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A/N: Hoping this will stay organized and to add to it. Active WIPs at the bottom. Thank you for reading!
I write mostly xReader (will specify if OC)
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Happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day!
I didn’t want to let this day go by without sending a note of thanks to the fanfic writers out there. I hope everyone is doing well and taking care of themselves. As a reader, I have been a little bit up-and-down this year. Every year I set up goals for my reading. Sometimes I reach them and sometimes not so much. I’ve been overly critical of myself and how I reblog this year. Sometimes I send really long messages in my reblogs and I feel like I can’t keep that same pace. Especially when I’m reading a series. Other times I feel that I’m not being original with my wording and struggle to find what I want to say without being repetitive. While I second-guess what I’m doing, I have actually lost some fics I’ve meant to reblog. I have followed more people and sometimes I worry I miss out on some of your great writing. I try to go through my list from time to time to see what I might have missed and to re-read fics that meet some kind of need or just resonate with me. Even though I don’t know you, I am always astounded by your willingness to share your works and your lives with us. You put yourselves out there for us and it never fails that somebody has to say something completely uncalled for or rude. Every time I read that, my heart hurts for you. We’ve lost a lot of good writers this year because of this nonsense. I hope you all know that there are so many more of us that support you. We all understand the need to take a break sometimes and care for yourselves. Whether or not I say it, I worry about you when you are quiet and hope all is well. This year I am hoping to not be as cautious. I want to reblog the things I like, no matter the content or subject. Also, I think I’m going to try to send more asks to show my appreciation. My hope is for you to find inspiration to write what you like and what moves you. I also hope that you find success, peace and happiness in all that you do. 
I always worry about who I do and do not tag in this kind of post. This is certainly not an exhaustive list but I wanted to acknowledge a few writers that have made my day a little brighter.
Thank you for taking the time to write and post your works 💜
@shreddedparchment @agentofbarnes @just-the-hiddles @xbuchananbarnes @theycallmebecca @thighs-of-betrayal-blog @imnotrevealingmyname @tilltheendwilliwrite @the-emo-asgardian @stevesbestgirl @nastybuckybarnes @angrythingstarlight @bolontiku @heli0s-writes @samwilsons-pillowpecs @ghostsstoriess @jewels2876 @poetic-fiasco @imaginedreamwrite @elfenbensord @wkemeup @avengerscompound @grufflepuff-writes-stuff @holylulusworld @ozarkthedog @river-soul @jobean12-blog
Note: I did end up being late as far as when the writers would be notified with this post. I have been tagging writer blogs in my reblogs so on those days I just wanted to quickly find a story it might be easier since I can’t figure out how to make a masterlist despite being given great directions. So…I used # instead of @ 😬 And that just falls in line with how everything has gone in the past year or so and why blog names didn’t pop up like they were supposed to 🤦♀️😂
about a bra
A/N::: Inspired by @bolontiku -- from the wonderful “One Word Prompt” (involving Thor) that i saw on my dash!
*steve rogers x reader, drabble
“You good?”
The series of inhales and exhales of your lungs are accompanied by the compressions and decompressions of your bra strap on your back – something the handsome yet unskilled fingers behind you have been trying to unlatch for the past five minutes. Five minutes of your irritation festering. This is so not what you had envisioned for tonight.
“Uh…getting there?” Steve mumbled, focused, his teeth gripping his bottom lip.
Teasingly, you mutter, “You don’t sound so confident.”
But – nothing. Not even a groan in response.
You take a mental note: Never let a super soldier concentrate long on such a mundane task – it’s no fun.
“Hey, hey! Stop it!” He slaps your right hand as it reaches back to assist him, “No, I got it! I’m almost there.”
“You’ve been almost there for a minute now, baby, I promise I can just do it, it’ll be no prob—"
“Here we go, here we go…!”
And in that instant, you feel the thin fabric slide down your chest and replace itself with the coolness of the presently disturbed air, with your nipple buds tightening because of it.
“Boom!”
“Don’t say boom, it’s weird.”
“Your, uh, ‘ta-tas’ like it.”
You glance down and shoot your arms around your chest, covering your breasts in the process.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because—I—I mean, they’re great! I love them!”
Assenting, you look down once more. “Right! They’re so fun—” you shake your upper body back and forth, your bust jiggling in Steve’s line of view.
He lowers his head, looking up at you with darkened eyes – the bright baby blue that once laid in them gone, vanished due to the building of his own arousal.
“Turn around.” The bass in Steve’s voice makes your lips quiver, growing into a tremor that spreads to your entire body, leaving goosebumps in its aftermath.
You slide your back against his chest, and there, you relax. Slowly, Steve’s careful yet curious hands crawl up your sides and reach their final destination at your breasts, massaging them as he roughly attaches his lips to your neck to suck and kiss.
And in your ear, he whispers, “What was that about my confidence?”
Maybe this night is going to go the way you intended all along.
Wager...!
Character Pairing: Bucky x Gender Neutral!Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Pure fluff
Summary: Everyone at the compound is taking bets if Bucky will ever gather enough courage to ask you out, which turns into a huge ‘Wager’. A simple threat from his friend might give him final push but will he finally make a move or will he chicken out as he does every week?
A/N: This is for @bolontiku ‘s follower celebration writing challenge.
AU/ Prompt: “Why do you have to ruin my life like this?”
Tags: @ruckystarnes , @learisa , @buckyboystan @dangerousvikings , @dani-si @breezy1415 , @buckysforeverprincess @suz-123 , @prettyyoungtragedy @justreadingfics , @caplansteverogers , @4theluvofall , @caramell0w , @dani-si
P.S.: Please do not share my writing on anywhere other than Tumblr w/o my consent. You can also find my writings on AO3.
P.P.S: Images taken from Google, Pinterest, collage made by me.
To say Bucky was nervous was an understatement. He had been here before, every Monday to be precise. Well that was when he was not on missions kicking bad guys & saving the world while watching over Steve.
Every Monday morning, he walked into this café.
Sure, Compound had its own Starbucks which served free coffee to avengers, hell they served customized coffee which they could order from their rooms via AI and get it delivered where ever they wanted. It was one of the, Privileges of being Avengers or being coffee addicts or simply because of Tony Stark? One may never know.
But Bucky didn’t like to go there, first off it was too crowded for his liking, second for him it was too impersonal in a way a modern day curse where everything was methodical without a personal touch, third well all of the servers tried to flirt with him & get his number or at least his attention.
Just his best friend?| McKirk
a continuation of: “I’m not sure why I did that, I’m sorry”
By request of: @bolontiku
The doors whooshed shut and Jim blinked, once, twice, nope- still frozen. Eventually, Uhura coughed pointedly and he turned dumbly to face the others. Spock raised one eyebrow. Colour pooled in his cheeks. His face tingled at the gentle contacts of Bones’ (BONES’) hand on his head, his body seemed to ache for the contact.
His best friend, his mother hen.
With that adorable slack-mouth shock and rosy cheeks as he stuttered his way to the lift.
Something rose in his chest, a fondness… a… oh shit.
“Back to work, Gentlemen,” he said in a high-pitched almost-shriek.
Chekov and Sulu shared a look before turning back to their consoles, sniggering. Jim fought the urge to say something, best to let this whole thing just, well, blow over.
What should he do? Should he wait and talk to Bones later? Or find an excuse to…
“What is your decision, Captain?” Spock asked. Jim jumped ten foot in the air, was he speaking aloud? Was Spock reading his mind??!
He glanced over at his long-suffering first officer. Jim was sure, if he was human, he would have sighed theatrically by now, as it was, that lone eyebrow crept higher.
“About our journey into the Mancillion system, Captain.”
Shit, what had they been saying? Something about craters or something?
Well fuck knows. “I trust your judgement, Spock.” He heard Chekov swear in Russian but no one else moved. Ah, sod it, he thought. “Well, if that’s all, I, umm, I need to… I have to…” Jim stuttered as he backed off towards the turbolift.
Spock’s second eyebrow rose.
He jabbed the doors to close, blocking off his sniggering crew.
“Oh god,” he murmured, slapping the emergency stop button. “Oh god, I’m in love with my best friend.” He was furious that he hadn’t realised it before and what if, what if Bones didn’t love him? What if that was just a friendly-brotherly hair stroke? That happened right?
Right?
“I’m dead,” he whispered, his finger pressing the floor for medical without thinking.
I always wanted to know what your blogname means
Ahhhaha it was a joke between a friend and myself. Because I tend to talk to myself irl A LOT, I always told her that I had voices in my head. (Not technically wrong) buuut if you look up the Bolontiku they are Mayan dieties, nine gods, that ruled the subterranean worlds. And with me always being... Doom & gloom it stuck.
We always joked if I were a God I WOULD RULE THE UNDERWORLD!! *shakes fist*
Me & the voices in my head.
So. Bolontiku. *snort*
Thank you for this ask. XD
Alright!!! Masterlist Updated!!
It looks so pretty and organized. It took long enough and thank you to the several anons that kept pushing me to change it.
Big shout out to
@domina-natasha & @heedthemountain who helped me tame this beast by doing several of the coding that was needed.
Funny how you don't realize how much you have written till you have to organize and code the motherfucker. 😒😒😒
But IT IS DONE!
