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Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes Fic Masterlist

Here’s a list of fics written by me about Sam and Bucky. This includes fics where they’re solo and gen. 

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april fic recs!

soooo it’s accidentally been many months since my last rec list… i just. didn’t read much for a good while because of ~life~ BUT here i am back on my bs so lets just get into it i guess :D

Distracted by a Dime by  happyaspie by @yes-i-am-happyaspie

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Peter Parker thinks he has everything figured out. Where he can eat, sleep and make a little bit of money. What he needs to do in order to continue attending Midtown High and being Queen’s friendly neighborhood Spider-man. How to keep his entire situation under wraps and most importantly, who he can trust.

Then, along comes Tony Stark with an offer he can’t refuse. The plan is to remain professional, to not get too close to the Stark-Rogers’ family. Not getting comfortable means not slipping up and saying anything that he can’t take back.

…but for Peter- things rarely go as planned…

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yall, i’m a sucker for a homeless peter fic and this one DOES NOT disappoint! i freaking love it! ned is the awesomest of awesome bros, tony and steve are adorable, and of course tony and peter are absolutely everything. the characterisations are on point, its great writing, 10/10 would recommend again

5 Times Tony Seemingly BSed His Way Through a Mission + the 1 Time We See His Skill by  the_fifth_marauder101 by @the-aven-gen-z-ers

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Tony Stark is a peculiar spy for a number of reasons. On one hand, he overshares like hell, but on the other, he also has THE shittiest memory.

It’s really a lose/lose scenario for everyone involved.

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okay this fic is hilarious and absolutely cracks me up every time. the writing is just so free? i guess that’s the best way to describe it, and it honestly couldn’t be better. add that to an interesting plot and i’m hooked

A Peter Parker Problem by @spagbol99

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Peter Parker was back from the dead. At least that is what everybody told him. He’d been snapped out of existence until some sort of time travel and an active death wish by his mentor had saved him and the universe. Just your average sort of life for a 16 year old from Queens.

Peter comes back to find May has a husband and a kid. A new family he has to fit into. But he has done it before, he can do it again.

The only thing that feels solid is Tony: the Blip and fatherhood have mellowed him and Peter loves the bond they have now. He knows Tony would be there for him through anything. But Tony needs to focus on his own recovery - not small time Peter Parker problems. When things at home take a turn for the worse, Peter decides that he’ll handle it himself. He is Spider-man. He’s been to space and fought aliens. He can get through anything. After all, if May is happy, he is happy, right? Right?

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this fic is EVERYTHING! so much angst but it’s all balanced out with the perfect amount of fluff throughout. i love it so much! peter and tony’s relationship is amazingly done, as well as his relationships with may and the other avengers. i just. love it so freaking much and can’t recommend it enough

If They Knew All About You by @mshermia

so ive recced this one before but i finally caught up and it somehow got even better than before so go check it out!

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Between (Fred Weasley x Slytherin Reader) - Part 2

PART 1 

Synopsis: Y/N Y/L/N never quite understood why all these things always happen to her. Nobody understood why she was put in Slytherin. But in her fifth year at Hogwarts, many things were cleared up. Your parents, your friends and also, that one should not be named, all these things explained the why. Her blood was stained, but she could not disagree more with the philosophies that made it like this. Between blood and love. Y/N had to make a choice.

Warnings: angsty; flirty.

Reader: Female

Words Count: 2.6k

Author’s Notes: I’m sorry for taking so long to post this chapter, now I promise I’ll try to post a new one every Wednesday. And of course, if you want to be taged in the next chapter, just reblog this! Also, get a little inspiration from The Riot by @ickle-ronniekins​, a amazing imagine from a amazing writer.

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There’s something on the corner of my eye

 I’ll just start with that. When I walk, when I drive, or sometimes when I’m out with friends, I see it.

It began two years ago, while I was driving. I had just met with a friend and was replaying the argument in my head with all the things I wish I’d said when suddenly a dark silhouette appeared in my passenger seat while I was looking at the road. I quick turned to the side to look only to realize there was no one there. Luckily there was little traffic, otherwise an accident might have happened. I was left feeling a bit unnerved, however that is not a difficult thing to accomplish due to my paranoid personality and told myself it was a dark street and the streetlights were playing tricks on me.

From that day on, it happened more frequently.

At first, I blamed the lighting, eventually realizing it would happen in broad daylight. After seeing it while working on my desk I thought it might be furniture or just stuff around me that I hadn’t paid attention to and my mind was trying to fill in the blanks, so I cleaned up the space around me, yet I  would occasionally still notice it even without anything there.

Then I thought of my eyesight: it might be a dark spot in my vision. I read on floaters and went to a doctor who after a very expensive talk, looked at my eyes at my insistence only to conclude there was nothing wrong, “If there was a problem, it would not come and go, it would be there constantly”.

As I walked out incredibly frustrated, I stopped in a shock, it was there again. I’m ashamed to say it took me longer than I would have expected to realize that every single time I’d seen it I’d been upset at someone. I turned back in immediately, and told the doctor that, maybe it was related to blood rushing when I was angry? Could it be my heart? or my brain?

Keep in mind I am not a doctor, I barely even passed biology and science classes in high school, so those explanations I was making up made sense to me. The doctor certainly did not consider that, I know it was not personal and that he was busy, but I was scared; I needed to understand. In an insultingly condescending tone, he denied my explanations and told me, he didn’t suggest, he TOLD ME to see a psychiatrist. I should not have punched him, I know that, I had been considering it in fact; yet when he said it with that mocking grin in his face I found it impossible to control myself and before I knew it I was being kicked out of his office  and my fist was aching.

I sat in my car and wept in frustration, at him, at myself, and this damn silhouette which sat there, in my passenger seat, clear enough that I could sense It, and yet still unfocused enough as to not be able to fool myself into thinking It was a physical being next to me keeping me company.

I did not go to a psychiatrist. I knew going meant I might be diagnosed with something or require treatment, medicine and sessions which I would have to keep at uninterrupted; and I could not afford it. I had no medical insurance, and my job was not always stable.

I started meditating, trying breathing exercises and even real exercise. If this thing appeared when I was upset, I had to remain calm.  Whenever I failed It would be there, I had come to notice that the familiar navy-blue hue to It would change depending on the lighting, like a solid object would. I had also noticed that since the incident at the doctor’s office whenever It appeared now, It was closer to my body, and would stay for longer.

It never talks, never moves, never does anything, It just hovers there. My temper has gotten worse though. I’ve become more irritable, exploding in anger more often than I did before, and every time I do the silhouette gets closer, clearer, and still without any defining features for me to call It a person.  

Sometimes It’s there before I even get angry, when I’m having fun, when I’m calm. I will feel it before I see It, like the room I’m in just had the air sucked out of it; my good mood never lasts much longer after It appears and not long after I’ll lose it.  Often, I’m left wondering: does It appear because I get upset or I get upset because It appears.

I was never a violent person, never been someone who would lose their temper, but now I can see the fear in my friend’s eyes whenever my voice gets higher. Things have been getting lonelier, they’ve stopped talking to me, stopped calling me as much. I can’t really say I blame them; would you like to be around someone who will suddenly start yelling at you out of nowhere? Lately this…. Thing, has become my only companion, sometimes I’ll tell It about my day, others I’ll cry for It to leave me alone.

I haven’t told anyone else about It, maybe I should but I don’t want them to worry or worse, to look at me with pity. It’s not just because of my pride, it really is for their own good.

You see, I haven’t been sleeping much since I woke up from a nightmare a few days ago and It was there, closer than It’s ever been. You know that feeling when someone is next to you almost touching but not quite? When you can still physically feel them there, almost brushing against you? You probably wouldn’t be able to sleep either if you felt that every single moment.

I’m so tired.

So tired that I’m starting to blackout. Yesterday I woke up from a black out see my  fist bloody, reaching for the door while holding a sharp piece of broken glass in my other hand. I could see my neighbor walking on the street and suddenly I was filled with a senseless rage against him.

Like I said, I’m not a violent person, but at that moment I knew I was about to become one towards some guy I don’t even know. I can’t be around my friends, around the people I care about, around anyone. I can’t have them worry or feel pity, because It is so close to me right now  that I know I’m not going to wake up the next time with just my own blood on my hands. Whatever It is, It is angry, and when It finally grabs me, It will not let go.

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