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Notorious - masterlist

A stupid case of road rage leads you into the unlikely gaze of Bucky Barnes - ex. Army turned Sergeant-at-Arms for the infamous Avengers MC out of Brooklyn, USA.

Lies, innuendo and the never-ending crescendo of “run, don’t walk” haunts you as he lures you into a life you never imagined you’d ever be swept in to. 

He’s the man your mother never bothered to warm you about because she thought she’d never have to ever tell you to stay away.

smut/angst (NSFW) - in progress

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Chapters:

HEAD CANON - ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR - FIVE (NSFW) - SIX (NSFW) - SEVEN (NSFW) - EIGHT - NINE - TEN - FIN?

Drabbles: 

The One With the A-hole Co-Worker

The One With the Very Unfortunate Accident

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[sinner-as-saint]

Sanctuary.

Part 8 of the Crossfire Series.

MAIN MASTERLIST.

Run-through: Would he trade his guns for love?

Themes: angst, violence, gore (blood and stuff), smut, fluff?

a/n: Here we are, the final part of the Crossfire series. Thank you to everyone who stayed till now, to everyone who loved this series as much as I did. And a BIG shoutout to @the-soulofdevil​ (to those who don’t know, she was the one who sent the request for crossfire in the first place).

Fear.

That’s all the mob boss felt the more he approached Thor’s house. He feared the consequences of his mistakes.

He feared that he might not make it on time.

Afficher davantage

[sinner-as-saint]

Sanctuary.

Part 8 of the Crossfire Series.

MAIN MASTERLIST.

Run-through: Would he trade his guns for love?

Themes: angst, violence, gore (blood and stuff), smut, fluff?

a/n: Here we are, the final part of the Crossfire series. Thank you to everyone who stayed till now, to everyone who loved this series as much as I did. And a BIG shoutout to @the-soulofdevil​ (to those who don’t know, she was the one who sent the request for crossfire in the first place).

Fear.

That’s all the mob boss felt the more he approached Thor’s house. He feared the consequences of his mistakes.

He feared that he might not make it on time.

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[fafulous]

Now who said I’m crying like a bich? BECAUS I AM

I FINALLY GET TO USE THIS GIF MEANT FOR THIS SERIES

Also bubba, YOU DID A FANFUCKING TASTIC JOB OF THIS SERIES ITS MY ABSOLITE FAV, my most favourite Bucky series I would say.

BUCKY WANTING A SECOND BBY SKSKKSKSKS IM SO HAPPY CUZ OF THE ENDING.

ILOVEYOU OKAY DON’T STOP WRITING 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

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@fafulous THANK YOU SO MUCH BUBS! THIS MEANS A LOT TO ME!

[weirdochick56]

Mr. Evans II- Chris Evans AU

Teacher!Chris Evans x Student!Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Angst. Infidelity. Forbidden love.

Disclaimers: I don’t condone relationships of this kind, this is for entertainment purposes only.

Word Count: 3, 208 words

PROLOGUE-

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Your hands tremble as you stare down at the small card in your hands. 

Your presence is kindly requested at the wedding of Y/f/n Y/f/l/n and Kennedy Capuano

On June 10th-

You inhale sharply, putting it aside with shaky fingers, unable to look at the tacky floral design of the shiny exterior any longer. 

“Your presence is kindly requested at the wedding of Y/f/n-” you cut yourself off with a roughish, humorless scoff-laugh, barely able to keep a lid on your anger. 

“Is he fucking serious right now?” Despite your greatest efforts, your voice trembles with raw outrage and you run your fingers through your hair, licking your lips frustratingly. 

A habit you wished you’d never picked up from your time with him because it reminded you of him every goddamn time you did it and the thing was, you did it anytime you were upset. And thinking of him every time you were upset…it wasn’t helpful. 

“This is bullshit,” you huff under your breath, screwing your eyes shut and pinching the bridge of your nose to keep the onslaught of tears currently prickling the backs of your eyes. “Fucking bullshit.”

You didn’t know what hurt more, the fact that your own goddamn father didn’t have the basic human decency to give this to you himself or the fact that he was getting married at all. 

Everything about it was wrong. The fact that you didn’t even know he had met someone new, most of all. Was a phone call that fucking hard? 

Granted, the last time you had talked things didn’t end too well. 

He’d been endlessly complaining about you leaving and how you were “abandoning him”. When you’d used that (completely rational) “I’m eighteen now and can do as I please” card with him, he’d screamed even louder. So you started screaming back and his screams only got louder from there, so yours did too until eventually, you were just screaming so loud, it blocked out any rationale in your argument. 

You just said fuck it, picked up your stuff, your mom’s journal and left because you were so fucking done honestly. 

You thought you’d be free of everything in that little town if you just picked up and moved. 

But here it was. Here it was. 

This fucking card. This fucking invitation to a wedding you should’ve been a part of from the very fucking beginning but weren’t. As to whose fault that was? Honestly, you gave up trying to figure that out the moment you stepped foot outside of your town. It wasn’t your responsibility to decipher the complex depths of your relationship with your father anymore. And of course, you tried avoiding thinking about him as much as possible.

It was time to look forward, not back. Looking back meant letting yourself sink and you sure as hell were not a goddamn sinker. 

Not anymore, anyways. 

Because when you sunk, your instinct was to claw your way to the surface as hard as you could. You clawed and clawed, hoping you could eventually feel the warmth of the sun on your skin again. 

Hoping, clawing, hoping, clawing…it was a vicious cycle but the truth was, the water was too much, too strong, too overwhelming, too consuming– it’d swallow you whole inevitably. So no matter how hard you fought, clawed, hoped… it’d gobble you into its dark abyss. 

Eventually, you’d tire out. your muscles would ache with the weight of your hope resting so heavily on your shoulders and you’d give out. The water was infinitely insistent though, it never ceased to tug and each time, it’d get stronger and stronger. 

You decided to stay away from the water altogether. No sense in getting close to something so dangerous. The last time you dipped your toes in…look what it got you.

But now…the water was beckoning, calling you its depths. 

This fucking card. 

*

Margo twirls the card in her fingers, humming pensively. “And you’re not even a little tempted to go?”

“Nope,” your matter-of-fact response is muffled through your mouthful of cereal, as you perch another sock-clad foot on the stool you’re seated on.

Margo, looks at you, deadpanning. “Y/n, he’s your dad,” she starts and you already know where this is going. 

You quickly swallow your mouthful of cereal, shaking your head. “Doesn’t mean I have to go to his wedding with what’s-her-face.”

“Kennedy,” she corrects.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. Point is, I could care less about his stupid wedding and Kennedy and I sure as hell have no burning desire to go back to that stupid little town.”

“Why?” she blurts suddenly. 

You look up at her incredulously. “What do you mean why?” 

She raises a brow. “No seriously. Why? You keep saying it’s because it didn’t let you reach your full potential but why do I get the feeling there’s more to it than just that?” she peers carefully at your face.

You never could keep anything from her.

Looking down, you pretend to be interested in your fuzzy Christmas-themed socks because you can’t face her right now, petrified that she’s going to pry the truth out of you. That she’ll eventually know the real reason you left. 

So you do what you do best; you deflect. “I was just tired of it. Tired of all the superficial gossip and small-minded people that lived there, you know?” you shrug, looking at her with a small smirk. “And you’re going to tell me you don’t agree?”

She sighs, trying (and failing) to conceal a small grin tugging at her lips. “No, I’m not. But- I mean c’mon, Y/n! You seriously don’t want to see your dad get married?”

You think about it, your resolve faltering in the slightest because despite wanting to be selfish like he’s been, despite wanting so badly to be able to say ‘I don’t care’ with all certainty, you can’t. You fucking can’t, because just the thought of your dad possibly being happy–it warmed your heart. 

Because maybe he’s finally found someone that could fill that hole your mother’s death left. And you hated that.

“N-not really,” you hesitate only a little bit, but she notices. Of course she does. Sharp-eyed Margo, always on the hunt for the smallest tell-tale.

Snorting lightly, she takes a sip of her steaming mug of coffee. “Yeah? Well doesn’t sound like it, baby girl.” 

You look at her. “Margo,” you warn in a snarl. 

“Y/n,” she titters, smiling sweetly. 

You huff, as of to say ‘you’re impossible’ before wordlessly taking another spoonful of cereal into your mouth.

Her face flattens out into a serious expression, lips pursing in understanding. “I know you left that stupid little town to leave behind your past, but it’s about time someone told you that that’s pretty much impossible to do.” She waves her finger in your face jokingly. “It’ll always come back~” she sing-songs.

The weight of the truth in her words hit you like a ton of bricks. Still, you swallow harshly and try really hard to keep your composure with a raised brow because you knew she was right and it irked more than you were willing to admit. 

“No? Watch me.” 

You walk over to the kitchen sink, throwing your empty bowl inside to wash later. Just as you go to pull back, Margo ceases your wrist. 

Your eyes jump to hers instantly, brows furrowed. Her face is pulled into a tight expression; concern. 

“I’m worried about you, b. Ever since you left you’ve been weird. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You stare into her earnestly worried chocolate orbs for a second before breaking down. With a reassuring smile, you pat her arm. 

“Hey,” you mumble softly. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll figure it out eventually.” You don’t try to act like you’re okay, because you know she can see right through you and it would only hurt her more to see that you weren’t willing to admit even just that.

She looks at you for a second longer, as if debating whether to say anything to you before ultimately deciding not to. She smiles softly. “Okay.”

You hold back the overwhelming urge to let your shoulders sag in relief and go to move away before she stops you again. “And Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“At least promise me you’ll think about it. I know it’s been hard for you, but coming from someone who’s seen what grudges can do to a person firsthand, you might want to at least consider it.” 

You open your mouth to answer hear but are interrupted by a pair of strong, tanned arms grabbing you from behind and picking you up with ease. He twirls you around, hugging you close to his chest. “I fucking missed you.”

You immediately recognize the smooth, masculine voice and the familiarity of it makes you smile.

You yelp, gripping onto his arms for dear life. “Daniel, for fuck’s sake put me down!” 

His arms tighten around you, nearly crushing you to death. “Never!” he declares dramatically. 

Fits of laughter escape you as he puts you down. You clumsily stumble around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Why are there two of you?” you slur slightly, dizzy from all the spinning. 

His arms instinctively wrap around your waist as he pecks your nose. “Why are there three of you?”

You both laugh, and he leans down to whisper. “Not that I mind, truthfully.” 

You snort, playfully shoving his face away. “You’re so stupid.” 

He winks, sweeping a long strand of blond hair away from his face. “Only for you, babe.” 

You go to retort something (let’s be truthful; probably as cheesy as him) when Margo interrupts with obnoxious and overly-dramatic gagging sounds. 

You turn to look at her and she sighs, “you guys are too cute. It’s disgusting.” 

Daniel smacks your ass as you walk over to her. You yelp, glaring up at him as he winks at Margo smugly. 

“Don’t hate on us just ‘cause you can’t get any, M,” he sing-songs.

Margo rolls her eyes, picking her keys off the kitchen counter. “I will have you know I get plenty, Addington,” she emphasizes the last name, smirking. 

Margo had picked the nickname the moment she laid eyes on Daniel, a reference to the move Surfer, Dude with Matthew McConaughey.

Because Daniel was, in all respects of life, a typical surfer dude. 

You couldn’t help but snort, using your hand to hide it (very poorly, by the way). 

Daniel turns to you, horrified. “Hey! Aren’t you supposed to be on my side, babe?”

You shrug at him, barely holding back a grin. 

Margo shakes her head at you two, a small smile tugging at her lips. “K, well I’m out bitches. See ya’ tomorrow.” She walks out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. 

“God, I hope not,” Daniel whispers under his breath. 

You immediately smack him on the arm, glaring daggers into him. “Daniel!”

He grunts, rubbing at the sore spot on his arm furiously. “Ow! What the hell, babe!? I was kidding!”

You smile with sickly sweetness, gripping his jaw in your hands firmly. “I sure hope so, because that girl is my best friend and I owe her a whole lot. I better not hear you talking about her like that again.” 

He rolls his eyes playfully, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer to him. “I fucking love when you get all bossy, you know that? You’re so hot.” 

You can’t help it when a devious smirk slips out. “Is that so?” You whisper, leaning to barely kiss him. Teasing, as you’d come to find out later, was something you enjoyed far too much. It was especially so with Daniel. 

His eyes grow dark and half-hooded with desire and you can already feel his hard-on pressing against your lower half.  

“It is,” he rasps, hands gently kneading at your hips. 

You moan lowly, leaning in to kiss him, slow and heavy. He kissed back immediately, hands wrapping around your ass to lift you up. You wrap your legs around him to steady yourself, hands gripping his strong tan shoulders. 

His hands find their way under your tank top and his fingers lightly trail over your stomach. You shiver under his watchful gaze, trying to get lost in his touch as it sneaks closer and closer to your breast.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes huskily against you, kissing your chin, then your jaw before trailing down to your neck where he kisses you roughly. 

You try to make your body feel intoxicated with the mere brush of the pads of his fingers, rough from polishing boards all day, from being in salt water for too long. You try to get dizzy with the mere scent of his hair, which lightly smelt of saltwater and sweet shampoo, you try to get your heart to race with every caress of his hands on you, with every kiss he softly planted on your skin, but-

“Stop,” you rasp breathlessly, shoving him away.

He doesn’t stop though, only continues to kiss your neck. “Why? You smell so fucking good, all I wanna do-”

“Daniel, stop. Seriously.” You shove him again, a little harder this time.

This time he stops, thank God. But he’s clearly pissed. 

“Why?” he insists, this time with more conviction than before.

You purse your lips, rubbing your arm nervously. “I’m just not ready yet,” you mumble sheepishly, feeling kind of bad about leaving him high and dry when he was so clearly, um…excited.

Scoffing, he shakes his head. “Then when will you be ready, huh!? We’ve been together for a whole year now, for chrissake! You always do this to me, dammit. You always tease me and-”

“I know!” you yell. “Fuck, I know, Daniel okay? I don’t do it on fucking purpose, though. And I’m not going to give up my virginity if I’m not completely sure it’s what I want!”

He laughs humorlessly, stepping away from you as if you’ve burnt him. “Are you sure it’s not on purpose?”

Your anger sizzles low in your stomach and you raise your brow challengingly at him. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

He purses his lips and shakes his head. “Nothing. You know what? Forget it, Y/n.” 

You reach out for him, guilt squeezing at your heart. “Dan-” you mumble softly.

He evades your touch, glaring at you. “I just need some air,” he mumbles, stalking away. 

He walks straight out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. 

You jump at the sound, sighing tiredly. 

You hated to admit it, but he was right. You’d been together for a little over a year but every time you tried to have sex, you just couldn’t go through with it. 

Something about it just didn’t feel right. 

Daniel was nice enough, tall blonde and hot in that sun-kissed surfer dude kind of way. Plus he was charming and fun. 

And yet…

 And yet- funny phrase isn’t it? It implies that even though everything about someone may be everything you should want, it’s still not what you want. 

He’s virtually perfect and yet, you haven’t been able to fall in love with him. Haven’t been able to feel what he made you feel. Not even a little bit. 

Because fuck, that’s what it all came down to isn’t it? 

Daniel just wasn’t him. His touch was nice, but it wasn’t his. His personality was warm and friendly, but it wasn’t his.

He wasn’t Christopher Robert fucking Evans. 

And you hated yourself for comparing everything Daniel did to him. Detested yourself for thinking that his kiss could never heat your skin the way his did. That his gaze could never have the power over your very being that his did.

You absolutely abhorred yourself for not being able to forget him, not being able to erase his mark on your heart, no matter how hard you’d been fighting against it. How hard you continued to fight against it.

You constantly had to remind yourself that it wasn’t okay to keep holding onto the past. Every day, for the last two years, you’ve had to remind yourself that you chose this. That even if it was what was supposed to happen, you didn’t have a right to want more than you got. That moving on with your life was what was for the best. 

So then why didn’t it feel like it?

You had hope, though. You believed that if you wanted to love Daniel enough, you eventually would. You just needed time. 

More time and you’d be able to get Chris Evans out of your system. Forever.

You sigh again, deciding you weren’t going to think about that anymore. It wasn’t going to get you anywhere, anyway. 

You had no classes today, so you decided to get ahead on your work. Walking over to your couch, you pull out your laptop.

This was Daniel’s parents’ apartment. He was pretty well off as his dad was a software developer for some huge tech company you can’t remember the name of and his mother a successful criminal psychiatrist. 

They got him this apartment a while ago and when you’d started dating, he asked you to move in. Of course, you said no initially, that was insane. You explained this to him, conveying exactly why it’d be a bit too much to move in together after only just getting into a relationship.

But eventually, he’d managed to convince you. I mean, honestly, it wasn’t that hard. A huge apartment you didn’t have to pay a whole bunch of rent for and also get to share with your hot boyfriend wasn’t the worst deal.

You just wish you could love him as much as he loved you. You’d get there eventually, you had no doubt.

You try to work, you really do, but the words are blurring together, interlocking, becoming knotted with each one you tried to type. It was far too tedious to try to focus now and quite pointless too.

Your mind is so clogged with messy thoughts, you decide it’s better for you to go for a jog, let off some steam and come back with a clearer head to reassess. 

You change into your jogging clothes- sports shorts, bra, and a sweatshirt. You tie on your running shoes and tie your hair into a high pony, grabbing your bottle of water on your way out. 

You decide to take on a few laps around your local park, plugging your earbuds in. And because life just hates you like that, of course the first thing that comes up on shuffle is I Hate Myself For Loving You by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts. 

Despite the heaviness the mere initial cords bring to your heart, you don’t skip to the next song and the gritty rawness of Jett’s voice more or less setting the tempo of your jog. Your feet hit the pavement beneath your feet in sync with the beat of the song. 

Something in the lyrics hits a nerve a bit too close to home and you gasp for air, the words puncturing you straight in the heart. 

“I hate myself for loving you Can’t break free from the things that you do I wanna walk but I run back to you That’s why I hate myself for loving you” 

You run harder, trying to sweat off the heaviness in your chest. Running away from the haunting ache that resonates from deep within you or trying to regain control of yourself, you don’t know for sure. 

You do hardcore sprinting for a few more laps before eventually deciding to slow down to a light jog, rethinking what’d occurred today as you took a sip of your water bottle. 

That invitation jolted something in you, a container you’d spent a long time trying to keep a tight lid on, and popped it open, spilling about your goddam guts.

The past was rushing back to haunt you and now the ball was in your court. Were you going to let it in and have it disturb the present’s peace, or were you going to lock it out and lose the chance at closure?

The real question was; did you even have a choice?

***

Are you excited? Cause I sure as hell AMMMMMMM

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Notorious - masterlist

A stupid case of road rage leads you into the unlikely gaze of Bucky Barnes - ex. Army turned Sergeant-at-Arms for the infamous Avengers MC out of Brooklyn, USA.

Lies, innuendo and the never-ending crescendo of “run, don’t walk” haunts you as he lures you into a life you never imagined you’d ever be swept in to. 

He’s the man your mother never bothered to warm you about because she thought she’d never have to ever tell you to stay away.

smut/angst (NSFW) - in progress

TAG LIST.

Chapters:

HEAD CANON - ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR - FIVE (NSFW) - SIX (NSFW) - SEVEN (NSFW) - EIGHT - NINE - TEN - FIN?

Drabbles: 

The One With the A-hole Co-Worker

The One With the Very Unfortunate Accident

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[90sbuck-blog]

woke up this morning and made the mistake of going to disney+ and watching endgame. needless to say i miss tony.

Can you do a biker!Bucky hc?

One biker!Bucky head canon, as requested @bethyldramioneforever. Hope you enjoy xo Please ignore the typos, they are no doubt in here thick and fast! 

He almost ran you off the road with his ducking and weaving between the busy New York City traffic.

You scream a litany of curses and the honking of your abrasive horn in his direction, knowing that he likely couldn’t hear over the motorbike revving anyway.

Little did you know… When the man in the black leather on the motorcycle pulled over, took his helmet off and stared you down while you were stuck in gridlock, he may have been the sexiest thing you ever saw.

… And the most dangerous.

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Can you do a biker!Bucky hc?

One biker!Bucky head canon, as requested @bethyldramioneforever. Hope you enjoy xo Please ignore the typos, they are no doubt in here thick and fast! 

He almost ran you off the road with his ducking and weaving between the busy New York City traffic.

You scream a litany of curses and the honking of your abrasive horn in his direction, knowing that he likely couldn’t hear over the motorbike revving anyway.

Little did you know… When the man in the black leather on the motorcycle pulled over, took his helmet off and stared you down while you were stuck in gridlock, he may have been the sexiest thing you ever saw.

… And the most dangerous.

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[cametobuyplums-gone-deactivated]

Always the Quiet Ones

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (40s!AU)

Summary: in which Steve is sleeping in the next bed and Bucky asks you to bite down on his tie to stay quiet.

Warnings: alcohol, smut (dirty talk, exhibitionism/ voyeurism, gagging, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex)

A/N: Hello, loves. This is a request for @fvckingavengers​. I am so, so, so sorry it took me so long to write this! I feel so awful considering how long it’s been but I hope you enjoy reading it. 40s!Bucky is my absolute favourite and I couldn’t resist writing this with him in mind.

If you are under 18 you should not be reading this.

A breeze ripples through the spring night. Warmth hangs in the air. Stray giggles and merry chortles that filter through to the street from the bar. An otherwise quiet hush that blankets Brooklyn. The silence suddenly disturbed. A loud thud as your back hits the front door. Wandering hands that miss the keyhole in their desperation to return to you. A chorus of laughs muffled by his lips on yours.

“Ssh, you gotta be quiet for me, doll, or else we’ll wake Steve.”

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[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

Read this to the end because that ending is God damn incredible!!!!

[90sbuck-blog]

AN ENDING I DID NOT EXPECT BUT WAS GRATEFUL FOR GOES TO CAMETOBUYPLUMS.

[cora-notovrloki]

Y/N: all odd numbers have an ‘e’ in them

Loki: y/n, it’s 3am.

Y/N: t-h-r-e-e

Loki: GO TO S-L-E-E-P BEFORE YOU GET B-E-A-T

[dollwritesarchive]

thefvcker-tucker -> thewritingdoll

my links to some of my fics may be broken until i can get them all updated with the proper url, so keep that in mind!!

please signal boost if it’s not too much trouble!!

[beforethelobotomy]

september is coming up so here’s your yearly reminder to leave billie joe armstrong the fuck alone

[bentheechidna]

Well of course. We don’t wake him up until October 1st.

[geekandmisandry]

His dad is dead, just don’t.

[korrasera]

In case anyone reading my blog is unaware, this is a reference to the Green Day song titled “Wake Me Up When September Ends” a song that Billie Joe Armstrong wrote following the death of his father in September of 1982 when Billie Joe was ten years old. The title of the song references his desire to sleep through September in an effort to get some emotional distance from the death of his father.

He’s since been open about the emotional difficulty of having written the song since many people now message him on October 1st to ‘wake him up’ despite the song being a memorial to his departed father.

It’s generally seen as respectful to not try to wake him up. Let him sleep and let him remember his father in peace.

[blankblankblank01-deactivated20]

reblogging again because the end of September is coming up. leave him alone.

[boosyboo9206]

Reblogging as a reminder to leave Billie Joe Armstrong the fuck alone on October 1st and any day after it if your message is going to contain anything to do with “waking” him up because September will be over.

[lenavonschweetz]

[sinner-as-saint]

MY (very smutty) Master List

For all those who were asking :) 

Stucky x Reader

Well Deserved Throne  

Well Deserved Throne (Sequel) 

Home 

A Hundred Years

Bucky Barnes 

Questions

Safe Haven (Post Endgame Bucky)

Rescue Me (Post Endgame Bucky)

Longing

Obscure (dark! Bucky)

Capital Letters series

Capital Letters (part 1) 

Capital Letters (part 2)

Bucky Barnes - Stained Series 

Stained Part 1

Stained Part 2

Nat/ Wanda x Reader

Unconditional (Natasha x reader & Wanda x reader)

Tony Stark

Go ahead and cry, Little Girl. (Tony Stark) 

Evanstan x Reader

Call An Avenger (Evanstan x Reader)  

Call An Avenger (Sequel)  

Sebastian Stan 

Convergence Of The Twain (Professor Sebastian Stan) 

As Long As You’re With Me 

De Trop

Nobody Does It Like You Do 

Ardor (Artist! Seb)

Drabble #1

Drabble #2

Drabble #3

Drabble #4

Peter Parker

One and Only (Peter Parker Headcanon) (Fluff)  

Winter Soldier

Tough Love (The Winter Soldier Headcanon) (Angst)

Steve Rogers

Ocean Eyes (Steve Rogers Post Endgame Smut / Angst)

Muffin (Steve Rogers Drabble) (Fluff) 

Valentine

Mob! Seb (Back For You series) COMPLETED.

Back For You (Mob! Seb) AU (Smut)  

Want You Back (Mob! Seb) AU (Smut) (Sequel to Back For You)  

Kill For You (Mob! Seb) AU PART 3 

Run To You (Mob! Seb ) Part 4

Next To You (Part 5)

See You Again (Part 6)

By Your Side (part 7)

Home With You (part 8)

Destroyer! Chris

Everything is Blue (Destroyer! Chris) (smut)

Haunted 

Without You

Mob! Seb (Sebastian Stan AU)

Revere 

Bad Reputation

Crossfire series (Mob! Seb AU)

Crossfire (Mob! Bucky)

Vendetta ( Crossfire PART 2)

Rancor (Crossfire PART 3)

Mania (Crossfire PART 4)

Warning Sign (Crossfire PART 5)

Rupture (Crossfire PART 6)

Mafia! Bucky

Bad Guy (Mafia! Bucky)

Jake Gyllenhaal

Home (Jake Gyllenhaal)

Bath Tub

That, and more coming soon loves! 

[mcdolans]

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

[semememes-blog]

HOW

[lexiwestiiee]

I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRET

[takemewherethewildthingsare]

SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU

[clariphonete-deactivated2014111]

I GOT THIS AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE 

[wrappingpaper]

there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one

how

[bbassam-deactivated20151227]

i reblogged this less than 2 minutes ago

how the actual 

[d0nn0-deactivated20150125]

legit how, in like 30 seconds i got one and this has 500k notes

[sapphicambitions]

THE LESBIAN AGENDA IS SUCCEEDING

[youngdiasporan]

Hey did you know that this is literally just pink colonialism?

[lizardbby]

in this month, which is both pride and indigenous history month, please unpack ur “i wanna move to a farm w my wife uwu” shit and realize it holds an inherent expectation of access to land stolen from indigenous people. it’s irresponsible to move to a rural area to ““live off the land”” without giving serious thought to whose land it was before white settlers took it over and how you can work to undo that theft. becoming a white settler yourself ain’t it.

[bluntedblade]

I’ve been seeing alot of these kind of posts targeting white people who want to purchase land, and as a native person myself, the hostility is really unfounded. I get what it’s all going for but it’s just barking up the wrong tree. Yes, the land is stolen. And it was stolen a long time ago, and many aboriginal people were hurt when the land taken and abused. There’s nothing wrong with a few people on the internet having daydreams about managing a farm.

I wasn’t able to discern race from either of the above two responses, so I’m not going to make any assumptions, but I have seen a few of these posts posted by white people. So, if you’re a white person, instead of crying “colonialism!” Out on the internet because people want to own a farm, actually go out and help native people. Learn their cultures and languages, and help preserve them. Donate your time and money to fundraisers and organizations that help native people. Guilt shaming other people for purchasing land that was long taken from us long ago doesn’t actually help natives! If you’re looking for places to donate, please help the local Indian Bands in your provinces, states, county, etc. Do a cursory search on the internet or ask around near where you live. You’ll find something that you can actually do to help someone who needs that help right now.

For example, I’m Haida- from the north-west coast people who live on Haida Gwaii. Our language is dying, and only twelves dozen speakers are still alive after heavy erasure. You can learn some of the language here (for free!:

http://www.haidalanguage.org/

And even watch a recent documentary to see what life on the island is like today, (I’m not sure if you watch it for free or not, I purchased a Blu-Ray copy of the film):

http://haidagwaiifilm.com/

You can even donate some money to the Haida museum on the island:

http://haidagwaiimuseum.ca/support-the-museum/

This is some research I just did right now. Please, if you’re concerned about what has happened in the past, and what you can do to fix it, please do something worthwhile. Getting mad at strangers who want to own some land doesn’t get native people anywhere.

[maurypovichofficial]

I’d rather die than ask a crush if they like me tf

[90sbuck-blog]

i did this with my crush and she actually felt the same and now we’re dating

[inritum]

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

[ghostdog07]

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

[deathklaue]

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

[doryishness]

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

[victoriaringsinyourears]

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

[lenshade]

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

[themixedbagofwhat]

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

[wodkat]

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

[acstiel]

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

[juststrokemyglabella]

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

[adweeb-deactivated20160228]

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

[silver-couture-deactivated20260]

this is my favourite thing

[proqressions-deactivated2014021]

OKAY SO MY WISHES ALWAYS COME TRUE BC OF THIS HOLY SHIT

[urdreamgirll-deactivated2016061]

This really worked I wished for an iPhone 6 and I got a fucking iPhone 6

[4-02am]

HOLY SHIT IT ACTUALLY WORKED

[exotichoe]

@fuck-yo-feelingsss OMGG FATIMA MY WISH IS GONNA COME TRUE 😂😂

[bliss-folly]

BLISSFOLLY

[silver-couture-deactivated20260]

THIS WORKS, IVE USED IT SO MANY TIMES AND ONLY REALISE IT WORKS NOW THAT I LOOK BACK AND SEE HOW THINGS WORKED OUT OMF

[exxoticsugar-xo-deactivated2025]

Yo. This actually works lol

Reblog forever.

[queensflame]

bruh please work

higher grades here i come

[90sbuck-blog]

please i need this to work i just wanna meet my girlfriend and hug her.