◇ pairing: jungkook | reader ◇ genre: too much fluff.. too much cute ◇ word count: 3.986 ◇ author’s note: surprise! \o/ I honestly have no idea how or why this happened. yesterday I just… started writing, and here we are, a few thousand words later. also, bear in mind that this is a sequel to blue orchids, so you need to read that one first if you want to understand this short piece. hope you all enjoy!
This story is set six years into the future within Blue Orchids’ universe.
The sun rays are melting on your skin. It has been a while since the skies opened up like this, leaving the sun bare to the living, its warmth a pleasant gift after days of storm and gloom. The sand under your legs and feet is, fortunately, not scorching — not yet, at least. The early morning is still warming up to the pristine sun, and the salty winds of the beach are still a strange mixture of the growing heatwave and the remnants of past iciness.
You cannot remember the last time you visited the beach, but it does not feel foreign or uncomfortable. It feels like you belong, mind at peace and body molding to the sand as your extended legs allow your toes to brush against the gentle waves that break and ebb away, water still too chilly to enjoy at its fullest.
In a world where so many choices are demanded of you every day, don’t forget that you have the choice to choose yourself. To choose what you need today to keep going. To choose to move away from what’s not working. And to choose where you’re headed next.
Week 7! So, sometimes I get so caught up in adding fics that I forget to thank all of these amazing writers!! You guys are so talented and extremely generous for sharing that talent with us! Thank you so much guys! 😊💞💞💞💞💞
Fics that are NSFW have been removed! Thank you for understanding!
@4theluvofall - The Fear You Won’t Fall - This is written for @becaamm ‘s song challenge. Based on the song “The Fear You Won’t Fall” by the incomparable Joshua Radin. If you haven’t heard this song (or any of his stuff) I strongly urge you to do so. His music is just…so emotional. It makes my heart full. Bucky x Reader
@4theluvofall - Knight in Shining Armour - Can I request a tony stark x reader? He rescues her from an attacker one night on his way out of a bar. She’s hurt pretty bad so he drives her to the tower to get cleaned up where she tells him that her attacker is her bf and she tried to leave him that night. Tony isn’t having it so he brings her home to pack her things while he stands over her in his suit to keep away her bf. He moves her to the tower, gives her a job and asks her out. Tony x Reader
@avengerofyourheart - In the Arms of Justice Pt 20, Pt 21 - Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later. Bucky x Reader
@brighterlights - Roommates (Au Naturel) - When your friend moves out to pursue a career overseas, you find yourself sharing your apartment with a handsome stranger. Inspired by the Filipino TV series titled Single/Single [Modern AU]. Bucky x Reader
@bovaria - By Way of Spontaneity (End) - On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all? Bucky x Reader
@girl-next-door-writes - All I Want - Post Civil War Tony feels he deserves everything that is coming to him. Being his own worst enemy and locked in his own head will he grab the small ray of hope or will he drown himself in self-pity? Tony x Reader
@hymnofthevalkyries - Music Man - Surprise, surprise! You open your big mouth to Tony Stark, and it gets around about your crush on a certain metal armed soldier. What happens when he finds out about it, and what will he do to get your attention? Bucky x Reader
@italwaysendsinafightt - The Night Ahead (Part 3) - bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you. Bucky x Reader
@just-some-drabbles - The Friendly Wager (Part 4), (Part 5), (Part 6), (Part 7) - AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit. Bucky x Reader
@mynamespaigex - Our Girl. (Modern Military!AU) Intro. - (Modern!AU) Not long into your job as an army medic, you find yourself being deployed to Afghanistan on a six-month tour. You’ll find yourself in a whole new world of trouble while trying to adapt to your new normal, and maybe even find love along the way. Bucky x Reader
@softcorehippos - It’s The Thought That Counts - I want to do something for my muslim readers out there for my comeback, Ramadan Mubarak to my brothers and sisters, happy fasting to you all! (Also, I hope you don’t mind me doing something exclusive like this, I’m just in a celebratory mood and I hope you don’t take offense ❤️). Avengers x Muslim!Reader
@soldatbarnes - This Is War ,  - After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous. Bucky x Reader
@viollettes - “Carnations” (Part 1) - A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong? Bucky x Reader
@volklana - Rooting for You - Set after Civil War, a time that almost separated you from Tony, the love of your life. On your birthday he tries to repay you for everything you’ve done for him but in his eyes it will never be enough, or even half of what you deserve. Tony x Reader
@you-and-bucky - Red and Gold - Hey guys! Here I am in this situation again. Because I am such a wonderful friend (sarcasm), I missed another birthday. This time, the wonderful Anika at @avengerofyourheart had her birthday, and I was not online…To make that up to her, I am dedicating this fic to her, as we also celebrate the birthday of our one and only Tony Stark! I hope you like it sweetheart, and happy birthday! (I didn’t go into too much detail with the cake- I didn’t want to make any mistakes!!!) Tony x Reader
anyway i’m going to sit in my corner and ponder the idea of a Legends of Tomorrow (season one era)/Gotham crossover because y’all are sleeping on this wonderful idea
here’s some reasons:
it’s the only show besides the Flash where this crossover could legitimately happen and make somewhat sense
look, I can even write a plot starter: they need to go back in time and make sure a young Bruce Wayne doesn’t die because of REASONS (Rip refuses to reveal that Bruce = Batman)
(also, I have a headcanon that Ray and Bruce know each other and I just want Ray being sunshiney and happy to this broody little teenager)
LEONARD SNART WITH TINY SELINA KYLE
oh his big brother instincts kick the fuck in when she stEALS HIS WALLET.
OUT IN THE OPEN. HIS WALLET. LEONARD SNART. GOT HIS WALLET STOLEN.
he tries to smuggle her back on the Waverider when Rip pulls him aside and reassures him not to worry, Miss Kyle is extremely valuable in the future
Mick being his gruff but gentle self around Firefly (he thinks her flamethrower is awesome and never asks about her scars or comes close without her explicit permission)
Sara and Barbara made out
Stein HATES Gotham City, and gripes to Alfred about it
OOOH OOOH but THEN
The team goes back to PRESENT DAY GOTHAM
and Bruce REMEMBERS them
and once all the pieces come together and he realizes they were time travelers he asks Rip why he didn’t go back and save his parents
and Rip just looks at the eight children in the Batcave interrogating his friends and trying to pick playful fights and says knowing where you are now, who you are now, all the lives you have bettered and saved, would you have wanted me too?
as a bonus, with the current state of both shows, is it ridiculous enough to be canon?
am i going to have to write all of this fic myself
I had a really hard time this year, but this fandom is the best and everyday I was reading great fanfiction and funny comments and It honestly got me through. So I want to thank @sparkleywonderful for being the greatest friend a fanfic writer and person in general could ask for, @stripesandpolkadot for helping me when it was needed the most and then becoming a person I hope to get to know more of @propshophannah, @illyriantremors, @laviperagentile, @getalittlecountry and every other writer who are literally fantastic people who write amazingly in every way. Thanks for the inspiration and the happy times! You are all rays of light shining through my window. :)
I don’t know where the sap came from (shrugs)
“Heaven Knows” by Hillsong
The fire crackled in the night, awakening embers that lit
the room in breathtaking flames. Filtering their home with the smell of pine
and vanilla. A scent so familiar to him, it was embedded in his clothes and
every little thing he carried with him.
She was sitting in an armchair, big enough to seat him that
it had swallowed her frame. Her blue nightgown brought out the blue of her
irises, like forget-me-nots in the breeze. She had waited for him like she
always did, amid the darkness and the orange glow.
Her relaxed stance told him she had been sitting there for a
while, a thought that made the furrow of his eyebrows calm into smooth skin.
The healer had told her she shouldn’t be walking for long periods of time. Not
until she was stronger, until they were stronger. He could hardly contain his
excitement and she knew.
Her face lit up in sunshine and stardust as she saw him,
made him believe the world was good and pure and happy. He couldn’t possibly
believe anything else when she looked at him like that, as if he was a gift so
precious she was going to keep and cherish him forever.
“You’re back.” She spoke. Voice as loud as a whisper, with a
love so soft he could touch it, rub against it.
Shit, I legit can’t believe it. I made it to 1k followers?
What the fuck?!!!! God, it was barely two months ago when I was basically
drinking my Vodka out of the bottle in celebration that I got 250 people to
follow me. And now the number’s quadrupled and I’m in awe! Thank you all so
much for putting up with me and my blog-everything-that-catches-my-fancy ass.
You all rock and I love each and everyone of you. I do hope I keep putting out
the same content that brought you to my blog and that in some way, you will always
find something you like or can reblog or just want to save for a rainy day on said blog.
Really, you all are awesome! Thank you.
I just want to give compliments to some of my favourite
blogs (they are a lot and I tend to wax lyrical about people I like so you’ve
been warned). I wish I could give personalized compliments to all my mutuals
but as you would soon read I am a geek when it comes to people I like and I
will be writing compliments into the New Year if I decided to compliment
everyone. So not everyone’s gotten a personal compliment, but know I love you
It’s a long post so the compliments begin after the cut.
Just over three years ago, I started this account with not much more than a wish, a dream and a prayer. Sure, I at least had some experience writing the muse— I’d been playing him for about a year over at a panfandom RP forum— but I wasn’t a part of the Tumblr RP scene. I was apprehensive. For nothing, as it turned out. Overwhelmingly people I’ve met here have been kind, generous, extremely talented. If I’ve made any progress in my writing or my understanding of my character (and I certainly hope so) it’s as much thanks to you all as to any efforts of mine. I’ve had to take a few breaks, small and large, but every time it’s the people that have brought me back. So even if you’re not mentioned explicitly here, consider this a shoutout to every single one of you for making this the glowing experience it has been. Here’s to another great year!
Summary: Bucky needs a way to get rid of his one night stands and decides to offer you a place to stay in exchange for you to pretend to be his wife who has caught him cheating. (Modern-Day AU drabble series)
Word Count: 845
A/N: I can only write drabbles right now so have this, guys.
Bucky stared at the woman as if she had grown another head overnight. She had been a fantastic lay, but it was now morning and Bucky’s affections ended as soon as the sun peeked through the horizon, its rays lighting up the sky and creeping into his bedroom. Bucky tried to pry her away from him, but her grip was tight and she was determined to use his bare chest as a pillow.
Every time I read about a writer or filmmaker or any other person in a storytelling medium complain: “It’s so hard to write good guys. They’re so boring!” I feel the need to smack them upside the head with the following examples:
Benton Fraser and Ray Kowalski
(Ray only pretends to be a ‘bad boy’ but he’s actually a GIANT DORK WHO NEEDS ALL THE LOVE)
T’challa (Look, he had so many minutes of screentime in Civil War but we already know he’s a good man and a BAMF)
Bucky Barnes - was never a ‘bad boy’. He’d been a good friend, a good soldier and a good man that HYDRA took and tried to break. They never quite succeeded because they needed a goddamn Steve Rogers lookalike to tell him he was doing the “right” thing.
James T. Kirk, Leonard McCoy and Spock (ToS and the Kelvin Timelines)
If you tell me you can’t write a “good guy” because you think “good guys are boring” then you’re a fucking hack who can’t write for shit.
My letters to you are ones you must never read.
You are a person so far beyond description
that I never can write about you, even though
my heart is spilling over with feelings I wish I could articulate.
So I do write about you,
I write all about you,
but I’ve never written about all of you-
see the difference?
I’ve written about the light that shines out of your eyes.
The golden beams of sun that emanate from your smile,
and your laugh that fills the room and makes me instantly feel better.
I’ve written about that dark part of you that it pains me to think about.
How I wish I could take away your pain,
that you’d stay that smiling ray of sunlight forever.
How I promise that as long we’re together
I will always hold your hand when you need me to.
Finally, I’ve written about how I know that
there will come a day when you don’t need me to hold your hand.
When the winding path of life takes you a different direction than I,
and I promise too that on that day I will be strong enough to let go.
My letters to you are ones you must never, ever, read,
because I’ve written so much about you-
but I know that I will never have the ability to write about all of you.
Tag some of your favorite blogs and why? I hate seeing all this hate that is going around in the community
I feel you, bro
@marvelous-fvcks *heart eyes* Mi wifey! Everything she does is brilliant, tore my heart to pieces and put it back again, her imagination knows no bounds. So pretty she could be a model for artists.
@mellifluous-melodramas Little wife, poet, fighter, amazing writer, funniest gal, listens to me bitch and make weird sexual innuendos, gives all her love to Logan but still manages to find some time for her wives.
@mcuimxgine Little bunny, cutest person ever, I just want to hug her 24/7, she’s a great writer and a theatre girl, I think she also plays an instrument (see she’s so talented!) My heart aches for Hannah ♥
@barnesndnobles Real life Steve Rogers! She’s a freaking encyclopedia, remembers everything, the best musician ever and will fight for you. 100% recommend!
@just-some-drabbles I don’t know them much, they’re amazing and incredibly talented. I want to binge-read their master list, but I’m also afraid I’ll read it too fast. DILEMMA!! also *coughs* firefighter!Bucky *coughs*
@ursulaismymiddlename Mama of the cutest Steve ever, her mythology!Aus are just mind blowing, a daily ray of sunshine!
Hi! Do you think you could write a oneshot about Pietro's s/o undergoing surgery (its non-threatening) and how he would feel after it and what he would do to make them more comfortable please? Thank you!
HIIIIIIIII, okay well you requested it and here it is.
God I feel like it’s not that great, I really need to stop writing these when I’m running on like two hours of sleep. Nevertheless I hope this makes you somewhat happy!
Pietro X reader
A/N: basically she breaks her leg and Pietro is just the loving boyfriend that we all want him to be.
“Looks like it’s broken,” Helen said as she
handed back my x-ray.
“Dammit,” I sighed in defeat. “That’s
another week out of the team.”
“Well, you’re luckier than most people who
have to wait weeks for their breaks to heal.” She sat down to fill out what I
could only assume was my appointment slip.
“Yeah but!” I couldn’t think of a ‘but’—she
was right. We were lucky at HQ, our access to technology allowed us to heal and
recuperate much faster than an average person. “Actually you’re right.” I gave
up on arguing—I had nothing to complain about.
“I know I am,” she scoffed, “that’s why I’m
“Yeah, yeah whatever.” A knock on the door
interrupted my thought process, preventing me from making what would usually be
a very witty come back. “That’ll be speedy.”
“He’s picking you up?” She laughed as she
went to open the door.
“I know you haven’t felt love Cho, but this
is how it works.” I stuck my tongue out.
“Real mature,” she rolled her eyes before
turning to greet Pietro. “Please collect your girlfriend, she’s extra moody
Pietro let out a small chuckle, “well, she
does have a broken leg.” He helped me up from my chair before handing me my
crutches. “Hi,” he whispered as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead.
“Hi,” I beamed as I wriggled the crutch
under my armpit.
“Her surgery is at 5,” Helen handed him the
slip. “And (Y/N),” she stopped me just as before I could escape. “Make sure you
actually stay in bed for your recovery time.”
“Oh don’t worry—“ Pietro answered for me, “I’ll
make sure of that.”
“I hate you both.” I huffed as I struggled
to hobble my way out the door—crutches were harder to operate than I’d first
“Do you want to get some food before we go
back to our room?” Pietro asked as he shut the door behind him.
“That’s not even a question,” I felt like I
was on the verge of starvation.
“For that,” he tutted, “we’re going to walk
the whole way.”
“Nooooooooo,” I groaned in frustration.
“You like seeing me suffer don’t you?” I blew a strand of hair out of my face
as I struggled to keep up with him—he wasn’t even walking that fast, I was just
“No,” he slowed down, “I just like how cute
you look when you flail around like that.”
“I’m mad at you.” I concluded. He stopped
“What?” I asked when he turned to look at
“Give me those.” He held out his hand for
me to pass him the crutches.
“What happened to watching me flail?” I
raised an eyebrow in question.
“If I wait for you to walk to the café with
these, you will not make it down to the lab in time to fix your leg.”
“Wow,” I scoffed “you’re really putting
your new vocabulary to use.” I took a second to think about how far he’d
progressed language wise—I was low-key proud, but high-key upset because it
meant he was better at firing back.
“I know,” he scooped me up. “It’s all
thanks to you.”
“I’m a great teacher, I take full credit
for it all.” I kissed his chin.
He looked down at me, “I thought you were
I stared straight ahead. “I am.”
He let out a small laugh, “I bet you are.”
I knew he didn’t take me seriously—not even I took myself seriously.
“I’m not mad anymore.” I said as I shoved
my last fry into my mouth.
“I know,” he laughed as he leaned over the
table “I can tell.” He used the pad of his thumb to gently wipe away the
ketchup that I’d managed to get on the side of my mouth.
“I’m so clumsy.” I sighed. “How did I break
my leg when I wasn’t even on a mission?”
“Hey,” he frowned “it happens to the best
of us. It’ll all be over in a week.”
“I know, but that’s one week where I
could’ve worked to prove myself.” I was trying my best to get on the first line
squad with him—but the harder I tried, the harder I fell. I wasn’t getting
anywhere—letters addressing promotions were set to come out in a week and I
already knew I wasn’t getting one, not when I was set for a week of bed rest.
“I hate that you feel like this,” he sighed.
“You don’t have to push yourself over the line. I’ve told you before, you’re a
warrior—you can defend yourself better than I can.”
“I just hate feeling vulnerable. I always
want to be the best.” It was my biggest downfall, but also my greatest asset.
It was engrained in me from a young age and I couldn’t just forget how to be
“You’re not vulnerable or weak,” he
reassured me. “I watched you in your trials, you know you did well (Y/N).”
“I want to have a nap before I go into
surgery.” I stared down at the table, ignoring what he’d said. In my mind I
hadn’t done enough.
Pietro let out a heavy sigh. I knew he was
frustrated, but I couldn’t agree with him. “Let’s go home.”
“Hey,” Pietro rubbed my hand as I slowly
woke up. “How are you feeling?”
“Okay,” I croaked as I took a second to
adjust to the white light of the room. “Is it all fixed?” I asked as I stared down
at my left leg.
“It’s all fixed.” He confirmed, “I brought
you breakfast. You’ve been out like a lamp for 12 hours.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, “it’s light.”
“Huh?” He was confused.
“The saying is, out like a light not lamp.”
“Oh,” he frowned, “I guess I am not yet
“You’re perfect enough for me.” I smiled,
“now what’s in the bag?”
“Croissants, your favourite.” He handed me
the paper bag as I sat up.
“Mmmmm,” I inhaled the scent “you really
are the best boyfriend in the world.” He knew that the way to my heart was
through my stomach.
“I know.” He laughed as he watched me basically
shove the buttery pastries down my throat. “Also if you could hurry up and eat
those, I really want to get back home so that I can cuddle you.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I
struggled to say, my mouth still full.
“Hey,” I murmured—still half asleep.
“Aren’t you supposed to be assigned this week?” Waking up and seeing Pietro
still in bed was rare.
“I pulled a few strings,” he smiled as he
brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “Plus, I had to make sure you had
only the best of company.”
“You didn’t have to,” I nuzzled into his
chest as he wrapped his arm around me.
“I didn’t want to go anyway.” He was lying
and I knew it—he really was trying his best to make me feel better. I knew he
loved working, in fact he was one of the biggest workaholics I knew—sometimes
he was worse than me.
“You’re so full of it.” I poked him in the
ribs. “You should go and talk to Tony—I’m sure he can still find you
“(Y/N),” he sighed in defeat. “I don’t want
to go on a mission this week okay? I just want to sit here with my girlfriend
and watch the Netflix.”
“You, Pietro Maximoff wants to sit inside
and watch Netflix?” I couldn’t believe it. He was never the type to laze
around—it was all very new to me.
“Yes.” He didn’t even bat an eyelid—he was
being dead serious.
“Who are you and what have you done with my
boyfriend?” I grabbed ahold of his cheek and pulled it around as if I were
trying to remove a mask. He let out a small laugh when I finally let go.
“I bought your favourite tea,” he rolled
out of the bed and pulled on a shirt. “Give me 2 minutes and I’ll be back with
“God,” I was stunned, “you really have thought
“I mean I definitely tried to,” he ran his
hand through his hair “I just want you to be comfortable.”
“Some days I don’t think you’re real.” I
had gotten so lucky with him—he was everything I wanted and more.
“I’ll be right back, stay put.” He warned,
as if I were going to run off to train in the two minutes he would be gone. “Oh
and,” he popped his head back around the corner, “I’ll leave the door open,
because I trust you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I called after
him, knowing for a fact that he wouldn’t have been able to hear me.
“Knock, knock” An unfamiliar voice jolted
“Oh Jeeze,” I held my hand to my chest as I
rushed to get out of my bed, “Captain Rogers! How are you?” I felt my heart
rate pick up instantly—I knew exactly why he was at my door and it was making
my stomach backflip like never before.
“Was that Pietro who just ran off?” He
asked, already knowing the answer.
“Well, I don’t know anyone else who can run
that fast,” I laughed nervously.
“You’re right,” he scoffed, “dumb question.
Anyway. I just came to drop this off.” He held out the letter to me—the very
same letter that would either make or break me for the next year.
“Oh—“ I gulped down the rising lump in my
throat. “Thank you!”
He shot me a small smile, “nice seeing you
(Y/N), I better get going—get well soon.” I didn’t even have time to thank him
again before he walked away.
I slowly slinked back inside the room,
holing the envelope close to my chest. I was too scared to open it—I needed
Pietro to do it for me.
As if right on cue the cool breeze of him
entering the room rushed past my face.
“One flask of cinna—hey!” he stopped
mid-sentence. “What’s up?”
“I—I—Steve just came to leave me this.” I
held out the envelope for him to take.
“Oh,” he put the flask down and gingerly
took the letter from me.
“You need to open it,” I told him. “I can’t
do it myself.”
“Uh—“ he was hesitant, but he could see how
nervous I was as well. “Okay.” He took a deep breath before ripping it open. He
scanned over it briefly—the whole time he read I was unable to decipher his
“Well,” he said handing it back to me. “I
guess we can really relax for the rest of the week.”
“Huh?” I snatched it back quickly, “what do
“Read it my love,” he prompted.
I couldn’t believe my eyes as I scanned
over the page.
are very pleased to offer you a position with the first line Avengers. We value
your skill set incredibly and believe you’d be a tremendous asset to our team.’
I couldn’t even finish reading it, I felt
like I was about to throw up. I’d done it—I’d actually done it.
“I—I can’t believe it.” I stammered.
“I can,” Pietro said before engulfing me in
a hug. “I knew you’d get there. Welcome to the team.”
“You never doubted me.” My eyes were
welling up, “I love you so much.”
“And I love you more.” He placed a chaste
kiss to my lips, “now get back into bed. You need to be at full strength if you
want to make it through all that training again.”
“Hey,” I said as I walked over to the bed. “You
know what would really help me build my stamina?” I sucked in my bottom lip as
he tried to figure out what I was hinting at.
When he finally realised, his eyes lit up. “I
guess I’m going to have to close the door.”