Y'all please help me find a story. Ive been looking for this story but I can't find it 😭🥺. It's like actress!reader has a sexy scene and she didn't want her friends (I think it was Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie and Chris Evans?) to know cause of smthg (I can't remember 🤡) but the staff were all nice and kind and it was just a very good fluffy story.
summary ─ they were very young; a little shy from being fourteen at that time, but both of them knew they were it. soulmates.
pairing ─ tfatws!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ fluff, angst, major character death, soulmates au, flashbacks, tws makes an apperance, angst, like a bit too much angst sprinkled with some fluff, i’m not sorry lol, suicidal thoughts, mentions of suicide attemps
a/n ─ this idea had been sitting in my notebook, and i started writing it a while ago but didn’t know how to end it. @xxshelbsxx told me to do my worst for angst, and i had a lightbulb going off :) hope you like it. enjoy this 5.7k words of tear jerker fic, i have made myself cry writing it lmao. please leave comments and tell me what you think! thank youu <33
Bucky Barnes remembered so clearly the very first time he saw his soulmate. It wasn’t a huge, exaggerated event like how people described it now. There weren’t any fireworks or world literally stopping or some similar shit like that.
Picturing Bunica + Tataie scolding Bucky + Malyshka whenever they see Bee doesn’t have mittens or socks
Even a mafia boss has to answer to his grandparents.
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumblebee
A/N: Part of the Bumblebee Series.
Bucky is a six foot five Pakhan, he towers over nearly everyone. A natural fighter and an expert marksman. He runs his empire with an iron fist. He can't remember the last time his knuckles weren't bruised. People fear him. Respect him. He only repeats himself once.
Not many things in this world scare him.
Even fewer people intimidate him.
In fact, he can't think of anyone who makes him think twice about anything.
Except Bunica. The diminutive matriarch is the exception. Everyone knows not to cross her.
Or to do anything that put her little great-granddaughter's well-being or comfort at risk.
And she's currently strolling down her front steps to greet Bumblebee. The same Bumblebee who tore off her socks somewhere between the airport and the drive to her house.
hi babe! I gound your page recently and I LOVE your writing. Could I request a dadvi x reader where they have two kids, a girl and a boy, and one morning the little girl (Kutchel) ask Levi if he can braid her hair, after he finishes the younger boy (I don’t have a name in mind) sees his sister braids and ask Levi if he can get them too, but his hair is too short? Totally okay if you don’t want yo write it tho, just let me know! 💕 thank you xoxo
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♡ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fem! reader, sfw, reader cooks breakfast, & modern au.
♡ — 𝐚/𝐧: ty for the request my love, I’d personally have 37 kids with levi!
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Hi there can I get a Levi x reader fic please? Where reader is a squad leader/captain. Like they have feelings for one another but refuse to acknowledge it so they’re not ‘crossing a line.’ After Levi squad was wiped out by the female Titan, Levi didn’t even know if reader was still alive until getting back to the walls and reader treats his injury in private after. Even then they still tiptoe around their feelings for one another. It’s only after the rumbling, that reader confesses her feelings for Levi but Levi feels like she deserves someone more whole but reader reassures Levi and Levi finally accepts that he can actually be selfish and be happy now. Thank you x
♡ pairing: levi x captain!reader
♡ content: sfw, spoilers, she/her pronouns, violence, death, angst, fluff, & swearing. reader is humanity’s second strongest soldier.
♡ word count: 11k
When Levi Ackerman first caught a glimpse of you, he was wholeheartedly pissed off.
THAT FIRST SITE IS EVERY WRITER’S DREAM DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE TRIED WRITING SOMETHING AND THOUGHT GOD DAMN IS THERE A SPECIFIC WORD FOR WHAT I’M USING TWO SENTENCES TO DESCRIBE AND JUST GETTING A BUNCH OF SHIT GOOGLE RESULTS
OMG
This one’s an always-reblog, because who knows who needs it and hasn’t seen it yet?
Happy birthday sleepover! Thanks for so many amazing reads 💕 You have an incredible back catalogue. It's Monday in my timezone so hoping you didn't receive this too early.
For the Mafia Make Me Choose edition.. (I really hope I got this right)
A fancypants Friday night dinner with Bucky where he booked out the entire restaurant..
..or a Saturday morning stroll through a food market with Ari, with a coffee to follow?
Decisions, decisions..
Bucky wants to take you to the one restaurant he know—or rather he hopes —you'll love.
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Implied smut.
A/N: Part of the Bumblebee Series.
Am I still going to answer the sleepover asks that I have? Yes, I am😌
Kelce!Reader being on the family filled podcast.
Travis: you’re fucking spoiled.
Y/n: no, I’m not
Jason: who pumps your gas?
Y/n: not me *giggles*
Travis: OH MY GOD- you still don’t pump your gas?!
Y/n: I know how to but I don’t do it
Jason: Papa Kelce is the main enabler-
Y/n: *looks at Jason* you also pump my gas
Travis: Jason-
Jason: that’s because I was raised right and I got yelled at once for allowing her princess ass to step outside into the snow to pump my gas
Y/n: you shoved me out of the car!
Jason: shit, I might just do it again
Papa Kelce: *in the background* you better not!
Travis: Y/n’s the favorite
Y/n: I’m not!
Jason: you know who’s the favorite? Her boyfriend
Travis: oh right! Dad wouldn’t stop calling him her husband even though he isn’t married to our little sister
Jason: but does he pump her gas?
Y/n: obviously— I wouldn’t even consider the possibility of marriage if he didn’t.
Travis: would it be an immediate breakup?
Y/n: Trav, I have already broken up with a guy who wouldn’t pump my gas even if I was paying for it.
Travis: WOW, you really did that?
Y/n: yeah, I wasn’t wanting to get out of the car when it’s fucking freezing out. I was also in a short dress. If you don’t have the decency to get out of my car and pump my gas when you have two perfectly working legs, I DON’T WANT YOU! I have standards, boys.
Jason: *chuckles* the girl has standards, Trav
Travis: makes sense— does Mr. NHL meet those standards?
Y/n: he exceeds them
Bruce Wayne x Reader Story!
A/N: This is still one of my favorite Bruce stories I’ve ever done. Also one of my favorite Backstreet Boys songs. BACKSTREET BOYS!!!! Enjoy! -Thorne <3
What if I never run into you? What if you never smiled at me? What if I hadn’t noticed you too? And you never showed up where I happened to be?
He stood at the edge of the dance floor, surrounded by his sons and Alfred. He glanced down at his champagne then back to Dick who’d been telling them a story. “And Wally ran smack into the wall.” He had to pause he was laughing so hard. “He had that bruise for like two weeks.” His sons let out various reactions, Jason no more than a snort, where as Tim was rolling, telling about a similar incident with Bart; Alfred glanced at Bruce.
“Master Bruce? Is everything alright?” His eyes met Alfred’s, and he nodded.
“I’m fine. Just…bored.” The others chuckled and Jason elbowed him.
“C’mon old man, you only turn forty-five once.” Bruce narrowed his eyes at him, listening as the others snorted.
“Thank you, Jason, for making me remember how old I’m getting.” Jason smirked and quipped,
“Anytime old man.” Bruce let the corners of his mouth curl upwards and he scanned the floor again; his eyes caught the sight of a waitress who was in a rather uncomfortable position. His jaw clenched and he handed his glass to Dick, who stared at him.
“Where are you going Bruce?” He nodded at the older man whose hand was curling around her leg.
“I’m about to go hand him his ass.” The others watched as Bruce stepped closer, and just as he reached them, a woman brushed by him, letting out a quiet, ‘excuse me’. She shifted quickly, one hand grabbing the mans, the other hand grabbing the back of his head; he let out a yelp of pain when she slammed him down on the bar and leaned into his ear.
“Did you know that what you’re doing is a Class A misdemeanor?” She paused and twisted his arm. “The penalties for that can be up to five grand and a year in jail.” He squirmed and she twisted more until he stopped moving; she glanced at the waitress. “But I’m willing to let this young woman decide your fate.” She nodded to her. “Let him go…or call security?” The man started thrashing.
“Do you have any idea who I am?” She scoffed.
“I know you’re a sonovabitch who thinks its okay to put your hands up women’s skirts.”
Bruce Wayne x Reader One-Shot
Word Count: 1.1K Warnings: Angst
Author's Note: I saw a video of a young man at his wedding listening to the heart of his deceased brother still beating in the woman's chest who received it. This idea sprung from it. -Thorne
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She paced nervously on the front steps of Wayne Manor, heart leaping up and down her throat as she mentally repeated the conversation in her head. The documents in her purse felt like bricks and she hefted the bag higher onto her shoulder, swallowing her anxiety as the lock flicked and the door opened, revealing an older man, probably late fifties early sixties.
Smiling anxiously, she greeted, “Good morning, sir. How are you doing today?”
He returned her smile with a polite one of his own. “I am doing well this morning, thank you. And you?”
A Bruce Wayne x Reader One-Shot
Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Explicit Language (I think? I don't fuckin' remember.)
Author's Note: The only cringe I got from this story was the title. It's so fucking cheesy bruh. Enjoy! -Thorne
Bruce was a mystery to her. The longer she dated him, the more she realized the image he projected was a cover, hiding the real man underneath. One time they’d gone on a date to the new escape rooms that had been built in Gotham, and the entire time they’d been inside, she could tell the person she’d gone in with, was not the same person locked in with her. His eyes had narrowed as he scanned the room, sometimes lingering on certain items placed around. She watched him for a moment, then his eyes met hers, and he immediately grinned, eyes losing their hardness, taking on a mirthful appearance. “Find anything to start with?” he’d asked her, then followed up with, “I don’t even know where to start.” She might’ve fallen off the back of a wagon, but it sure as hell wasn’t last night.
She handed him a slip of paper, observing how his mood shifted once more, turning solemn as he read it. It baffled her to no end, wondering why someone like him would become so serious and concerned at times. The image he projected to Gotham was the model of billionaire-playboy, something that he played well; other times he acted goofy, giving Gotham the loveable-goober, they exasperatedly appreciated. But what got to her the most, was how solemn he would become. It would happen at random times, and though she would never admit it, it took her a God awful, embarrassingly long amount of time to realize it occurred when police sirens would sound.
Batsis x Kyle Rayner One-Shot
Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst,
Author's Note: If you cry while writing, it means you're doing it right...right? -Thorne
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“Do we have to get out of bed today?” he groaned, silencing the alarm that had been snoozed at least three times before. “I don’t wanna get out of bed today.”
She snorted at him, rolling rather slowly to face his bedside. “I don’t think we have to.” She said. “We’re old. We can do whatever we want.”
He thought for a moment, old eyes trying to focus on the woman beside him; but without his glasses he couldn’t see a damn thing. “Breakfast at Pop’s?”
“That sounds wonderful,” she replied, rising from the bed. “I’m showering first.”
“Oh no you don’t!” he retorted, trying to hurry after her and she laughed, pushing him back onto the bed.
“Stop that, Kyle, before you pop your hip outta place again.”
summary: while in custody at the TVA, loki realizes what he misses from the future, only to be surprised by what he gets in the present
word count: 2100+
warnings: a little angsty, a little emotional, mention of loki’s death, episode 1 spoilers
Today was certainly not Loki’s day.
Over the course of a few hours (or more, or less, this is the TVA, afterall) he had been in the custody of the Avengers, had happened upon the Tesseract and escaped from New York. It seemed too good to be true, and it was. Just when he thought he had truly outsmarted the Earthly heroes again, he was imprisoned and taken again.
Now here he was, under the supervision of the Time Variance Authority and one, Mobius, a bizarre administrator in charge of tracking down the most dangerous of variants. It all seemed like madness to Loki. He was used to silly games and grandiose tricks but this story of timelines and space lizards seemed beyond even his own trickery. It seemed downright absurd. And annoying.
He had been subject to what he would call an interrogation. Mobius, however, called it a simple conversation. A slideshow of his life, his “greatest hits” as Mobius had called it and a relentless fire of questions, the memory of which continued to burn in his memory:
Should you return, what are you going to do?
King of Midgard? Then what, happily ever after?
King of Space?
Why does someone with so much capability just want to rule?
Do you enjoy hurting people?
summary: while in custody at the TVA, loki realizes what he misses from the future, only to be surprised by what he gets in the present
word count: 2100+
warnings: a little angsty, a little emotional, mention of loki’s death, episode 1 spoilers
Today was certainly not Loki’s day.
Over the course of a few hours (or more, or less, this is the TVA, afterall) he had been in the custody of the Avengers, had happened upon the Tesseract and escaped from New York. It seemed too good to be true, and it was. Just when he thought he had truly outsmarted the Earthly heroes again, he was imprisoned and taken again.
Now here he was, under the supervision of the Time Variance Authority and one, Mobius, a bizarre administrator in charge of tracking down the most dangerous of variants. It all seemed like madness to Loki. He was used to silly games and grandiose tricks but this story of timelines and space lizards seemed beyond even his own trickery. It seemed downright absurd. And annoying.
He had been subject to what he would call an interrogation. Mobius, however, called it a simple conversation. A slideshow of his life, his “greatest hits” as Mobius had called it and a relentless fire of questions, the memory of which continued to burn in his memory:
Should you return, what are you going to do?
King of Midgard? Then what, happily ever after?
King of Space?
Why does someone with so much capability just want to rule?
Do you enjoy hurting people?
Paring: Avengers Cast (Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Scarlett Johanson) x Reader
Summary: Part of the Civil War cast throw a 21st birthday party for you
Warning: drinking, swearing, hints of anxiety, drunk reader, WE GET SAD
A/N: Flufftober Day 4, this was fun
“SURPRISE!!!”
“You have got to be kidding me”
Summary: Bucky is drunk and absolutely giddy with affection and you don’t know whether to thank or kill Thor
Words: 1731
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Alcohol
A/N: I’m super drowsy off of cold medicine and I can’t edit this properly so if this doesn’t make sense then I blame the medicine sdsdflkfjsdf Also, I posted my taglist in my bio so if you would like to add yourself you’re free to do so! Feedback is appreciated!
The pitch-black midnight sky was scattered with trillions of stars, guiding you back home to the compound. Checking the gauges, you read the altitudes before setting the quinjet on autopilot, letting your mind clear up like the clouds that were dissipating in the high altitudes.
You swiveled around in the driver’s seat a bit too quickly, wincing and feeling a twinge in your side as your eyes met a yawning Clint who was cleaning and adjusting his bow.
“You alright? You body slammed that brute pretty hard.” Clint asked while placing his feet on the dash.
It was a smaller mission than usual that only required the three of you to take on. Fury got intel on a hideout that was being occupied by a tiny mob of HYDRA agents, which you thought was going to be a piece of cake. But it turns out that HYDRA’s front line consisted of monstrous guards that had to be taken out first.
“I’m fine,” You waved it off, “Probably just need to stretch it out.”
“Ask Barnes to massage it!” Natasha snarked in the back of the jet while reloading her pistols.
You chuckled as you leaned back in your seat, “He does give great massages. That metal arm of his sure does wonders.”
Clint burst out laughing, almost dropping his bow, “I wonder what else that metal arm does besides massaging-“
