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Little Star
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Masterlist
Steve Rogers:Â
The Stoop
In the Tub
Bucky Barnes:
The Laundry Room
Little Star
Cherry Blossom
Sammy, and I, and the Soda Pop Shop
Pairing: Sam Wilson x f!reader
Word count: 5.2k
Summary: Best friends since childhood, you and Sammy need to fall a part before you can come back together again.Â
Warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of death
Sammy and I always made time for the Soda Pop Shop. On the corner of Smock and Singleton, the Soda Pop Shop was a local institution. Across from Colby Cook Memorial Park, locals would pop in for a soda, a Pop Pop Burger, and a bag of Hot Hot fries. The Pop Hot Combo was not to be missed out on, and Sammy and I would get 2 orders of Pop Hots every Friday night, and head across the street to eat them at the picnic table by Magnolia Trees. They were a treat, and a sacred ritual from the time we were kids till the time he left.Â
Wednesday nights weâd sit at our favored booth in the Soda Shop and order Slush Puppies â Green Apple and Grape. Sometimes weâd sit at the counter stools and talk to Mama Nell, who had owned the shop and worked behind the counter as long as anyone could remember. Nobody had a lot of money where we came from, but Sammy always took care of me. Heâd buy our slushees and our Pop Hots. Heâd do extra chores around the house when we were kids, hoping to get a few extra dollars to spend. When we were older, Iâd see him mowing lawns or running errands for the neighbors. I could never understand why he did it. I had an allowance when we were little, and as a teenager I babysat the younger kids in the neighborhood. I could easily have bought my own food, but that was just who Sammy was.Â
Cherry Blossom
Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader
Word Count: 4041
Summary: You and Bucky finally find the love you deserve. Underneath the cherry blossoms, everything is beautiful. -- What the two of them find is a fantastical real life dream of mine. I hope you think itâs as beautiful as I do.Â
Warnings: Mentions of death, but nothing graphically depicted. Should be edited more, but I literally could not read it again.Â
He sat on the steps of the back porch. She sat beside him. He hated that this place was so quiet now. It wasnât supposed to be. It never was before. He looked over at the woman sat beside him and he could see it. The two of them together, happy, in this same place. He prayed she could see it too.Â
âWhen my grandparents first bought this place, there was hardly anything here. The house theyâd bought was this tiny little dump, with rotted wood and broken windows. Mom has pictures. Itâs amazing how different it looks now. Nana told me they liked the land, and thatâs why they bought it. That the trees and the grass were perfect. That the air smelled just right.â
She looked over at the man she loved. Sheâd never seen him like this. It was almost solemn. A solemn yearning for something he didnât yet have. She leaned her head on his shoulder and said, âWill you tell me about them? Will you tell me about this place?â
He looked down at her, this woman he loved enough to bring here, to this sacred place. He was unafraid with her beside him, âIâll tell you everything. Itâs a long story though.â
She grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight, âDonât worry. We have time.â
He kissed her temple and her eyes fell closed. She looked out at the garden and said, âHow did they first meet?âÂ
âWell. He fell flat on his face in front of her.â
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In the Tub
Pairing: Steve x Reader, with a fun appearance from Sam and Bucky
Word Count: 1040
Summary:Â The Golden Girls (Steve, Buck, and Sam), have a little too much fun. It is really so stupid. I could not stop thinking about it, and quite frankly, it is well, and truly, ridiculous.Â
Warnings:Â Drug use, but itâs not crazy or anything.Â
When you walked into the kitchen, you were expecting literally anything else. But there they were â Thing One and Thing Two. Bucky and Sam sat on the floor, with their backs against the counter, watching the Harley Quinn animated series and spooning peanut butter out of the jar.Â
Stopped in the doorway you said, âBoys? Whatâs going on in here?â
Bucky looked up at you, eyes red, and gave a lazy smile, âWant some peanut butter?â
Sam looked over once he realized Bucky was talking to someone else and said, âOhhhh, shit. Here comes you!â
Hi, I just read little star and thought Iâd let you know that my heart aches but in a good way
Oh my gooooooooodness I am so glad đ when Iâm in the same situation, I sing to myself like they do. Itâs a story with a soft place in my heart and I am SO happy you liked it. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts, it means the world đ„°
The Bane Of My Existence. (Chapter 1)
âHereâs a truth, youâre a sloppy bitch!â- IT Chapter 2
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers x Pietro Maximoff x Peter Parker x Thor Odinson
Warnings: Bad mouthing, Cursing, Sexual innuendos, Shitty writing.
Summary: Youâre Tony Starkâs hired journalist whoâs job is to defend him from all the nasty rumors sharks like to spread. Ready to pass the year long written biography he was expecting you to bring in his beautiful New York city home. All was going well until you heard a whistle and â iâd tap that ass â the moment you step foot in the house hold. And that was just one of his many children.
a/n: Just to make things clear, this wont be a polygamous relationship type fic. I dont know what to say without giving anything away but yeah, this wont be that.
Hereâs a little backstory.
Getting this job was an answered prayer for you, after graduating NYU with a Bachelorsâs Degree in Journalism you thought itâd be easy to get a job assuming 1. Youâre in New York City, Journalists are considered golden eggs in the city, that is if youâre a great one. 2. You are great! You graduated top of your class for christâs sake! so why was it that you were unemployed for 2 years after graduating? Horny, disgusting job interviewers thatâs whatâs up. In a total of 14 out of 20 interviews they were men, and much to your disappointment theyâre all hungry Hyenaâs whoâs looking for a rookie journalist they could trick into getting in their pants for the job they very much desire, fresh out of college, desperate for some dough to afford that 600 dollar apartment that was way too small considering the price, who wouldnât? Not you, nope.
Which is why when you got a call from Stark Industries you were beyond shocked, I mean you were good but were you that good? It felt unreal, but apparently Tony Stark himself read one of your stories on him when you were a freelance writer and somehow impressed him. When you were invited for the first walk-in-interview it felt more real than your doubts, getting interviewed by Pepper Potts herself you had to pinch yourself more than a hundred times after you got home.
The job you were offered was an unusual one? You write articles addressing all of the rumors New York Times, People Magazine, Fox fucking news, say about Stark and whether or not its real, so no its not an 8 to 5 office work, its a 24/7 availability kinda thing, but that didnât stop you from taking the job no, at this point you were desperate to make a dime, drowning in debts at your 20s? Not a good look.
A year and a half later, you were happy, content and rocking designer eye bags. Throughout the entire year, youâve gotten closer with the billionaire considering youâre always on the phone or in the office with him confirming all that needed confirming before you got to writing, explaining, and loads of defending due to his uncontrollable mouth filled with unwanted opinions. Heâs great really, just a little douchy.
But before all that he gave you your first assignment when you took the job, collect info and write a bio book based on your observations through your times together and do it honestly, The Real Life Of A Billionaire but of course with a little sugar, wouldnât wanna get fired now do we? Ha!
But thatâs all he wanted to be written, based on your observations in office, nothing personal on his side of the story, nothing the people already knew, just from a different perspective.
Youâve never been to his home nor have you met his rumored unruly children, not that its any of your business anyway. Thatâs why it came to a shock to you when he invited you over to pass the year-long written book instead of just meeting in the office like you usually do.
All caught up? Letâs start with the car ride, shall we?
Grabbing your keys, locking the door, checking if you had everything you needed, you were ready for the hour-long drive. Apparently, itâs not just a "houseâ that has neighbors after 200 steps to the left, it was a- a how do you say this? A Downton Fucking Abbey property, entering the first gate and driving through the road you thought it would never end.
It was a modern-looking palace with bloody roses surrounding the house and the sides of it, Trees were thick and expanded through the horizon, it was massive, to say the least.
Opening the door to your car, you felt like you were here to clean a toilet with your current attire, black high waisted skinny jeans and an NYU sweater your dorm mate decided to crop over the belly button area for Halloween âSlutty NYU Studentâ She said. But with your high waisted jeans, it seemed decent enough to leave the house wearing it, leaving not much space to see in between the two fabrics, paired with white sneakers, you were ready to conquer get this task over with, so making your way to the massive black wooden doors you rung the doorbell and waited for someoneâs arrival to tend to your nervous form. God get your shit together Y/n itâs just a house, so why the hell do you feel like a vampire will come out and suck the living shit out of you, startled out of your thoughts, a woman with fire-red hair opened the door, she didnât seem like someone who would just open the door for you assuming Tony has over a 100 worker in the property, with her designer pajama set and Gucci slide on. âYes?â She asked confused and leans on the side of the door. âUhm hi, Iâm here for Tony Stark? He sent me over to bring his bio book.â Fiddling with your hands, you didnât know how to react to her lingering gaze as if she was thinking whether or not to close the door on you cause you definitely did not look like someone Tony Stark would incorporate himself with. Itâs not your fault okay you barely had time to wash your clothes and it resulted in grabbing the first clean fabric you had available.
âOh okay, c'mon in heâs inside his office, Iâm Wanda by the way.â She said cooly, so she wasnât evil.. you were overthinking. Ha! How funny, who would want to suck you anyway. That sounded wrong?
âIâm Y/nâ You smiled back at her, she returned it and held your gaze. âYouâre pretty Y/n, and here we are, just knock. Iâll see ya laterâ Giving you a wink and a twirl of her hair before strutting down the hallway with a confident sway in her hips. Wow, okay that wasnât weird at all.
Knock Knock. âCome inâ Opening the heavy dark wooden doors you were greeted with another set of doors, and this time they were glass doors that showed the entire office-junkshop thingy tech stuff, knocking against the glass he finally lifted his gaze from the little bomb looking thing he fiddling with. âAh! Y/n youâre- late, say sorry to meâ He said mockingly while he glanced at his watch.Â
Scoffing and rolling your eyes at him with a small smile on your face, you replied. â5 minutes lateâ You replied in the same mocking tone he used. âAnd itâs a Saturday give me a break, Iâm only really here to pass your bioâ
âGimmeâ passing the book to him with a chuckle. âShould I trust you? Or do I need my lawyers to review this.âÂ
âHaHa very funny, you can tru-
âDad Iâm home, Mom told me to say hiâ A deep voice suddenly cutting you off. Turning both of your heads to look at the intruder, he was wearing black slacks and white long sleeves with three buttons undone, blue eyes, clean shaved, and brushed up hair. Not noticing you were drooling staring at him, but he did, and he seemed to take pleasure in it when he sent you a smirk. When did he start walking your way, huh? what?
âHi, Iâm James and you are?â It took you at least 3 seconds to realize you were the one he was talking to, and when you were finally out of your trance and ready to reply, someone else replied for you. Talk about rude. âSheâs not interested. Y/n I think our work here is done do you want me to lead you out or?â âNo no itâs okay I can manageâ You smiled to him and turned on your heel, not glancing one bit at the temptation.
You heard it, you couldâve sworn on it, hell you werenât on drugs, you swore on your mothersâ flower garden, a faint âFuck me, look at that assâ was heard. Tired of the suspense you turned your head to look for the source and you were greeted with a man built for the gods wearing a white sweater and nibbling on some crackers, his legs crossed, and a smug look on his face, upon noticing eye contact he finally lifted his gaze from.. your ass? wtf- âExcuse me?â Suddenly feeling anger rising up your chest from his malicious comment. âExcused.â How fucking dare- âSo are you a new maid or something? Iâve been here for almost thirty minutes trying to ring maria, but sheâs not answering her phone. Think you can clean my room on your first day? had a crazy night last night.â Your face red and your mouth ready to burst profanities at his face but before you could another voice filled the room. âWhat are you doing home so early? And I thought you left already?âÂ
âFinished all my work earlier than I usually do I guess, and Iâm not mad about it at all with the beautiful view I had minutes ago.â You were about to pounce on his face if it werenât for the hand on your elbow holding you back, and your reaction only seemed to entertain blondie even more. âOh look itâs mad.â âListen here you fucker-  âOH KAY lets go, cmon off we goâ
You already passed the front door and the steps, and yet you could still hear the faint of his laughter. A.S.S.H.O.L.E.Â
âIâm very sorry about that.â He sighed rubbing his eyes, clearly embarrassed by the man. âLemme guess, your son?â You sighed, leaning on your car door.âHow come the other one is not so bad?â He gave you a are you fucking serious look. âCause I had you leave the room before he became Satan.â That made you chuckle and place a comforting hand on his shoulder. âSo it is true then?â He looked up at you confused at first before understanding what you were implying. âAh, yes they are very true,â He said with a soft chuckle, he seemed too old to be dealing with this kind of bullshit, and you must admit you felt really bad for him. âDonât quit okay?â Confusion etched your face at his suddenness. âWhy would I quit?â
âBecause we work here starting Monday.â
to be continued~
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a/n: This took a while but here it issss i hope yall enjoy. Feedbacks and reblogs are much appreciated.
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concept: falcon and the winter soldier but its shot like a reality show x
His expression at the end is too perfect not to reblog. đ
WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHTS
Little Star
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count:Â 2807
Summary: You and Bucky find itâs easier to breathe when youâre together.Â
Warnings: Panic attacks, mentions of sexual assault, should probably have been edited more
Itâs never pretty. The harsh recovery from battle. Itâs leaving one war behind for another â the fight always follows you home. You look over your shoulder in CVS. Youâre afraid, and ready at a moments notice to face a threat that isnât there anymore. You canât shake the feeling. In the produce section of the grocery store, someone bumps into you, and suddenly youâre trying to hide the fact that youâre having a panic attack in front of the oranges. You turn to look for someone whoâs not there. Thereâs no one to hurt you anymore, but thereâs no one to help either.Â
You met Bucky on accident. You were on your way home when two men stumbled out of a bar, drunk, and laughing too loud. They were tall. Their words were lewd, and they were walking toward you. You felt one of their eyes on you. Their gaze on your body as if it was theirs to gawk freely at. On instinct you stopped dead in your tracks. He had already looked away, but it still felt like he was staring.Â
When you see TâChalla bring back Ross, Shuri says, âGreat! Another broken white boy for us to fix!â That was my idea. I said to Ryan [Coogler], "Bro, can I say this? Can I say it, because it links to Bucky Barnes being in Wakanda?â and heâs like, âPerfect, say it.â â Letitia Wright
The Laundry Room
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 3416
Summary: Bucky is soft. He finds love in the laundry room of his apartment building.Â
He wasnât sure what it was like to be in love. He had loved people, sure â his ma, his sister, Steve. But he didnât really know what it was like to truly love a woman, and to be loved by her in return. He thought it must be beautiful.Â
It wasnât what heâd wanted in the forties. He was so young â handsome. Girls wanted to be around him all the time, looking up at him wide eyed and lashes fluttering. Heâd take them dancing, because thatâs what they wanted, and heâd walk them home. Heâd get a kiss on the cheek from the girls who were looking for a boyfriend, and a kiss on the lips from the girls who were looking for a good time, and heâd walk home alone.Â
It was never more than that though. No one ever made it past a few dates, and then came the war, and the dark, and the cold, and suddenly his hair was long. When his hair was short, and his body whole, he was someone else. He didnât know who that was anymore, angry that he would never get him back. Girls didnât look at him anymore. No wide eyed women he could call âdoll.â No one whoâs eyelashes would flutter. And if girls wouldnât look at him, what did the rest of his life look like?Â
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AHHHHH!!!!! So many of you have said such kind and wonderful things about The Laundry Room. Itâs made me deeply emotional, and I just wanted to say thank you all. It fills my heart with such deep and boundless joy to know that something Iâve made has made people happy. I love you all, and Iâll be posting more stories soon đ„°
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Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life, Too)
summary: Bucky waits at the end of the aisle for the love of his life (heavily inspired by that scene in Crazy Rich Asians) pairing: bucky x reader warnings: a ridiculous amount of fluff a/n: This was written for @mermaidxatxheartâââs 500 follower challenge! I had the song prompt of Falling in Love with You by Elvis Presley, though I was really drawing off the cover by Kina Grannis in the link in the summary. Congrats on 500(+) Jamie!! đž
Buckyâs hands were stuffed into his pockets, pulling at the seams of expensive threads as if the unraveling string could release a piece of tension in his chest, let him breathe a little easier, let his head feel a little less numb. Leather wingtips of his shoes were tight around his toes, the tie draped around his neck a little too snug, sweat beading at his temples. His breaths were heavy in his chest, thick like anvils on his lungs as he swayed from one foot to the other.
It smelled faintly of lavender and incense as he managed to take in a shallow breath; memories of Sunday mornings with his Ma and sister traveling into the city adorned in baggy suits and frilly dresses, a pout on his face through his teenage years. Stained glass windows to his left, marble statues to his right; colorful light filtered through the room and touched against the faces of stone, sun kissed, heaven sent.
His hands gripped to fists in his pockets and Bucky gazed out to the rows of old, wooden pews. It was filling up quickly with women dressed in beautiful gowns and men in black ties, talking quietly amongst themselves, stealing looks to the back of the room and then up to Bucky. Nervous excitement, joyful smiles he wasnât used to be on the receiving end of.
âYou alright there, man?â Steve asked to his left, nudging his shoulder teasingly. Bucky nodded quickly, maybe a little too quickly, because Steve started to chuckle under his breath. âThereâs still time to run for it if you want? I can get the car started.â
âNot a chance,â Bucky replied without hesitation, his voice rough and raw like stone, unused all morning. He nodded to himself, pulling in a deep breath as he stared down at the double doors at the end of the aisle. âIâm marrying the love of my life today.â
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