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A few ideas for reader insert one shots/ drabbles I have, mostly including the whole team as friendshipfics:
(In my head EVERYONE is alive and living in the Tower together, going on missions and being a family. My head universe is not canon at all. Donāt judge me, I need my support hero family being supportive and alive)
(Itās 4.30 am and I just typed and immediately posted this, so probably a lot of typos but who even cares)
ā¢ Y/N being a beauty youtuber and making videos at the tower
- Her whole fanbase losing their minds whenever she brings a member of the team into them.
- Like, one time (pre-haircut) she used Thors hair to demonstrate a braiding tutorial. Bucky unwillingly took the job once after the gods hair was too short for braiding.
- Nat sharing her own beauty tips and tricks and Wanda volunteering as model for showing off new makeup looks
- Tony invents some stuff to make filming the videos easier and well, y/n is definitely sponsored by Stark industries lol
- Peter is always in her Vlogs, just casually swinging and crawling around in the background
- The whole comment section being flooded by Captain America fangirls whenever Stevie shows up for even just a split second
ā¢ Y/N being the most animal loving person on the planet
- Most of the Avengers choose either kids or veterans for their charity work, y/n always takes the projects involving animals
- The public swooning everytime they see y/n full of joy and love (and often dirt), sitting on the ground and petting all kinds of animals. From monkeys to dogs, elephants, snakes and pigs.
- Name an animal and y/n knows at least 20 facts about it that are not common knowledge
- Fans bringing their pets to public events, just bcs they know that y/n will take the time to cuddle the pets and maybe even bringing them backstage to give the animals some space and quiet (sheās technically not allowed to do that but oh well, whoās gonna stop her?)
- Always has dog treats on her, no matter where she goes
ā¢ Y/N being amazing at handcrafts and frequently giving handmade gifts to the team members and other friends
- Tonys favourite gift from y/n is a handsculpted and painted, red and gold coffee mug. It looks so professional she had to show him WIP pictures to prove its handmade
- Bucky got a huge crochet blanket in a warm and autumny red with his name embroidered onto it. Sometimes heāll forget it on the couch in the living room and everyone else almost physically fights about it. (Wanda and Nat planning a sneak attack to get it while Clint is cuddled up in it)
- Everyone gets socks. And hats. And scarves. They often look at all the lovely, handmade items laying around and ask themselves when the hell y/n finds time for all that. She does it to make them happy tho, so losing 1 or 2 (or 8) hours of sleep doesnāt bother her.
- And when I say everyone gets socks, I mean it. She makes personalised socks for their friends at Shield, the guardians when they visit, Clints family, Peters friends & May, their Wakandan friends etc
Kudos to fanfiction writers for writing about all the trauma and emotional and mental turmoil that the original content creators dont acknowledge when putting characters through hell
This has evolved to one of fanfictionās major assets in my eyes. To every author that cares enough about the characters in their stories to examine trauma, but also the slow, tedious processes of healing and recovery: your stories mean so much to me and other persons with mental health problems. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
A/N: this was requested by my love, @buckybarneschokeme who requested some enemies to lovers with her favorite man. I really enjoyed writing this so I hope everyone enjoys reading it!!
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbating (m and f), sex toy, nickname (doll), tiniest bit of angst (idek if it qualifies as angst lol)
āAre you fucking kidding me, Barnes? You had one job and you fucked that too.ā You yelled at the top of your lungs as you proceeded to storm off to your bedroom. The last thing you wanted to do was fight with Bucky after a week-long mission.
Bucky jogs after you as he grabs your arm, spinning you around as he pulls you closer, ādonāt just walk away from! We were both at fault, you know that!ā
summary: bucky realizes you aren't in your usual festive mood.
- bucky x reader
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low key thinking about a little holiday mini-series now.
Itās only when Sam mentions that heās heading home to visit his family, that Bucky realizes the holidays are fast approaching.
The lights strung up through the city, the decorations and buzz of holiday shoppers had made little impression on him, just another thing in the humdrum of life in the city. Even the decorations at the compound had failed to catch his attention, Stark changing the interior design so often that he stopped noticing it.
But Samās announcement makes him remember that you love the holidays.
Maybe he didnāt pay attention to the decor, but he does pay attention to you. Maybe he's just a little bit infatuated with you. Maybe he knows why they call liking someone a crush because of you. Like his heart is being whittled away with longing, anytime he looks at you.
Youāre also his signal to the impending holidays. Your festive cheer, good mood, and low humming as you move around the compound for the past couple years his clue of the approaching season each December.
You love the holiday markets that spring up, decorating, baking, drinking something warm on a cold day. You love walking in the snow and roasting marshmallows over a midwinter bonfire, blanket snug on your lap.
He tries to remember if heās seen you decorating this year, if you had mentioned the markets to him at all, if heās seen you try to sneakily hide gifts.
And he comes up empty.
You love the holidays. It's your favorite time of year, and yet you haven't done one festive thing.
Bucky makes quick work of tracking you down that evening, finding you just logging out of your computer in your office despite it being 8 pm on a Friday. Youāre an intelligence analyst for the team, and donāt do field work anymore.
Bucky is thankful for that, would probably be impossible to work with on missions otherwise. You used to work in the field, before you came to work for Stark, when an injury saddled you with a desk job permanently.
You look up when he pauses in the doorway. āHey, Buck,ā you smile, looking genuinely happy to see him even if your gaze remains a bit tired.
He makes a note to talk to Steve and Stark about overworking you.
āWhy are you down here?ā He asks, his eyes darting to the corner of your office, where last year you had set up a Christmas tree, hung lights, lit a menorah.
This year it's bare, just a stack of boxes and a recycling bin.
Your coffee station too is bare, when in previous years you had set out cookies, lined the shelf with seasonal creamers and syrups.
How had he not noticed before?
āJust finishing up some work. Iām the one that makes recommendations for priority of missions, remember?ā You joke, stuffing some files into your messenger bag, your tablet following after, and Bucky knows youāre just moving locations, not quitting for the night at all. Youād probably sit up at your kitchen table all night.
At least you had changed out of your work clothes, a pair of rolled sweatpants and hoodie wrapping your frame. He reaches automatically for your bag when youāre done packing it up, picking up your duffle bag by the door too which probably contained your discarded clothes and workout gear.
āJust because you Avengers get lots of downtime doesnāt mean the rest of us do.ā
āHa,ā he deadpans, though he knows it's true. Youāre one of the reasons he has so little paperwork to deal with, that all of the Avengers donāt.
Guilt bites a little hole into his heart.
You look tired. Exhausted.
āWhatās brought you down to my neck of the woods?ā You ask as he steps back into the hall and lets you shut and lock your office door.
Besides you and the other analysts, few people had reason to visit this part of the compound. Meetings with administration or any of the teams brought you upstairs.
āI think Iām going to skip the gym tonight and get some takeout instead,ā you continue, not waiting for an answer. āI have so much to catch up on and Iām determined to watch at least one episode of my show tonight. Wanna join? For the food I mean? You can keep me company.ā You reach out to take your bags back from him but Bucky doesnāt move.
He only stares at you.
Last year, in all pervious years he'd known you, you would have demanded he have a cup of hot chocolate with you and watch Christmas Vacation.
After a few seconds, you lower your hand and raise an eyebrow. āYou okay? Something wrong?ā
āWhy arenāt you celebrating this year?ā
āCelebrating what?ā You seem genuinely perplexed, though unfazed by his bluntness, used to his long silences and abrupt questions.
āThe holidays? Every year youāre so damn annoying about it. Singing and baking and making everyone go to those damn markets. You havenāt done any of it this year.ā He means to sound teasing, but his voice is gruff and instead he sounds aggravated, irritated.
You blink in surprise before you duck your head, embarrassed. āYeah, well, maybe I didnāt want to be annoying this year.ā You shoot him a tight smile and start towards the elevators.
It takes him a moment to follow, confused by your words.
The elevator ride is silent, but he follows you to your rooms, setting your bags down once inside.
You pull out yet another laptop and work on ordering Chinese take out, chattering at him about what he should try, how long it would probably take them to deliver, but the only thing he can focus on is how you havenāt decorated your rooms either.
āYou arenāt annoying,ā Bucky says abruptly, cutting you off.
You go silent, trying to catch up to his thoughts, to the conversion you clearly thought you had ended outside your office.
āI know I get on everyoneās nerves,ā You say, fiddling with your sleeve. āI just...Iāve been so busy lately and no one ever seems to care anyways so I figured Iād skip it this year.ā
Bucky tilts his head to the side, watching you look back at your computer screen. āI care.ā
āThanks, Buck, but you really donāt have to humor me-,ā
āIām not humoring you. It's the only thing that makes me realize the holidays are close.ā He doesnāt look away from you, watching you fiddle with the sleeves of your sweater, embarrassed for a reason he can't fathom. āI like doing that stuff with you. I like doing all that holiday shit. If its with you.ā
You seem surprised again, head jerking in his direction. āOh, well, I-,ā
āWe can go to the markets tomorrow. The same one we went to last year, remember? 'S not that far from here.ā
Thereās a strange softness in your eyes when you answer, āYeah, I remember. I'm surprised you do.ā
He doesn't comment on that, afraid of what it might reveal of his heart.
āDo you need help decorating? I can help you with that, too. And we can do that bonfire thing before Sam leaves to go home.ā He racks his brain, trying to remember what else you liked to do. āAnd baking. Wanda like to bake too, Iāll loop her in, Iām sure she has some Sokovian thing we can try to make-,ā
All at once, youāre in his arms, looping your arms around his neck and hugging him tight. āThank you, Bucky.ā
He isnāt quite sure what heās being thanked for but he hugs you back all the same, wrapping his arms tightly around your shoulders. āTomorrow work for you? Iām thinking market, mulled wine, baking when we come home. We can decorate a little tonight if your reports can wait. I'll get Steve to take some of 'em.ā
āNo, they can wait. Tomorrow is perfect,ā you murmur against his shoulder, tightening your grip around him. āThank you.ā
Bucky just shakes his head and runs a hand down your back, feeling the tension drain away. He would do anything and everything for you, and wishes he knew how to tell you.
summary: in past relationships, you've always been told you were too much when they called it quits. then you find the perfect man, and you don't want to mess that up too.
word count: 1.2k
warnings: relationship/personal insecurities, wee bit of angst if you would even call it that (talks of a breakup), swearing, suggestive language and i think that's it. pls notify me of any warnings i overlooked.
a/n: hereās a bit of a winter drabble. im in the cozy, cuddly mood & i wanted to get this out. i hope yāall enjoy! my inbox is always open for your sweet, perfect, and filthy ideas. also, the summary thing is new?? i just haven't updated my masterlist and am lazy lol. this is for all the peeps out there who have been told by their ridiculous and stupid exes that they're "too much." you're never too much. you are just the right about for someone who truly loves you.
minors dni.
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We should talk.
It was a simple text message from Bucky. Three words. Three fuckin' words that made goosebumps rise on your skin. You chewed at the green Starbucks stopper and uncrossed your legs from your comfortable position on the couch.
You've been all the right things -- you thought. Answering his text messages at an appropriate time (not within five minutes since it was received). You didn't babble on dates and made it know just a little bit of you at a time.
When you two slept together for the first time, you left in the early morning by just leaving a kiss on his lips. You didn't stay to make or enjoy breakfast. You put your own clothes back on. You didn't contact him until the next day.
You were sure you were doing everything right. Or at least doing the opposite of what your exes said was just too much.
okay.
should i come to your place?
Shit. Your nerves about his text message got to you and you didn't filter out how ridiculous it was to double-text. You also didn't filter out how inappropriate it was to invite yourself to his. You're killing a relationship that has just started.
No. I'll come to yours.
Shit, times two.
Still a bit anxious, you replied quickly, already breaking one of your rules:
when should i expect you?
Bucky had come into your life a couple of months ago. It's been good or what you thought was good. He was sweet, patient, attentive, and made sure you felt good (all around). You knew after the first date, he was the one. Then you got all in your head. It was too soon to think that. He would think you were desperate. You couldn't be more into this than he was. So you sat back a little and let the relationship be.
Yeah, you thought it was going good.
Then he sent you that text message on a Friday night, you wish you were spending in bed with him. Stop.
Just talked to Fred for bit. See you soon.
Fred. Your doorman.
Oh.
You jumped up, almost knocking over your tea. Double-checking that you didn't have any stains on your jumper, you smacked your lips at the tiny hole on your yoga pants.
But maybe changing your entire outfit would be a red flag, a little much to Bucky. The lazy and effortless wear was perfect for someone who didn't want to seem like they were trying too hard.
God, this suppression of your full self was getting hard.
You were combing the ends of your braids when there was a knock on your door. You let a little yelp escape you but swallow it down as your head to the door.
With a deep breath, you twist the doorknob and there he is.
Bucky was sporting a soft smile and a raincoat. You then took notice of the sound of rain hitting your windows and let Bucky in quickly. He shook off his boat and set them on the towel you kept folded by the door for that exact reason.
"Hi, sweetheart." He said. You got a whiff of his warm cologne and a slight citrus scent. The tip of his nose was a little red and you could tell he was a little cold. He must have walked most of the journey here because the subway stop was just across the street and there's just no way he would be this cold from that short walk.
You wanted to ask why he didn't take the train all the way to you? Why did he decide to walk? Why did he walk in the rain?
But you kept it all to yourself and just let him warm up on your couch. He made himself comfortable, grabbing the throw you kept in the living room, to toss over his legs. Meanwhile, you poured him a glass of water and offered him so hot chocolate.
He declined the latter and drink his full glass of water before speaking again.
"Maybe I should just get it out and say it, huh?" There was a small laugh on his breath.
Here it comes. The most perfect guy breaking up with you. Of course, you would mess that up. You always do.
"Are you-- do you want to break up with me?"
No, it wasn't you asking that. It was the perfect guy. Bucky Barnes. In a navy blue hoodie and sinful gray sweatpants, was asking you if you wanted to break up with him.
What?
So you said it aloud.
"What?"
"I mean," Bucky coughed," You just don't seem-- Fuck, I don't want to say the wrong thing... You just don't seem all that interested. I don't you to feel like you have to date me."
Your heartfelt like it was going to just beat out of your chest. If you could throw up in his lap, you would.
"What?" Is all you could say.
"I'm saying this wrong, aren't I?" Bucky's smile was uncomfortable and small," Are you into this? Us? Do you want to end it? Sometimes it feels like I bore you-"
"-No!" You almost screamed. Bucky's eyes widened and you were sure it wasn't from your volume but rather the fact that you didn't want to end this," I really like you, Bucky. I really, really like you." You cringed at yourself, hoping he wouldn't take that the wrong way.
He just smiled.
No, he actually grinned really big.
"Okay, okay. That's good," Bucky nibbled at his lip," But just answer this for me. Why are you so, I don't know, away from me all the time. If you want to slow things down, we can." Bucky's eyes were so innocent, so hopeful.
It's been clicking the entire conversation but to just hear Bucky say that, you knew you had to say something.
"I only know like your siblings' names and that you performed in a talent show when you were like 12," Bucky laughed," I want to get to know you. Why won't you let me get to know you?"
You were silent for a few moments before you felt a wave of tears manifest themselves. You scooted away from Bucky's outstretched hands and sniffled up.
"I've been told," You started. Deep breaths.
"I've been told I can be a lot. Crazy sometimes. I just," You shuttered, another rush of emotion coming on," I just didn't want to do that with you."
"Too much?" Bucky scooted closer to you," You could never be too much because sweetheart, I don't think I could ever get enough of you."
That made you sob. You couldn't stop Bucky's arms from wrapping around you and sinking you down into the couch. He left small kisses up and down your neck, then pressed his lips to your wet cheeks.
"Talk to me, beautiful. Talk to me."
"I can't," You don't even know how those words came out. You couldn't stop crying. Your throat burned. Your face was hot. You weren't sad. God, no.
You were relieved.
"Don't hold back on me," Bucky said," Don't hide away parts of you. I want them all. I want every single bit."
for the record i have never hit post limit. like in my entire life. i've had this blog since 2013. i can't even fathom how someone hits post limit like what are you even fucking posting
Thor and Steve regularly go out and commit petty crime in front of police officers just for the laughs because like what the hell are they gonna do??? Arrest a norse god??? Put a living legend in handcuffs??? I donāt think so lol Thor take off your pants in front of that cop and see what he does. FUCK da police.
Steve Rogers would totally commit petty crimes if he thought the law was unjust. Watch Steve Rogers remove anti-homeless bars. Watch a Steve Rogers give out food for free that was supposed to be thrown away. Watch Steve Rogers be in a park open āfrom dawn to duskā after dark because āitās a stupid fucking rule, Buck.ā
people that arenāt steve stans really donāt understand that king literally said āiām not asking for forgiveness and iām way past asking permissionā because heās not following anyoneās bullshit rules
I fucking hate how people make him this innocent, sweet boi. As if that man wasnāt an angry, twink who committed multiple felonies, went awol, broke orders, defied his coās and snarked his way through every government official he came into contact with.
That man is the definition of chaotic good. Heās gonna do the right thing, even if he has to break every law in existence to make it happen.
LMAO do none of āCap is to good to commit crimesā remember Civil War?? not only did he say fuck the laws, he said FUCK everyone who cant see the right thing isnt the lawful thing. Ya boy said fucking fight me.
"NO, NO, LISTEN TO ME. IT'S BEEN MONTHS BUT IT STILL DOESN'T SIT RIGHT WITH ME THAT BUCKY BARNES HAD TO ASK FOR FORGIVENESS FOR WHAT THE WINTER SOLDIER DID. IT WAS THE WINTER SOLDIER'S ACTIONS. IT WAS HYDRA. NOT BUCKY. IT IS NOT BUCKY'S FAULT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED. HE IS A VICTIM TOO. NO, I'LL NEVER LET THIS DIE BECAUSE... "
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