this masterlist contains characters from the marvel cinematic universe.
robert reynolds ⬎
❤︎ ꩜ “polaroid.” (unfinished)->the team asks about the polaroid in bob’s wallet, so he tells them about the girl he never even dated.
bucky barnes ⬎
❤︎ ꩜ ✦ "incoming." (37.8k) ->after two years of you talking into his ear, bucky meets the face behind the voice on the comms after a tricky mission.
“scammer no scamming.” -> no comment
robert reynolds ⬎
✦ ★ “bandaids.” (3.3k) -> bob reeeeeaaalllyyy likes your new suit.
❤︎ ꩜ “what more can i say?” (4.2k) ->bob loves you. he always has, but when he learns you’re moving to new york, he can’t stop himself from pouring his heart out to you at the same beach you two met.
❤︎ ★ “in my room.” (7.7k) -> the thunderbolts get invited to the world’s top band’s concert for PR. bob gets dragged along, but chaos errupts when he realises that he knows this band, and that the super hot guitarist he's always had a thing for is looking straight at him.
✦ bob who lives in between your thighs
bucky barnes ⬎
✦ “sugar tits.” (10k) +18 -> chef james barnes doesn’t like when the waitress parades around the restaurant for tips, and he really doesn’t like it when she lets the men think they have a chance with her.
❤︎ “down time.” (1.7k) -> bucky gets back from a mission and needs you; the warmth after a cold and gruelling week-long stretch away from home and everything he loves.
꩜ ★ "a dull ache." (2.4k)->you had told him that it was okay— that the soldier he once was had never laid a hand on you, but when the void shadows new york, his shame room forces him to confront the lie you had been insisting on for all of those years.
꩜ ★ “india rubber.” (4.7k) -> you finally have the winter soldier trapped above you, but the man stuck on your blade isn’t the bucky you once knew.
❤︎ ★ “made to match.” (4.1k) -> every sunday, you spend your day selling your homemade jams and spreads at the market. it's your favourite part of the week; but the real highlight is when customers assume you and bucky barnes, the town's baker and local grump, are together because of the perfect and accidental pairing of your trades.
❤︎ "the gift of a lie."(6.3k)->when a harmless joke during a secret santa sign-up turns into a full-out rumour that you’re dating bucky barnes, you figure it’s easier to lie than to tell the truth. when bucky finds out, he agrees to helping you on one condition; you have to help him with his secret santa.
❤︎ “till death do us part.” (4.5k) -> you invite bucky as your plus one to your best friends wedding. when you step up on that stage to give the speech of your life, he can’t seem to hide his adoration for you.
❤︎ ꩜ “metal meets flesh.” (3.2k) -> everybody knows to stay away from the gym when you and bucky decide to spar. as an ex red room spy and an ex hydra assassin with a history, there’s more than broken skin, torn nylon, and sweat-stained grudges that comes out in the ring.
❤︎ ꩜ "table for two." (4.4k) -> with a schedule as busy as yours and a boss as grueling as sam wilson, dating becomes an afterthought; so when the day comes where you actually manage to score a date, you let yourself hope— only for it all to fall apart. the last thing you expect is for your boss’ friend to slip into the seat in front of you and order a whiskey, but it’s certainly not the worst thing to happen to you that night.
❤︎ ꩜ ✦ “hotel california.” (30.5k) -> you’re a runaway and his truck has broken down. the only thing you two have in common is that you’re both staying in a shitty motel. you have three days to try to convince him to take you all the way to california, and three days to decide whether or not you can trust a stranger more than the place you ran from.
steve rogers ⬎
✦ steve and his love for the mating press +18
natasha romanoff ⬎
✦ ★ "adult swim." (5.5k) +18 ->maria romanoff might think she has the upper hand over you because of her looks and her smarts, but she has no idea that you're the one who has her mother moaning your name in the changing rooms after swim club.
johnny storm ⬎
❤︎ “head over heels.” (6.5k) ->after a series of accidental mishaps, johnny traps you both in the file room hoping you explain why you dislike him so much.
pietro maximoff ⬎
✦ "off limits." (3k)+18->you promised pietro that you'd give him a treat if he got all of his chores done before you got home, but even though he tries to play it off as him just being 'fast', you both know he used his powers. you choose to punish him in the worst way possible—tying him up, wearing your skimpiest lingerie, and watching as he falls apartat the seams.
bucky barnes x reader x bob reynolds ⬎
✦ ★ “double agent.” (4.2k) +18 -> you’ve found yourself in an impossible predicament— you’re sleeping with both bob and bucky and neither of them have a clue about each other.
bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers ⬎
✦ “there’s something in the trees.” (12.2k) +18 -> bucky barnes and steve rogers have hunted every cryptid around the globe except one— you, the elusive mothman. now that they’ve found their way to west virginia, they’ll stop at nothing to find you.
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Lullaby of the Ancients
How does a Dream and a Star fall in love? Through a dream, of course, for stars are dreams themselves.
Summary: Once upon a time . . . there lived a Dream and a Star. Together by choice. Together by love. Together, they sing a soft lullaby for those who stand in their presence. The events of S1 and S2 of Sandman with a Dream and a Star.
Season 1
✦Chapter 1 - A Star's Fall ✦
✦Chapter 2 - Records from The Dreaming ✦
✦ Chapter 3 - A Light Not Made From Fire ✦
✦ Chapter 4 - Hope Found in the Stars ✦
✦ Chapter 5 - Dreams of the Dream Lord ✦
✦ Chapter 6 — Consumption of a Star ✦
✦ Chapter 7 — Stay with me (to Walk the Line) ✦
✦ Chapter 8 — Come Inside of My Heart ✦
✦ Chapter 9 — The Current ✦
✦ Chapter 10 — The Former¹ | The Former²✦
Season 2
✦ Chapter 11 — Delirium¹ | Despair² | Desire³
✦ Chapter 12 — The Dimming Nightlight ✦
✦ Chapter 13 — The Banquet✦
Bonus
✦ A Queen's Punishment ✦
[Coming soon . . . ]
Into The Sandman: That Time You Got Flung Across a Different Dimension Where Apparently The Endless are Real. So There You are, a Normal Human Being Who is Suddenly in The Dreaming. Somehow, Their King is Even More Emo in Person.
Stand-alone oneshots about Isekai! Reader. The masterlist is ordered roughly by order.
Season 1
First time in The Dreaming
Saving Gregory
Waking Up After 106 Years
A Century of Loss Wages
Rose Walker
Season 2
Conversation With The Endless
Unfortunately, They’re Idiots Who Know They’re in Love (That’s What Makes Them Idiots)
Your Fate. Your Character. Your Choices
Ending 1: Forget-Me-Not | Orpheus
Ending 2: Is This A Date?
|Running To You|
Request: I have a request for Morpheus: he has a mortal girlfriend who he comes to see and finds her really beaten down by life. Literally she wants to run, so he takes her to the castle and gives her night of his full attention, whatever way that appears.
|Between His Fingers|
Summary: A law student who works best with a reward system . . . and . . .and I don't know what else to say. It's smut. Dream fingers you while quizzing you on law student stuff.
|Hecate! Reader|
Request: Can you do a one-shot of Morpheus meeting and falling in love with Hecate! reader who's the anthropomorphic personification of magic and the first witch in existence?
Red Scrubs | Bob Reynolds x OXE Experiment!Reader | One shot 1.3k
Bob wakes up next to you in the desert with no memory of what happened in the vault.
Content: canon-divergent, what if Bob wasn't the only experiment? What if you were worse! Bob is a sweetheart. Memory loss.
For @fluffyjuly Day 14 - “You stayed?”
And @juniebjonesin picnic prompts - quiet affection / yearning
Masterlist | Marvel | Bob Reynolds
It's hot, it's far too hot and Bob isn't entirely sure what he's going to do about that but considering you've been out cold for almost an hour, he figures it's probably his responsibility.
He'd woken in the blazing sun wearing hospital scrubs with what looks like bullet holes in them. His are blue-green, yours are red.
Something itches in the back of his mind that you need to run, but he's not entirely sure from what. Just a growing sense of dread and a desire to be literally anywhere else.
He can see dust in the distance, cars driving along a road maybe? And part of him knows that could be the easiest way out of this. Following the road to a town and then calling for help.
But he also can't remember who he's running from, what if they follow him? What if they answer?
Bob doesn't have the best relationship with the police and he's not keen to see if it's changed since the last time he was cuffed in the back of a cruiser. He's fairly sure there's at least one warrant out for him and he isn't overly keen to find out if it's still outstanding.
There is a building though, and from this distance, it looks abandoned. At least it might shelter you both from the sun for a while.
With some effort Bob rolls you onto your back, checking your face and temples for any bleeding. It's a beautiful face, one that tugs on his memories in a way that has his gut twisting. But nothing clear surfaces.
It tracks, his memory has been terrible for years, since he started using, and he doubts that whatevers happened to him in between will have helped.
Unlike his scrubs, yours are mostly intacked, apart from one hole at your shoulder. There's no blood there, but there is a neat circle punched out of the fabric. Looking down. He can see a wider circle on his own chest in the same place.
Did you get in front of him? And then he what? Took the rest of the bullets and lived? Whatever you'd both taken it had to be crazy.
At least there was no blood, just your floppy body.
"Hey," he taps your cheek gently, "hey wake up."
Your eyelids flutter, your hand shooting up to wrap around his wrist, and then you're sighing into his palm.
"Can you walk?"
You shake your head, but Bob manages to get you half to your feet, your weight leaning against him as you both stumble through the dry grass and rocks of wherever the hell you ended up.
The building looks further away now if possible. But together you pick your way towards it.
On closer inspection, it looks like an abandoned garage, maybe there'll be some running water, what if there's food?!
Bob picks up the pace and beside him you try to keep up, your feet dragging.
He doesn't remember what kind of man he was before what is clearly the worst trip of his life, but he knows he'd never leave you behind. He knows he's not the kind of man to leave anyone behind, but certainly not you. With renewed energy, he picks you up, hooking his arm under your legs.
He takes a stumbling step, but then he finds his balance. Despite the heat you tuck your face against his neck, your breathing shallow. It feels sticky on his skin but the mostly regular inhale and exhale helps him keep a slow, but solid, pace.
He was right, the garage is abandoned. A calender displaying a mostly naked woman tells him it was last used in 2019.
As soon as he has you settled in a shady spot, he tears it off the wall and drops it into the waste paper bin.
Mercifully the tap is still working, ice cold water bangs out of the pipes, rattling the entire sink. He runs it for a few minutes, just in case, and then fills a cracked mug to the brim, sipping slowly.
He can feel your eyes on him from the main garage room, so he brings the mug through and holds it up to your dry lips.
"You stayed with me." You croak the words out slowly and it takes Bob a moment to process them.
"I couldn't leave you in the desert."
"Not just the desert, before."
"I don't really remember before." He hands you the mug so you can have the last drink.
"Oh," you close your eyes and sigh.
You look sad again and he isn't sure why, he wants to make you happy.
He saw a few cubbies in the backroom, maybe there's food.
Bob hurries around, refilling the mug and looking for anything left behind, returning after a few minutes with some Twinkies and a fruit roll up.
"You must be hungry."
You crack an eye and take the offered treat, eating it slowly and savouring every bite.
The calm look on your face makes Bob feel better too, and he wants to keep it that way for as long as possible.
"Let's stay here for a while, then we'll figure out our next steps."
Your hands moves across the concrete floor and covers his, there's dirt beneath your nails and your skin is dry, but the weight of your palm is a reassurance he'll be searching for for a while.
"Thank you, Ba—Bob." You close your eyes again, catching your words, and there's that tug at Bob's memories again, making his stomach churn.
"You're welcome."
Before he can process anything else, the door opens and a cross looking man in leather is marching in, followed by a familiar group of sorry looking anti-heroes.
"Bob!" There's a blonde woman with a bloody nose and a dirty face looking very excited to see him.
His memory pulls again.
Yelena.
She's wriggling in her handcuffs to try and get closer to him and the action reminds him of something. A tunnel, no, a tower, a silo, an elevator shaft.
"Uh—hi," he didn't think he could possibly feel anymore confused than he already was.
"This is Bob?"
"Yes, Bob!" The group choruses, and a tall man with a scruffy beard a dust bin lid — no — that's Captain America — was Captain America follows up with a muttered, "how many times, Bucky."
That's who he is, the man in leather, Congressman Bucky Barnes, what on earth is he doing —
His train of thought is interrupted by a loud ringing and Barnes answering the phone.
"Yes," his voice softens, "Mel… yes, I found them."
There's a series of protesting noises from the assembled, tied up, group.
"If I tell you that I found your experiments too, you'll do the right thing, won't you — yes plural."
Barnes squints over at you both and Bob can feel you shrink behind him, curling your body inward, arms around your knees. He leans over, covering you from Barnes' eyeline.
"Two, Bob and I dunno, Bob's friend. He's in blue, yes."
Bob looks down at his scrubs.
"— and she's in red. Yes she, yes red — oh. Right. Okay."
Barnes puts the phone down and slides it into his back pocket.
"Robert?"
"You can just call me Bob."
"Your friend there, what's her name?"
"I can't remember," bob shrugged.
"Ma'am, do you remember?" He's obviously trying to be nice, but he looks ready to fight.
"Uh— I'm not sure, I just remember following Bob out of that basement and then now I'm here."
Barnes looks at everyone and circles a finger. "We need to get out of this building, you too Robert."
Bob looks at you instead, tears in your eyes.
"Why are they frightened?"
"I don't know," you choke out. Maybe you do know, maybe you've seen a video of why and maybe you can feel why bubbling in your body the more frightened you become.
"Robert," Barnes says gently, "she may be dangerous, why don't you come outside with us?"
Even Yelena is looking pointedly at the door, imploring him with her eyes.
@mrs-elsie-barnes hii, how are you? commenting to let you know I loved this!
I think you got here a super sweet idea, were you ever thinking of doing a part 2? where they recall their memories? Or Bob recalls, as the main character seems to remember their relationship at least.
Red Scrubs | Bob Reynolds x OXE Experiment!Reader | One shot 1.3k
Bob wakes up next to you in the desert with no memory of what happened in the vault.
Content: canon-divergent, what if Bob wasn't the only experiment? What if you were worse! Bob is a sweetheart. Memory loss.
For @fluffyjuly Day 14 - “You stayed?”
And @juniebjonesin picnic prompts - quiet affection / yearning
Masterlist | Marvel | Bob Reynolds
It's hot, it's far too hot and Bob isn't entirely sure what he's going to do about that but considering you've been out cold for almost an hour, he figures it's probably his responsibility.
He'd woken in the blazing sun wearing hospital scrubs with what looks like bullet holes in them. His are blue-green, yours are red.
Something itches in the back of his mind that you need to run, but he's not entirely sure from what. Just a growing sense of dread and a desire to be literally anywhere else.
He can see dust in the distance, cars driving along a road maybe? And part of him knows that could be the easiest way out of this. Following the road to a town and then calling for help.
But he also can't remember who he's running from, what if they follow him? What if they answer?
Bob doesn't have the best relationship with the police and he's not keen to see if it's changed since the last time he was cuffed in the back of a cruiser. He's fairly sure there's at least one warrant out for him and he isn't overly keen to find out if it's still outstanding.
There is a building though, and from this distance, it looks abandoned. At least it might shelter you both from the sun for a while.
With some effort Bob rolls you onto your back, checking your face and temples for any bleeding. It's a beautiful face, one that tugs on his memories in a way that has his gut twisting. But nothing clear surfaces.
It tracks, his memory has been terrible for years, since he started using, and he doubts that whatevers happened to him in between will have helped.
Unlike his scrubs, yours are mostly intacked, apart from one hole at your shoulder. There's no blood there, but there is a neat circle punched out of the fabric. Looking down. He can see a wider circle on his own chest in the same place.
Did you get in front of him? And then he what? Took the rest of the bullets and lived? Whatever you'd both taken it had to be crazy.
At least there was no blood, just your floppy body.
"Hey," he taps your cheek gently, "hey wake up."
Your eyelids flutter, your hand shooting up to wrap around his wrist, and then you're sighing into his palm.
"Can you walk?"
You shake your head, but Bob manages to get you half to your feet, your weight leaning against him as you both stumble through the dry grass and rocks of wherever the hell you ended up.
The building looks further away now if possible. But together you pick your way towards it.
On closer inspection, it looks like an abandoned garage, maybe there'll be some running water, what if there's food?!
Bob picks up the pace and beside him you try to keep up, your feet dragging.
He doesn't remember what kind of man he was before what is clearly the worst trip of his life, but he knows he'd never leave you behind. He knows he's not the kind of man to leave anyone behind, but certainly not you. With renewed energy, he picks you up, hooking his arm under your legs.
He takes a stumbling step, but then he finds his balance. Despite the heat you tuck your face against his neck, your breathing shallow. It feels sticky on his skin but the mostly regular inhale and exhale helps him keep a slow, but solid, pace.
He was right, the garage is abandoned. A calender displaying a mostly naked woman tells him it was last used in 2019.
As soon as he has you settled in a shady spot, he tears it off the wall and drops it into the waste paper bin.
Mercifully the tap is still working, ice cold water bangs out of the pipes, rattling the entire sink. He runs it for a few minutes, just in case, and then fills a cracked mug to the brim, sipping slowly.
He can feel your eyes on him from the main garage room, so he brings the mug through and holds it up to your dry lips.
"You stayed with me." You croak the words out slowly and it takes Bob a moment to process them.
"I couldn't leave you in the desert."
"Not just the desert, before."
"I don't really remember before." He hands you the mug so you can have the last drink.
"Oh," you close your eyes and sigh.
You look sad again and he isn't sure why, he wants to make you happy.
He saw a few cubbies in the backroom, maybe there's food.
Bob hurries around, refilling the mug and looking for anything left behind, returning after a few minutes with some Twinkies and a fruit roll up.
"You must be hungry."
You crack an eye and take the offered treat, eating it slowly and savouring every bite.
The calm look on your face makes Bob feel better too, and he wants to keep it that way for as long as possible.
"Let's stay here for a while, then we'll figure out our next steps."
Your hands moves across the concrete floor and covers his, there's dirt beneath your nails and your skin is dry, but the weight of your palm is a reassurance he'll be searching for for a while.
"Thank you, Ba—Bob." You close your eyes again, catching your words, and there's that tug at Bob's memories again, making his stomach churn.
"You're welcome."
Before he can process anything else, the door opens and a cross looking man in leather is marching in, followed by a familiar group of sorry looking anti-heroes.
"Bob!" There's a blonde woman with a bloody nose and a dirty face looking very excited to see him.
His memory pulls again.
Yelena.
She's wriggling in her handcuffs to try and get closer to him and the action reminds him of something. A tunnel, no, a tower, a silo, an elevator shaft.
"Uh—hi," he didn't think he could possibly feel anymore confused than he already was.
"This is Bob?"
"Yes, Bob!" The group choruses, and a tall man with a scruffy beard a dust bin lid — no — that's Captain America — was Captain America follows up with a muttered, "how many times, Bucky."
That's who he is, the man in leather, Congressman Bucky Barnes, what on earth is he doing —
His train of thought is interrupted by a loud ringing and Barnes answering the phone.
"Yes," his voice softens, "Mel… yes, I found them."
There's a series of protesting noises from the assembled, tied up, group.
"If I tell you that I found your experiments too, you'll do the right thing, won't you — yes plural."
Barnes squints over at you both and Bob can feel you shrink behind him, curling your body inward, arms around your knees. He leans over, covering you from Barnes' eyeline.
"Two, Bob and I dunno, Bob's friend. He's in blue, yes."
Bob looks down at his scrubs.
"— and she's in red. Yes she, yes red — oh. Right. Okay."
Barnes puts the phone down and slides it into his back pocket.
"Robert?"
"You can just call me Bob."
"Your friend there, what's her name?"
"I can't remember," bob shrugged.
"Ma'am, do you remember?" He's obviously trying to be nice, but he looks ready to fight.
"Uh— I'm not sure, I just remember following Bob out of that basement and then now I'm here."
Barnes looks at everyone and circles a finger. "We need to get out of this building, you too Robert."
Bob looks at you instead, tears in your eyes.
"Why are they frightened?"
"I don't know," you choke out. Maybe you do know, maybe you've seen a video of why and maybe you can feel why bubbling in your body the more frightened you become.
"Robert," Barnes says gently, "she may be dangerous, why don't you come outside with us?"
Even Yelena is looking pointedly at the door, imploring him with her eyes.
@mrs-elsie-barnes hii, how are you? commenting to let you know I loved this!
I think you got here a super sweet idea, were you ever thinking of doing a part 2? where they recall their memories? Or Bob recalls, as the main character seems to remember their relationship at least.
a collection of fics i’ve read and thoroughly enjoyed all in one spot! read each warning before diving in and please give writers some appreciation for all their hard work by reblogging and/or commenting! ꨄ
fooled around and fell in love I @/flowersforbucky I F + A + S I you've never been one for commitment, and your teammates know it. when you and bob start seeing each other, it takes them by surprise and makes them worry about how he'll react to the heartbreak that they expect to follow. what they don't understand - you've never felt like this about anyone.
more than a friend should I @fireinmoonshot I F I Bob didn't quite count on himself being starstruck by seeing you in a dress for the first time. You didn't count on yourself forgetting how to breathe when you saw Bob in a suit. But when you both have to get through a black tie event, the only way to do it is by getting through it together.
drabble I @/fireinmoonshot I C I When your mental health gets bad, Bob is always there for you.
pool day I @moon-fics I F I The team decided to request a pool, not thinking it would be made. Now, they have a pool.
sea otters and hand holding I @pagesfromthevoid I F I 4 times the team tries to get Bob to go out + 1 time he goes out himself
jealous I @/pagesfromthevoid I F
drabble I deactivated I F
request I deactivated I F
request I deactivated I F
shadows beneath the light I @violetrainbow412-blog I C I Valentina contacts you to conduct a complete team assessment regarding the mystical arts. But when Bob's turn comes, it turns out he needs more of your help.
let them see I @/violetrainbow412-blog I F I you and Bob are forced to attend an event hosted by Valentina, where more is revealed than you would have liked.
wrapped around you I @/violetrainbow412-blog I F I Bob has a secret lover in the city, and that night he feels the need to sleep in her arms.
espionage I @/violetrainbow412-blog I F I a quiet morning on the Watchtower turns into psychic people-watching when Jean, Yelena, and Ava decide to “check in” on their teammates. It’s all fun and teasing, until Jean sees something she wasn’t meant to: Bob, deeply in love, living a secret life no one expected.
touch starved!bob I @eyelessfaces I F
before dusk I @/eyelessfaces I F + ~S I As big of a place the Watchtower was, living as a fresh couple surrounded by a whole team of trained soldiers still made it feel a little tight and was inevitably bound to strip you off any kind of intimacy – Ava’s fake gagging whenever you and Bob were up close when she entered a common area never failed to ruin the moment, and Alexei’s well-meant but clumsy reminders for you and Bob to use protection in front of the whole team during dinner made it everyone’s turn to fake gag. So when Bob brought up the subject of going away for a few and the idea of it started to bloom inside your mind, you knew there was no turning back – the prospect of having Bob all to yourself for a couple of days was too exhilarating to consider chasing it away.
save the date I @/eyelessfaces I H/C I bob is gutted to find out you’re looking for love on a dating app, not knowing the only reason you are is because you're convinced he will never make a step in your direction – you’re now both trying to move on from each other while neither of you know how much you actually want each other.
missing piece I @/eyelessfaces I F I as far as you remember, bob is the friend you’ve been pining over and dancing around for a while, but when he’s sitting at your bedside after your surgery, you realize you might be missing a few details.
i just feel you I @scarletmika I F I Bob Reynolds was broken, and he knew that, but he was trying. He was trying to be better, to control himself. But like Stitch had said: broken, but still good. You were beginning to make Bob believe that he was, in fact, still good.
let me in I @/scarletmika I A + F I Sometimes, when two broken people find each other, they become each other's comfort through the hurt. You became Bob's, and as much as you tried not to let him in, he became yours too.
only good thing I @/scarletmika I A + F I There was so much Bob regretted, so much shame riddled through his past, he didn't know what he'd see in his own shame rooms. He hadn't been prepared to see you around every corner, to be reminded of the way he'd left you behind in an effort to be what you deserved.
kiss me again pt2 I @/scarletmika I F I A crush isn't a problem, and when that crush becomes love, it's usually a good thing. For Bob, it terrifies him, because he'd managed to fall in love with a literal Goddess. Why would a Goddess choose a broken man like him?
the white witch pt2 pt3 I @/scarletmika I F I Bob knew who the Avengers were, who you were; he grew up watching them save the world time and time again. Now, he was one, but none of that could prepare him for what it would be like to meet you, or the instant connection that seemed to flow between you both.
velour and velcro I @em1i2a3 I F I You have a hobby of drawing and designing things in your spare time, one day Bob stumbles across your sketchbook and discovers something surprising.
detonate I @/em1i2a3 I A + S + F I Move in day is happening at the Thunderbolts/New Avengers Compound, and Bob is having a hard time dealing with the changes.
affection I @/em1i2a3 I F I You’re in extreme pain from your period cramps, and Bob is the first person to jump in to help you.
sports car pt2 I @/em1i2a3 I F + S I You and Bob have been having sex together for a while now, and have basically christened the entire compound, but when you get injured during a mission and are rendered incapable of having sex for the next month, the cravings need to be relieved somehow.
lovers I @/em1i2a3 I S + F I The Thunderbolts go to a club downtown for the night, and while there Bob and Sentry are having a tough time watching you flirt with a guy.
never let me go I @/em1i2a3 I H/C I On a day off, the team arranges to go to a farmers market to do a bit of R and R. But what happens when Bob has an unexpected encounter with a ghost of his past?
body paint I @/em1i2a3 I F I You are trying to find the best smudge proof lipstick for the upcoming gala that the team needs to attend tomorrow, and you have found the perfect test subject for the swatches.
telescope I @/em1i2a3 I F I On a whim, Bob decides to give himself a haircut and immediately regrets it, so you step in to help.
be my baby I @castielthinkr I H/C
cowboy like me I @goldenlikedayl1ght I H/C I you get a text from an old friend and think.. you could do worse than a book club.. with some benefits.
the lighthouse I @hanginginthevoid I H/C I you’ve always been drawn to bob. at first you think it means something, but then you remember that yelena’s also always been drawn to bob. and its obvious that he prefers her over you.
seasons I @abbysbenchpr I S I three times you and bob are almost walked in on and the one time you are
that’s what i like I @blank-potato I F I You love everything Bob does, and he doesn't seem to notice.
i love the girl with magic ways I @/blank-potato I F I When training with Bob goes awry, you come face-to-face with The Void, and he's interested in you; he wants to know what makes you tick.
no dick sucking in the communal areas I deactivated I S
drabble I deactivated I S
request I @nghtwngs I C
soft currents next to you I @/nghtwngs I A + F + S I there is falling in love. there is also falling into another universe. there is also falling in love again.
cause it feels like cpr I @/nghtwngs I F + A
scott and zelda I @/nghtwngs I F I sweet bob reynolds has been avoiding you and your daily lobby chats for days now. were your book recommendations that terrible? and then you realize the mistake you’ve made that has had poor bob unable to face you these last few days…
perv!bob I @/nghtwngs I S
understanding I deactivated I F
summer love I deactivated I F I A get away from the city turns into something more special when the boy you had been crushing on, finally confesses.
your love is sunlight I @winterswift I F I bob and you were both members of the thunderbolts, but he didn't seem to like you. that changes when you return sick from your last mission.
didn’t mean it I @upl0aded I S I maybe it was time to address the ‘possessiveness’ in your relationship.
miss possessive I @sergeantbuckybarnes I F I Valentina’s new assistant becomes too fixated on Bob for your linking, and it seems that she needs a reminder that she has to keep her hands off your man.
what it is and what should never be I @/sergeantbuckybarnes I A + F I A mission goes sideways, and you end up in a coma. The team works against the clock to save you, but… do you really want to be saved?
eternal sunshine I @ilovemilestellersmoustache I F I Bob has come to the terms he likes you, he’s perfectly fine with the dynamic you two have going on, just friends. But when the guy on the team who gets on his nerves constantly decides he wants a flirty dynamic with you, his calm facade falters leading to a crabby, sassy and mean Bob.
home is where the heart is I @/ilovemilestellersmustache I H/C I Wanting to feel more included Bob decides to help on a mission but in efforts to protect you he injures himself leaving him with amnesia. Your boyfriend not remembering isn’t the biggest problem because he’s always going to find you again, even in a hundred lifetimes.
second times a charm I @/ilovemilestellersmustache I F I After a small dog escape, Bob meets you and doesn’t end up exchanging details with you. Thinking it was just meant to be a one time thing till Maisie your dog brings you back together and eventually starts a relationship. But the Thunderbolts are suspicious when Bob lately has been in a too good of a mood so they all decide to track and investigate it.
just a tuesday I @/ilovemilestellersmustache I F I Bob’s decides he can’t take the silence in between missions all alone so he ventures around New York and stumbles across a flower shop with the most gorgeous owner he just knows is his soulmate. Problem? He accidentally says he has a girlfriend, and is now finding ways to still see her at the shop.
cnc w/ bob I deactivated I S
period sex I deactivated I S
let me help you I @brninghouse I H/C + S I A year after the events in New York City, the memories of that dreadful day come back to haunt you. Luckily, this time you have Bob with you and he will not let your pain drag you down, the same way you won’t let him blame himself for it.
drabble I @spaceyaemonds I S
the s*x talk pt2 I @webslinger-holland I F + ~S I Since Alexei has reunited with both of his daughters, he feels obligated to fulfill his fatherly role to them which includes a safe sex talk.
being the hero I @/webslinger-holland I F I Being stuck in the bunker forces everyone to work together in order to get out. And one of them ends up kinda being the hero.
pretty in lace I @thevillainswhore I F + S I When Bob arrives home after his first successful mission, he stumbles upon a surprise waiting for him on his bed.
the good guys I @megalony I F I Out of everyone on the team, Bob finds himself drawn to (Y/n) the most. And he would always defend her; even if some people say that her abilities are dangerous.
project: get over bob pt2 I @hyoer I A I Bob likes someone that’s not you and now it's up to you to begin Project Get Over Bob.
soulmate I @geminiwritten I H/C I you're engaged to bucky when you find out that not only are fated mates real, but you have one... and it's not your fiancé
drabble I @thecowboyfiles I ~S
honey pt2 I @strkly I H/C I after being off the grid for a while you return to society and meet up with your old friend bucky barnes. unexpectedly you run into someone you never thought you would see again. your high school boyfriend robert reynolds.
we can’t be friends pt2 I @snoopysupe I A + F I bob always wondered why you didn’t favour him over the rest of your team. until he learned that you had unsettled the bones of the tva.
it’s you I @lewmagoo I F
look up in the sky! is it a bird? is it a plane? no it's... I @fluffyfluffytime I F I Bob's choice of outfit makes Yelena and Ava suspicious. What better way to find out than to follow him
perv!bob I @deimosphilic I S
dear april pt2 I @/deimosphilic I H/C I as much as bob found a makeshift family among new york’s newest heroes, he couldn’t help but remember the one person who had always been his hero.
thief I @em1989ts I S I bob had been helping you out by occasionally doing your laundry, but when you come back early from a mission, you find out he might've had some selfish motives
night shift I @seraphemin I H/C I Bob is pushing her away and she takes solace with his other part, during late nights when the quiet becomes too much for her to handle.
tell me i’m not second best I @dontshootmespence I H/C + S I After losing your husband, Henry, your first love, due to unforeseen circumstances, you start dating Bob. It’s only been eight months, but you’ve fallen fast and so has he. One night, while packing for a trip, you say your late husband’s name, which triggers Bob.
calling bob by his full name I @everydaydreamer I F
faultline I @lilyswritings I F I you wake up in a vault with no recollection of how you got there, only flashes of the medical study you'd signed up for in malaysia — and come face to face with four strangers. three of them are trying to kill each other (and possibly you), and the other one is... bob.
high on her love I @brookghaib-blog I A I Bob and Y/N used to be the perfect, in love couple, until Thanos successed. Years after the blip, Bob is still coping with the loss of his late girlfriend, Y/N L/N. Alone in a world that he hated, he finds ways and paths to find her everyday, not caring about the consequences. Even if it creates his void.
the sound of your heart I @thought-you-knew I A + F I bob always hears how your heartbeat changes when he's around, and he thinks it's because you're still afraid of him. he couldn't be further from the truth. or you and bob get stranded in the middle of nowhere, and he confronts you.
when you leave, he comes I @feelingdozy I F I Alarms are going off- and you, freshly off the quinjet, are panicked when the team says the void has leaked out again. what happens when nobody knows you're in a relationship with Bob and you're the only thing that can bring him back?
5 + 1 I @mrs-elsie-barnes I F I You'd spent months seeing that Thunderbolts on TV, but as a new member of the team, you're excited to get stuck in and make friends with the heroes. What you aren't expecting is Bob, or how much attention he pays you. Does he know this looks like flirting?
scared to take a breath I @myladybelle I H/C I ava and yelena have no choice but to call your ex-boyfriend when you refuse to leave girls’ night out without him. but in your drunken haze you forget you’re broken up, and bob was never very good at telling you no.
i just wanna read some jay and his tag is full of smut even the fluff ones. istg y’all can’t tag shit properly or is it tumblr fucking up?? i like smut too, but there’s not one damn fic that appears that is not pwp ffs
pairing: baby daddy!jason todd x reader
word count : 1.3k
content: fluff, milf reader x dilf jason, exes to lovers, babies and their shenanigans, coparents to lovers
a/n: im sorry if theres any mistakes guys, i dont proofread anything...also i do gaf abt leo guys, i promise im not forgetting him. its just so much fun to make sofia say silly stuff. anyways thank you for reading, i really hope you guys enjoy!
“Mama, you know something?”
You’re redoing her hair for the third time because, according to her, the pigtails need to look exactly like Bubbles from Powerpuff Girls and so far, you’ve failed every attempt.
“What is it, baby?”
“So you know how I go to school?”
A small smile tugs at your lips. “I do know. I drop you off and pick you up every day.”
She turns to look at you, her little forehead creased in mild offense. “No, not every day. Jason picks me up sometimes.”
Then she turns back around, as if correcting you was just a minor interruption in a much bigger thought.
“So, my teacher at school said they’re doing a daddy-daughter lunch.” She pauses, then asks casually, “Do you think Jason would wanna come with me?”
Your hand freezes mid-motion, the brush still caught in her hair.
“You want Jason to go with you to the daddy-daughter lunch?”
Oblivious to your reaction, she nods. “Yeah. The teacher said we can bring any daddy, and Jay’s the best one I know.” She swings her legs slightly. “What do you think?”
You force your hand to move again, gently brushing through her hair.
“I’d have to ask, baby.”
“Okay,” she hums softly. “I want our clothes to be matching.”
You finish off the pigtails, trying to keep your hands steady even though there’s a sinking feeling inside your chest.
“So the lunch,” you ask, trying to keep your voice light, “Is it soon?”
“It’s on Friday,” she replies immediately. “Miss Teagues said that we gotta ‘rsdv’ or something before Tuesday.”
Despite your other feelings, a laugh bubbles out of you, “It’s ‘RSVP’, babe.”
She crinkles her nose but accepts your correction. She stops swinging her legs and cranes her head up to look at you. “D’ya think he’ll say yes?”
“I don’t know, baby,” you admit. “He might be busy.”
“He’s always busy,” she says, unconcerned. “But he still comes when I ask.”
She’s so certain of it, like it’s a fact. Your heart aches at that. She has so much faith in the unspoken role Jason has created for himself in her life that she doesn’t doubt him for a second.
Once her hair is completely to her liking, you help her get down from the stool and she announces she needs to find a dress and runs off to her room.
You’re not as sure as her. You know Jason cares for Sofia but by agreeing to go to this, they’ll be giving a name to his role in her life. Even if it’s true, you're not sure if he’s ready for that. Hell you’re not sure if you are. But Sofia seems to be and you owe it to your girl to be brave and just ask.
The next time you see Jason is a few days later.
He said he’d stop by to drop off the school supplies Leo left at his place last week. Nothing out of the ordinary. Yet you can’t stop the anxiety from creeping up your entire body
The kids are sprawled out on the floor, cartoons playing loud enough to fill the apartment, when the knock comes.
It’s not even a full second before both their heads snap up.
They’re already scrambling to their feet before you can say anything, socks slipping against the floor as they race each other to the door.
“Hey guys slow down—” you start, but it’s pointless. You don’t know how they know it’s him, but you know there’s no stopping them.
The door swings open.
“Jay!” Sofia beams, practically vibrating.
“Did you bring my stuff?” Leo adds, already trying to peek around him.
Jason barely gets a word in before they’re both talking over each other.
“Alright, alright,” he huffs, holding up the bag in one hand. “One at a time, gremlins.”
Leo snatches the bag immediately, digging through it like it contains buried treasure. “You forgot my blue pen last time.”
“I didn’t forget it,” Jason mutters. “You left it.”
Sofia, meanwhile, has already attached herself to his side, hugging him like it’s routine.
“Hi,” she chirps.
“Hey, bug.”
His hand comes down to her head automatically, ruffling her hair just enough to make her squeak in protest.
“Jay! My hair!”
“You’ll live.”
You lean against the hallway wall, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with a quiet sort of familiarity that still catches you off guard.
“You guys wanna let Jay in or what?” you say after a second.
They scatter back to the living room, the big man in tow. Leo dumps all the contents of his backpack in the corner, going through everything. Sofia makes him sit down on the couch before she suddenly gets very shy.
“Um Jay,” she says extremely softly, a complete contrast to her usual tone and volume. “Mama wants to ask you something.”
You narrow your eyes at her as she looks up at you, “Mama wants to or Sof does?”
She blushes and you feel bad for putting your baby on the spot and you’re about to ask her question to him, when he gently pulls her close to him, in the space between his legs, and asks, “What’s wrong bug? You know you can ask me anything, you don’t have to make Mama do it.”
“My school’s doing a daddy-daughter lunch on Friday,” she finally says, her head turned downwards no longer looking at his eyes. “And Miss Teagues said we can bring any daddy we want.”
Jason goes very still.
You see it, the way his shoulders tighten just slightly, the way his breath sharpens.
Sofia doesn’t notice.
“I was gonna pick you,” she continues, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “If… you wanna come.”
There’s a pause.
Not long but long enough that your girl feels it and panics.
“Bug–” he starts, then stops.
She rushes to fill the silence. “It’s okay if you’re busy! Mama said you might be busy but I just thought ‘cause you pick me up sometimes and you help with my homework and you’re the best Daddy I kn—”
“I’ll be there.”
Sofia freezes. “…Really?”
“Yeah,” he says, softer now. “Course I will.”
Her face lights up so fast it almost hurts to look at.
“I knew it!” she cheers, throwing her arms around him again.
He lets out a quiet oof but wraps an arm around her anyway, holding her there for a second.
His eyes flick up to you over her shoulder.
Something unspoken passes between you.
You mouth ‘thank you’ to him and he replies with an ‘always’.
Sofia pulls back, already bouncing again. “You gotta wear something nice! And we need to be matching! And I’m gonna introduce you to everyone!”
“Whoa, whoa,” he mutters. “Slow down, what kinda nice are we talking?”
You can’t help it, you laugh a little.
And for a moment, it almost feels… normal.
Sofia keeps talking, rambling about cupcakes and streamers and how he has to sit next to her, and Jason listens like every word matters.
At that moment, you don’t even know why you felt nervous to ask him. He was so assured in his answer. So certain. Not allowing Sofia to doubt his love and care for even a second.
Leo calls her and his baby sister rushes over to him, content with her grown ups, more excited to play with her brother now.
You plop down beside him on the sofa, and the two of you just stare at each other for a moment.
“Thank you, I mean it really.” You start saying, even though he’s already waving you off like you knew he would. “You didn’t have to say yes but I’m glad you did, it means a lot to her. You mean a lot to her.”
He takes your hand in his palm, his hand warming up your cold one. “She means a lot to me too. You all do.”
You don’t know what to say, your chest overwhelmed with love, so you just stick to squeezing his hand and moving closer to him. You put your head on his shoulder and the two of you watch your kids as they play together.
When The Dark Dresses Lightly (Vampire! Dream of The Endless x Van Helsing! Reader)
(PREVIEW) (I) (II) (III) (IV) (V)
Soulless Creatures (Dream of The Endless x Decay! Reader)
(PREVIEW) (I) (II)
DRABBLES!
Nature Girl [Dream of The Endless x Decay! Reader]
The Weight of Missing [Dream of The Endless + Reader]
ASKS!
Dream of The Endless + Hair Braiding
Dream of The Endless + Postponed Birthday Date
Dream of The Endless + A Crocheted Gift
Vampire! Dream of The Endless Headcanons
DAD! DREAM OF THE ENDLESS!
Dad! Dream of The Endless + College Move-In Day
Dad! Dream of The Endless + Family Dinner (ft. big brother Orpheus)
Dad! Dream of The Endless + Clingy (ft. big brother Orpheus)
Dad! Dream of The Endless + Desire's Teasing
Dad! Dream of The Endless + Desire's Parentage Questioning
Dad! Dream of The Endless + Daughter's First Word
Dad! Dream of The Endless + Bouquets & Wildflowers
Dad! Dream of The Endless + Naptime Woes
Dad! Dream of The Endless + Itty Bitty Kitty Situation
Dad! Dream of The Endless + The Curious Case of The Missing Socks
Dad! Dream of The Endless + A Few of The Princess's Favorite Things
→ fluff and angst is always allowed
→ any kind of smut is allowed
→ i will not write anything to do with sexual assault or rape
→ I will not write about cheating (if it has to do with bucky barnes SPECIFICALLY — if it's a past relationship cheating is allowed)
✧ — over 500 notes
✯ — over 1000 notes
✵ — over 2000 notes
all separated by oneshots, two parters and series masterlists <3
*:･ﾟ✧ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs
•*⁀➷ I Think I Love You (5.4k words) ✵
— fwb!bucky x new!avengers!reader
— [smut + angst + hurt/comfort + fluff]
you agreed to keep it casual—just sex, no feelings. but when loving bucky in silence begins to break you, walking away is the only thing you can do… even if it destroys you both.
•*⁀➷ The Soldier And The Vixen (14k words) ✯
— 40s!bucky x 40s!fem!reader & winter!soldier x hydra!reader & post!tfatws!bucky x fem!reader
— [fluff + angst + graphic + hurt/no comfort]
once comrades bound by war and affection, two soldiers-turned-weapons are reshaped into monsters by hydra, their humanity fractured and memories blurred.
•*⁀➷ Still Yours (9.4k words) ✵
— thunderbolts!bucky x fem!reader
— [smut + angst + hurt/comfort + fluff]
bucky lets his relationship slip into the background for the sake of duty and public image. but when the distance starts to break them, he realizes he’ll do anything to fight for the love he almost lost.
•*⁀➷ After Hours (7.8k words) ✵
— au!bucky x teacher!reader
— [fluff + smut]
when bucky barnes keeps showing up early to pick up his nephew from school, it’s definitely not just about being a good uncle—it’s about the sharp, no-nonsense kindergarten teacher who won’t give him the time of day. one desperate club night and a locked bathroom later, you finally do.
•*⁀➷ Once More To See You (12.8k words) ✯
— 40s!bucky x 40s!reader & post-catws!bucky x fem!reader
— [smut + angst + hurt/no comfort]
in the 40s, the two of you were meant to be forever—wild, in love, and untouched by anything but each other. but time tore you two apart, and when fate brought you back together decades later, love still lived between you and bucky... just no longer in the same lifetime
•*⁀➷ Confidential Affairs (4.4k words) ✵
— congressman!bucky x assistant!reader
— [fluff + smut]
congressman barnes thought he had control—over his office, his image, and especially his no-nonsense assistant. That illusion ends the moment you hit a man's head against a table, ruin your blazer, and ride him across a random desk like you're the one running the country.
•*⁀➷ Strange You Never Knew (3.5k words) ✧
— 40s!bucky x 40s!reader & post-tfatws!bucky x 40s!reader & minor!40s!steve x 40s!reader
— [angst + hurt/no comfort]
decades after vanishing into war, bucky hears a voice on the radio that stops him cold—a voice he thought he'd never hear again. what he uncovers is a song written for him, by someone who loved him quietly, and died before he ever had the chance to say your name out again
•*⁀➷ Сетка (10.4k words) ✵
— civil!war!bucky x widow!reader
— [angst + hurt/comfort + smut]
when you, a former red room widow crosses paths with the man who once trained you—now a ghost of the monster you remember—your collision reignites memories neither of you can outrun. in a world that only ever taught you two to survive, you find something you were never trained for: each other.
•*⁀➷ I Thought We Were Already Dating (4k words) ✵
— congressman!bucky x fem!reader
— [fluff + smut]
you thought you were spiraling over a situationship—meanwhile, bucky barnes had been acting like your very committed, very oblivious boyfriend the entire time.
•*⁀➷ Please (3.6k words) ✯
— congressman!bucky x gf!reader
— [fluff + comfort + smut]
after a long day of political masks and quiet exhaustion, congressman barnes returns home to the only person who doesn’t ask him to perform—but demands his honesty.
•*⁀➷ Red Is The Color Of Want (4.8k words) ✵
— civil!war!bucky x widow!reader & winter!soldier x widow!reader
— [hurt/comfort + smut + angst]
in a crumbling safehouse far from the fights you both escaped, you—a former black widow—unravel the man beneath the metal as the winter soldier comes apart in your arms.
•*⁀➷ Drown Me Gently (6.6k words) ✵
— new!avenger!bucky x siren!reader
— [angst + fluff + hurt/comfort]
a half-siren joins the new avengers, hiding centuries of shame beneath skin that was never yours to begin with. but when bucky barnes sees past the danger to the devastating loneliness underneath, the monster you fear you are finally begins to unravel.
•*⁀➷ Sweet On The Job (9.9k words) ✵
— congressman!bucky x fem!reader
— [fluff + hurt/comfort]
when newly-appointed congressman bucky barnes reluctantly hires the sweetest, most radiant assistant imaginable, he doubts your place in the cutthroat world of politics—until you prove you can run it and melt his guard all at once.
•*⁀➷ Lost (10.2k words) ✯
— lost!au!bucky x fem!reader
— [angst + hurt/comfort]
you and bucky were supposed to be going home—then your plane crashed, and you were left to survive the island thinking he didn’t make it.
•*⁀➷ Compromised (10.8k words) ✯
— new!avengers!bucky x fem!reader
— [angst+ hurt/comfort + smut]
sent to infiltrate and execute the new avengers, you never planned on falling for their brooding, self-sacrificing unofficial leader—especially when loving him might just ruin you both.
•*⁀➷ Forever Mine (21.2k words) ✯
— post!tfatws!bucky x fem!reader
— [smut + angst + dark fluff]
you were the best thing that ever happened to him — and that was exactly what you wanted him to believe.
•*⁀➷ The Pink Star (8.8k words) ✵
— new!avengers!bucky x new!avengers!reader
— [smut + fluff]
when a world-famous diamond vanishes during a mission, all eyes fall on you—former jewel thief, current new avenger, and the possessive obsession of bucky barnes—who will defend you to the grave, whether you're guilty or not.
•*⁀➷ Maid For Him (8k words) ✵
— rich!boy!bucky x maid!reader
— [smut + fluff]
bucky barnes, heir to the barnes empire, could have anything money could buy and yet, the only thing he’s ever truly wanted is the housemaid who ruined him before he was even a man
•*⁀➷ HR Can't Save You (13k words) ✯
— boss!bucky x employee!reader
— [dark smut]
your pervy boss, mr. barnes tried to drug you at the office party — now he’s yours to use, and he likes it more than he should.
•*⁀➷ Barnes Family Circus (7.7k words) ✯
— new!avengers!bucky x wife!reader
— [fluff]
bucky barnes thought saving the world was hard—then he tried running the household for a single day while you were sick.
•*⁀➷ Baby Blues (5k words) ✯
— new!avengers!bucky x wife!reader
— [angst + hurt/comfort]
postpartum depression was not something bucky barnes knew about—until he ended up learning it the hard way.
•*⁀➷ Pregnancy Brain (His, Not Yours) (4.9k words) ✧
— new!avengers!bucky x wife!reader
— [smut + fluff]
pregnant, exhausted, and looking like a mess. somehow, your husband still can’t keep his hands to himself
•*⁀➷ The Vampire Of Sokovia (4k words) ✧
— scooby-doo!au!bucky x fem!reader
— [fluff]
a velvet-cloaked vampire is haunting a historical sokovian castle… and somehow, you're the one who always ends up in its arms screaming.
•*⁀➷ Movie Night (3.9k words) ✯
— post!thunderbolts!bucky x wife!reader
— [fluff]
it’s just another chaotic night in the barnes household—one movie, four kids, and zero peace
•*⁀➷ The Scientist (8.4k words) ✵
— 40s!bucky 40s!fem!reader
— [fluff + smut + angst]
brooklyn, 1937. bucky barnes is nineteen, cocky, and absolutely doomed the second he lays eyes on you. the girl with the mean stare and the pretty eyes. too bad you want nothing to do with him.
•*⁀➷ Sweet Love, All Night Long (19.1k words) ✯
— pre-infinity!war!bucky x fem!reader
— [angst + fluff + smut]
it becomes your responsibility to help the winter soldier heal—not just his body, but the fractured remnants of his mind. what begins as stern guidance slowly grows into something deeper, as you teach him how to be a man again, not a weapon.
*:･ﾟ✧ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇs
*:･ﾟ✯ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛᴇʀs
•*⁀➷ Hold Your Breath (6.6k words) ✵
— civil!war!bucky x fem!reader
— [angst + hurt/comfort + smut]
after a panic attack triggers something raw and vulnerable in bucky, a desperate kiss turns into a night of urgent, clothed intimacy where he clings to you for grounding, connection, and humanity.
•*⁀➷ Hold Your Breath - Pt 2 (15.8k words) ✯
— post-civil!war!bucky x reader
— [angst + hurt/comfort + smut + fluff]
a year after the fallout of the sokovia accords, the avengers (steve, sam, nat and bucky) come out of hiding and turn to nelson & murdock for legal defense.
•*⁀➷ Come Home To Me (14.7k words) ✵
— 40s!bucky x 40s!fem!reader
— [fluff + angst + smut + hurt/comfort]
during the rise and ruin of the second world war, a sharp-tongued brooklyn girl falls for james buchanan barnes—only to lose him to the battlefield, a presumed death, and the silence that follows.
•*⁀➷ Come Home To Me - Pt. 2 (8.8k words) ✯
— 40s!bucky x 40s!reader
— [angst + hurt/comfort + fluff + smut]
he came home in pieces, broken but breathing, and slowly—painfully—learned how to be whole again in the arms of the woman he loved and the child he never thought he’d meet.
*:･ﾟ✵ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛs
•*⁀➷ The Education Of James Buchanan Barnes ✵
— post!tfatws!bucky x fem!reader
— [fluff + smut]
when dating apps fail him and thirst traps become his downfall, bucky barnes finds himself spiraling down the internet’s most unholy rabbit hole—pornhub.
•*⁀➷ Don't Wake Me ✯ (on a hiatus)
— post!infinity!war!bucky x fem!reader
— [smut + fluff + angst]
in westview’s perfect 1950s world, you and bucky barnes have the life he always wanted together. but when pieces of reality start to break through, bucky has to choose between the dream and the truth.
•*⁀➷ The Ship Of Dreams
— titanic!au!bucky x fem!reader
— [fluff + smut + angst + hurt/comfort]
on the most luxurious ship in the
world, you find yourself torn between duty, desire, and the boy from third class who could ruin everything.
will NEVER have sex, not even 'to find out if you enjoy it,' because you don't want to
have NO curiosity about sex and do not write, read, or enjoy smut
are SEX-REPULSED and have to beg your friends to stop talking about their sex lives in graphic detail when you're together
You are not broken, weird, or alien
Your boundaries are real, and valid, and you deserve for them to be respected
You deserve to be both treated and regarded as an Adult by your sex-having peers
If any of your sex-having or sex-wanting peers cannot or will not regard you as an Adult and as a complete person because of your asexuality, your indifference to sex, your revulsion for sex, or your virginity, I need you to know something:
They are in fact the living, breathing proof that having sex does not grant either maturity or a fuller understanding of human nature.
.⋆♱ EPITAPH What would you do if you could relive every moment with your deceased loved one by listening to music? What if a song you listened to when you were Jason, transports you right back to the moment physically. And what do you do when the same thing happens when you first run into the anti-hero Red Hood? And why does he know your name?
.⋆♱ CAUTIONS grief and mourning, canon-typical violence — attempted mugging & attempted murder, minor panic attack, mention of an accident, kinda suicidal thoughts (?)
.⋆♱ COFFIN CONTENTS Movie: The Greatest Hits 2024 AU. Pre-Red Hood identity reveal, major grief and mourning-reader doesn’t move on after Jason, meta!reader basically, kinda time travel? its fuzzy, vinyls and music, reader runs into red hood, aged!up but unspecified ages, reader has a dog, reader's exact relation with batfam is unspecified, first love and only love.
.⋆♱ A STARR'S WHISPERS the greatest hits will never lose its spot in my letterboxd top 4 btw like seriously go watch it david cornswet is in it. i saw him as superman and i couldnt figure out where id seen him before till i rewatched TGH and lost my mind. this was originally posted in jul 2025 on ao3 but i went back and so heavily edited it that its basically rewritten. so i apologise in advance if the writing is choppy cause i didnt bother to proofread it.
pt.1 ⟶ pt.2 a03
YOUR HOUSE WAS A GRAVEYARD. A graveyard of all the memories and time you spent with him. Technically, it wasn’t even your house. Mr.Wayne was letting you stay there. Even after all his prompting, you never quite got the hang of calling him just ‘Bruce’.
You’re on the floor, flipping through the crate of vinyls named ‘Memories’. Multiple identical crates were stacked all around the room, the ones along the east wall were labelled ‘Tested’ and the ones along the left wall ‘Untested’. But the crate you’re crouched in front of is the most precious of all, the one that’s closest to your heart.
Few moments pass before you finally land on one, pulling out the record, placing it in the player. Your movements were robotic now, having done this almost hundreds of times. You glance at the wall on the right of you. A cork board that’s covered completely, not a spare space. Stretching from one end to the other was a timeline.
The year starting from the one you had met him, to the year you lost him. Photos covered the places between the numbers, but mostly lists. Lists of tens—bordering hundreds of names of songs, from different times when you were together that you could remember. You were moving methodically now, from year to year. Hence, more crossed out lists towards the start of the timeline.
You plop into your single couch, leaning back, getting comfortable, taking one last sip of water before you tip your head back and close your eyes. Letting out a shaky breath, the music in your ears floats into your ears as you resist the urge to hum along to it. Soon the noise shifts from a clear sound to a static one. Your skin crawls as you almost feel whiplashed, the pull through time never sat well with your body.
A few moments later, the temperature in the room had dropped. Tearing your eyes open, you’re no longer in your living room, sitting in your couch but now in Jason’s childhood bedroom, your mind adjusts to the familiarity even though you hadn’t been in the physical space for a long time. Your own sleep clothes were now swapped out for one of Jason’s t-shirts, a red tshirt that’d faded after too many washes with the wonderwoman logo splayed across the front.
His back is to you as he hums to himself, swaying his hips to the music he just put on. “Jason.” Your voice is soft, preparing yourself. When he turns around, he’s the same boy you lost. Foolish grin on his face, long curls he was stubborn to cut that you loved running your fingers through. “C’mon. Let’s da-nce, sweetheart.” He smiles as he claps to the beat.
This was back when his voice had just started to crack, slowly shifting from a childish mist to a grown rumble. “I’m a horrible dancer, you know that.” Despite your words, you hop off his bed, joining him and swaying your own hips in rhythm with his. “I know. But I’m an amazing one.” Jason replies as his eyes twinkle.
”Ah, Jason Todd, ever so humble.” Your hands snake around his neck as his hands find your waist, moving both of you to the soft music. He chuckles as he leans in, forehead to forehead. You two were the same height then so looking eye to eye was easy. “I wish we could be like this forever.”
The words slip out of your mouth. It’s not what you said when it actually happened, you had made a silly joke about his night job and the man that took him in. Now you say whatever you wanted, doesn’t matter which memory, it altered very little.
“Aw, you love me that much?”
”I love you to the moon and beyond, pretty boy.”
“Don’t call me that.” Jason says but the smile of his face betrays him. His hands slip under your shirt, his cold hands in contrast to your warm skin, just how you like it. “Well, I love you to the moon and beyond too, my girl.”
My girl.
Gosh, you absolutely loved it when he called you that. You lean down, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck. You hold him tighter, closer as a tear slips out the corner of your eye. “Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong?” The concern in his voice is evident. You shake your head as the music slowly descends into slower beats. Until inevitably, the music ends.
You wake up the same as always, in cold sweat, a smile and tears. It was your favourite memory, the one you reached for on the worst days. That day was nothing but ordinary, school and then seeking refuge at the Manor. It was one of those memories didn’t matter much before, since you had so many like it, you were supposed to have more.
You were supposed to have more time with him, more memories of silly dancing to random music. You were supposed to see his voice crack fully as he stumbled through puberty. You were supposed to have more, more, more. But he was gone. And that’s all it is now, a memory.
Glancing at the clock, it was past 12. Officially 2 years since Jason…You shake your head. Pulling out a random record from an ‘Untested’ crate and putting it on, back onto your couch and drifting off to sleep to the music, hoping and praying that one of the songs pulls you into another memory.
That was your routine now. Almost every day since your accident. It isn’t possible to remember every song you ever played in his presence, so you do your best to find them, speed-running through thousands of songs to find one where you connected to the universe and you fell head first into a memory.
You wake up to the buzz of your phone. A text message. The sun was up before you, the light streaming through your curtains. You really ought to pull your bed into the room and stop falling asleep on the couch. The odd positions were giving you cramps all day long.
Dickie
Please tell me you didn’t fall asleep to records again.
You
It’s like you want me to lie to you.
Dickie
🙄
Bruce wants you to come for dinner tonight.
Correction: you don’t have a choice
You have to xx
You grumble into the void. Right. Of course. Dinner. On Jason’s Death Anniversary. Just what you wanted to do today. But like Dick said, you don’t really have a choice. After Jason’s death, you grew a familial bond with his brother, Dick. He took you in as his sister, tried his hardest to be there for you, almost trying to compensate for the fact that he wasn’t able to be there for Jason.
“Alpine?” You whistle out for your dog, and she comes running to you, hopping into the couch and licking your face. Dick was the one that gifted you this ball of sunshine. You were in a horrible place after Jason, and following your accident, it became even worse. The depression, the depleted will to live. Alpine was the light that pulled you out. She gave you the push you needed to get better.
“Okay, okay. Time for breakfast.”
You drag yourself away from the couch, prioritising Alpine’s doggy bowl before you start your own morning routine, fatigue pulling at your limbs as you move with no grace.
The significance of the day doesn’t affect you like most. You mourn that boy everyday to the capacity of your heart, an ‘anniversary’ doesn’t make something that’s at its worst, even worse. His name, the mere existence of his lingers in your mind all the time.
So you operate through the day like it were any other. Wednesdays were reserved for chores and errands. So you do them. Vacuuming, laundry, piling up dishes, trash. Then bath day for Alpine as you fight her to get her clean then dry her off. You meal prep for the coming week. You go through the motions with minimal thought, thinking would lead to overthinking, then burn out and procrastination.
It’s about 4 pm when you finally get dressed, casual winter wear, when is it not cold in this city of yours? You refill the automatic dog feeder and set dinner time for your pet before you stop by the display wall beside your front door.
You stuff cotton balls into your ears before picking off one of the 5 headphones mounted on the wall. Is this the wisest thing in a place like Gotham? Absolutely not. But it’d be even more dangerous if you heard a song connected to a memory in public and pass out.
Opening drawers of a nearby cabinet, you retrieve and tuck away a plethora of weapons into different parts of your body, making sure it’s all invisible before you leave.
Wednesdays, the only day you have off in a week. You mostly work from home but on Mondays and Saturdays you take the early train to Metropolis. Music Producer. Your dream job. You wish you could say you worked hard for it, but the ease you got it with? Mr.Wayne obviously pulled strings.
But you do your best. It took time, given your circumstances with in-person work. But by luck, you caught the ear of a big name of the industry, recognising your talent and giving you a position. Now you work with an up-and-coming artist that you’ve managed to befriend.
But today, you treat yourself. You end up in the nicer part of town, one that you and Jason talked about all the time. As you look at the streets and the cafés, the couples laughing along on dates, the dates that you never got to go on with him. You shake off the melancholy as you get a coffee, visit your favourite book store, hit up a new vinyl store and picking up new records.
You lose track of time and before you know it, the sun begins to set. You start in the direction of the Manor, crisscrossing your way through the streets. The day had been…peaceful till now. It’s been kind to you. But of course, fate would have its way.
You decide to take a short cut, an alleyway, bad idea from the get go but you really weren’t in your senses today. You didn’t even hear it at first, until you see a bottle thrown and shatter beside you. Turning around, you’re faced with a classic, almost cliche, Gotham thug, gun in hand, pointed at you. He says something but you don’t quite hear, then he gestures for you to take off the headset.
So you do. Just one ear. “Take off the whole damn thing, bitch!” He yells, unmistakable thick Gotham accent. You sigh as do so, letting the set rest around your neck. “Everything in your purse! Empty it onto the ground. Now!” You move sluggishly, you could disarm this fool any minute but you were just playing along. You take incremental steps toward the thug under the pretence of zipping open your purse. Your mind captures details as your eyes glance at him. You’re about to reach out and disarm him when—
A song from balconies of the apartment above. “You bitch! Didn’t you hear me? Do it!” But it’s of no use. It’s futile as your hands cover your ears in an effort to atleast muffle the noise but you feel your world tilted off-axis, swaying as your vision begins blacks out and you try to resist the pull through. Last thing you feel is someone landing right next to you.
When you open your eyes next, you’re no longer in the alleyway but at a Gala. Specifically, the Wayne Gala a few months before Jason died. You blink as the ballroom comes to clarity and your mind adjusts to the sharp change. Your sharp intake of breath captures his attention. “You good?”
He’s leaning on the wall, next to you, one half of wired-earphones stick in your ear, running through to connect to the other half stuck in his, the same song your heard in the alleyway now plays through the shared earphones.
You two had naturally gotten bored, in a room full of rich people and their kids, retreated to a corner like edgy teenagers. He looked handsome that day. You had forced him to get his hair cut, a three piece suit that fit him well and extenuated his frame, all prim and proper for show, for the public.
He blinks down at you as you observe him, worry slowly creeping into his face. You offer him a quick nod and he give you a look that tell you that he wasn’t convinced and you two would talk about it later.
You two had just started dating but Jason couldn’t shut up about how you pretty you looked that day, it was the first event you had ever accompanied him to so you had made sure to look your utter best, all out on your dress, makeup and hair.
Your situation in the present comes back to you. Bad guy with gun. You should pull the earbud out and return. Pull it out, stop the music. You will yourself but your body doesn’t move. Deep down you know you need to go, but you don’t want to. It wouldn’t be awful, for Jason to be the last thing you see inside of the barrel of a gun.
Jason still has his piercing eyes on you, his hand snakes into yours, holding it and intertwining your fingers. You open your mouth to tell him, to tell him how much you loved him. Just as the words are about to leave your mouth, the world in front of you abruptly shifts.
You gasp as you come back to it. Back to the alleyway. The person playing the song must’ve skipped to the next, jerking you back to reality, the first thing you notice is a different song playing. Second thing you notice is that you’re not dead. Instead of laying on the ground with a gunshot, you were sitting up against something.
Your eyesight doesn’t come back to you immediately but you can hear fighting noises, you recognise the voice of the thug but not the other. As your vision starts to clear, you see flashes of red and two blurs moving. It’s not long until you make out one of the two blurry figures running away, cheap boots hitting the pavement.
You’re still on guard as the other one walks towards you. You’re able to slide your switchblade from your sleeve into the palm of your hand and the figure kneels down in front of you. As you blink your eyes, you don’t see a face but rather…a red…Red Hood?!
“Are you okay, miss?”
Instinctively, your hand guts out, the blade masterfully ends up right in the sliver of skin below the red helmet and the collar of his shirt. Even without practice, everything you were thought hasn’t been lost on you.
“Back.” You instruct, your voice cracking.
He puts his hands up defensively, like he isn’t going to hurt you, for some reason…you have a feeling that he won’t. He straighten up, hands still up making him look almost comical.
You don’t retract the blade as you reach for the gun in your boot, making a show of clicking off the safety and pointing it at him. “Is that how you say thank you?” The robotic voice coming out of his helmet doesn’t sit right with you. You scramble with your other hand, pulling your headphones back on and the relief floods your body as the sounds of the word muffle again.
“Why did you help me?” You croak out.
He clicks his head to the side, you imagine he’s offended under the mask, like how dare you assume that? But it’s Gotham after all. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t go around killing innocent people. Are you alright?” The almost-faux boredom in his voice isn’t lost on you, even through the voice changing helmet.
”Yes, yes. I’m okay.” Despite your words, the gun stays pointed at him as you work on bringing your breathing back to a regular speed. He gets the hint, taking a few more steps back, hands still up. “Would you like me to walk you home?”
You blink at the chivalry. Not what you expect from a murderous anti-hero/maybe villain.
”I’ll be fine.” You gesture with your gun, down and out the alleyway. He hesitates for a moment, like he’s unsure to leave you by yourself. But seems like the determined look on your face changes his mind. He takes a few steps back before he turns and begins a brisk walk. ”Red Hood!” He startles, glances back at you. “Thank you.” With a curt nod, he disappears.
After collecting yourself and standing up from the filth of the street, you switch paths and start back to your place, yearning for a bath and a new set of clothes. You don’t put away the gun, not putting much effort to hide it but the clock of the night provides sufficient cover.
The sharp ring of your own phone has you flinch ever so slightly. “Miss?” Alfred’s voice echos in your ear. “Yeah, hi. Listen, Alfred, I’m going to be late—“
“Dinner tonight is cancelled. Mr. Wayne was called away on…business.” Business, Batman business. “He has requested your presence tomorrow, for lunch.” Your shoulders droop as you sigh, and Alfred excuses himself, probably to assist his boss.
When you’re back home, you pluck out a trusted record from the ‘Tested’ crate, just some regular music to relax to and shower. You go through your shower routine, scrubbing off the grim of the day as Alpine claws at the bathroom door like you’d abandoned the dog all together, dramatic.
You get out, lathering yourself in lotion as the final song in the vinyl starts to play. ‘Tested’ records are ones you’ve listen to before, and none of the songs were linked to any memories, a.k.a, none transported you through the wormholes of time. So why, why are you starting the get dizzy as music of the last song starts filling your apartment?
Alpine is at your feet immediately, barking and trying to get you to sit down, you oblige, much too tired as the sounds shifts to static before all you see is purple and blue streaks you’re much to familiar with.
You lay down flat on the ground as the barking of your beloved dog dissolves into the sounds of a scuffle as you blink the unfamiliar scenery in front of you into view.
“What the…” You mutter to yourself, your hands coming up to rub your eyes and you recognise the song that transported you playing somewhere in the distance. You hear footsteps running away as someone crouches down in front of you. You pull your hands away from your face to see…Red Hood?!
“Are you okay, miss?”
The déjà vu of the incident that happened just a few hours ago hits you like a freight train. “What the hell?!” You yell out now, louder. This had never happened before, every single memory you were transported into, you were with Jason. So how is it now that you’ve been transported to a memory that happened a few hours ago, two years after his death. Especially with someone like the Red Hood.
“No, no, no. This is not happening!” You fumble for your switchblade like you did at the actual altercation but your panic gets the better of you. You try to take a deep breath as your chest starts close up. “Woah, woah. Breathe, miss. You’re safe now.” He doesn’t make a move to touch you, but recites the calming words. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t go around killing innocent people.”
The robotic distorted voice still unsettles you, you scramble yet again to put your headphones back on. “The music, it’s the—“ You interrupt yourself to take a deep breath. “Do you have a PTSD thing?” Red hood asks again. “Why is this happening? I don’t—I don’t understand.” You press the headphones into your ears, willing the music to cut off.
It doesn’t make any sense. You heard a song, you were transported to the Gala, you came back, a different song, the one that’s tripped you through time now, was playing.
“Please stop, please.” Tears are starting to flood your eyes and Red Hood flinches physically like you hit him, straightening up and takes a step back, holding up his hands defensively. “Make it stop.” You croak. “Stop the music?” Red Hood asks, causing you to nod vigorously.
You hear your name, a robotic voice, Red Hood says your name. He begins to say something else too but the barks of your dog starts to materialise itself and the scene in front of you and your ceiling comes back into view.
A sob tears out of your lungs. The shock by itself breaks you down, piece by piece. Everything about the day weighs on your chest. You lied. It affects you, that it’s his death anniversary. And now this. This power of yours should be reserved just for Jason. Why? Why? Why did it connect to someone else?
Your dog curls up on your chest, letting out a sad bark.
How did he know your name?
ᯓ★'s P.S. imma give this one an open ending in pt.2. now if you'll excuse me imma go rewtch the greatest hits and cry, thanks.
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