i dont get what yall see in mox he's not even in shape anymore tf
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You uncultured fool.
(edits by @scorpioskys)
The dad bod is the powerhouse of the cell. And even in his little tum-tum he'll whip you all up in ten seconds maximum, in every meaning of the word.
If you think Jon Moxley isn't hot he's not 2016 levels of lean like he was as Dean Ambrose, that means you never saw his true charm and attractiveness, it's not about the the mass, the chub, the humma humma!
Hello hello! I'm a very clumsy person, i'm always falling when i walk or run, i keep cutting my fingers and hands when cooking or doing some DIYs or handcraft stuff, also hit my life a lot against the walls, doors and closet. I'm also a dancer (suprisingly, is the only moment i do not have an accident) Do you think you could write some Bucky x reader with that? Just if you feel comfortable with that.
Little Miss Whoops
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Word Count: 1,273
Summary: Bucky and the boys are playing video games and you decide to make them some treats...but in the process your clumsiness gets the better of you.
Author's Note: Thank you for this lovely request darling! @dance-dreamer I too am a clumsy person. I get hurt regularly! I hope you enjoy this! It was fun to write and I wish we had a Bucky to kiss it all better! Have a lovely night! HUGS! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: Soft and sweet fluffs, clumsy!reader
Gif not mine: Credit goes to @captaincentenarian thank you so much :)
You peek around the wall, noting Bucky and Peter on the couch, both concentrating hard on the video game on the TV. Steve and Sam are seated on either side of them, yelling every so often while they point at the TV and bounce in the chairs.
With a giggle you pad into the room and walk behind the couch, sliding up behind Bucky and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Hi baby doll,” he says, never taking his eyes from the TV.
You kiss his scruffy cheek and nuzzle his neck, flinching when Peter screeches about a sniper on the roof. Peter drops the controller and stands with his hands in the air, smiling victoriously.
“I win again Barnes!” Peter cheers.
Bucky sits back with a plop and takes one of your hands that rests along his chest, kissing your knuckles.
“What’s shakin’ doll?” he whispers, turning his head to kiss your lips.
“Nothing much. I’m going to make you guys some snacks,” you answer with a sweet smile.
“Thank you baby doll. And I’m gonna kick this kid’s ass,” Bucky laughs, leaning forward again but not before cradling your cheek and kissing it.
Peter scoffs but sits back down, nodding when Steve and Sam say they want the next game.
You skip toward the kitchen, intent on making the boys both cookies and brownies. As you round the kitchen counter your enthusiasm causes you to bang your hip into the hard granite corner. You wince at the pain but try to muffle the sound.
Bucky immediately looks over. “What happened doll face? Are you ok?”
With a watery eyed nod, you rub your hip and hold his gaze. He blows you a soft kiss then looks back at the game. Letting out a huff of frustration at your clumsiness you start gathering the supplies to bake. You grab the stepstool and place it under the cabinet, opening it up and yelping when you finger gets caught between the bars.
Before you can even turn around Bucky is at your side and pulling you into his chest.
“Aw no baby girl. Pinched your finger?” he asks quietly.
You bury you face in his chest and grab hold of his Henley.
“Yea,” you mumble. “And my hip is sore.”
He gently pulls you away and looks you over.
“Lemme see,” he coos.
Lifting your shirt, he carefully smooths his fingers over your hip, noting the red bruise already forming. He leans down and kisses it softly before inspecting your finger and kissing that too.
“Better?” he asks.
“Yes, thank you Buck and I’m sorry I keep interrupting your game!” you sniffle.
“Nah, it’s nothing. Sam and Steve wanted a turn anyway,” he assures you. “Need any help?”
“No thanks, you go play, I’ll have these ready in no time,” you tell him, shooing him off with a playful squeeze to his butt.
Once the brownies are in the oven you start on the cookie batter, whipping it up quickly and just in time for the brownies to ding in the oven.
“Wow! It smells so good in here,” Peter chimes, giving you a smile. “I can’t wait to eat those!”
You giggle and give him a thumbs up before opening the oven. The brownies cool while the cookies bake and the boys continuously eye the pan on the counter.
“They are almost ready I promise,” you tell them. “Bucky likes them when they are still gooey so I’ve got the timing down just right.”
Sam, Steve and Peter all laugh and eye Bucky with a knowing smirk.
“You’re all just jealous,” Bucky says smugly.
No one can deny that and Bucky throws you a wink.
You cut up the brownies and bring the tray over, placing it down on the coffee table. Before the boys can reach over you grab a corner piece and dash over to the couch and plop yourself in Bucky’s lap. He grins, snaking his arms around your waist and joining them again with the controller.
As he plays his game you feed him pieces of the brownie, each of his moans making you giggle.
“SO GOOD baby girl. SOOOO GOOD!” he mumbles through a mouthful.
The rest of them agree wholeheartedly, unable to do more than make yum noises through their stuffed mouths. You grab another brownie and nestle yourself against Bucky’s chest, giggling every time he moves or jerks around while playing the game.
The timer dings, alerting you to the finished cookies and you untangle yourself from Bucky’s arms, slipping off his lap. In an attempt to not block their view of the TV you scramble along the floor and stay low, but when you lift your head, thinking you’re in the clear, you knock it into the small corner table.
“OW!” you shout, thumping back on your heels and pouting.
“Shit, doll. I heard that,” Bucky tsks, now sitting beside you.
He rests your head on his shoulder and rubs the bump that’s already forming.
“You’re worse than me,” Peter says sadly. “Are you ok?”
You nod and close your eyes, leaning into Bucky’s touch. The sudden realization that the cookies are still in the oven comes over you and you leap off the floor and run to the kitchen. When you open the oven you’re hit with a blast of hot air but thankfully the cookies are ok.
After they cool you bring them over on a plate, laughing when four hands shoot out to grab one. Peter eats his one bite and you gape at him.
“Did you even taste it?” you ask.
“Sure did! Delicious!” Peter’s words come out all muffled as he sprays crumbs on the floor.
Bucky pats his thigh and you slide between his legs, sitting in his lap again.
“Thank you for making all this baby girl,” he whispers into your neck.
“THANK YOU,” Sam, Steve and Peter all yell at the same time.
“You’re welcome guys!” you laugh.
You sit with Bucky while he finishes his game then he carries you and the leftover treats back to your room. He puts you down on the couch and kneels at your feet.
“Let me see your finger,” he says softly.
You hold it out for him. He frowns when he sees the spot where you pinched it on the stool then kisses it with warm lips.
“What about that hip?” he asks as his hands smooth up your legs and lift your shirt.
A black and blue has already formed and he brushes his thumb over the spot, doing the same with his lips before he moves higher and checks your head. The spot is tender and when his lips meet your skin you wince.
“Aw doll. I hate when you get hurt,” he says, rubbing it gently.
You drop to the floor and curl into his lap, cuddling against him.
“I’m the clumsiest person ever!” you whine.
He stands and takes you with him, sitting on the couch and pulling you closer.
“I’m going to have to tell Tony to make you a bubble!” he teases lightly, kissing you all over your cheek. “This way when you hit things or bump into something you just go BOING!”
You laugh into his shirt. “I like this idea! But I want you to have one too so we can run into each other and bounce off.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “That does sound fun. Maybe we can roll down a hill too!”
Your laughter continues as Bucky holds you close and you two imagine all the fun you could have in your very own little bubble.
Does anyone collect the FATWS blind bag characters?
I just completed my set, and have some extras (like 4 extra Batroc) and would maybe be down to sell them. (I've never sold anything before, but how hard could it be to figure out?)
This is something I wrote the other day, something that just came to mind after reading a lot of other one shots, and the fact my birthday falls on Memorial Day weekend/ Memorial Day a lot.
Y/N woke up that morning, more than a little excited, but a little sad too. Today was her birthday, a day that she usually cherished, a day planned to the brim, and enough treats to fill a bakery. But this was the first year that she was spending it with the Avengers, and the first year she'd actually told no one it was her birthday. This year, her birthday fell on a holiday, and not a fun one like Halloween or the Fourth of July like Steve. This holiday was a lot more somber, though there were parades and parties, it was a day to remember those that couldn't be at those events. Today was Memorial Day, and she knew being in a house with soldiers, this day was about the friends and comrades they'd lost more than it was sharing cake with her.
She hadn't always felt this way, already dreaming of her birthday a few weeks back, wondering if she could convince Tony to scale back his usually overboard parties. Y/N was on her phone in the common room, adding things to her Pintrest board when she overheard Sam talking to Nat about the time he spent at the VA. She knew he'd lost a very close friend not all that long ago, little pangs of guilt started creeping into her brain. At first, she thought she was being silly, but when she heard Sam had made plans to meet with some other veterans, and take Steve and Bucky with him, Y/N squashed her ideas of a party altogether, deciding it was best to let the day pass.
Heading into the kitchen, she decided on making herself some cereal for breakfast, huffing slightly at the sight of all the bowls on the higher shelves. It did not pay to be short in Stark Tower. Reaching on her tip toes, her fingers grazed the edges, and she prepared herself to catch a bowl if it fell, before a metal arm slipped around her waist, the other grabbing a bowl down with ease for her.
"Sorry Shortcake. I put up the dishes last night, forgot to leave some down where you can reach." Bucky teased, kissing the top of her head lightly. Bucky and Steve had been in a relationship for about a year before she took residence in the tower, coming to terms with feelings they never really expressed before the war. Wanda was the first one to pick up on the affection the soldiers began to show her over the past couple of months, but they hadn't put an official label on it. Turning in his arms, she smiled, seeing him in a dark gray dress shirt and slacks, gloves sticking out of his pocket if he decided he needed to hide his arm.
"You look really nice today, Buck."
"Yeah? Think so? This collar's kinda choking. Haven't had to wear one quite like this since my Sergeant days." He hummed in appreciation as her hands busied themselves around his neck, fixing his collar so it looked good without being so stiff.
"What plans do you have today, little miss?" Y/N bit her lip, a little unsure. She'd originally planned on brunch with him and Steve, but that obviously wasn't going to happen.
"Oh nothing. May head into the city for a while, do some shopping, get lost." Maybe she'd stop in her favorite diner for lunch and buy herself something nice, a gift to herself. Bucky took hold of her hands, swinging them lightly.
"Well, don't go getting too lost, maybe me you and Stevie can get dinner later, huh? I know you've been wanting to try that little Vietnamese place we saw the other day."
"Sounds like a plan, Barnes. Now you better finish getting ready, you know Sam likes to be prompt."
When Bucky left, Y/N finished her cereal, heading back upstairs to get ready. The day seemed ready for a celebration, sunny and warm with just the slightest of breezes. Changing into one of her favorite outfits, her spirits were higher than they'd been in days, and she was prepared to celebrate her day alone.
Y/N was still out when the soldiers returned from the VA and the cemetery, Steve and Sam finding Tony in the lab, chewing his thumb out of nerves.
"What's got you so worked up?" Steve asked, grabbing a chair, Sam doing the same.
"I can't believe she didn't tell us. How could she not? How did I not look it up?"
"Tony, you gotta breathe a minute and tell us what the issue is." Sam leaned over, Y/N's picture and information pulled up on the screen in front of Tony.
"I was doing some updates on FRIDAY, and part of that was adding Y/N's information into the database. Which is when I noticed it."
"Noticed what?" Steve was concerned, wondering if he should call for Bucky. Was something wrong?
"Today's her birthday. Why didn't she tell us?" All three of them shared a look, wondering why Y/N would hide that from them? Steve pulled out his phone, and began sending messages.
"What are you up to?" Sam asked him, watching as a small smile appeared on the Captain's face.
"Oh nothing."
Y/N was putting her things away in the car, getting ready to head back to the compound when she received a text from Steve.
[Steve] you coming home any time soon, pretty girl?
[Y/N] on my way home now, Stevie. Need something?
His response made her smile.
[Steve] You.
Once she reached the compound, Y/N started overthinking, a usual bad habit of hers. She'd bought herself a few things she'd been holding off for a while on, what had changed? As the elevator doors opened, she was met with another concern. Everyone was in the common room, even down to Pepper and Morgan.
"I guess the gang's all here?"
"Y/N!" Morgan squealed, racing from her mother's lap, "I made you a picture!" Almost shoving it in her face, Morgan had done her best to draw most of them, but it was the scrawly letters at the top that took her off guard. It was misspelled and hard to read, but there was no doubt it said Happy Birthday.
"Shortcake." Bucky called, grabbing her hands very similarly to the way he held them earlier that morning.
"Why didn't you tell us today was your birthday?" Y/N hung her head, not even wanting to know how they found out.
"Because, its Memorial Day. It's a day to remember, not a day for parties." It was Sam's turn to hang his head, knowing she'd heard him that day.
"It was good for you, Steve, and Sam to go spend time with the other soldiers today, for them and for you guys. That's more important than cake and ice cream." Sam stepped beside her, silently pulling her into a hug, his lips to her ear before he began to speak.
"Today may be a day marked on a calendar to remember those that fought and died, but they fought so we can do things like celebrate you. Losing Riley hurt like hell, but I can tell you what helps. Watching the way you help Peter and Morgan with their homework. Or bake cakes with Wanda. Or how you always sit on the balcony to read on a sunny day. I'm sorry I helped make you feel like you weren't as important. I don't need a certain day on a calendar to remember my friends. This is your day. And we'll be damned if we don't celebrate you on it." Y/N was a teary mess by the time he was done, sniffling as he pulled back. Steve had appeared by then, brushing away her tears with his thumbs.
"Now. There may or may not be some cheesecake, ice cream, and caramel sauce in the fridge for a certain birthday girl..."
"And me too?" Morgan asked, big eyes full of hope. Y/N picked her up, placing her on her hip.
"Of course, you too." Bucky laughed, kissing Y/N on her cheek.
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