27 Dresses (Part 4)

Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader AU

Summary – You are the epitome of “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.”  You think you know what love is, but sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you.  

Warnings – Excessive alcohol consumption and drunkenness

Word Count – 2,053

Notes –  This fic is so much fun to write!! I love fluffy, fun fics like this. I especially love the interactions with her and James/Bucky.  I know what’s going to happen, but it still makes me smile like an idiot!  I hope you guys are enjoying this!  As always, I love hearing from you whether it’s a reply, a comment on a reblog, or an ask! 

*Special thank you to the lovely ladies at the Avengers Trash Tower for allowing me to use them as my “brides!” It’s your turn, Roo @sebseyesandbuckysthighs!!!

*Special tag:  @stories-from-stark-tower

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Originally posted by luvinchris


“What about you?” He asked as you two came to the door leading into the party.  “When do you get what you’ve always dreamed of?”

The smile that had been on your face all night long suddenly fell away as you remembered that the love of your life was currently out on another date with your gorgeous sister, doing who knows what.  “One of these days, perhaps.  And when that day comes, my friends will be there for me, just like I was there for them.”

“Well,” he drawled.  “I might actually know of a guy that would be more than happy to try to make those dreams come true for you.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you walked back into the loud room already looking for Chanel and T’Challa.  “Not you too!  Why does everyone keep trying to set me up?  I promise, I’m more than capable of finding Mr. Right all by myself.”

“I’m not too sure about that, doll,” he whispered as you walked away from him yet again.  “Not too sure at all.”


Nat didn’t make it back to your apartment until well after noon on Sunday.  She was all smiles and dreamy eyes as she went into more detail about her dates with Steve than you wanted to know.  You tried to tune her out as you started making your mother’s homemade red sauce for dinner that night.  

Every now and then you would say “mmhm” or “okay,” just so that she wouldn’t think you were completely ignoring her, which you were.  It wasn’t until she said your name loudly that you realized she had caught on to your charade.

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Finally uploading this ol’ watercolour i did last summer. Mabels doing what I usually do every Monday night- and gawking at hot, greased-up centaur men.
Gravity falls has been one of my fave shows to come out in a really long time. And It really couldn’t have ended in a better way.  Ill miss it…but Im thankful its so good I can revisit it and its still as fantastic as when i first saw it.

The Monster Inside of My Head (Part 5)

Bucky x Reader

Summary – As a young child, you see your parents murdered in front of you. What happens when the monster from your nightmares comes back into your life?

Warnings – Mentions of torture?

Word Count - 979

Notes – Whew!  This barely made it in under a 1,000 words!  I’m trying to keep this as a drabble, but who knows!?!  I realize that we’re already at Part 5 and Bucky hasn’t made an appearance yet. Don’t worry, he’ll be along soon! I just need to get the groundwork laid for his arrival.  I promise it will definitely be worth it!  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

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Originally posted by wintersthighs



“All jokes aside,” he began.  “Once you get settled in, you and I have some things we need to talk about.”

“What would that be exactly?” you asked as you took the duffel from him and laid it on the end of the bed.

“First things first,” he explained as he walked out of the room. “We need to find the bastard that killed our parents.  Then we can figure out how we’re going to make him pay.”

You thought about Tony’s words the entire time that you unpacked.  You hadn’t been sure if he knew about your past, but you’d had a pretty good suspicion that he would have gone to great lengths to learn everything about you before you joined his team.

Tony’s resources were pretty much unlimited, so the possibility of retribution could very well become a reality for you.  Your mind went through many different scenarios of just what you would do to the Soldier once he was in your grasp.   A quick death was definitely out of the question.  You wanted to make him suffer, make him as terrified of you as you had been of him.  Yes, a slow torturous death was just what he deserved.  You and Tony would be able to stretch that out for weeks… if you could keep S.H.I.E.L.D. and Rogers off your back.

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  • Maya: Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?
  • Zay: Yes.
  • Maya: I was hula hooping. Riley and I attend a class both for fitness and for fun.
  • Zay: Oh my god.
  • Maya: I've mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle.
  • Zay: Why are you telling me this?
  • Maya: Because no one will ever believe you.
  • Zay: You sick son of a bitch.
Imagine walking in on Deadpool and Spiderman in a compromising position.

I went there guys. I did.

You walk into your apartment, feeling tired from a long day at work. Barely taking ten steps in, you hear noise coming from the bedroom. Cursing under your breath, you grab the handgun you kept in the hallway closet.

As you walk closer down the hall to the bedroom, the noises become familiar. Too familiar. It was Wade. Those feral moans were unmistakeable, it was your boyfriend. You rush toward the room, push up the door, gun raised.

“Jesus, Wade!” Your eyes take in the sight of Mr. Deadpool himself, entangled up with an equally scantily clad Spiderman.

The gun in your hand is quickly pulled away from your grip, leaving your hand feeling a little sticky, “Really! I wasn’t going to shoot, Peter!”

“Mind passing me that lube?” Wade asks, nodding toward the nightstand. You stand there taking in the entire scene in front of you.

“You two are complete assholes! I told you I’d be off at 6,” you groan, grabbing the oversized bottle of lube, tossing it to your boyfriend. Peter chuckles underneath Wade, reaching his hand out to you.

“What can I say? Baby boy was just flaunting his Spidey ass all around the apartment,” you could hear the smile under Wade’s mask.

“Whatever, you two have at least 30 minutes to make up for,” you smirk, tossing off your shirt and joining the two spandex wearing men on the bed.

I Hate My Job (Part 8)

Part 8 – This Job is Starting to Grow on Me

Bucky x Reader

Summary – You are a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that gets assigned the worst job, in your opinion.

Warnings – More PG-13 sexiness and mentions of nudity

Word Count – 2,622

Notes – Well, I tried to keep it under 2K, but alas, I failed! I thought about breaking it down again, but I need to move this fic along!  Anyway, I hope you enjoy!  Please feel free to leave comments or reblog, it’s always appreciated!

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Originally posted by 107th-infantry


The thrill of being in control loosened your inhibitions as you teased and tormented the man beneath you.  You brought him to the edge countless times, never letting him tumble over.  It wasn’t until you were ready that you finally allowed him the release he so desperately craved.  

You collapsed on his chest, the both of you struggling to catch your breath.  He gingerly brought one hand down to trace the outline of your face, causing you to sigh in contentment.  Bucky wrapped both arms around you, a peaceful expression on his face as he fell asleep once again.  You were tempted to stay, content in his arms, but the guilt drove you away again. Slipping from under his arms, you quietly retreated to your own room.

The next few days on the island followed the same pattern.  You spent your nights in Bucky’s bed, never speaking a word, reveling in the various pleasures that the two of you discovered.  You always skulked away to your own bed before morning, the guilt eating you alive, but never stopping you from returning night after night.  The days were spent laughing and talking, learning more about one another as you lazed away the afternoons.  

The spell was finally broken when the team returned from their mission, dirty and disheveled.  You and Bucky heard the jet landing behind the house and rushed to meet them.  None of them were too injured, just a little banged up and ready for a shower.  They headed off to their rooms to get cleaned up while you and Bucky returned to the pool.

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in no particular order— ruined a few friendships but strengthened a few others/graduated/cried a lot/drank too much/learned how to appreciate people/felt what it was like for someone to genuinely care about me???/got politically active/accepted that it’s ok to be a mess idk/lets ignore all the really really bad stuff that happened