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June Prompts 🌼

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

fairytale

garden hose

fruit stand

radio

block party

tattoo

ice cream

postcard

festival

skating

barefoot

night walks

pride

fries

stream

flower crown

outdoors

cocktail umbrellas

playing cards

sailboat

karaoke

dandelions

buttons

pearls

midsummer

universe

neon sign

dragonfly

birch tree

peaches

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To be known, To be needed - Chapter 3

Tags/TW: 

Enemies to Lovers, Graphic Violence, Medical Trauma, Chronic Illness / Chronic Pain, Serum Experimentation, Temporary Blindness, Mental Health Themes, Panic Attack / Anxiety Attack, Discussion of Identity Loss, Discussion of Self-Worth / Depressive Thoughts, Mild Language / Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence 

Author's Note:

I am SO sorry for not posting the next chapter! I've been very busy with my summer internship (I am a student after all). Also thank you so much for all the love on both AO3 and on here for this fic in general <3 This chapter is a shorter one, again; apologies!

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Chapter 3: Catalyst

The subterranean lab was hidden beneath the crumbling remains of a HYDRA outpost in Eastern Europe. Long forgotten by the world- but not by Dr. Adrienne Kravik. 

Rows of flickering monitors lined the walls, showing feeds from multiple surveillance channels, One, in particular, played on loop: the moment the serum took hold in Agent Y/N. Neural spikes, optic nerve reactivation, cellular regeneration-all recorded in real-time.

“She could have died,” said Marcus Vex, as he leaned against the console. “The dosage was unstable. We had no guarantees.” 

“She didn’t die,” Kravik snapped, her sharp eyes never leaving the screen. “She adapted. Just like I theorized. This proved it worked.” 

He crossed his arms. “She’s in hiding. Most likely with Barnes. We lost visuals after the extraction.” Kravik turned slowly, the smile that spread across her lips devoid of warmth. “The Winter Soldier,” She said, more to herself than anyone else. “Fitting. He knows what it’s like to be repurposed.” Kravik turned back to the monitor where the video was on loop “We didn’t lose her. She’s most definitely alive, and that means she’ll suffer. The serum is a living fire- burning through every nerve, pushing her body to extremes.” 

“But the chronic pain-”

“A mere side effect.”

“And when the body breaks?” Marcus hesitated

“Then we rebuild it.” She said, voice lowering. “You don’t understand, Marcus. Agent Y/N isn’t just a proof of concept - she’s the template. Everything we need to perfect the next phase.” 

He shifted uncomfortably. “We don’t even know how long the regenerative effects last.”

“That’s why we need her back,” Kravik hissed. “Alive. Study her. Dissect her, if we must.”

She reached into her coat and pulled out a vial-a faint orange glow within, still warm.

“This, my friend, is evolution. But only if we control it. Without her, it’s wasted.” 

“And if Barnes gets in the way?” Marcus asked. 

Kravik smiled like a wolf.

“We bury him.”

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Romantic One-Liners Part III

"Every time I look at you, I fall in love all over again."

"You're the reason I smile when there's nothing else to smile about."

"I don't need a perfect moment, I just need you."

"No matter where life takes us, my heart will always belong to you."

"When I'm with you, the world just fades away."

"I never believed in destiny until I met you."

"You are my once in a lifetime."

"If you give me your hand, I may never give it back."

"There are no words to describe how much I love you, but I’ll spend my life trying."

"I don’t need a reason to love you. You're enough."

"You're the spark that lights up my world."

"I used to think I knew what love was, but then you showed me."

"Our time together is so special to me."

"Every time I think I can't love you more, you prove me wrong."

"I would choose you in every lifetime, in every universe."

More: One-Liners Masterpost

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To Be known. To Be Needed - Chap. 2

Summary:

Y/N wakes up in Avengers Tower, adjusting to her new reality. Bruce Banner tries to help, but there's no cure — yet. Bucky hasn't left her side, but Y/N is too proud to admit she needs him. Meanwhile, the team learns the villain is searching for her — the only known success of the serum. Her pain may be the key to something far worse.

Tags/TW: 

Enemies to Lovers, Graphic Violence, Medical Trauma, Chronic Illness / Chronic Pain, Serum Experimentation, Temporary Blindness, Mental Health Themes, Panic Attack / Anxiety Attack, Discussion of Identity Loss, Discussion of Self-Worth / Depressive Thoughts, Mild Language / Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence 

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Chapter 2: The Fallout

The sterile beeping of the heart monitor pulled Y/N from the fog of unconsciousness. As she blinked against the dim light, the world slightly blurry but - thankfully - visible. The shapes around her began to warp and become sharpened slowly: white sheets, soft lighting, and the sleek lines of Avenger’s Tower’s medical wing. Y/n slowly turned her head, her muscles screaming and tight after God knows how long she’s been out for. Beside her, slouched in an uncomfortable-looking chair, was Bucky himself. His metal arm rested across his chest, the other cradling a thin looking blanket. He was asleep, but barely - as years of conditioning proved well as he stirred the moment Y/N did. 

“Hey,” she rasped, her throat as dry as sandpaper. 

Bucky was by her side within a second, brow furrowing with concern. “You’re awake.” Before she could respond, another familiar voice chimed in. “That’s good news,” said Dr. Bruce Banner, stepping into view with a datapad in hand as he looked through data. “How are you feeling?” 

Y/N paused, scanning her body. “It..It feels like I got steamrolled. Twice.” 

Bruce offered a sympathetic smile. “That makes sense, Your body’s been through a lot. The serum you were injected with wasn’t just a neurotoxin. It had regenerative properties, experimental.”

 “But my vision-” she started. “Returning gradually,” He confirmed. “We ran scans and took a blood sample just to be sure. This compound stimulated neural repair - rapidly. That part’s promising.”  

Bucky, upon hearing Banner’s hesitation, sat up straighter. “But?” 

Banner glanced at Bucky, then back to Y/N. “But” he stressed, “we’re seeing something else. Nerve irregularities. Widespread hypersensitivity.” 

Y/N eye’s went wide, her heart sank “Meaning?” 

“Meaning that although your vision is coming back, your body is inconstant pain. Muscle stiffness, fatigue, sensitivity to touch. We’re still analyzing, but I hope to figure out what it is soon-”

“But I can still fight right?” Y/N said softly.

The silence that followed said everything. 

“We’re not sure yet Y/N, what’s important is that for now you rest, as we don’t know what this entails.” Banner said firmly, looking up from the datapad. 

Banner spoke softly. “You’re alive. That’s what matters right now Y/N” 

Y/N looked at him sharply. “Don’t do that.” 

“Do what?” 

“Say things like that. Like you actually care.” 

Bucky didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied her - the defiance in her jaw, yet there was the vulnerability in her eyes, the weight she tried to carry alone. Finally, he said quietly, “Maybe I do.” The silence stretched between the three of them. Not awkward or angry. Just charged. 

Before anyone could say anything the datapad beeped sharply. Banner turned around, tapping the screen before sighing and facing Y/N and Bucky once again. “There’s more.” Y/N arched a brow. “Don’t tell me I��m gonna start glowing now.” A slight chuckle from Banner was heard before he offered a thin smile. “Not quite. But the results of your blood work just came back; the serum is lingering in your system, it’s still active. Stable - but potent. And… unique.” Her stomach sank. “Meaning what, exactly?” 

Bucky exchanged a glance with Banner before speaking. “It means the person who made this wasn’t trying to kill you. They were testing it.” 

Y/N froze. “So I was just the lab rat?” 

“I’m saying whoever created it didn’t just want to restore your sight. They wanted to see what your body could handle. And now that it worked…” 

“They’ll want me back, perfect.” She finished coldly. 

Banner chimed in “Nat is already looking into it, but we suspect it's HYDRA remnants. Mercenary brokers. And they’re looking for you.” 

A beat passed as the weight of it settled. “So not only am I benched,” Y/N said bitterly, “but now I’ve got a target on my back, and no way to defend myself because we have no idea what this serum can do to me.” Banner hesitated. “Unfortunately until we find a way to reverse or regulate the symptoms, yes. You’re temporarily off active duty.” 

Temporarily. The word rang hollow. 

“I’ll keep working on it,” he added quickly. “This serum’s unlike anything I’ve seen. If we can decode it, we may be able to-” 

All Y/N heard was useless.

Before Banner could finish, She swung her legs off the cot, flinching at the jolt of pain. Bucky was instantly on his feet, ready to brace her but Y/N brushed him off, She didn’t even look at him. “I hate this,” she muttered.

“I know.” Bucky responded.

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¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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How it feel to finally accept and embrace the cringe of reading x reader fics

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Ao3 does not need an algorithm, you're just lazy

Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE

Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted

Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative

Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying

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To Be known. To Be Needed

Summary:

Y/N was supposed to be the best. Sharp, deadly, unstoppable — until a mission went wrong, a serum changed everything, and her body became her greatest betrayal.

Bucky Barnes wasn’t supposed to care. He didn’t trust easily — especially not someone he once called an enemy. But something about Y/N, wounded and furious and so damn stubborn, won’t let him walk away.

Forced into hiding together after the mission falls apart, what begins as tense silence slowly shifts into something neither of them expected: trust. Comfort. Maybe even peace.

But healing comes at a price, and when the past comes clawing back with blood and fire, they’ll have to fight for more than survival — they’ll have to fight for each other.

Tags/TW: 

Enemies to Lovers, Graphic Violence, Medical Trauma, Chronic Illness / Chronic Pain, Serum Experimentation, Temporary Blindness, Mental Health Themes, Panic Attack / Anxiety Attack, Discussion of Identity Loss, Discussion of Self-Worth / Depressive Thoughts, Mild Language / Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence 

Authors Note:

Hello everyone!

This is my FIRST multi chapter fanfic! I'm so excited and I hope you all like it. (AKA: My chronic pain was being SO bad to the point I needed to make myself happy)

A huge thank you to my best friend @zero00kiryu00 for supporting me throughout my writing journey. Without you I wouldn't be as brave to write. (Please go check our their work! <3)

Playlist for this work can be found here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/148LgibEoFUeT6Hvs1JjUp?si=ad7abf4c31b045bb

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65739508/chapters/169297000

As always; If I miss any tags or if there's any errors please let me know! (I'm truly just a little guy)

Chapter Two

Chapter One: War

The night hung heavy with tension as explosions punctuated the air, a somber symphony of war echoing through the battlefield. Bucky Barnes, the elusive Winter Soldier, moved with ghostly grace through the shadows, his eyes sharp and senses heightened. His steps were silent, each movement calculated as he navigated the chaos with an eerie calm.

On the other end of the spectrum was Y/N, a skilled agent with a fire that clashed with Bucky's stoic demeanor. Their interactions were a constant clash of wills, the animosity between them palpable in the charged atmosphere. As Bucky silently moved through the chaos, Y/N, determined to prove themselves, followed closely behind, their steps more erratic, filled with a raw determination that bordered on recklessness.

The mission was a high-stakes extraction in a war-torn city, a hotbed of conflict between rival factions. A high-profile target, a political figure with valuable intel, was trapped in the heart of the chaos. The team, consisting of Bucky, Y/N, and other skilled operatives, was tasked with infiltrating the heavily guarded compound, extracting the target, and making a swift exit.

The plan was intricate, relying on each member's unique skills. Bucky, with his enhanced strength and stealth, was designated for covert recon and eliminating potential threats. Y/N, known for their agility and sharpshooting, was tasked with providing cover and securing a safe escape route. The tension among the team was palpable as they moved through the war-torn streets, each step a potential trigger for violence.  Bucky's voice cut through the tense air, sharp and authoritative. "Stay close, Y/N. We need to adapt to the situation."

Y/N gritted their teeth, pain evident in their strained voice. "I'm not slowing down, Barnes. I can still handle myself."

Bucky's metal arm shot out, blocking Y/N's path. "Handle yourself? You can barely walk through the woods without stepping on a branch. You'll get us killed.``

A bitter laugh escaped Y/N's lips. "Coming from the guy with a metal arm and a penchant for playing lone wolf. I'm not backing down now."

The team's leader, a grizzled veteran named Rodriguez, intervened. "Enough. We've got a job to do, and bickering won't get us out of here. Barnes, cover Y/N. Y/N, trust Barnes's lead."

Bucky's gaze lingered on Y/N for a moment, a flicker of concern beneath his stoic exterior. "Stay close, and follow my lead."

Y/N clenched their jaw but nodded, acknowledging the unspoken agreement. As they moved through the war-torn streets, the chaos intensified. Bucky scanned the area, his heightened senses on high alert.

A distant explosion echoed, and Y/N stumbled, disoriented. Bucky's firm grip steadied them. "Keep it together, Y/N. We're almost there."

Y/N's frustration boiled over. "I don't need your help, Barnes. I can—"

Bucky cut them off with a sharp whisper. "Save it. We're not alone."

A group of armed mercenaries emerged from the shadows, weapons trained on the team. Bucky's hand instinctively reached for his sidearm, and Y/N fumbled for their own, hands shaking.

Rodriguez's voice echoed through the chaos. "Hold your fire! We're here for the extraction. We can negotiate."

The tension hung thick as the two groups faced off. Bucky exchanged a glance with Y/N, a silent understanding passing between them. The dynamic had shifted – it was no longer just about the mission; it was about survival in a city consumed by conflict.

The skirmish erupted with gunfire and chaos as the opposing forces clashed in the dimly lit streets. Bucky's metal arm swung with lethal precision, dispatching enemies with calculated brutality. Y/N, fought with a tenacity that could only be proven by years of service. Bullets whizzed past, and explosions reverberated through the air.

Y/N fired their gun, dodging bullets at will. A sudden impact slammed into their side, and a searing pain radiated through their abdomen. They stumbled, disoriented, as they looked at their abdomen, a small syringe logged inside, Y/N swiftly took it out before the enemy closed in. Bucky, sensing the danger, swiftly dispatched the immediate threats.

"Y/N!" he called out, but his voice was drowned out by the chaos.

Desperation fueled Y/N's movements. They fought on, gritting their teeth against the pain. The world around them blurred, shadows dancing in an ominous ballet. Another explosion rocked the area, disorienting Y/N even further. Panic set in as darkness enveloped Y/N's vision. They staggered, hands reaching out blindly to find something, anything, for support. Bucky, sensing the shift, abandoned his relentless assault on the enemy and swiftly made his way to Y/N's side.

"Y/N, can you hear me?" Bucky's voice was urgent, a rare note of concern cutting through his usual stoicism.

"I can't see, Barnes," Y/N admitted, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Bucky's gaze tightened, his expression hidden beneath the shadows of his hair. "We need to get out of here. Can you walk?"

Y/N nodded, though uncertainty clouded their features. Bucky guided them through the chaotic battleground, his metal arm offering a steady anchor for Y/N to lean on. The sounds of gunfire and explosions echoed around them, a grim symphony of war.

As they navigated the war-torn streets, Y/N's other senses heightened, compensating for the loss of vision. The team's leader, Rodriguez, radioed in, "Extraction point is compromised. Head for the secondary rendezvous."

Bucky adjusted his grip on Y/N. "We're changing the plan. Stick close, and trust me."

Y/N swore under their breath, vulnerable and blinded, she had no choice but to rely on Bucky's guidance. In the shadows of the conflict, the Winter Soldier and the wounded agent moved as one, a testament to the unspoken trust forged in the crucible of battle.

As the dust settled and the team regrouped, the realization struck - their mission had just become exponentially more challenging, and the once turbulent dynamic between Bucky and Y/N took an unexpected turn into uncharted territory. Now, in the shadows of a city torn apart by conflict, the Winter Soldier and the blinded agent faced a mission that would not only test their abilities but also force them to confront the vulnerabilities that lingered beneath the surface.

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" “She’s in hiding. Most likely with Barnes. We lost visuals after the extraction.” Kravik turned slowly, the smile that spread across her lips devoid of warmth. “The Winter Soldier,” She said, more to herself than anyone else. “Fitting. He knows what it’s like to be repurposed.” " - Bucky Barns X Reader (WIP)

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Master List

MHA:

Don't Give In- Bakugo x Reader (NSFW)

Criminal Minds:

The Costume Contest - Spencer Reid x Reader (Friends to Lovers, Fluff)

Work in Progress:

Bucky Barnes X Fem!Agent! Reader

Gale (BG3) X Fem!Reader

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I wish all my writers a happy new year. May all your stories finally be written, sentences be completed, emotions be evoked with beautifully crafted words, readers be moved to tears, the urge to create be satisfied.

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You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

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@zero00kiryu00 u when you post ur fics once a year

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I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -

I am fine with "the audience" -

downloading my fics

printing my fics

copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics

sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3

making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss

doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc

I am not fine with "the audience"

doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity

feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever

Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.

Enjoy the fandom things.

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I’m thinking of writing a super fluffy nsfw fic

Idk about who or what but we will figure it out!