prevented you from standing too close to your husband, but you still managed to get that dance in.

Peter: Being the fact that you both are broke college students, whenever Tony offers new and exciting things the two of you are at the compound within an hour. Most of the time when Tony calls it’s about missions and what not, but when Peter’s new video games come in, it’s a whole different conversation. You and Peter pack up, and head to the compound for a weekend vacation. Traditionally, you order 6 boxes of pizza and pick them up on the way, and stop to get some beer with whatever cash y’all have left. For the next three days the two of you cuddle, drink, and have a genuine time with one another. This little tradition even continued as far as your honeymoon when you both realized that instead of being on a beach, you just wanted to be in one another’s arms in front of the tv for a weekend.

Clint: The team seemed to have practice for what felt like 12 hours of the day, every day. By the time they were done, Clint’s arrows were all dull from sticking into the various rubber dummies that were in the training room. So you took it upon yourself to sharpen whatever arrows you could find while he was in a meeting, considering you knew he had a stash hidden somewhere. Just the thought of him sneaking around pulling arrows from random places made you giggle as you were sharpening the arrows. Clint was so smitten when he saw you sitting there in the living room, surrounded by his weapon of choice. Needless to say, it became a friday night routine for the two of you to watch movies and sharpen away at his arrows.

T’Challa: All things aside, running a country was the most over exerting task he’s ever had to do. It’s no surprise that he forgets to do something as simple as getting a good meal in the morning before running all over the place for council meetings and Avengers business. Despite trying to remind him every morning, T’Challa would claim he was running late and would run out before you could get another word in. Being the helpful wife you are, you began to pack little snacks for him in his briefcase that he was using for the day. Not only would you put small bags of goldfish, you’d write notes reminding him that he’s doing an amazing job at managing a country and still being a great husband. These little things only made him more excited to come home and love on you each and every day.

Bruce: Despite being a brilliant man with amazing abilities in the lab, his handwriting is horrific. When it came time to look at his lab notes for what he did that day, it was all in shambles with shitty little drawings next to it. You’d been extremely bored one day because of an injury that left you on the sidelines, until you realized a little thing that you could be doing. Bruce’s notebook was full of extra papers that needed to be scrapped, and once you got through them you found the detailed pages and notes of breakthrough technology that him and Stark had come up with. With a new notebook, you began to neatly re-write all of the directions and ideas that accumulated in Bruce’s mind over the past few months. Even when you were cleared to be back on the battlefield again, you still found yourself in the lab on late nights, sitting with Bruce and writing new notes.

So much fanfiction to read, so little time

Originally posted by lovelikewar22

Requested By Anon


Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has invited Tony, Clint.

Y/N: Do you ever wonder if you’re not real?

Y/N: What if we’re just movie characters?

Y/N: What if we’re comic book characters?

Y/N: WHAT IF PIETRO DIED BECAUSE THE DIRECTOR NEEDED SOMETHING TO SHOCK THE VIEWERS? WHY DID HE DIE? I’VE BEEN THINKING, HE COULD HAVE JUST CAUGHT ALL THE DAMN BULLETS ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Tony: WHAT IF YOU CALM DOWN FOR A SECOND?!

Tony: We are real.

Clint: Stop spending so much time with Wade. He’s not good for you.

Y/N: But Wade has a point!

Y/N: I swear…  When I helped Wade track down Francis, at one point I saw words floating in the air… Subtitles? Credits?

Clint: Y/N, SNAP OUT OF IT. WE. ARE. REAL.

Y/N: OMG WHAT IF THIS IS FANFICTION LIKE THE TYPE I READ ON TUMBLR

Tony: You have Tumblr? What’s your blog? I’ll follow you.

Clint: WHO DO THE TUMBLR PEOPLE SHIP ME WITH

Y/N: Oh my god. I… Am… Different people? DEPENDING ON WHO’S READING

Tony has added Wade.

Tony: WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N?! THEY’RE BROKEN!

Wade: I just revealed the truth. Helped them realize. Hello, readers. How are you? Looking beautiful as always.

Clint: I’m starting to see it too…

Tony: See what?!

Clint: I HAVE NO BODY I AM JUST WORDS

Wade: I once had no body. When I blew myself up.

Y/N: AT LEAST YOU’RE ONE PERSON

Wade: Ohhhh this is great. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

Nat has joined the chat.

Nat: Why is Clint panicking? I can’t understand what he’s saying.

Y/N: WE’RE NOT REAL

Y/N: THIS EXPLAINS WHY CLINT HAS A FARM!

Clint: WHERE IS MY FARM ALL I SEE IS WORDS AND SOMEONE LOOKING AT ME FROM ABOVE WHO ARE YOU

Clint: They’re kinda cute.

Wade: Kinda? No. VERY cute.

Y/N: THAT’S ME

Clint: WHAT

Tony: Nat, get them to calm down.

Tony: Wade, FIX THIS.

Tony has added Bruce.

Tony: Please get a sedative for Clint and Y/N.

Bruce: Fourth wall breaking? I thought it was a myth!

Wade: I am living proof. I have been trying to show you people but do you ever listen to me?

Bruce: This is amazing! My theory is true, then!

Tony: Oh not you too.

Nat: Clint is lying on the floor. I don’t know what to do. He won’t calm down. It’s like he can’t see anything but his phone.

Y/N: Who am I? WHY IS MY NAME Y/N?

Clint: IS IT PRONOUNCED “YIN” OR “WHY SLASH EN???!?” WHAT DO I CALL YOU

Y/N: WHAT DO I CALL MYSELF

Tony: Wade. I am going to kill you.

Bruce: He can’t die.

Bruce: But if what’s happening is true, I’ll just ask the author to kill him.

Wade: I’ll just ask Clint to kill you.

Bruce: Clint can’t kill me nor would he even try.

Wade: Hahahahahaahahaahahahahahahahaha good one.

Wade has left the chat.

Clint: I see so many capitalized words. This is hell.

Clint: I hear music WHERE IS IT COMING FROM

Y/N: Don’t worry, it’s just the Author listening to music while typing this.

Nat: I can hear music too…

Tony: nO NOT YOU TOO NAT

Bruce: I must document everything! THIS IS SO EXCITING!

Tony: Bruce. Brucie. Our green rage monster. Can you fangirl over science another time?

Bruce: I’m sorry Tony, but this is so rare! Who knows when this will be requested again?

Tony: Requested…?

Bruce: Interesting. You’re unaffected. Either the Author chose this or your big ego is serving as a wall against it.

Tony: BRUCE

Bruce: It’s true though.

Tony: …Yeah.

Nat: Why is my name Nat in all the chats?!

Y/N: WELCOME TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FOURTH WALL. WE HAVE CONFUSION

Clint: WHY IS NAT TAKING THIS BETTER THAN ME

Nat has changed Nat to Natasha.

Y/N: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

Steve has joined the chat.

Steve: What’s going on? I’m seeing floating words… Sam is talking to someone called the Reader?

Bruce: Interesting. The more Nat, Clint and Y/N notice and change things, the more the “fourth wall” breaks. Soon our world will cease to be. All will be left is the Chat and our painful awareness of it.

Tony: Can we stop it?!

Bruce: I don’t know… This is different from what Wade experiences. He’s aware but this is… something else.

Y/N: WHY WAS I NOT IN THE CIVIL WAR MOVIE?!? RUDE

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: I feel you.

Pietro has left the chat.

Natasha: Wait… If Pietro died… How is he alive now?

Clint: Avengers Chatroom: Inquisitive. He was resurrected there with no mention of how. Ever since then he’s been appearing even though the chats aren’t connected aside for some references.

Bruce: AMAzing YES CLINT TELL ME MORE

Clint: what the… Calm down.

Bruce: Sorry… I’m just so excited! You’re entering the other chats!

Bucky has joined the chat.

Bucky: Why am I not paired with Y/N?

Steve: This is a crackfic gone wrong.

Y/N: DO YOU READ FANFICTION, STEVE

Y/N: HUH?!

Tony: Can you all just STOP TALKING AND LET ME THINK?! Do any of you not understand how bad this is?! We need to fix it!

Y/N: you know what’s weird?

Clint: What?

Y/N: Soon we’ll have two Sherlocks. Tony is one as he’s played by RDJ. Benedict is going to be Dr. Strange. Maybe then the mystery of WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO PEPPER POTTS can finally be solved.

Clint: OMG

Tony has added Thor, Vision.

Tony: Are you two being effected by the fourth wall breaking?

Vision: No. Everything is normal for us.

Thor: We are too mighty to be effected.

Natasha: Or maybe you’re just not worthy.

Thor: We are worthy!

Y/N: … Do you think we can change the plot to make ourselves be worthy now?

Natasha: Exactly what I was thinking!

Thor: NO LADY NATASHA, GIVE ME BACK MJOLNIR!

Natasha: NO, THE AUTHOR DEEMS ME WORTHY!

Tony: Can I be worthy too?

Natasha: No.

Natasha: Farewell, I’m off to rule Asgard!

Thor: LADY NATASHA PLEASE

Thor: DO NOT DO THIS

Natasha: I’m kidding, Thor.

Thor: I knew that…

Y/N: No you didn’t.

Tony: Vision, any ideas on how we can stop this?

Vision: Perhaps we contact this Author that everyone is mentioning?

Tony: Right, but how?

Vision: I have an idea. I will tell you in person.

Bucky: DON’T TAKE AWAY OUR FUN

Tony: What fun?! Clint almost lost his mind! Our world is breaking apart, or at least for you guys. Those of us who aren’t experiencing this will be fine. Do you want me to leave you as just a pile of words?! And of course, our dear Captain isn’t doing anything about this. Just leave it to one of the geniuses to solve, right?

Steve: Dang, Tony. You really need to calm down.

Tony: I AM CALM

Steve: …

Y/N: Dang son!

Clint: Dang, language!

Y/N: Dang, I can do this all day!

Clint:  He’s my friend, dang!

Y/N: Well dang, it’s been a long day.

Clint: Dang, Bucky?!

Natasha: You know… If Bucky wasn’t wearing his goggles when I shot him, he would have died.

Steve: It’s a good thing Hydra takes fashion so seriously.

Bucky: I thought they dressed me like that to hide my identity and for protection?

Natasha: You looked like you were modelling!

Steve: That walk…

Natasha: And the hair!

Y/N: another movie I was not in!

Clint: Me too :(

Tony has added The Author.

Tony: Hi there. Please fix this.

The Author: Nah

Tony: PLEASE

The Author: Kidding! The chat’s not over YET though so in a bit.

Tony: Wait, prove that you’re actually “the author”!

The Author: … How?

Tony: OH YOU KNOW HOW

Y/N: What is happening nOW

Natasha: Good question.

Bruce: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY BROUGHT THE AUTHOR HERE, TONY. HOW DID YOU MANAGE THIS?!

Tony: I’m waiting.

The Author: I’m sorry, Steve.

Steve: What?

Steve: My name is Steven Grant Rogers and I sometimes watch Bucky while he sleeps. He looks so peaceful. Safe. I tear up. Every time. My precious Bucky.

Bucky: WHAT IS THIS

Tony: MORE!

Natasha: Not surprising.

Thor: I am shocked…

Steve: MY SERUM BRINGS ALL THE HYDRA TO THE BASE AND THEY’RE LIKE, DANG Mission Report: December 16th, 1991.

Vision: … I think I heard Wanda calling me.

Vision has left the chat.

Steve: Please, no more!

The Author: BLAME TONY

Tony: … MORE MORE MORE!

Steve: ONE TIME WHEN NATASHA WASN’T AROUND I PRETENDED TO BE HER JUST TO FEEL WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SUCH A BADASS BUT THEN BRUCE WALKED IN AND I JUST WHISPERED… “HEY BIG GUY.” I WAS TOO IN CHARACTER. IT WAS TOO LATE. I HAD SAID IT. AND WINKED.

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: And you’re very out of character now.

Natasha: I’m going to pretend none of this happened.

Bucky: With you on that.

Bucky has left the chat.

Natasha has left the chat.

Bruce: The hulk is suffering from second hand embarrassment.

Bruce has left the chat. 

Thor: Steve… Did you really do that?

Steve: Of course not! I’m being controlled to say all of this.

Tony: I think that’s enough now, thank you. You’ve made my life. I can die in peace.

Tony: Can you fix this now?

The Author: It’s fixed.

Tony: it was that easy, really?!

The Author: I AM The Author.

Steve: Are you sure you’re a genius, Tony?

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: DANG STEVE

Clint: DANG STEVE

Steve: REALLY? THE AUTHOR TOO?!

The Author: ily

Steve: What?

The Author: What?

Y/N: Same

Clint: Can I name the chat?!

Tony: No! I want to name it, “Tony Stark Is Amazing and Hot.”

Steve: Why don’t we let the reader name it?

The Author: Good idea. What would you like to name it?

Clint: Why can’t I name it?

Steve: We all know why.

The Author: Well, dang. I should go. This turned out crazier than expected. Thank you for reading. I think you’re wonderful. ily <3. Bye!

The Author has left the chat.

Clint: Y/N

Y/N: CLINT

Clint: Let’s go abuse our fourth wall breaking power before we lose it!

Y/N: Good idea!

Steve: No! That is a bad idea!

Clint: WHAT WAS THAT STEVE? WE CAN’T HEAR YOU

Steve: YOU ARE READING THIS

Clint: I’M DEAF

Clint has left the chat.

Y/N has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Tony: This will be fun to witness.

Tony has left the chat.

Thor: What is going on with these midgardians?

Thor has left the chat.

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam has added Wanda, Scott, T’Challa, Peter.

Sam: I told you! I was right.

Wanda: This explains why Clint and Y/N were acting so strange.

T’Challa: But aren’t you, Y/N?

Wanda: Me?

T’Challa: No. Not you.

Peter: So if they’re Y/N… Can we just address them as Y/N to make it easier?

Scott: Can I just say, Y/N, it is so great to finally meet you!

Scott: Even though I can’t actually meet you, there’s a screen separating us.

Scott: But it is an honor.

Scott: I think you’re a lovely person.

Scott: Wow.

Sam: Man, stop fangirling. You’re going to scare them away! But yeah, we think you’re pretty amazing.

Wanda: I think I love you? Is that too much?

Sam: Me?

T’Challa: No, she means the reader.

Peter: Denied.

T’Challa: You are always welcome to Wakanda if you can find a way to come to this side.

Peter: Are you smiling? I hope you are.

Scott: STOP FLIRTING THEY COULD BE OLDER THAN YOU

Peter: I’m not flirting! They just have a really beautiful smile!

Wanda: We should go now.

T’Challa: I agree. We hope you have a lovely day… Or night. This is really confusing to me.

Scott: We can’t tell because we’re in here.

Sam: Goodbye, Y/N!

Sam has left the chat.

Wanda has left the chat.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Peter has left the chat.

Scott: I REALLY THINK YOU’RE GREAT

Scott has left the chat.

It'll Last Longer (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One-Shot

It’ll Last Longer: It’ll Last Longer -
After being gifted a Polaroid camera, Bucky becomes infatuated with taking pictures. Reader finds out that Bucky likes to take pictures of her, leading them to discovering Bucky’s camera kink.

A/N: BOI I HOPE YALL HAVE HOLY WATER LMAO. I may or may not have gotten carried away with this one, but here it is! Pls excuse any errors or misspelling I get too excited when writing! ENJOY! ❤ -Delilah

(Warnings: Graphic details of sex and sex acts, Nude photography, Minor fluff, Kink shaming. Come-play. Minor humiliation.)

When Steve brought Bucky to the tower for the first time, you were curious about him. He was a bit reclusive. When you held out your hand for him to shake, he stared at it as if it were some kind of deadly insect. The man hardly looked at you more than twice after that. Steve assured you that Bucky did like you, it was just going to take some time for him to get used to being around females.

“He hasn’t seen a dame that wasn’t running for their life since back in the day,” he explained.

You understood completely, figuring if you just gave the poor guy some distance, he’d come around at some point. It was only the first day, so it was no big deal. You made sure to give him a smile each time you saw him and even exchanged good mornings at breakfast. It took a while, but he began coming out of his shell bit by bit.

However, nine months into his stay at the tower, Bucky still wasn’t ready to go on missions yet.

There were days when he was stuck at the tower by himself with absolutely nothing to do. He watched movies on Netflix, worked out in the magnificent gym, and even tried drawing like Steve did. But the boredom was becoming unbearable. That’s when Steve took it upon himself to get his best friend a hobby.

“What is this?” Bucky asks, curiously fiddling with the device in his hands.

“It’s a camera. Y/N used to have one growing up, so I figured you’d like it.”

Steve took the camera from his friend’s hands and turned it towards him. After a bright flash, the mechanical sound of the picture printing made Bucky’s eyes widen with shock. They watched as the small Polaroid picture ejected from the camera.

“Holy shit!” he gawked.

“Language, Buck.” Steve laughed and tossed the camera back to him.

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The camera became Bucky’s new obsession.

He began snapping pictures of small things at first. He got ones of the birds as they flew over the roof of the tower, he got some of Steve as he polished his shield in the armory, and he even managed to get some of Tony’s suits in his lab.

As time went on, and he came out of his shell bit by bit, he began taking pictures of the team
(with their permission of course.).

Everyone had gotten used to the small mechanical sounds of his Polaroid camera. He had a small collection of his team mates covering the walls of his room.

The ones of Sam consisted of the man doing everyday things like playing video games or singing along to Marvin Gaye. His favorite was the one he snapped of him wearing his wings right before a mission. His back was turned, the lighting casting a shadow over the mechanical wings, making it look like it belonged in some action movie poster.

The ones of Nat were mostly of her outside. He thought the sun made her hair look fiery and complimented her skin perfectly. He got some of her lounging by the pool as she read a book. Some were of her doing yoga on one of the mats by a large window in the gym. His favorite was the one he took a couple weeks ago; she and Steve were at the park and he managed to catch a photo of them kissing secretively. Bucky still smiles every time he sees it.

The ones of Clint consist of the archer doing the dorkiest things. There were far too many ones of him aiming one of his arrows at one of the team members, making silly faces behind their backs. There was some of him playing guitar hero dramatically and even one of him trying to balance a vast amount of graham crackers on his forehead; that one was Bucky’s personal favorite.

The ones he got of Wanda, usually Vision was there with her, and so he just combined the two of theirs into one section in his room. Most of their pictures consisted of them cooking in the kitchen (Vision finally learned how to properly make paprika!) with the two covered in flour and laughing. There was some of Vision by himself, putting together the many puzzles he owned or helping Tony in the lab. The ones of Wanda consisted of the woman sculpting clay with her powers (which became a hobby of her own.) and covered in various colors of paint from head to toe.

Somehow, he was able to get some selfies from Thor when he came down from Asgard. He got some of the demi god placing his hammer on Steve’s shield with Steve struggling underneath it. His favorite was the one he got of him calling Heimdall to open the portal.

The ones of Tony were almost always from afar. He still wasn’t comfortable with the man just yet, but that didn’t stop him from snapping a few pics of him as he tinkered away in his garage. And he has one of the men secretly playing the grand piano in his basement. He made sure to hide that one.

Out of all the pictures he had in his room, he found that the ones of you took up the most space. And for a totally valid reason. Bucky would take it to the grave if he had to.

He was a little bit obsessed with you. Just a little bit.

Some of the pictures of you consisted of you working out. He found you the most beautiful when you simply weren’t trying to be. Your eyebrows were drawn together in focus, your hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail, and you were completely unaware of your natural beauty. The other half were of you in your combat suit before a mission. There was something about your pre-mission aura that made you look amazing. You were standing next to Steve during a mission briefing, your eyes were focused on the paper in front of you. There were some of you doing your make up in the mirror of your bedroom, your hair in rollers as you applied a coat of mascara that you really didn’t need.

On top of all that, Bucky Barnes had a secret that nobody knew. He had an entire separate collection of Polaroids of you hidden in a small box underneath his bed and they were for his own eyes only. Steve had been the only one to notice that majority of the pictures Bucky took of you were ones in which you were wearing less clothing than usual. He nearly had a heart attack when the blond brought it up one day. But being the pure, wholesome soul Steve was, Bucky was able to argue that the pictures were taken in the summertime.

In the hidden box, there were various photos.

Some were of you in the swimming pool, wearing your bikini. The first picture was your breasts, he didn’t even bother to get your face into the shot. It was the first day of summer and it was your day off. The next picture was taken seconds later, but the shot was of your ass as you reached for the beer Nat was handing you. The material of the bottoms hugged around your curves amazingly, how could he not snap a picture?

The third photo was the main source of Bucky’s masturbating material, as it was a photo of you lying on one of the lounge chairs. The position Bucky was in gave him a perfect view of your clothed crotch. Your feet were planted on the chair, giving him the opportunity to snap the picture and slip it into his back pocket.

There was a second group of pictures from the one time the power went out during a thunderstorm, causing everything to shut down, even the water. Luckily for him, you were in the middle of a shower and had to step out into the common room wearing only a towel. He just HAD to get a picture of that. There were only two: One of you sitting on one of the stools. He purposely chose to sit on the couch to get a view of your slightly open legs, but alas, you crossed them as soon as he sat. The second one was of you crossing your arms over your chest, unknowingly causing your breasts to push up.

The third stack was taken during a Halloween party that Tony was throwing. You decided to come dressed up a Little Red Riding Hood, wearing a rather revealing corset and skirt that showed off your legs. The entire night, Bucky stealthily followed you around, snapping picture after picture of you. There were some that he was able to get up your skirt as you re crossed your legs or bent over. He got some of your breasts as you leaned over the pool table and some of your mouth as you bit into one of the candy apples Wanda made. Steve couldn’t figure out why Bucky was grinning like an idiot as he walked back to his room after the party. To sum it up, Bucky had a very good time in his room that night.

There was the downside of it all, though.

Bucky was taking inappropriate pictures of you without your permission. When it all came down to it, he was technically a peeping tom. It was wrong, but he couldn’t find it in him to stop, not matter how perverted it was. It was almost like an addiction. He longed to finally get a picture of you completely exposed and vulnerable. It was his biggest fantasy.

But honestly, he would be terrified if you somehow ever found out about his little perverted game.

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Tony was perhaps the dumbest smart person you’ve ever known.

One of the greatest minds in the twenty first century, somehow managed to ‘accidentally’ cause a malfunction in one of his suits, causing it to exploded in his workshop. The same workshop that was right next to the giant air conditioning unit, causing the entire tower’s air conditioning to go out in the middle of July.

You were in the common area, trying to read one of your beloved Harry Potter books, despite the scorching heat coming from outside. You tried to go swimming, but that only made it worse, hence the sun was still directly beaming on you. Giving up, you toweled off and plopped onto the couch, flipping through your book.

After a while of flipping through the book, you got the sudden feeling of someone watching you. It was probably nothing, as you were the only person on the floor. You focused back on the words of your book, scanning the paragraph for the place you left off.

No matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it never went away. In fact, it only got stronger. Glancing up from your book, you caught the sight of Bucky Barnes watching you intently from the small kitchen area. The way he was positioned, the average person wouldn’t have been able to spot him, but you had grown used to his stealth.

Setting your book down, you gave him a smile. How long had he been there? Bucky was a pretty cool guy from your encounters, but this was creeping you out a bit. He blinked a few times, before pretending to do something. Unsure of how else to handle the situation, you went back to your book, ignoring the intense gaze from the kitchen.

After finishing your book, you closed it and rolled onto your back. The bikini top you wore tightened around your chest, but you couldn’t find yourself to care the slightest bit. You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You really, really, missed the air conditioning.

For the second time that day, you felt the feeling of being watched creep its way into your mind. The sound of footsteps alerted you that you weren’t alone in the living room any more.

“Why don’t you take a picture, Barnes?” you tease, smirking. “It’ll last longer.”

Turning your head to the side, you caught the sight of Bucky peering down at you from behind the couch. In his hand was the small Polaroid camera you’d seen quite a bit. Trailing your eyes down his body, you noticed how handsome he was. Those darn super soldiers…

“I already have some of you,” his voice is soft, yet reluctant. Each one of his words were chosen carefully, you could sense it. “You’re just…very photogenic. I can’t help but admire.”

You’ve been called a lot of things by past boyfriends and lovers. Hot, sexy, etc.; but there was something about being called photogenic by Bucky that made your heart flutter and a blush break out on your cheeks. You sat up, propping yourself on your elbows.

“Photogenic?” you ask. He nods, eyes trailing down your body. “That’s one I haven’t heard before.” It was meant as a joke, but you both knew it was the truth.

“If it’s alright with you,” he says, holding the camera up for you to see. “Can I….take some pictures of you?”

The question catches you off guard.

You knew he took some snaps of you now and then, but he was technically asking you for a photoshoot now. You knew he wouldn’t post them or anything – he barely could operate the remote for the TV.

“Alright,” you say, standing and walking over to him. “Where do you want me?”

xxxxxxxxxxxxx
It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

You were in the pool, floating around on the Clint’s little duck floaty as Bucky snapped picture after picture of you. It was almost as if you were some A-list celebrity. You felt like Marilyn Monroe without the extra craziness that came along with it. It was flattering, to say the least.

“Is this okay?” you asked him as you took a sip from your beer.

“It’s perfect,” he says, snapping another picture. “You look gorgeous.”

He looked like a kid at Christmas. Maybe he was just excited that someone had took an interest in his hobby? He always got that way when Steve asked him about his pictures.

After a couple of hours, you began to grow tired. The beaming sun on your body mixed with your hands turning wrinkly were draining you and Bucky had run out of film. He had used an entire roll; scattered all around him from his lap and onto the concrete were pictures of you.

“You said you had more of those,” you mention, peering up at him. He hums a yes while taking a sip of his own beer. You can’t help but stare at his jawline. Man, you could cut diamonds on that thing. “Can you show me?” His eyes light up at your words.

“Anything for you, doll.” He grins, setting the beer down and helping you out of the pool.

You’d always wanted to see this so called collection that Steve talked about. He said that Bucky had a whole wall dedicated
to it. You had to see this for yourself.

Bucky’s room wasn’t as dark and gloomy as you thought it would be. In fact, it was pretty well decorated.

The first thing you caught was the Polaroid’s, which covered an entire wall. You gaped, standing in front of it. There were pictures of everyone doing all sorts of things.

You saw one taken on Sam’s birthday; Clint had smashed some cake into his face. You saw another taken of Peter, who was dangling upside down on a web, grinning at the camera. You giggled when you saw one of Nat as she was angrily swatting at the camera, her face covered in a facial mask. There was even one of Vision giving the camera a thumbs up as he stirred whatever he was cooking.

But the one that caught your eye the most was a peculiar one on his desk. If you hadn’t of glanced there, you wouldn’t have noticed it in the first place. Moving the random book that covered half of it, you held it up so that you could get a better look.

And you weren’t sure if you should’ve done that.

It was a Polaroid of you a couple months back. You had spilled a glass of soda on your white sleeping shirt during movie night and your nipples were almost visible through the material.

Thinking back to that night, you remembered that there wasn’t anyone else in the kitchen with you either. How did he even get that pi-
Before you could react, Bucky snatched the Polaroid from your hand and held it behind his back defensively.

“What…how did….why?” you stuttered. If he’d taken one picture like this, there surely must’ve been more, right? He was far too skilled when it came to it.

Bucky stared down at the floor shamefully.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he says quietly. You frown.

“Find out what?” You ask, glancing back at the photos. “That you’re taking perverted pictures of me?”

“That’s not what this is, I swear!” he cried. “I like you, Y/N. A lot, actually. I didn’t know how to approach you. I’m not used to being around…women.”

“But Nat…”

“Nat’s well….she’s Nat,” he says with a nervous chuckle. One that he immediately stops when he sees your eyes grow colder. “She’s not really a traditional dame, if you catch my drift. She’s like one of the guys.”

You had no idea what to say. You were frustrated, not because you were embarrassed, but because somehow, deep in that dirty little mind of yours, you found this to be the sweetest thing. But you couldn’t figure out if it was because it was Bucky, or because it was the situation. You were utterly confused.

You stood in front of Bucky, holding the picture in your hands. 

“This has got to be the creepiest…” you began. His face fell into a frown. “….cutest thing anyone has ever done for me, Bucky.” You placed the picture back into his hand and placed a small kiss on his lips.

“What do you say we take some more? Maybe without all these clothes on?”

His eyes nearly shot out of his head at how wide they were. You watched his face as you reached behind your back and slowly undid the bikini top and dropped it onto the floor. His mouth fell open at the sight of your bare chest. You licked your lips before crashing them onto his. His hands felt their way to your hips, hooking underneath the bottoms of your bikini and tugging them down your thighs forcefully. Once he rid them from you, he gave your behind a playful swat. You moaned into his mouth. He pulled away, staring down at you with darkened eyes. This was far better than any picture he could’ve taken.

“C’mere,” he says, gently pushing you back onto the bed. He picked your legs and spread them wide, setting both your feet on the bed. You felt so exposed and it was the hottest thing you’ve experienced so far. You rested your hands on your stomach as you patiently waited for Bucky. The sound of clicking was the only thing audible as he replaced the film in his camera.

“Okay, doll,” his Brooklyn accent now, and it sent a wave of arousal to your core.

You picked your head up and peer up at him. He held the camera in his hands, but his eyes were glued between your legs. You could feel yourself dripping onto the comforter, just imagine how it must’ve looked to Bucky.

He cleared his throat before looking back into your eyes. “Can you spread your legs for me?” he asks.

You can’t help but giggle at how chivalrous he was even when he was horny. You nod, spreading your legs farther apart, giving him a full view of your pussy. You could hear his breath stutter, he cursed under his breath.

“Like this?” you ask innocently, sliding your hand down your body until your fingers are resting on your lips, spreading them apart. Bucky lets out a small groan at the sight and nods.

“That’s perfect, angel.” He says, looking into the camera and pressing the little red button on the side. You watched as the picture slipped out of the camera and onto Bucky’s hand. Setting it on the dresser, he turned back to you with a grin.

“You look so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he says, leaning down and pecking your lips. “Can you try something else for me?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, darling.” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but you couldn’t help it. You were being showered with affection and compliments, you were lost in Bucky at the moment. 

Bucky held the camera with his flesh hand and brought his metal one to your mouth. His fingers brushed your bottom lip, running along the pink flesh. “Can you get these nice and wet for me, sweetie?” you groan at the nickname and take two of his fingers into your mouth, lapping them up with your tongue.

Bucky watched you as you did, licking his lips hungrily. Pulling them out, he leaned forward and pecked your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

Leaning back between your legs, he slowly ran his fingers along the slit of your core, making sure your lips were spread. He placed the camera between your legs and pressed red the button again.

“Fuck,” you whispered. His metal fingers were cold, but you didn’t mind. They felt amazing.
You began grinding your hips into them, eager for some kind of friction. Bucky smiled down at you, one that showed nothing but pure admiration.

“You want my fingers, honey? Is that it?” he asks. You nod furiously.

“Please, Bucky.” Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head when he inserted his first finger into you. But it wasn’t nearly enough. You needed more.

Placing the camera back between your legs, he added another finger; earning a moan from you. Clicking the red button, you let out another moan as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. You grabbed onto his arms, spreading your legs even wider.

“Oh my god,” you whimper. His fingers began creating an obscene sound as they entered you over and over again. It was so damn filthy, but you fucking loved it.

Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his fingers from your dripping core, making you whine.

“We’re not done yet, doll,” he says. He placed the camera on the bed and slowly pulled the black boxers he wore down. You watched as they traveled down his toned thighs until they were nothing more than a heap of material on the floor.

He gripped his member in his flesh hand and slowly began pumping himself as he stared down at you. That’s when you got the brightest idea. Reaching beside you, you grabbed the camera and aimed it at Bucky and pressed the little red button. You turned the camera towards you and held the Polaroid in your fingers. You couldn’t see his face, but you could had a perfect view of his cock, leaking precum onto his hand. Smiling innocently, you placed the picture on the dresser.

“Y/N,” he smiled. “Did you just….?”

You reached forward and pulled him on top of you. You threaded your fingers in his hair and crashed his mouth onto yours. He let out a moan into the kiss, licking inside your mouth with his tongue. He tasted so damn good, just like you knew he would.

Your legs found themselves wrapped around his waist and you could feel him sliding across your heat. You reached down between the two of you and gripped his member, guiding it to your entrance.

“Not so fast, sugar,” he teased, reaching for the camera. He leaned back, aiming the camera between your bodies. He gripped himself once again and slid the head of his cock against your dripping hole. You threw your head back, letting out a cry of pleasure. You ached for him, yet he tortured you. It wasn’t fair.

The sound of the camera snapping pulled you back to reality.

"Bucky,” you hissed. “Enough already. Just fuck me!” He chuckled with amusement.

He slowly pressed the head inside of you, stretching your walls farther than they’ve ever been. It hurt, but it was amazing. His head fell onto your shoulder and he let out a shaky breath. He pulled out all the way and peered down between the two of you. The sight of his cock covered in your juices nearly made you orgasm right then.

Without telling you, he slammed his hips into yours, making you scream out in both pain and pleasure. His thrusts were brutal, causing the bed to slam against the wall. You wrapped your arms around him. His mouth found its way to your shoulder, biting gently onto the flesh. He felt so fucking good, you felt like you could cry.

Shifting his weight onto his knees, Bucky pulled your legs over his waist and began thrusting harder into your abused hole. Your head fell back onto the bed, you could feel your clit rubbing against his abdomen in such delicious way.

It was all too much for you. Your heart was hammering inside your chest, your body was trembling with pleasure. Bucky’s hands began kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples softly. He let out a loud groan as he felt the head of his cock hit your cervix. The sound of your skin hitting his filled the room, along with your screams.

“Bucky,” you cried. "I’m gonna come!”

He let out a shaky laugh, amused at how much you loved this, before grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He gently sucked on your neck, nibbling into the delicate flesh.

You let out a scream as your orgasm ripped through your body. You dragged your nails down Bucky’s back, making him let out a gasp. His thrusts are becoming sloppy, you can feel him trembling against your body, but you’re too out of it to even care. You just came your brains out.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He growled into your ear. “Im gonna come.”

You gently pushed him away from you, he let out a whine. Placing a kiss on his cheek, you force him to stand. You kneel in front of him, opening your mouth for him.

Taking the hint, he grabbed the camera and aimed it at you, while pumping himself curiously with his metal hand.
He’s chanting your name over and over, thrusting into his fist and its the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. You can’t wait to taste him.

“FUCK Y/N!” He shouts, his orgasm ripping through him.

You lean closer as he coats ribbon after ribbon of come onto your mouth and breasts. It was a lot, far more than any of the few guys you’ve been with could produce. He tasted sweeter than them, too. You licked your lips, gathering some of it with your tongue.

You looked up at Bucky innocently, smiling at him.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, Y/N.” he breathes. He lifted the camera and aimed it at you. With a nod, you smile seductively as he clicked the little red button.

Tossing the camera onto the bed, he helped you up from the floor and set you on his bed. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he ran to the bathroom. You could hear the faint sound of a faucet running. He made his way back to you, a small washcloth in hand and a sheepish smile on his lips.

He gently wiped your face, making sure nothing was left, before making his way to your chest.

“Y/N,” he says, breaking the silence. Your eyes met his.

“Yes, Bucky?” The corners of his mouth twitched at the sound of his name coming from your mouth.

“I love you.” You can’t fight the grin that spreads on your face.

“I know,” you say, placing a kiss on his lips. “I love you, too.”

-FIN.

Bucky adjusting to the modern world would include... (Headcanon)

Request: NOT REQUESTED.

Summary: You help Bucky Barnes adjust to the modern world and it’s adorable.

Word count: 463

Warnings: None

A/N: Bucky Barnes will be the death of me.

Originally posted by marvel-dirtbag

Visiting numerous museums where he could read about himself and the good life he lived
Little kids gazing in awe at Bucky as they innocently touch his metal arm and bombard him with questions about his life
Kid: “Mr Bucky, Sir, what was the war like?”
Kid: “How did you survive the fall?”
Kid: “Why did you kill lots of people?”
Bucky becoming anxious because he isn’t able to handle and/or answer all their questions
Having to take over and steer Bucky away from the growing crowd as he starts to break down
Bucky constantly feeling bad that you have to go home early because of his anxiety.
You: “Buck, let’s get home. I only wanted to see the parts about you anyway.”
Spending hours in department stores as Bucky marvels at all of the new technology
Bucky walking around the shop with an abundance of VERY expensive items in his arms so he can show them to you
Worker: “Sir, if you wouldn’t mind putting those items down.”
Bucky constantly receiving dirty looks from shop assistants as he touches everything a little too roughly
Worker: “Sir, please put that down! Oh lord…. Security!?!”
Bucky managing to rip security wires tied to expensive products wayyyyy too many times
Having to desperately explain to the police he didn’t try and steal the £10,000 product, he was just looking
You: “Officer, look it’s not that big of a deal, I’m sure it happens all the time”
Policeman: “Not. Once.”
Setting up Snapchat for Bucky
Walking into the kitchen every day and finding Bucky and Steve going through all of the filters
Bucky whipping out the dog filter at every inappropriate moment
Bucky arguing with Tony about how he’s still masculine despite wanting to look like an adorable puppy 99.9% of the time
Bucky: “At least I don’t hide in a tin can!”
Tony: “At least magnets don’t attach themselves to my arm when I open the fridge because there’s certainly nothing ‘manly’ about that either!”
Bucky loving to go to aquariums
Bucky: “Y/N! Y/N!!! Look at the colourful fish! Y/N you’re not looking at the pretty fish!”
Bucky freaking out when you tell him you’ve organised a trip to an aquarium where he can feed the sharks
You: “Bucky! Don’t lean in so far! Sharks still bite in the 21st century!”
Buck freaking out, even more, when you organise an outing at the zoo where he’ll be able to feed the penguins
Bucky: “You’re joking, right? Penguins! OMP.”
You: “It’s 'OMG’, Bucky.”
Bucky: “Oh no, I meant Oh My Penguins, I’m hoping it’ll catch on!”
Bucky wanting to constantly to go back and see the penguins
Bucky: “Can we buy one?”
You: “No, Bucky they live in zoos.”
Bucky: “Can we buy a zoo then?”


A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN and constructive criticism is appreciated!

When They Realized They Loved You

Bucky: He was at one of his weakest moments, having just woken up from a nightmare with an earth shattering yell. Within moments you were there in his doorway, asking if you could come in. Keep in mind, the two of you had just become acquaintances since he moved into the Avengers Compound. So you were cautious as you approached, Bucky’s chest was still heaving up and down and glittering with sweat. Despite his horrid appearance, you still kneeled down next to his bed and put your face close to his. You put your hands on both of his cheeks, brushing away the tears as well. After having a few moments of just reminding him of where he was, and who he really was, the shaking subsided and he finally looked into your eyes. Bucky knew in that moment that he found his true love.

Steve: Everyone treated him like he was some kind of lab rat that needed to be handled with extreme caution, or else he would shatter like a vase. But then you came along, fresh out of agent training and ready to take on the world. Tony lassoed your raw talent and energy, and brought you along an Avengers mission as soon as he possibly could. Once the team hit the ground in Russia, everyone realized how severely outnumbered you all were. Instead of wasting a second, you assumed second in command and got everyone out of their trances and into the battle. This included giving a pep talk to Steve that made him realize how much he could really get done on these missions. Just having you stand there, and whip him into shape was enough to really see that you knew what he was truly capable of as Steve, and not just “Captain America”. Steve understood then that you were the one for him, forever and always.

Natasha: There was nothing worse than the new cocky agents, and of course Tony managed to always assign them to Natasha. The two of you were quite the dynamic duo when it came to agent training, everyone knew that when Nat was near; you were too. So the idiot agent who tried to talk shit about Natasha’s past while doing exercises in the corner should’ve known you were near, since she was on the other side of the gym. But he continued to talk until you quickly silenced him by flipping him over and pinning him to the ground with your foot on his throat. After a few threats that could’ve gotten you arrested anywhere in the world, Natasha was behind you softly laughing and grabbing your elbow to pull you off the kid. Later that night when you finally told her what really happened, it was like she dropped the facade of being apathetic and kissed you like there was no tomorrow. No one had ever defended her like that, and Natasha felt in her heart that she had finally found her true love.

Sam: Having a good spotify playlist going on the speakers was a must in Sam’s house, and you were there to enjoy it all the time. Good thing you and Sam shared music taste, so you spent most of your time dancing around while doing little domestic things around the house. One particular Tuesday night, Sam had been on a mission so you knew you were good to put on your music while you cooked. No pants, hair down, singing at the top of your lungs was the picture that Sam walked in on. For a moment, he fell silent, in awe at your raw beauty in those few fleeting moments in front of him. As you turned around, you met eyes with Sam. All his mind was on was kissing you, and he put his plan into action. The amount of love he had for you had finally dawned on him and he was ready to accept it in his heart.

Clint: Being an avenger warrants a lot of bodily damage, so he always shows up on your doorstep late at night in hopes of you being awake. Patching him up became a regular thing when you met him from being an agent on one of their missions, but this time he seemed to be at his worst. Clint had not one, not two, but three bullet wounds in his stomach. It was a miracle he didn’t bleed out on the walk over to your apartment. As you were going to work on him, you realized how quiet he had been which made your heart sink. But lo and behold, he was only taking in your figure hovering over him, stabilizing his wounds. There was a faint smile on his face that matched well with his hooded eyelids. Even through the weariness of blood loss, he began to face this realization: he loved you. Clint loved you for everything you did for him, and for the person you are.

Bruce: After dating for over a year, you had grown accustomed to his frequent nightmares. Bruce would indeed freak out during these nightmares, but not enough to Hulk Out. However, one odd Wednesday, his nightmares were more aggressive than usual. He tossed and turned, which obviously caused you to awake to the situation at hand. You knew that he was going to need the usual calm down, but what you weren’t expecting was the agonizing scream that accompanied his restlessness. Any other person would have been terrified to be in the same room as him, let alone the same bed. But you calmly put one hand on his shoulder, and stroked his cheek with the other, effectively calming him down. He glanced over at you and sees the most loving look, no fear in sight. You just looked back at him like he was the only thing in the world that you needed, and realized he was absolutely madly in love with you.

Tony: Being Iron Man was dangerous, it was no secret to you or Tony. But that sure as hell didn’t stop him from flying around in his metal casket of a suit. He never felt that the suit itself was dangerous, until one afternoon when it suddenly malfunctioned in mid air. Tony could feel it shutting down, but he already knew what was going to happen the moment it buckled in the air. He knew exactly how far the drop was from the sky to the ground, and he knew how little time it would take for him to get there. The reality set in that when he hit that ground, he wasn’t getting back up. But the only thing he was worried about was leaving you alone, because he was so utterly in love with you. Luckily, in a spur of understated good fortune, the suit powered back up, before he started picking up speed in his descent. It only later dawned on him about what he had thought of in those terrifying moments, and he decided that night he was going to tell you how he really felt.

Peter: Since you were best friends with one another, you and Peter had made a pact to never keep any secrets from each other. You had both agreed that this pact would stand firm for the rest of your lives. So with the pact came the spider man secret, which was way more than you could bring to the table. Good thing, because you’re not sure how else you would have gotten out of almost being mugged by some punk in an alleyway walking home to your apartment building one fateful evening. Peter always made sure to keep an eye on you while he was out doing whatever a man with spider reflexes does. He swung from a nearby building as soon as he saw you disappear from the sidewalk. Peter was so fast in looping an arm around your waist, whisking you away from your attacker. After dropping you off right in front of your building, his arms wrapped around you in a bear hug. Peter teared up a little bit, being hit with the fact that he could lose you within the blink of an eye. It hit him then, that he loved you with every bone in his body.

Pietro: Nothing stopped Pietro from constantly zooming around to do literally everything. Brushing his teeth took a maximum of ten seconds. He scarfed food down without so much as an inhale of breath, and he even fast forwarded TV programs to watch them. But when you came around and stepped into his life, Pietro never wanted to be in fast forward again. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with you, even though that meant slowing himself down indefinitely. Pietro was one hundred percent willing to slow down so you could keep up in doing everyday things, like brushing your teeth, and eating food, and watching TV. Everything in life he wanted to last as long as possible, and it then he realized he was madly in love with you.

Scott: Being the worry wart he is, he never really went on dates in fear of them finding out about his criminal past. Until you came along. The two of you had met through a mutual friend, and had immediately taken a liking to each other. So you went on a date, which turned into two, then a bunch more, finally becoming a couple. Everything that could have possibly been shared between the two of you was out in the open for one another, including stuff about the past. Scott didn’t really want to bring it into play, because based on past judgements, dates didn’t find felonies appealing. But you were different. You weren’t sure if it was attractive or just didn’t matter, but you didn’t mind them. This shocked him, right into realizing how amazing you were. He took that as a sign that you would forgive him of his shortcomings, flaws, and mistakes and love him anyway. Which was true, and only made him fall deeply in love with you.

Loki: Contrary to popular belief, Loki was very pleasant to be around. Nobody gave him enough of a chance to realize this, though. Except you. You had grown up with him and Thor on Asgard, and nothing had changed about either of them. Thor was still loud and full of joy, and Loki was still reserved and snarky. That wouldn’t ever change. You knew him to be very mild, and was drawn to that about him, which is why you were always around him and not Thor. You had never left his side, and he knew that you never would. It wasn’t commendable, considering everything he had done on Earth. But nevertheless, you were there with him. Loki found a shred of happiness in that, and he held it sacred to his heart. Nothing else in his life made him nearly as happy as you did. He couldn’t tell if it was love, and you would never tell him that it was, so the both of you never brought it up. As time passed, he realized that he was in fact, in love with you. When he finally made the first move, you gladly accepted him with open arms and a loving kiss.

back home

ive never written anything w this relationship so i am pleased as punch and kinda wanna live in this world for a little while so i might post more

words: 2k

warnings: parent death ment

feat: everybody except scott and thor. i’ll probably find some way to work them in though.

a/n: bucky’s gonna b a bit of an ass



You were practically jumping up and down in the elevator because of how excited you were as the doors slid open. It’d been almost 6 months since you’d last seen Tony which was without a doubt the longest period of time you’d gone without seeing him in your life. Things had become chaotic in your life and his but the two of you still talked on a regular basis. You were his one sense of stability at this point in his life and he had proven time and time again that he would do anything to keep you safe.

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Innuendos + Bonus Chat

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Request:

A Steve x reader where Tony makes really bad innuendos and Steve and the reader are to innocent to know what they mean


Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has invited Bruce, Y/N, Steve, Scott, T'Challa, Rhodey, Peter.

Tony: Dinner tonight, all of us? I can make reservations at Rhodey’s favorite restaurant.

Scott: The one that spins?!

Tony: Yes, Scott. The one that spins.

Scott: I love that one! The waiting list is booked,  it would take months before we can eat there!

Tony: Oh, honey. When you’re a billionaire, you don’t need to wait.

T'Challa: And if they make us wait, I will just buy the restaurant. #RicherThanStark

Tony: … Who uses hashtags in a chat?!

T'Challa: #ObviouslyNotYou

Peter: I would love to come but… I have to study for a test tomorrow.

Tony: Aw c'mon kid, we haven’t seen each other in weeks! T'Challa just got back from Wakanda, Scott is finally free, and Steve and Y/N just returned from their 4 week long mission.

Bruce: Yeah, we miss you all!

Tony: Just one night! You’re smart, Peter. You’ll do fine in your test.

Peter: I guess…

Rhodey: #BadDad

T'Challa: #TonySucksAtParenting

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How you would spend Valentines Day with The Avengers:

Tony: He take you to your favorite Country, going to all of the best places.

Originally posted by sensuous

Steve: He would take you to an old school dancing club.

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

Natasha: You would go out in the town for a few drinks.

Originally posted by g-a-y-ismyname

Bruce: You would take him to the best local coffee shop. Talking until the place closes.

Originally posted by chicandproper

Clint: He’d light candles and get take out for the both of you, so you could have a night in.

Originally posted by autumnalife

Sam: You would cook together! Playing around and messing with each other the whole time. Which ends in the kitchen being a huge clutter.

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Thor: He would take you to Asgard and show you around. While trying (and failing) to seduce you.

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Scott: He would want to spend the whole day in bed, cuddling and talking through most of the day. (When you finally get up, he’d make some heart shaped waffles.)

Originally posted by sensuous

Peter: You would spend the day in his apartment, dancing together with cheesy 80s music playing on his broken radio.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

T'challa: He would set up a romantic bath for the other of you. Complete with wine, romantic music, sweets, and kissing.

Originally posted by mytimewithhimalone

Wanda: She would finally agree to teach you guitar. But you probably wouldn’t get to the end of the lesion, due to you constantly pestering her with questions.

Originally posted by scotty-rawks

Pietro: ;) you’d be very, very busy.

Originally posted by coupleaims

prompt list // no. 1
  • “you’re cute when you’re worried”
  • “you’re really hot, shame about the personality”
  • “i think i’m in love with you, and that terrifies me”
  • “well, this is awkward..”
  • “you come to my room at 4am, to cuddle?”
  • “sorry, have we met?”
  • “you’re so clingy, i love it”
  • “god, just ask him/her out already”
  • “i can’t fall in love with you, i won’t!”
  • “you’re mine, and i don’t share”
  • “i can’t do this without you”
  • “you did what?!”
  • “you just stood there..”
  • “have you lost your mind?”
  • “pfft, i’m not jealous”
  • “you’re my best friend’s sister, we can’t do this..”
  • “i’m a big girl, i can handle it myself”
  • “i’m way out of your league”
  • “make me”
  • “there’s no way in hell i could fall in love with someone like you”
  • “love’s overrated”
  • “fuck, i think i caught feelings”
  • “did i say that out loud?”
  • “can you guys just fuck already?”
  • “christ, put some clothes on!”
  • “isn’t this supposed to be the part where we kiss?”
  • “i want you to fight for me!”
  • “please don’t go”
  • “you need to back the fuck off of me before i punch you”
  • “is that my shirt?”
  • “you’re so fucking adorable”
  • “so, are you guys dating or?”
  • “you’re so whipped”
  • “if you walk out of that door, don’t even think about coming back”
  • “i’m tired of being your dirty little secret”
  • “have you seen my jacket?”
  • “don’t you dare tell me you love me!”
  • “did they hurt you?”
  • “do you ever shut the fuck up?”
  • “you have no right to fall in love with me”
  • “are you really taking their side right now?”
  • “all these new feelings are scaring me”

send me prompts guys !!!

Being the Youngest Member of the Avengers Would Involve

 (youngest by a pretty large margin, maybe they’d be like 19)

Requested by @hotmessofafangirl


  • Steve getting mad when he first discovers you’re on the team because “You can’t just bring a kid into a war like this, Tony!”
  • Proving to Steve that you can handle yourself and he really needn’t worry (he still does of course)
  • To make Steve feel better, Bucky and Nat both specifically look out for you and make sure you’re in close range of them at all times - after all, who better to watch over you than some of the world’s best assassins?
  • Having to choose a side during Civil War but also being told to stay out of it because they don’t want you hurt - do you listen though?
  • Being teased by Tony, Steve and Clint about Peter who has a bit of a crush on you
  • Tony helping you with school work because there’s no way you’re falling behind. It turns into a regular thing where you sit down with one of the Avengers and they just give you a hand
  • Natasha and Clint basically adopting you as a younger sibling
  • Wanda also treats you like a sibling, always calming down when you get anxiety or just get a bit stressed
  • You’d occasionally get teased but it’s pretty light hearted especially since you start calling Tony and Steve “Dad”
  • Everyone always underestimating you but they soon learn that that’s a mistake.
  • The public would love you - there’d be loads of fan pages and it would get to the point that you’d make an instagram or tumblr or something and just interact with people
  • Becoming best friends with Peter but also Sam because you make each other laugh easily
  • Growing your powers and learning to control them better
  • Creating this sort of second family who supports you through everything and keeps you safe
I don’t want to make out with myself (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: can you do an imagine where the reader is an avenger and she’s super sarcastic and dry with everyone and she acts like she hates everything and peters the only person she nice to and everyone teases her about it?? they sort of have a relationship like april and andy on parks and rec? thanks!!

A/N: I loved the idea, but for some reason, I don’t really like how this turned out. I hope it is just me and you guys enjoy it! xx 


‘’Will you shut up?’’ you say to Tony, who is rambling about something he has created. You have been an Avenger for two years, when Tony found you living on your own under a fake name, trying to hide your powers. Being able to shift into other people made it easy for you to live alone, shifting into an old woman when your teachers wanted to talk to your mom.
You have been trained by your father, who had been on the army. You learnt how to fight at a young age, when you discovered about your powers, knowing people would try to take you. Your parents have given their lives when some men appeared at your house one day to try to take you, and they told you to run away. The day after, you saw on the news that they had been murdered, and you took all the money they had left you and fled, starting a new life -you became colder and talked to no one, trying to keep your identity a secret and not using your powers when not necessary. Tony somehow found you and took you under his wing; even if you hadn’t wanted it at first, when he showed you the tower, with its bedrooms and training rooms, you couldn’t refuse.
Two years after, you are still closed up, not being talkative and avoiding any kind of relationship with the team. You love them and they love you, but you don’t feel comfortable sharing your thoughts and feelings. The only person who made you open up was Peter Parker, a boy who has joined The Avengers only two months ago and who doesn’t live with you all, but who somehow has managed to win his way onto your heart.
Tony glares at you, mad at you for not being excited. You can feel Peter’s laugh against your head since you are lying on his chest, waiting for it to be your turn to go onto the ring.
‘’You could try and be nice sometimes, [Y/N]’’ Tony says, still glaring.
You roll your eyes and get up from the ground. You look around the room, Natasha and Steve finishing their fight.
Just as they leave the ring, you go onto it, waiting for someone to fight you.
‘’Hey, Sam, wanna get your ass handed to you?’’ you ask, smirking.
‘’As if that was gonna happen, little girl’’ he answers.
A minute later, his head is trapped between your legs, his hand punching the ground.
‘’Let me breathe, let me breathe!’’ he shouts, trying to escape your grasp.
You laugh and let him go, getting up from the ground.
‘’I didn’t even have to shift. You are getting old, Sparrow’’ you say.
‘’It’s falcon. There is a huge difference.’’
‘’Sure, pigeon’’ you say smirking a little. ‘’Does anybody else want to fight?’’ you ask. Peter gets up from where he was sitting and walks to the ring, smiling at you. ‘’No. Nope. I’m not fighting you, Pete. I don’t want to hurt you’’ you say, shaking your head vigorously.
‘’You didn’t even think about it before trying to kill me!’’ Sam says.
‘’Well, Peter deserves kindness. You don’t’’ you answer, looking at him. ‘’I’m not fighting you, Pete.’’
‘’Come on, [Y/N], a punch is not gonna kill me’’ he says, a sweet smile adorning his lips.
‘’We know why you don’t want to fight him’’ Natasha says, her usual smirk on her lips.
‘’Little [Y/N] has a crush’’ Tony’s voice sings, for once, him and Natasha agreeing on something.
‘’It’s not a crush!’’ you shout, blushing. Peter is blushing as well, trying not to make it too noticeable.
‘’Oh, come on, [Y/N], don’t listen to them’’ Steve says, putting his arm around your shoulder. You frown -Steve knows you don’t like people touching you, so he only does it when he is joking. ‘’It is okay if you have a crush.’’
You growled and looked at them, Peter standing still and blushing.
‘’I hate you all’’ you say, really serious. You look at Peter, who doesn’t know what to do. ‘’Well, not you. But I hate the rest of you’’ you say as you leave the room, your cheeks bright red.
You hear footsteps behind you just as you leave the room, and turning around, you see Peter, running to you.
‘’Hey, don’t listen to them. We are the youngest and they like to joke around’’ he says, putting his hand in your arm.
‘’Yeah, but what if I do have a crush on you? You are the only one here who makes me feel anything at all. They are like my family, but you always bring the good out of me and I-‘’ you confess, feeling brave, before feeling Peter’s lips on your own.
‘’Well, if you have a crush on me, that’s great, because I have a crush on you’’ he whispers before kissing you again.
You hear more footsteps approaching you, and throwing Peter inside the first room you can find, you quickly shift into him, trying to distract the team.
‘’Hey, Peter, have you seen [Y/N]?’’ Natasha asks, the whole team behind her, talking between them.
‘’Yes, she went to her room. Seemed pretty pissed off. I think there were tears on her eyes’’ you say, trying to make them feel bad.
‘’Shit’’ she answers before leaving to your room. The rest of the team follows her close behind, and you walk into the room you have pushed Peter in.
‘’Oh my God, that’s scary’’ he says as he sees you. ‘’Can you please stop looking like me? Not in a rude way, but I don’t want to make out with myself.’’
You laugh softly and quickly shift into yourself before pulling him in for a kiss, a smile on your lips.

Ama’s Master List

Let Me Break Your Heart

Drabbles//One Shots


Steve Rogers//

Drabbles//One Shots

Series


Bucky Barnes//

Drabbles//One Shots

Series


Barnes & Rogers//

Series


Peter Parker//

Drabbles//One Shots

Series


Parker & Rogers//

Series


Sam Wilson//

Drabbles//One Shots

Series


Thor Odinson//

Drabbles//One Shots


Odinson & Rogers//

Series


The Avengers Team//

Drabbles//One Shots

Series

so one time my family threw me a surprise party, i usually don’t know how to react to those sort of things. so when they all jumped up and yelled surprise i immediately laid down on the floor and stared at the ceiling for 11 minutes straight and everyone was standing there awkwardly.

Dinner and a movie

Group chat: dinner and a movie

Avengers x reader

a/n: shout out to my favorite blog, @avengerschatroom who writes the most funny chatroom fanfics ever. i got this whole idea from them, so please check them out!


Y/n the best avenger has started a group chat.

Y/n has added Thor, Steve, tony, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Scott, Sam, rhodey, and Peter.

-6:36-

Thor: Lady y/n, what is this?

Y/n: It’s group chat, so we can all reach each other if we need it.

Steve: What a great idea y/n!

Clint: more like a terrible one. Tony will probably bug the hell out of us.

Tony: rude.

Peter: mr. Stark wouldn’t do that!

Nat: oh yeah he would.

Rhodey: as his good friend I can tell you he does that a damn lot.

Tony: hell yeah I will. Sorry kid but they’re right on this one.

Scott: wow guys, thanks for inviting me to this chat!

Scott: also, Thor, huge fan of your work. The lightning thing is awesome.

Thor: thank you, human bug.

Y/n: Scott stop fanboying.

Bruce: oh let him be. He’s new. You did that too you know.

Y/n: yeah, but I wasn’t that bad.

Scott: OMG

Scott: OMFGGGGGG

Scott: I can’t believe it’s you! It’s actually you! You’re the hulk. Omg omg

~y/n kicked Scott out of group chat~

Y/n: I’ll let him back in once he calms down.

Steve: that might be a good idea.

Tony: what are we talking about again?

Y/n: Wanda wanted to know if you guys wanted to eat with us.

Y/n: she cooked too much and now we have food for ten.

Sam: what kind of food?

Y/n: uhh… I’ll add her and ask.

~y/n added Wanda~

Y/n: hey wanda! What food did you make?

Wanda: a Slovak feast called bryndzové halušky. I made it before, do you remember?

Sam: i think we all remember that heaven. I’ll be there if Bucky isn’t.

Steve: hey!

Sam: did I say Bucky? I meant… Yeah I meant Bucky.

Thor: I shall be there and feast opon your delicious food!

Steve: I will be there.

Natasha: count me in.

Tony: I was planning to go to a party. But this is a great excuse not to go, so I’m in.

Bruce: since I eat for ten already I think I’ll pass.

Clint: smart choice.

Peter: aww. I can’t go. Homework stuff. :(

Tony: I’ll tell the teacher you’re working with me. You’re eating with us.

Peter: but I don’t think that’s right, mr. Stark.

Tony: no buts. I’m sending a car for you now.

Peter: o-okay.

~y/n added Scott ~

Y/n: Scott you’re invited to dinner and a movie with us if you don’t freak out.

Scott: okay fine. I won’t freak. Meet you there.

Y/n: okay now that we know who is and isn’t coming, we need to pick a movie.

Rhodey: you said nothing about a movie.

Natasha: I pick the movie!

Y/n: and now you see why I didn’t mention it before.

Peter: maybe we could watch stark trek? Or Star Wars!

Thor: those movies are inaccurate, and tell lies about the Galaxy’s past!

Sam: okay so no star movies around Thor.

Bruce: no action movies.

Wanda: I thought you weren’t coming.

Bruce: not to the dinner. I’ll be at the movie though.

Steve: so basically everyone will be there.

Sam: expect for Bucky.

Steve: that’s why I said basically everyone, Sam.

Natasha: every movie I had in mind is now gone since no action movies. Anyone have a idea?

Wanda: we could watch one of my old Slovak movies.

Rhodey: no no no no no. Not again. Never.

Bruce: what about love actually?

Clint: WE CANT LET THE YOUNGLINGS SEE SUCH MOVIES LIKE THAT. ITS RATED R

Tony: no one under 18 sees love actually. Got it? We are not ruining innocence today.

Y/n: do you really Peter and I haven’t seen love actually? We’re not 12.

Peter: I’ve never seen it. Does it have blood or something?

Y/n: oh you cinnamon roll. You’ll learn when you’re older.

Peter: what? We’re almost the same age.

Thor: I thought we were choosing a earth film to watch? Are we not?

Natasha: okay that’s it. We’re watching friends.

Tony: That could pass.

Scott: I’ve never watched it.

Y/n: I feel betrayed on a personal level.

Clint: so then it’s a go?

Steve: I think so.

Natasha: of course it is. I’m always good at picking TV shows.

Y/n: meet at the tenth floor okay? See ya in fifteen.

-8:15-

Bucky: did I miss something?

Sam: what? No.

Bucky: oh, okay. Wait, then why do I hear laughing from upstairs?

Bucky: you guys didn’t invite me to the party?

Sam: well to be fair, it was either me or you. And it’s not my fault that I’m such fun.

Bucky: jerk.

Sam: bitch.

Avengers Chatroom: Hammer Time

Requested by @estel-of-the-eyrie

Pairings: Some Thor x f!Reader

Scenario: Reader and co. try to introduce Thor, Steve and Bucky to various tv shows etc.

A/N: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) pietro is sin, so am i, forgive me


Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has invited Wanda, Pietro, Y/N, Thor, Bucky, Steve, Nat.

Clint: Any suggestions on what the relics can watch?

Bucky: We are not relics!

Thor: I am. I am roughly 1000 years old.

Bucky: … And yet Steve and I are the victims of old age jokes.

Pietro: I can think of many jokes for Thor.

Clint: Later. Suggestions, now! Or else Tony will force them to watch his shows and we all know what happened last time.

Wanda: Brother, when will you stop using that… face?

Y/N: They should watch Supernatural!

Nat: No, Viking’s. Thor will like it.

Pietro: Why do we need to help though? Don’t they already watch shows and movies?

Thor: Stark wishes for us to be more “with the times.”

Steve: How was I supposed to know what twerking was? I don’t have time to sit around and learn all of this. I SAVE THE WORLD, DAMN IT!

Y/N: Wait, what now?

Nat: Tony had a party and Sam got people to twerk. Next thing, people were all over our captain.

Clint: Tony started trying to get Steve to join.

Nat: But Steve didn’t know what to do.

Steve: I tried… to do that dance…

Clint: It was painful to watch, really.

Wanda: And now Tony is upset?

Thor: Barnes and I are being forced to endure this because of Steve.

Steve: I’m sorry!

Y/N: Did anyone video Steve trying to twerk?

Pietro: I did.

Steve: Don’t you dare send her the video!

Y/N: Too late. Steve why do you have a better butt than me? What is your secret?

Pietro: His secret is Twerking, obviously.

Wanda: Back to the main topic… What about Pacific Rim?

Thor: Ah the one were large metal beasts duel ferocious monsters! I saw it with my princess.

Pietro: Who is this princess of yours? 

Thor: Lady Y/N, of course.

Wanda: I can sense all the innuendos Pietro is coming up with.

Wanda: I should not have read his mind… We should have just left him on Sokovia.

Pietro:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Y/N:

Y/N: Star wars?

Y/N: The Walking Dead?

Y/N: Harry Potter?

Bucky: TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!

Steve: I know that reference! Bucky and I already watched it.

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam: I would rather kiss a dementor than be near Bucky.

Sam has left the chat.

Bucky: BAN HIM FROM EVER ENTERING THIS CHAT EVER AGAIN!

Nat has added Peter.

Nat: Ideas?

Peter: Lord of the rings?

Thor: Is that the one where the old man denies entrance?

Y/N: Yes. We already watched it.

Thor: I do not mind watching it again. I am quite fond of Legolas, he reminds me of Clint.

Pietro: … ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ship it

Clint: We are not making any progress.

Y/N: I KNOW

Y/N: HAMILTON

Clint: pls no.

Y/N: YES, THIS IS PERFECT! THEY HAVE NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE! STEVE LIKES HISTORY(LETS BE REAL HE IS A WALKING HISTORY LESSON AM I RIGHT FOLKS????), HE IS AMERICA’S CHILD, NO, HE IS AMERICA ITSELF, SO HE WILL ENJOY IT. BUCKY LIKES MUSICALS! I SAW YOU SINGING ALONG TO GREASE, DON’T EVEN TRY TO DENY IT! AND THOR WONT MIND, RIGHT THOR???

Thor: As long as you are with me, princess.

Bucky: my secret is out. How could you do this to me, Y/N?

Nat: Can someone calm her down before she faints?

Wanda: Has Y/N ever fainted from excitement before?

Clint: It’s a possibility with her. We’d rather not risk it.

Thor: So it is settled then. We will watch this Hamilton?

Steve: I guess.

Y/N: GOOD!

Y/N: I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love! Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da

Clint: Stop this madness.

Nat: I thought since I didn’t have anymore missions with Y/N for a month, I’d be safe from this… But I was wrong.

Peter: I’m going to go… before things escalate.

Peter has left the chat.

Clint: Someone do something!

Y/N: I AM THE ONE THING IN LIFE. I CAN CONTROL. I AM INIMITABLE. I AM AN ORIGINAL.

Y/N: In other words, you can’t stop me now. I’m on a roll!

Clint: YES I CAN, NAT GET THE TRANQUILIZER!

Y/N: Oh, I’m so scared. As if Nat would ever do that.

Nat: I wouldn’t. Just suffer through it, Clint.

Wanda: I’ll go let Tony know so he can arrange everything to watch Hamilton.

Wanda has left the chat.

Y/N: THERE’S A MILLION THINGS I HAVEN’T DONE, JUST YOU WAIT!

Nat has left the chat.

Clint has left the chat.

Steve: Is she quoting Hamilton?

Bucky: Yes.

Steve has left the chat.

Bucky has left the chat.

Y/N: Ditched, just like that.

Thor: I’m still here, princess.

Pietro: Me too. So, Y/N, are you and Thor dating?

Y/N: No.

Thor: Do you fancy my princess?

Pietro: Are you jealous? I know you like her.

Y/N: Shouldn’t you be annoying Vision?

Pietro: Have you raised his hammer yet? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Thor: Lady Y/N has yet to attempt to lift Mjolnir.

Pietro: I heard Steve can raise Thor’s hammer ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Y/N: Why do you keep using that face?

Pietro: All those people trying to raise your hammer ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but it never lifting.

Thor: They are not worthy.

Pietro: Of your hammer. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Pietro: Some people put on slow music but I bet you play Hammer Time ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Y/N: OKAY. ENOUGH. I see what you’re doing!

Thor: What is he doing?

Y/N: HE DOESN’T MEAN MJOLNIR!

Thor: Of course he does.

Pietro: So innocent. So pure.

Pietro has left the chat.

Thor: … None are worthy of Mjolnir. But I have a feeling you are worthy, princess.

Y/N: Thank you, Thor.

Thor: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Thor has left the chat.

Y/N: wait

Y/N: HE KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME!

Y/N has left the chat.