For those asking, I am still unsure about taglists. I've had wasteful experiences with them in the past. I'll update this as I see fit.
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MCU
the class | the dinner | the date | the m word
➢ in which bucky develops a relationship with his classmate, thanks to his daughter. (college!au, single dad!bucky)
reckless
➢ seeing death days means she doesn’t care about getting injured
new rules
➢ bucky decides to change up the set (violinist!bucky, string band!au)
DC
mx atlazonian
➢ a new superhero makes an appearance during a natural disaster (possible dark!clark, non-binary oc)
HP
deal
➢ fred weasley finally gets a tattoo (non-binary!reader, tattoo artist!au)
Had trouble pasting the video here, but @ao3commentoftheday posted this video about this announcement from Channel 4.
#fandom #ao3
You can view Channel 4’s Twitter post regarding their new show at the link below, but I recommend you to read the full article announcing Channel 4’s fan fiction puppet series.
Here is a quote from the article:
Channel 4 has commissioned a new comedy entertainment series from RDF seeing celebrities reading steamy fan fiction acted out by a cast of lookalike puppets.
In each episode of The Really Really Rude Puppet Show (w/t), Mel Giedroyc invites a different celebrity to read an erotic piece of creative writing where the celeb is the lead protagonist. Each character in the story is brought to life by a band of puppets voiced entirely by the celebrity and Mel.
According to @ao3commentoftheday, Channel 4 representatives are also already commenting on AO3 works asking writers to write RPFs for their show. AO3 is currently deleting the comments as spam.
What’s happening now is an issue in more ways than one. Beyond writers being exploited for their free content, their EROTIC fiction will be read out by their intended celebrity through puppets with the effect of making fun of the written content (nevermind the fact that it’s making fun of women and queer sexual expression) and potentially making these celebrities feel very uncomfortable.
It’s already mentioned in @ao3commentoftheday’s video, but TO ALL RPF WRITERS AND ESPECIALLY TO BRITISH RPF WRITERS—HIDE YOUR RPF WORKS, both current and future works.
On AO3, you have the option to private individual works so that they are only viewable to registered AO3 users (for those who are not AO3 users, your AO3 mutuals can send you an invitation). Tumblr also has settings to hide your blog from external search engines such as Google and only make it viewable to Tumblr registered users. I’m not sure what features are available on Wattpad or FFN in terms of hiding fan fic works, but if anyone uses those sites, please be sure to hide your RPF works from public view if possible.
As a fan fiction community, it’s especially vital now that we continue to prevent our works from being exploited and ridiculed.
Please jump in if there is anything I am missing—or something that I am saying that may unintentionally be misinformation.
your meet-cute with Bucky but it's just him streaking and being chaotic
You honestly forgot about the ad you made at 10pm. The night before your sister's wedding.
The entire ordeal has been a nightmare, she was already a horrid person but she dialed it up to a thousand when she got engaged.
You're more than a little wine drunk from having to deal with your sister screaming at you because the shoes you bought were a shade too light. "This is lavender and I said light pastel. Pastel. What is so hard about choosing-."
You don't remember the rest of her rant, you managed to zone out right around the time she pulled out a color chart.
You do remember that it never ended. The idea came to you when she leaned in and poked your forehead with her sharp nail. It festered and grew with each glass of wine you downed, unable to completely ignore her shrill voice
By the time she left, you were tipsy and aggravated. You grabbed the neck of the wine bottle and emptied the rest before slamming it down beside your laptop. Ten minutes later you hit post and were knocked out on your couch.
You woke up the next morning, bleary eyed and with a throbbing headache that made you want to cry and go back to sleep. Each step of the wedding process was worse than the last, at least the Motrin you took with a glass of juice was starting to kick in.
You escaped the dressing room full of her friends, needing to touch some grass and breathe air that doesn't smell thick heavy perfume. Leaning against the back door of the church, your phone dinged.
I'm here
You furrowed your brows at the unfamiliar number. Typing back.
Who's this
You stared at the dots on the screen.
...
....
jbb107
"What the hell?" You muttered, holding your screen closer to your face. You blinked when the screenshot of your ad popped up. Hazy memories of you cackling in your living room flashes in your horrified brain. "Oh. Fuck. Me."
Its a little cold
gonna be much longer
"Fuck. Me." Your finger rests on the keyboard ready to tell whoever jbb107 is to please go home when the window above your head screeches open.
"Get your dumbass up here and help me!"
Fuck. You.
You text back with the first real smile on your face in over a month.
30 minutes.
got it
25 minutes later you're standing at the altar, discreetly searching the woods for your guy. You switched out your lavender pumps for a pair of sneakers and you had your car ready to go with a change of clothes for Mr. Jbb107. He said to call him Bucky and you weren't sure which nickname was worse.
The plan was for him to hop in your backseat after the inevitable chaos and you would take him to his car he left a few blocks away.
He has perfect timing, just as your sister started her overly dramatic walk down the aisle, you saw a flash of skin darting from your left. Oh he's big, you thought when he ran past you, his wink making your mouth dry. You almost lost your train of thought when you saw his tattooed chest and arms, his ass jiggling a little when he jumped over a chair.
In the midst of everyone screaming and running around, you slipped past the crowd to your car. You grabbed the clothes from the back seat and listened as your sister yelled. Starting the engine, your eyes widened when you saw Bucky being chased by the groomsmen. You pushed open the door, screaming for him to hurry.
He skids to a stop and gives you another heart-stopping wink. "One second, doll." Doll. The way he said it, out of breath and yet so sweet, made you smile. You can get used to that. You laughed, hiding behind the steering wheel when he ducked and dodged the bulky men, causing them to fall onto each other.
He jumps in your passenger seat, taking the shirt from your hand and placing it on his lap. You take off, still laughing as the church faded into the distance.
You glance at him from the corner of your eye, he's openly staring at you with a wide smile. His eyes holding a hint of admiration but it's the way they drift down and snap back up that has you shifting in your seat. It's been a while since anyone has given you that look.
"You always go around streaking?"
He snorts, "you always pay to ruin weddings?"
"Touché."
A comfortable silence fills the car, the hot summer breeze drifting through the open window. He wiggles into the clothes as you turn down the next block. You're already missing the very chiseled, sexy view.
"So." He says, leaning back in his seat. "What if instead of you paying me, I take you out for dinner?"
You shake your head. "I don't even know you."
Bucky tilts his head with a smirk, pretty blue eyes gazing up at you. "Really? You've already seen me naked. I met the family. We practically on the fifth date. What's a little dinner going to hurt?
You shrug, muttering true under your breath.
He closes his eyes, placing his arms above his head. "I get the feeling we're going to have fun."
This is the absolutely best meet cute and I want it. Also you've already seen me naked. I met the family. we're practically on the fifth date is the best goddamn line
Summary: It started when Frankie walked into a flower shop...
A/N: I'm willing to write a part 2 if someone wants it.
Frankie felt so out of his limit. When Will insisted to set him on a blind date, he uninterestingly agreed, thinking that Will would forget about it. Turns out he didn't. So now Frankie is rushing. He's sweaty, coming straight from work to pick up Mia, paying the babysitter, dropping off Mia. Now he had to grab some flowers, and maybe buy some cologne or body spray from the store nearby so he doesn't smell so bad.
He enters the small flower shop and he's overwhelmed by the different floral aromas and colors.
"Be right out!" you call out from the back. A few seconds pass and you step out holding a tray of small succulents. You set them down on the table and when you look at Frankie, your eyes light up and you smile brightly at him, "Hi there! What can I do for you today?" He thinks you look beautiful with your smile and the flower clips in your hair.
Frankie nervously rubs the back of his neck and walks closer to the counter, "Um...I'd like some flowers."
You giggle, "Well you came to the right place. What's the occasion?"
"A date."
"Do you happen to know what the person likes?" you ask interestingly.
He sighs and shakes his head, "No. This is a first date, blind date. One that don't even want to go on, honestly." he murmurs the last part and winces, "Sorry. I didn't-"
"It's okay. I think we'll go with daffodils. They're simple, pretty, and symbolize new beginnings. I think that fits for first dates. You never know if it's that start of something, ya know?" You move around the counter towards the greenhouse. You don't signal for Frankie to follow, but he does anyway.
When you feel his presence, you glance over your shoulder and give him a polite smile. He doesn't know why, but his stomach flutters whenever you seem to look at him.
"So Mister..."
"Frankie. Call me Frankie."
"Frankie, okay," you stop in front of the daffodils, pulling out your gardening scissors from your apron and you start cutting, "I'm guessing your friend set you up on this blind date against your will?"
Frankie stuffs his hands in his back pockets and sighs, "Sorta. I mean, he offered to set me up with her a few weeks ago and I blindly said yes. I honestly thought he'd forget about it. I was wrong."
"Not looking to date right now?"
"I got a lot on my plate right now, honestly."
You nodded, "I see." you pull out some twine from your other apron pocket and bind the bundle of flowers together. You then hand them to Frankie, "Here ya go! I hope you enjoy your date!"
Frankie took the flowers and looked at you with furrowed brows, "Don't need to pay for these?"
"Free of charge."
"You sure?"
"Definitely. I really hope things go well on your date."
"Um thanks-" you give him your name and he repeats it and you nod in confirmation, "Well thanks. I guess if I'll ever need flowers again, I'll come to you."
"Please do! Bye, Frankie!" you escort him to the door and wave as he hops into his truck, driving away.
Frankie looks at the time and sees that he's running late. Guess he'll have to skip out on the cologne.
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It's two weeks later when Frankie walks back into your shop, this time he has Mia attached to his hip.
You're at the counter already helping another customer, but a minute later, they're walking away and you're giving him a welcoming wave.
"Frankie! It's good to see you again!" He approaches the counter and sets Mia down and you smile softly at her, "And who's this cutie?"
"This is my daughter, Mia. Honey, say hi!"
The three year old looks at you and then hides her face into Frankie's shirt and you giggle, "She's shy, I see. It's okay. Anyway, what can I help you with today? Oh! How was the date?"
He shrugged, "Alright. We didn't really click."
Your shoulders sagged in disappointment, "Oh. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. She liked the flowers though. So I guess there's that. Anyway, um, I'm on my way to a friend's engagement party. Didn't have time to really get them anything."
"Well I'm here at your disposal! Follow me!" you walk towards the greenhouse and Frankie picks up Mia, setting her down. Her small hand goes into his and the two Morales' follow you.
"So yellow tulips symbolize cheerful thoughts, which I suppose you're sending when people get engaged." You pull out your scissors and hold them out to Frankie, "Here."
"What?"
"You and Mia can cut them. Grab as many as you'd like."
"You sure?"
"Yup!"
"Okay," he takes the flowers and kneels beside the flowerbed of yellow tulips, "Honey, you wanna cut some flowers for Uncle Benny?"
You see Frankie's eyes go soft as he guide's his daughters hands across the scissor and cuts one flower off, "Good job, sweetheart!" he kisses her head, "Let's do a few more, okay?"
Mia giggles and says, "'Kay, daddy."
You go back to the counter to sort out a new shipment of seeds. A few minutes later, Frankie appears setting the flowers down. He pulls out his wallet as you wrap the flowers up, "I'm paying for the flowers this time."
You shake your head, "No, you're not."
"Oh come on."
You shake your head again, "Seeing you and Mia have some cute daddy and daughter time was payment enough." Frankie says your name and you stop him, "Nope!" You also slide a card over to him, "And here's a card to go with it. Just scribble your name and you're good to go."
Frankie chuckles in disbelief as he writes his and Mia's name in the card. He then takes it and the flowers in one hand, his other hand preoccupied with Mia's, "You're losing money doing this."
"Hardly. But I hope you guys have a good rest of your day!" you leaned over the counter and waved at Mia, "Bye Mia! It was nice meeting you!"
Mia, feeling a little more comfortable, smiled shyly and waved, making you giggle. Frankie smiles at the sight and sound, then clears his throat, "I don't mean to be forward, but, um, would you like to get some coffee sometime?"
You brightly smile at him again, "I'd love to!" you take a business card and scribble your personal number, "I usually take Fridays and Sundays off."
"Who runs the shop when you're not here?"
"I have other employees. But call or text me sometime and we can hash out the details."
"Alright," he smiles and pockets the card. He gives you a wave, "Thanks again."
"Anytime," you say as you wave back and watch as Frankie and Mia hop into the truck and drive away.
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You and Frankie have been texting back and forth for two weeks. He's been really busy with work lately, hence why you've yet to go on that coffee date.
Frankie: So I know I asked you out for coffee, but do you actually drink coffee? Or are you more of a tea person?
You: I do drink coffee, yes. Usually something sweet with vanilla or cinnamon flavoring.
Frankie: You're one of THOSE people.
You: DON'T KNOCK IT UNTIL YOU TRY IT, FRANKIE!
Frankie: ;)
That's all he sends you and you were going to reply, but a few customers have walked in and you became preoccupied.
You're finishing up and order when you see Frankie walking through the door with two coffees and a paper bag.
You give him another one of those heart stopping smiles and he seems to blush from that, "Hey! You didn't tell me you were coming!"
"That would've ruined the surprise, cherry blossom."
You cocked a brow at him and smiled, "Cherry blossom?"
He shrugged, "I dunno. It fits. You work at a flower shop and...you're as beautiful as a cherry blossom."
You feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment, "Well, aren't you sweet."
"Have you had lunch yet?"
"I haven't."
He gives you a questioning look and you snicker, "Lemme just get Jess to take over the front. If you head through those doors at the back of the greenhouse, it leads to my favorite hiding spot. Meet me there?"
"Yes, ma'am." Frankie replies with a nod and proceeds to head over.
You quickly rush to the back where Jess is, "Quick! Take over the front!"
"What? But why so...rushy?"
"Frankie's here and he brought me coffee and lunch!"
"Frankie, hot dilf, Frankie?"
You groan, "Don't call him that, but yes!" You practically rip off your work apron, dust off any soil left on your clothes and fix your hair to look less messy, "How do I look?"
"Decent."
"Good enough!"
You quickly rush to the back where you told Frankie to met you and let out a deep breath before stepping in, "So, what made you decide to bring me lunch?"
"The fact that I've been so busy that I keep pushing back our date. I figured that I have time now, might as well."
"Eager, hm?" you laugh when he shyly looks away and you place your hand on his arm, "Hey, it's okay. It's cute. You're cute." then you scrunched your face up, "No. That's weird. It's like we're teenagers saying that. We're adults. You're handsome. There. That sounds better."
Frankie chuckles and then looks around the room, "This is a nice area."
"Thanks. It used to be storage, but I wanted to have a place where we can hold classes or little luncheons for guests. It's not finished yet."
"Still looks beautiful," he notes the vines going down the frames of the windows, the soft pastels of different flowers. His eyes go back to you and he sees you softly staring back at him.
Your gaze makes him nervous so he grabs two sandwiches from the paper bag he brought, "I, uh, didn't know if you liked sandwiches, but these are best sellers."
"Thank you, and for future reference, I'm not picky."
"Good to know," he then takes your coffee, handing it to you, "I hope this is to your liking."
You accepted it and took a sip, smacking your lips together to really get a taste, "Mmmm! That's some good stuff right there!" and Frankie let out a breath of relief. You giggled, setting the drink down, "Are you always this nervous when it comes to dates, Frankie?"
"I...Well, to be honest, haven't gone on dates in a long time. Since Mia was born and my ex and I separated, never really had time. It wasn't a priority because my main focus was on my little girl. That blind date was my first date in a few years."
"So what changed?"
Frankie bit his lip and nervously reached out, placing his hand over yours, "You. God, I don't know what it is about you, cherry blossom, but you just seem to pull me in. I want to get to know you, take you out, hold you, kiss you. All of it." his thumb softly rubs against the back of your hand and you smile sweetly at him.
"I get what you're saying, Frankie, because I feel that way about you too. The way you're so sweet and kind, you're a great father to Mia, and you care about your friends. I'd love to continue getting to know you. There's just something about you to that pulls me towards you."
"If we do this, I just...I need to warn you that I'm a little rough around the edges. I've gone through some stuff-"
"-And that's okay. And you don't need to share that with me unless you want to."
Frankie chuckles to himself and shakes his head, "You wanna know something?"
"Hm?"
"I'm glad I went on that blind date, because if I didn't, I wouldn't have met you, cherry blossom."
You giggle and place your other hand on top of Frankie's, "I think that nickname is starting to grow on me. I was a little iffy of it at first but the way you say it...sounds so sweet. You're so sweet, Frankie."
Jess walks into the room with her hand over her eyes, "Are you guys decent?"
You roll your eyes and look over your shoulder, "Quit it, will you?"
Jess drops her hand and smirks at you, then looks at Frankie, "Oh yeah. Definitely a dilf."
"JESS!"
The young woman cackles and dodges a napkin ball you've thrown her way, "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! Anyway, a delivery arrived. You want me to sign it off?"
"Please do," you reply with a nod.
"I can go if you're busy," Frankie said and you immediately replied, "No no. You're staying. Jess can handle everything."
The young woman saluted, "Yup! I can handle it. Also, remember to use prote-"
"I CAN FIRE YOU, YOU KNOW!"
She proceeds to rush out of there and back to the storefront and you groan, letting your head fall into your hands.
"So....you think I'm a dilf?"
Your head shot up and your eyes widened, "No! I mean, yes, but no! i just told Jess that you're a dad who also happens to be very attractive!"
"So a dilf."
You ball up another napkin and throw it at Frankie, who's just laughing wholeheartedly.
▶ abstract: seeing death days means she doesn’t care about injuries.
▶ word count: 1,384
▶ warnings: some light angst, weapon expert!bucky
▶ pairing: n/a
Another mission. The fifth one this month. Tracking enhanced to HYDRA base after HYDRA base, the team always seemed to be one step behind. Each time she’d get injured. From things as small as a concussion to throwing herself in front of a team member to keep them from getting shot.
Summary: Bucky has planned the perfect vacation. All he has to do is get through the metal detectors without revealing his secret.
Pairing: TFAWS Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 3.5K
Warnings: Smut, exhibitionism, praise kink, piercing kink (Bucky has brand new c*ck piercing), mile high club public sex, airplane bathroom sex, oral (m receiving), p*ssy slapping, dirty talk,, dom/sub dynamics, begging kink, choking kink, Minors DNI
A/N: Beta’d by the wonderful @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog and @whisperlullaby and an entry for her challenge! All mistakes are my own.
Do not copy, translate, reproduce, rewrite or repost any of my works. Comments, likes and reblogs are welcome and cherished. By hitting read more, you agree that you are 18 and older.
Bucky Barnes is a romantic, you blame it on his 1940s upbringing. It’s not unusual for you to come home to flowers, chocolates, and oh his home-cooked meals. Nothing like seeing him, all six feet of thick ripped muscles, standing in front of the stove wearing nothing but an apron, holding up a spoon dripping with fragrant marinara sauce, telling you to open wide and swallow like the good girl you are.
For the past week, he’s been acting strange, hiding his laptop whenever you wander into the room.
He keeps staring at you to the point where you’re looking down at yourself, wondering if you spilled something. Each time he follows up with his signature smirk, pure lust in his deep blue eyes. He’s always insatiable but something is different, he’s holding back something from you, often distracting you with mind blowing sex, in fact, the only warning you get before he’s on you, in you, is his bottom lip catching between a flash of pearly white teeth.
When he announced the vacation it all made sense, his odd behavior, his increased libido. He’s been thinking about all the filthy things he’s going to do to you in another country.
And you are ready for it.
The ride to the airport is peaceful, the sky shades of dark azure and teals, the crescent moon visible to your left. The early morning traffic is light, so you arrive earlier than expected. While it pained you to get up before the sunrise, you have to admit it’s worth it to not deal with crowds of people. His hand, heavy and warm, rests on your thigh as he pulls into the lot.
