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Um, Help? Grizz X Sam Imagine/Blurb

Prompt: Grizz helps to teach Sam how to Ice skate. Sam isn’t very good, but doesn’t mind because he gets to be close to Grizz as he tries to learn this new skill.

Word Count: 1,306

Warnings: none :) ( it is a male X male story and if you don’t like that, then don’t read it!)

A/N: Sorry this isn’t marvel content!! This was highly requested after my last post about Grizz knowing how to ice skate, so I figured I’d give it a shot. I’ve never written for canonly gay characters before, so I hope you enjoy and please don’t be afraid to let me know how I did. Thank you guys so much for reading!!

“Come on, I”ll catch you, I promise,” Grizz beckoned, skating backwards a few feet away from Sam, holding his hands out encouragingly. Sam sighed and tried to rise up out of his squatting position, but with his center of gravity now significantly higher, keeping the skates under him was much more difficult. He lost his balance and crashed to the ice with a loud thud. Grizz shuddered and skated over to him, wrapping his arms around Sam’s waist and hauling him up to a standing position.

“I can’t do this anymore, I’m cold and tired. Can we please just go home and make cocoa and snuggle on the couch?” Sam asked, using his hands to sign the pieces of his request he could not say. Grizz had a hard time understanding him under all his hockey gear. Sam’s quiet words were lost to the grate of the helmet, and his usually quick signing was slow and jumbled thanks to the bulky gloves he was wearing.

Sam hadn’t wanted to wear this stupid stuff in the first place, but Grizz, ever sensible, felt it would be safer if Sam wore some padding during his skating lesson. He claimed that the ice was ‘hard’ and Sam could get ‘hurt’. Sam knew that was a load of bullshit, and that Grizz really just wanted to see Sam wearing his jersey. He just wanted to see his last name written in big bold red letters all the way across Sam’s back.

“Not quite Sam, you’re so close, c’mon, I know you can do it,” Grizz encouraged, ignoring Sam’s plea and holding his hand to skate back slowly, pulling Sam along.

“See? You got it, now I’m gonna let go, and you’re gonna push off with your left foot and glide forward, staying steady and strong on that right foot, Ok?” Grizz asked. ‘God, he was so cute when he tried to teach me stuff’  Sam thought, temporarily distracting himself from the task at hand. He tore himself out of the daydream and nodded. Grizz let go of his gloved hands and skated backwards once more, this time adding flourishes, and figure eighting in loops around Sam as he slowly inched forward on shaky skates. “C’mon, you could at least pretend you’re not amazing at this,” Sam remarked, slipping slightly and running in place on the ice. Grizz could not contain his giggle.

“Oh stop it, I’ve just been playing hockey since I was young, it was another thing my mom made me do, she made sure I was good at it,” Grizz chuckled in response, coming behind Sam to wrap his arms around his waist and guide him in a wide arc around the frozen pond. Sam smiled as Grizz came to a slow stop and spun him around gently so they were face to face. Their breath puffed out in small white tendrils, mingling between the two of them in small clouds of mist. Sam looked up at Grizz, still unsteady on his skates and leaning heavily on him for stability. Grizz didn’t mind, it was cold out there, and the bulky gear he made Sam wear was a nice weight against his own body. Sam craned his neck up towards Grizz, and closed his eyes, preparing for his lips to meet Grizz’s.

He was stopped short as his lips met not the warm soft skin he was expecting, but rather a cold, wet, gloved finger. Sam snapped open his eyes to find Grizz had put his finger in the place of his lips. Sam frowned.

“No result, no reward,” Grizz stated, shrugging and skating briskly away from Sam. Sam grinned, his lips pulling up into a smirk.

“You’re such a tease,” he remarked as he propelled himself forward on the ice, a smile stretching nearly from ear to ear as he gracefully glided toward Grizz. Grizz smiled back, “you’re doing it, I can’t believe you’re doing it… ok now slow down, slow down, STOP... SHIT.” Before Grizz could finish his sentence Sam collided with him. They both went down into the ice with a loud grunt.

Sam landed first, and Grizz’s bulky frame came next, effectively squishing Sam between the ice and the broad shouldered boy. Grizz tried to get up, but his skates lost traction on the slick patch of ice, and he once again came crashing down on Sam. Grizz could feel Sam breathing quickly under his padded jersey.

“Shit, Sam, are you ok?” Grizz asked, using his arms to push his torso off Sam so at least all of his weight wasn’t on Sam. The only response was the rapid rising and falling of Sam’s chest.

“Sam, say something, are you ok?” Grizz asked again, this time unable to mask the worry building in his voice. Still no response.

“Oh God.”

Grizz pulled his mask of Sam hastily, hoping to god he wasn’t hurt.

A wide toothy grin, and round alert eyes were what Grizz found waiting for him under the helmet. Sam was laughing. Laughing so hard he couldn't form words. Grizz sighed with relief and sat back on his heels so he was straddling Sam’s waist. Sam continued giggling, still unable to speak, but also becoming very aware of Grizz’s hips pressing into his.

“Goddammit, you scared me,” Grizz chastised, unable to suppress the smile tugging his mouth upwards. Sam finally caught his breath and smiled back, using his gloved hands to sign at Grizz.

“You know I can’t understand you when you sign at me rapid speed while wearing some of the bulkiest gloves in the whole world,” Grizz responded. Sam rolled his eyes and used his voice instead.

“You’re very cute when your worried,” he complimented. Grizz chuckled.

“Yeah, well you’re very cute in my jersey,” Grizz retorted, and he couldn’t tell if it was the windburn or a blush that tinted Sam’s cheeks pink.

“Alright, let’s get up, you earned some cocoa and cuddles,” Grizz decided, beginning to get up. But before he could get all the way up Sam sat up and grabbed the collar of this thick coat and pressed his lips hastily to Grizz’s.

Grizz’s eyes opened wide in surprise, but soon closed, as he sank into Sam, letting his bodyweight come flush against Sam. Grizz’s hands crept up Sam’s face, cupping his cheek and running a finger down his jawline, gently pushing his face so he could deepen the kiss. Sam’s gloved hand met Grizz’s waist, pulling him ever closer. Grizz’s hands moved up from Sam’s face and began tangling themselves in his tufted hair, still sticking up in wild tendrils from when Grizz had hastily pulled off his helmet. Sam finally pulled away, inhaling deeply and looking at Grizz; admiring is flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

“Wow,” Sam gasped, seemingly surprised at his sudden burst of affection.

“Right back at you,” Grizz whispered back, leaning down to brush his lips against Sam’s ever so slightly. Sam smiled and opened his mouth, but grizz moved up instead. Kissing first his nose, then his left cheek, and finally his forehead.

“Thanks for coming out here with me today, you were a really good sport,”

“Well I did have the best teacher, how could I complain,” Sam responded. Grizz hauled himself, followed shortly by Sam, up off the ice and began gliding toward the sowy bank on the other side of the pond.

It wasn’t until he was sat on the bank, unlacing his right skate when he heard Sam’s voice, the distance caught him by surprise. He looked up to see Sam still standing, or squatting rahter, in the middle of the pond. He hadn’t moved an inch since Grizz had pulled him up. Grizz sat there, debating whether to laugh or help him when Sam yelled again.

“Um, can I get a little help here?!”

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Grizz Plays Hockey???

So, Grizz has hockey sticks.... this implies that he can ice skate, and relatively well considering he has not one, but two sticks and they seem well used. So in summary I need a scene in season 2 where Grizz teaches Sam how to skate, and Grizz is all cocky and skating backwards all fast and such, while Sam is slipping and struggling. And AT THE END SAM FALLS AND ACCIDENTALLY TAKES GRIZZ DOWN WITH HIM AND THEY KISS ON THE ICE WITH SAM ON TOP OF GRIZZ. AND GRIZZ IS ALL WORRIED ABOUT SAM BEING HURT BUT SAM IS TOO DISTRACTED BY GRIZZ BEING ON TOP OF HIM TO DO ANYTHING BUT MAKE OUT. 

BONUS: If Grizz is wearing his old hockey gear for fun and when they fall Sam has to lift up Grizz’s helmet so they can kiss.

DOUBLE BONUS: if Grizz lets Sam wear his hockey gear so he wouldn’t get hurt and Grizz has to lift up the helmet to kiss Sam.

Ok, that’s all. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

P.S. I know this isn’t Marvel content, but I just finished The Society and these boys own my soul. So if anyone would be interested in me writing the idea mentioned above as a short imagine, please let me know and I will do so!! 

Also please don’t use above idea without giving me credit, thanks!!

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Babysitting- Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: You and Bucky are tasked with babysitting Morgan and things go a bit awry.

Word Count: 1,593

Warnings: none (:

CAUTION: CONTAINS ENDGAME SPOILERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: Hello everyone!! I know I have been gone a long time, but I am back and ready for action! And now especially since the spoiler ban for Endgame has been lifted, I have more prompts that I’m itching to write than ever. So of you guys have requests the box is always open, so go ahead and send those in, and I hope you guys are having a good week so far. XX

In the wake of Tony’s death Morgan was a constant. Someone who would always be around at meetings and other important events because her Mom refused to leave her with a sitter.she was always under the table or nicking pastries and sandwiches from the catering counter in the meeting room. But none of us minded, her mom wouldn’t leave her with a sitter. And this was for good reason, every time Pepper left Morgan for longer than 30 minutes she would inevitably scare the sitter off one way or another. Her most recent scheme; she stole some tech from Tony’s garage and ran around the forest with a repulsor on each hand, using old logs and the occasional boulder for target practice. She has also been known to employ Friday and use her to chase the sitter away….Ever since she had been regularly attending meetings, typically tasked with taking ‘diligent’ notes and making sure none of the breakfast pastries went to waste.

You had become accustomed to seeing her around, and she had become accustomed to using her plump cheeks and deep brown puppy dog eyes to win a spot on your lap at each meeting so she would be able to “listen better”, and the pastries her mom said she couldn’t have but you gave her anyway. It wasn’t long before Pepper picked up on this relationship and approached you one day after a particularly long meeting.

“Hey I know this is a lot to ask, and you can totally say no, there’s no pressure. But would you maybe watch Morgan tonight? I have a Gala to go to and they have a strict no kids policy, it’s a black tie event and I don’t have-

“Of course I will Pepper, it really wouldn’t be a problem,” you assured, looking down at Morgan who was busy reading a book about computer microchips, a stolen book from her Dad’s personal collection no doubt.

“That’s so great to hear, I will go down to the parking garage and grab her booster seat from the car, give me one sec and I’ll meet you on the street. Where did yo park?” Pepper asked.

“Oh you mean right now, yeah I- uh, I’m parked on the corner of Graham and Bellflower, by the coffee bistro,” you informed. Pepper nodded and let go of Morgan’s hand, causing the small child to look up from her book.

“You two are gonna hang out tonight together while Mommy attends a very important Gala, Ok?” Pepper cooed to Morgan. She nodded in agreement and smiled up at you, you smiled back.

Pepper handed you the booster seat and before you could even ask which way it was supposed to face, she was gone. You struggled with the seat for a solid 45 minutes, the small snide comments from Morgan were no help either. She finally caved and helped you install the damn thing, and you could tell your struggle slightly amused her. On the ride home she asked you about where you lived, you explained that you lived in a small apartment on the other side of town, and that you had a small chubby cat you affectionately named Gravy. She was very excited to meet Gravy.

Once you arrived home and unlocked the door Morgan made herself at home on the couch, right next to Gravy. She cooed at him and pulled his ears a little too hard, but he didn’t mind. As you were looking through the fridge for a suitable snack for Morgan, Bucky waltzed into the kitchen, clad in sweatpants and a tight t-shirt.

“You could at least look decent, Bucky, Tony Stark’s progeny is in our living room, and not gonna lie, she scares me,” you confessed. He looked at you from the counter, his face unamused.

“So that’s what all that squealing was,” he mused, crossing his arms over his chest, thinking.

“What?” you asked. He shrugged. “I’m gonna get that kid to like me if it’s the last thing I do. I mean we all know her Dad never did, so I’m gonna make her like me dammit,” he proclaimed. You found a string cheese and various fruit in the fridge, and some crackers in the pantry, while Bucky lamented his plan to you.

“Uh-huh, you go ahead and do that, babe,” you mused while you assembled the cheese and crackers onto a plate, hoping furiously that this child didn’t have any allergies.

“Do we have any juice?” you asked Bucky, who was busy looking around the corner and into the living room at the small child.

“I dunno,” he answered. He was obviously not paying any attention to you. Due to his lack of attention, you thought you’d mess with him a little bit.  “Oh and also, I’m cheating on you with Sam and I’m also pregnant with this unborn child,’ you mused.

“Holy shit, what?” he asked, whipping around from his post at the corner to look at you. You laughed and smacked his butt lightly on the way out of the kitchen.

You emerged into the living room to find Morgan and Gravy essentially having a staring contest.

“Morgan, are you hungry? I made you a snack,” you offered. She continued to stare at the cat. Bucky tried next. “Morgan, do you want something to eat? After all, you’ve had such a long day attending all those important meetings with your Mom.” At the sound of a new, male voice, she broke her gaze to look over at Bucky. Her eyes doubled in size as she took in the man standing by the TV. Silently, she got up off the couch and crept over to Bucky. Her face was determined and her eyebrows were furrowed deeply on her forehead, she was thinking. He stood motionless, looking down at the small girl approaching him. Neither of them spoke nor broke eye contact. Finally, when Morgan was no more than three steps away from Bucky, she spoke. “I know who you are,” she accused. Bucky sighed and tried to put his best foot forward.

“Do ya now?” he asked. She nodded and closed the gap between them, reaching out to stroke the back of his gleaming hand lightly, she couldn’t reach much higher up. She ran her hand up and down the ridges on his hand, still looking up at him.

“Yeah. You’re the guy who killed my Grandma and Grandpa.” Bucky Winced. “Daddy tells me that story every once in a while, but he says you’re not a bad guy, you were just made to do bad things. He told me it’s not your fault and you can’t help it. He also told me you’re better now. Is that true?” she asked, stepping back to look at him. He was quiet for a bit; probably trying to think of his response. I stepped in.

“Bucky is mostly better, he still sometimes feels bad, but he would never hurt you, or anyone else for that matter. He is working on it,” you explained. Morgan nodded and pulled lightly on Bucky’s hand.

“Can I touch the gold?” she asked. Bucky nodded and crouched down, bringing his bicep to her level. She stroked the smooth metal, completely captivated by the technology whirring quietly inside. Bucky was still silent, but his eyes were glossy. You could tell he was elated for two reasons. One, the girl liked, practically loved, him, and two, Tony had forgiven him, somewhat, for what he did all those years ago.

“Hey Morgan, do you wanna play a board game?” you asked after she was done grilling Bucky about his arm and everything about it.

“Yeah, sure” she agreed. You marched down the hall to the closet where you kept the games. After about five minutes of trying to decide which game Morgan would like best, you finally slid CandyLand and Monopoly out from the piles. You figured you would let her choose. You rounded the corner to the living room and the sight before your eyes nearly sent you into cardiac arrest.

“James Buchanan Barnes, why does Morgan have a knife?” you asked, not wanting to come any further into the living room.

“She felt unsafe,” was his simple answer. You were about to ask why a 6 year old would feel unsafe when Morgan turned to you, brandishing the knife with a perfect stance and forward thrust. So she wanted to learn how to knife fight from the most revered assassin in the entire world. This child was a handful, but you had to say she was resourceful

“Well now I feel unsafe,” you mumbled, taking a step back.

“Do you want a knife?” Bucky asked. You shook your head, stepping forward and grabbing the knife from Morgan.

“Since when is it a good idea to give a 6 year old a knife?” you asked.

“Nat held one for the first time when she was 4. I want the youth of today to have choices. If she wants to be a knife-wielding 8 year old, then so be it. Kids do weirder things,” he defended. You shook your head in defeat. So Bucky was not to be left alone on babysitting duty, noted.

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Your work is truly incredible and I'm a huge sucker for Steve and Bucky so win win! Please can I request one where Reader x Steve x Bucky are in a relationship and they're all in a battle and the boys suddenly hear in their ear pieces "Guys, help. God, please, help me." from reader and they both run to where she is and see she's having a panic attack (which she's prone to) as too many enemies are attacking her and they save her and calm her down? A teeny bit more Bucky x reader than Steve? Ty <3

Hello my lovely anon, thank you so so so much for your kind words and request! I am SO sorry that I have not been active, school picked up, and life in general got in the way of me being able to keep this account stocked with content. So I sincerely apologize, and am wondering if you are still interested in me writing this? I’m not sure how long this has been in my inbox, but this prompt sounds so interesting to write so I might just do it anyway. But if you see this don’t hesitate to let me know if you would still like to see this posted. Thanks a bunch for your support and request. XX

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Ticklish - Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: this was a request by the lovely @demigod89 in which the reader finds out that Bucky is ticklish and a cute fluffy tickle fight ensues. 

A/N: It is very much like my other imagine I didn’t know you were Ticklish, but the roles are reversed.

Word Count: 1019

Warnings: None

“Bucky move, arghhh,” you groaned as you tried to shove the lump you called a boyfriend over, and out of your spot on the couch.

“Never, I am way to comfortable, plus I like it when you lay on me like that,” he mumbled back, refusing to move from his spot. He looked very comfortable sprawled out on his stomach, maybe even a little too comfortable. You scooted over closer to him andlet all your weight fall onto his back, each breath of his had you rising and falling slightly. He only chuckled, and you tried your best to be an inconvenience by shifting your weight and flailing your limbs about.

“Would you cut it out, I’m trying to enjoy the movie you begged me to watch,” he chastised, not sounding in the least bothered by your flailing and squirming, if anything his voice had a slight undertone of amusement. You huffed and gave up squirming, instead coming to rest your face on his shoulder blade. As you lay there listening to the movie you had lost interest in quite a few minutes ago, an idea popped into your head. It was actually more like an hypothesis, and you were determined to find out it’s answer.

You slowly inched your fingers down the fabric of Bucky’s shirt, and it wasn’t until you got to the hem at the bottom that his attention was piqued.

“Whatcha doin’ there, Doll?” he asked, his voice high with amusement.

“Oh, nothing, just having a bit of fun,” you replied. And although he had not yet turned over to look at you, you knew he was giving you his undivided attention. And so you continued. You slipped your fingers under the hem of his shirt, and felt the warmth of his skin and the firm ridges of muscle as you continued tracing your fingers up his back. A sharp intake of breath signaled to you he was very aware of your actions. You reached the section adjacent to his rib cage, and slowly brought your hand down toward his chest, feeling your fingers bump over ribs underneath skin and muscle. When you could tell Bucky was just about to turn over and confront you, you wiggled your fingers over his ribs in a tickling motion. A squeal erupted from his throat and he rolled off the couch onto the floor with a loud humph.

“What the hell was that?” Bucky demanded, looking up at you from the floor. You only smiled back smugly, glad your hypothesis was proven to be correct. Bucky was ticklish.

“So you’re ticklish,” you pointed out. Bucky scoffed and tried to cover up the obvious fact.

“What? No. Me? No, [Y/n] I am a trained super assassin with over 70 recorded kills and years of training that made me the most lethal weapon in the U.S.. I am not ticklish,” he retorted, still not moving from his new place on the floor.

“Well that reaction to me tickling you would lead me to believe otherwise…” you commented back, leaning over the edge of the couch to raise your eyebrow at him.

“I was just surprised, that’s all. I was surprised because that was not the direction I thought that interaction would go,” he lied. You considered his reason for a minute, then came to sit down and join him on the floor.

“Ok, so you wouldn’t mind then if I did…. This?” you asked, leaning over and wiggling your fingers all over his torso. He giggled and tried to roll away from you, but you were persistent. He tried to catch his breath, but he was laughing so hard he couldn’t. You were enjoying hearing him laugh so much that you forgot maybe you should stop at some point.

You pulled your hands away from him and sat back. He immediately sat up and shot you a glare that could curdle milk.

“That was not funny…” he muttered, scooting away from you so he was just out of arm's reach.

“Really, cause I thought it was pretty funny,” you replied. He only glared at you. You looked at him from across the room, pouting and refusing to meet your gaze. You only smiled to yourself and scooted closer. He looked up at you skeptically, and crossed his arms tighter to his chest.

“C’mon, you don’t think that was even the slightest bit funny…” you asked. Bucky shook his head.

“Stop being a crybaby. You said it yourself, you were a trained assassin, a little tickling shouldn’t bother you.”

He stared straight ahead. You sighed and moved closer, he didn’t scoot away, so you took it as in invite.

“Buck, I’m sorry for grossly violating you via tickling… Will you accept my apology?” you asked, getting even closer to him. A second of silence hung in the air while he contemplated. During this second, you had time to contemplate how hot he looked when he was brooding. A few seconds later he looked up at you and opened his arms, beckoning you into his chest. You obliged and came to sit on his lap, you head resting contently on his chest. He smiled down at you, and you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his jaw, then his cheek, and finally his lips.

“Why don’t we finish what we started..” he mumbled into your mouth, the kiss getting deeper and messier. He slipped his hand under your shirt, aiming for your bra clasp. But his hands veered sharply away from the hook at the last minute, instead coming to the front of your torso. He began to wiggle his fingers around your stomach. You squealed and tore away from the kiss. But you could not escape the onslaught of tickling from Bucky. He pinned you down against the floor, using his bodyweight to keep you from getting away, no matter how much you squirmed. You were laughing too hard to even get a word out. Finally he stopped, his face inches from yous when you opened your eyes and finally caught your breath.

“How does it feel, Doll?”

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I know this is a weird ask but can you do something where the reader finds out Bucky is super ticklish and exploits it?

Oh my gosh I am so sorry it took me this long to get back to you, I feel so bad! But summer is finally here so let the writing begin! I will get right on this, one because it took me so long to go through my asks, and 2 because it sounds freaking fun and fluffy and I live for fluffy Bucky. Thanks for the request and sorry again for the wait!

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No Good- Loki X Reader

Prompt: Loki and Thor stop by Earth for a bit so Thor can meet with Tony. You are in charge of keeping an eye on Loki, and things go better than expected for the both of you.

Warnings: none (extreme sass though)

Word Count: 1500

A/N: This was a request from the lovely @preferablelie .This is my first time ever writing for Loki, so please give me feedback and let me know if you’d like me to continue writing for Loki, or other Marvel characters.  Also, don’t be afraid to send in requests for characters you’d like me to write!

“By the way, Point Break and his greasy brother are making a direct flight in from Narnia, or wherever it is they are coming from,” Tony informed as he paced down the hallway toward his office. You scurried along next to him, scrawling down every word and time slot into your notebook while simultaneously trying not to drop the stack of folders in your arms.

“Ok, and just to be sure, you are talking about Thor and Loki, right?” You confirmed, trying your best to keep up as Tony hurried toward his office.

“Sure am, and one more thing, I’m putting you in charge of keeping Loki in check while me and Thor meet,” Tony informed you.

“What?! You think I can handle the God of Mischief himself? I can’t even handle Peter Parker! I mean I have meetings and things to plan, and coffee to grab I can’t-

“You can and you will. Don’t worry he’ll be fine, and so will you,” he assured.

“Oh and one more thing, whatever you do, don’t let him seduce you. I mean it,” Tony added before closing his office door in your face. Rushed Tony was not the nicest Tony.

“Quite the prick isn’t he?” A voice drawled from behind you. You whirled around, and sure enough, there he was, the God of Mischief himself. He was leaning against the wall, clad in the full get up.  A long green cape with gold embellishments, a gold plated breastplate, horns atop his head, the whole nine yards. But your favorite accessory by far was the playful smirk he was giving you.

“Isn’t that a little much,” you asked skeptically.

“Is it? I thought I might wear something more formal on my endeavour to conquer your measly planet,” he fired back, somehow looking totally unbothered and enthralled at the same time.

“Oh no, not with that whole ‘i’m better than you crappy humans’ BS again. Where is your brother anyway, I’m supposed to be keeping track of both of you,” you asked, scanning the hallway and lobby for the familiar blond.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he mused.

“ I would actually, and can you get out of that gaudy outfit, you look like a botched episode of Rupaul’s Drag Race,” you pointed out.

“Was that supposed to be offensive,” Loki muttered

“Was that supposed to be a comeback,” you teased. He sighed a shifted, his outfit now consisting of a formal double breasted vest, a satin green tie, and an army green trench coat.

“Oh yeah, that’s much better,” you mumbled. He scoffed and stood up straight. Silence hung in the air, you weren’t quite sure what to say to a God, let alone the one of mischief.

“Would you maybe like to get a coffee or something? I would like to assume those two will be in there for quite a while,” Loki offered, breaking the silence. Tony’s warning flashed through your mind. But you pushed them down, after all, you were supposed to keep track of him.

A short walk later and you arrived at you favorite local coffee shop. Tony had actually gotten you hooked after he insisted you get coffee from this place on a late afternoon coffee run.

“Yes I’ll have an Americano, black, two sugars, please,” Loki ordered, stepping in front of you before you could get a word out. Once he was done ordering, he looked down at you, the signal for you to order.

“Um, yeah can I get an iced caramel macchiato, extra ice, and whipped cream on top. Please,” you order. The lady writes your orders on cups and says they will be done in a few minutes. Loki shoves a wad of cash at the lady and goes to wait at the other end of the counter. He glanced down at your cup as the barista called out your order. He frowned down at the drink.

“I don’t think I can be friends with someone who gets whipped cream on their coffee.”

“Who said we were friends?” you quipped, adding a playful smile for emphasis. He settles into a cushy chair, cup in hand. You sit across from him, licking a dollop of whipped cream off your finger.

“Touche,” he adds. You two sip on your coffee. Neither knowing what so say.

“So how long have you been working for Mr. Stark,” Loki asked, looking down into his cup instead of up at you.

“Um, four years, give or take,” you explained. Loki nodded. He glanced up at you, your eyes meet, and he utters a single question.

“Are you single?” Oh no, no no no no. Tony’s warning flashes in your mind, lit up in neon lettering. Don’t do it!  Maybe if you avoid the question like you’ve been avoiding thinking about how good he looks in the trench coat the conversation will end.

“Isn’t that a bit inappropriate? And plus I don’t think your privy to that information… yet,” you elude, hoping he’ll drop it. He doesn’t.

“And what will it take for me to become privy to said information?”

You pondered this question for a minute, letting him hang in agonizing silence. You noted Tony’s warning, but also took into account your own feelings. Loki had already tried to take over the world once, and failed, he was younger brother to Thor and son of Odin, how bad could he possibly be? You let yourself ignore everyone’s warnings

“How about another coffee?” you answered. Loki smirked and scooted back from the table, waltzing over the barista.

Hours went by, the sun sank behind the high rises, coffee cups emptied and refilled, Loki looked at you, smiled, you returned the gesture. The shrill calling of your phone interrupted your trancelike state.

“Hello? Tony? Yes… getting coffee. What no, never!” you spoke into the phone. Loki looked at you quizzically as your expression shifted based off words he could not hear.

“I have to go, Tony needs me. It was nice meeting you,” you rushed as you grabbed your bag and tried to find your phone under the mess of napkins on the table. Loki watched as you scurried around to get back. He couldn’t help but think about how much he needed you too, in that moment.

“At least let me walk you back. And it’s in you back left pocket,” Loki offered. You looked up from searching under napkins.

“What?”

“The mobile speaking device you’re looking for, it’s in the back pocket of your leg garments,” he repeated. He of course only knew this because he had been admiring your rear end when you had gotten up to leave.

“Oh thanks, well I’ll be off now I guess. Bye,” you breathed as you hauled your bag onto your shoulder. You noticed Loki in your peripheral as he followed you out the door.

“And where do you think your going?” you asked as he followed you, your hips bumping together in rhythm.

“Walking you back to Tony,” he promptly answered, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“But I told Thor you would be waiting here for him,” you replied. Loki huffed and looked down at you.

“Well he’ll just have to collect me back at the tower, it’s not like it’s much trouble for him to walk three blocks.”

That is true you thought. You walked in silence, the city was loud enough for the both of you. Loki’s hand brushed yours once, twice, three times before he finally got the courage to lace your fingers together. Your heart hammered against your ribs as his palm fit snugly against yours. You looked up at him, and he was smiling right back down at you. You finally arrived back to Tony’s tower and rode the elevator up to the 22nd floor.

“And what in the hell would this be? [y/n], we talked about this,” Tony reprimanded as you and Loki emerged from the elevator, still hand in hand.

“We were out on a date, the first of many actually,” Loki interjected.

“Uh, it wasn’t a date. Really we were just trying to get to know each other,” you tried to deflect, but Tony was not buying it. His eyes bounced from your intertwined hands, to Loki’s shiteating grin, to your blushed cheeks

“It wasn’t a date, really,” you tried to assure.

“Yes it was. I bought her food and everything,” Loki pointed out.

“That is true, it is considered a date on Asgard if the man buys the woman sustenance,” someone said from around the corner. Thor emerged a second later, and offered Loki a smile.

“You’re not helping,” you spoke through gritted teeth. Tony took a deep breath.

“Whatever, just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” You nodded and looked up at Loki, who was still staring down at you. This was going to be interesting.

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Loki x reader, please. He can be so funny when sassy ;-} thank u.

Sure thing! This will be my first time writing for Loki and I’m kinda excited. I’m hoping to post tomorrow. Thanks again for the request!

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Bumping Noses- Peter Parker X Reader

Prompt: Peter comes over to spend the night after fulfilling his duties as a friendly neighborhood superhero, and fluffy cuddling ensues

Warning: none

Word Count: 900+

A/N: This contains NO infinity war spoilers. But for those of you that saw Infinity war, I figured a little bit of fluff was needed. So here you go, a very fluffy imagine to help ease the pain a bit. Enjoy!

Peter slid the window open, crawling silently into the dark room. He saw your frame huddled on the bed across the room, blankets strewn everywhere. He crept along the ceiling, careful to avoid the ceiling fan, and came to hover right over you. He lowered himself carefully down on a thin strand of webbing until his face was right above yours and whispered quietly.

“Hey babe.” Your eyes shot open to come face to face with Peter, hanging no more than three inches over your own face. You gasped and sat up a little bit, your face colliding with Peter’s.

“Ow…” Peter hissed, dropping all the way down onto the bed.

“Well, what did you expect hanging over me like that while I was sleeping, nerd,” you chastised, barely able to hold back the laugh tugging at your lips. Peter looked down at you and smiled, his eyes roaming all over your face, catching on your lips and eyes, his gaze utterly captured by you. You smiled back at him, pulling on the fabric of his suit lightly, beckoning him closer to you. Bringing your face centimeters from his, you could practically taste his lips on yours as he leaned in to close the gap between you.

“Go change, you smell,” you whispered against his mouth right as he was about to initiate a kiss.

“What. A. Tease.” Peter muttered as he pulled away, a coy smile playing on his lips as he rolled over to the edge of the bed. You watched intently as he flicked on the light and began rifling through your pajama drawer to find a pair of clothes for himself. He had no trouble, seeing as you had stolen at least half of his wardrobe over the course of your eight month relationship. He peeled off the spandex suit and you watched as it pooled to the ground, leaving him in nothing but plaid boxer shorts. He shot you a playful grin when he noticed you looking. After a bit more searching he found a suitable pair of grey sweats, but chose to omit the shirt from his pair of pajamas.

“And you call me a tease when you run around half naked all the time,” You pointed out. Not that you minded of course.

“It’s not teasing if I actually give you what you want,” he taunted as he stepped toward the bed.

“Cause I know you want this,” he mused, gesturing to his toned torso playfully. You giggled and laid back on the bed, gesturing for him to fill the space next to you. He complied, flopping on his stomach right next to you. You noticed his back was bruised and tense from being out all night fighting crime and whatnot.

You reached out and touched his toned back, softly running your fingertips down the center, near his spine. He tensed up as you made contact, but relaxed as you began pressing lightly as you made your way closer to the base of his spine. Each muscle was a soft ridge under your fingertips as they played and danced down his back. You scratched and massaged lightly as you got to his dimples at the base of his spine and then began working your way back up. Small goosebumps bloomed along the path left by your fingertips, he smiled blissfully against the pillow as you finished back up by his shoulders.

“Did I ever tell you your the best girlfriend I could ever have,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Not enough, Parker, not enough,” you responded as you pressed a light kiss to his shoulder blade and laid back down next to him. He shifted his weight so he was on his side facing you. His arm came to lay limply across your hips, tracing small patterns into the soft skin there. With this grip he inched you even closer to his chest. His other hand came to your face, caressing your cheek and tracing your jawline lightly. You leaned into the soft touch of his fingers. You let your mouth once again come closer to his. But before your lips could meet, your noses collided, your faces bumping unceremoniously into each other. A giggle escaped Peter as he backed up to look at you.

“Who’s the nerd now. Can’t even lean in for a kiss right,” Peter mumbled playfully. You scoffed and once again brought your face to his. This time your lips actually touched and it was bliss. The kiss was sleepy and lazy, yet full of love and yearning. Peter leaned in and shifted so he was slightly above you, giving him a little bit of leverage in the kiss. You didn’t mind, you let him overtake you, caressing his bare stomach and tracing the outline of each muscle as you deepened the kiss. He smiled into your lips as he pulled away to look at you, his eyes sleepy and full of adoration. He let his forehead fall against yours as he slumped back to lay on his side again.

“I love you, even when you bump into my face two times in thirty minutes trying to kiss me,” he lamented.

“Hey, at least I want to kiss you. You should feel blessed.” you teased back.

“I do feel blessed. And for the record, so many people want to kiss me,” he defended.

“Ok sure,” you agreed, once again leaning in to peck his lips. You then sunk back into the warmth of the bed, facing Peter and his bare chest. He opened his arms, and you filled them. He brought them around you, encasing you against his chest. His heartbeat and soft breathing lulled you back towards sleep. You were glad to bump noses with this dork any night.

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Best Two out of Three? Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: You take Bucky to Laser Tag as a date, he is surprisingly good at laser tag, much to your dismay.

Word Count: 1,282

Warnings: None. But fluff, extreme fluff!!

“I’m not familiar with Laser Tag… is it fun?” Bucky mused as you pulled into a parking space and began to get out of the car.

“Um, heck yea it’s fun. Plus you’re with me, whatever we do will be fun,” you replied, heading into LazerQuest, Bucky following you cautiously. The teen at the front desk offered you a grimace when you approached him.

“Hi, welcome to LazerQuest, what can I do for you,” he droned, his eyes out of focus and his words monotone.

“Hi, yes, can we get the three game package, please,” you asked entuiastically.

“Sure, that’ll be 39.85, will that be cash or credit?” the boy droned again. But before you could answer Bucky shoved his credit card at the young boy.

“Buck! I’m supposed to pay. I wanted to take you out today…” you argued as he smirked down at you.

“Doll, no girl of mine will ever pay on a date as long as I’m still around,” Bucky responded, slipping his arm around your waist. Butterflies swirled in your stomach as the guy behind the counter plunked two bulky suits and flashing guns on the counter. You scooped up the gear and headed to a nearby bench to get ready.

“And what exactly am I supposed to do with… This?” Bucky asked, holding the flashing vest at arm’s length.

“You put it on, like this,” you instructed, slipping your own vest over your head. Bucky furrowed his brow, but did the same. Soon you were both decked out in flashing gear and matching guns.

“Ok, so remind me again exactly how this works,” bucky asked, pointing his gun and pulling the trigger, frowning when nothing happened.

“So, once the game begins, your gun will activate and it will be all out war. If you hit someone’s vest, their gun will freeze for one minute and your gun will vibrate and you’ll get points. If you get hit, you lose points and your gun will freeze for one minute as well. Whoever has the most points at the end wins!” you explained for the fourth time that day.

“Ok warriors, the next game begins in three minutes, please proceed to door number two if you wish to play this round,” the teenage boy groaned to the crowd waiting for the next game. You and Bucky, along with fifteen kids all ranging in age from 7 to 18, piled in front of door number two. The big red timer above the door read 2:48.

“I’m so gonna kick your ass,” Bucky muttered as you queued up by the door.

“Ha! You wish. I’ve been playing this game for years,” you argued.

“Hun, you’re failing to remember that I am a trained assassin that kinda stuff doesn’t just fade ya know,” Bucky fired back.

“Ok, whatever,” you mumbled, more determined now than ever to beat him. Just then the kid began to mutter about rules.

“Please no hitting, kicking, biting, licking, crawling, or sitting once inside the game. Once you are in the game, you may not leave the game until it is over. The game will last approximately 15 minutes. Please obey all safety guidelines or you will be ejected from the game and barred from playing any more,” The kid groaned to the small assembly. All the kids, including Bucky, nodded and very impatiently waited for the timer to reach zero. Once the timer struck zero, a loud buzzer went off and the door opened. You and Bucky sprinted into the black lights and neon decor. It took a second for your eyes to adjust, but once they did, it was on. You were shooting left and right, striking young kids’ vests at every turn, freezing player after player. You ran around the glowing room, hiding behind walls and climbing up to the top of the “castle”, hoping to get a better view. In all the commotion, you had lost Bucky. You swiveled your head, hoping to catch sight of his glowing vest. You clocked a young boy on your left and shot him to avoid getting your vest frozen. He let out a string of curse words and slumped off to let his vest recharge. You headed back down the series of ramps and staircases, admiring the glowing scenery of jungle shrubbery and illuminescent forest animals hiding behind the barriers. Out of nowhere an arm slipped around your waist and pulled you back into a dark corner. You let out a yelp as you were yanked back.

“Did I scare ya, Doll,” Bucky whispered in your ear as the sounds of laser guns firing whizzed by both of your ears.

“Honestly yeah,” you replied, pointing your gun and shooting past Bucky to hit another young unsuspecting boy in the back.

“Hey!” he yelled in protest as he tried to fire back, only to remember his gun was frozen.

“Ya know, you kicking little kid’s asses at laser tag is kinda hot,” Bucky whispered.

“Yeah?” You asked, tracing a finger down the side of his neck.

“Yeah,” he agreed. He leaned down and gently pressed a kiss to your lips. His mouth barely gracing yours. You wanted more, needed more. You tangled you hands in his hair and opened your mouth wider. He deepened the kiss, his arms tangling around your waist, exploring every curve and divot.

“Yuck,” some kid gagged from behind you. You reached your gun over your shoulder and fired, hitting him without ever breaking the kiss or opening your eyes.

“That was so hot,” Bucky muttered against your lips. You smiled and let him kiss you under the black lights and cheesy neon jungle decorations.

“I love you,” he mumbled as he slowly pulled away and looked down at you with big eyes.

“But not as much as I love winning,” he cooed as he took a step back and fired his gun point blank at your chest. The vest flashed wildly all different colors and let out a defeated beep. The whole thing vibrated against your body as Bucky fled back into the neon chaos.

“Oh Barnes you are so going to get it,” you seethed as you too fled into the fray of guns and vests. Your gun finally sputtered back to life, and you were hot on Bucky’s heels as he dashed up ramps and ducked behind barriers. He rounded a corner and found himself at a dead end. He turned to face you.

“Eat my laser Barnes,” you yelled as you squeezed the trigger. But Bucky’s vest did not flash wildly or let out a defeated beep, instead the lights came on and a voice over a PA system mumbled directions.

“Please proceed to the exit, I repeat, please proceed to the exit,” the voice commanded.

“Dammit,” you huffed as you headed toward the exit, Bucky not far behind.

“Rule number one, never let your opponent distract you,” He mumbled into your ear, his breath fanning over your neck. You turned back toward him with a smirk as you headed toward the score board. The scores flashed up one by one, beginning with the highest at the top. You came in fourth, only five points behind… Bucky.

“Five points?! You won by five points! I cannot believe…” you shouted.

“Damn Doll, looks like I beat you,” Bucky bragged, coming to stand beside you and admire his victory.

“Oh but Buck, we still have two games left,” you pointed out. “And I haven’t exacted my revenge yet,” you added as you sashayed away to the door where another game would begin in five minutes. You turned around and extended your hand to Bucky.

“Best two out of three?”

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Moving Day- Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: Bucky moves in to the Avengers headquarters, and he happens to get the room right next to yours. And let’s say that’s not the worst thing in the world

Word Count: 2110

Warnings: None (:

Living with the Avengers in upstate New York was not something you’d ever thought you would be doing. But here you were, stationed in a compound with none other than Tony Stark and his team of superheroes. You had moved in a few weeks ago and were already comfortably settled into the routine, or lack thereof, in the tower. It was breakfast time early on a Saturday, meaning everyone was home. Saturdays were unofficially known as the lazy day in the tower, everyone was always around on saturdays, looking to relax after a hectic week.

But Steve and Tony seemed to be missing from the flurry of pots, pans, and assorted breakfast food that accompanied this time of day in the kitchen. Them missing was strange because Steve was never one to miss a chance to eat, and Tony was always around to make sure nobody burned down the kitchen. Just as you were about to get up and search for Tony and Steve, Peter pulled out a chair at the table, and sat down next to you. The chair legs skittered across the floor, letting out a screech.

“Hiya [Y/n],” he greeted, shoveling a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

“Hello Peter,” you responded.

“Did ya hear?” he asked, through a mouthful of cereal.

“Hear what?”

“Somebody new is moving in today,” He answered, his eyes bright and excited.

“Who?” you pressed, eager to know who it was.

“Heck if I know, Stark won’t even tell me the WiFi password,” Peter replied solemnly. You got up out of your chair, eager to find Tony and steve and figure out who was moving in. Before you left the kitchen you turned to Peter.

“The WiFi password, it’s Capsicle1920,” you told him before disappearing down the hall to further investigate the newcomer to the tower. You stopped just short o the end of the hall, pausing to listen to the conversation happening right around the corner.

“But he doesn’t even know her, what if he goes on a rampage, or has nightmares and wakes her up? I just think he would be more comfortable on the fourth floor with me,” someone whispered, their voice hushed and harsh. You came to the abrupt conclusion it was most likely Steve. But who the hell was he talking about?

“I just don’t have room for him up there, it’s here or nowhere,” The other voice responded, that was most likely Tony. Whoever they were talking about, he was important to Steve. Steve shot back more excuses and Tony came up with more reasons why the unnamed person would have to stay down here. It was only after another minute or two of this hushed arguing that you realized that they were referring to the vacant room adjacent to yours. So this mystery man would be staying next to you? This was going to be interesting.

“What’cha doin’ down here? Are we spying on Steve and Tony?” A gravelly voice asked playfully from behind you. Your breath caught in your throat as you spun around abruptly, almost smacking your nose into the chest of a very attractive man. Your eyes staggered up the man’s broad chest, glancing over his defined muscles and morning stubble, coming to meet two wonderfully blue eyes.

“Uh, I well, I- I was just- Uh…” you stammered, the words sticking to your throat, his beauty catching you off guard. His lopsided smile was enough to send your heart skittering around in your chest. And way his biceps bulged slightly as he held a small box in his arms was enough to stop your heart completely. “I see you’ve met Bucky,” Another voice spoke from behind you. You wheeled around again to see Tony and Steve had rounded the corner into the hall, stumbling upon you making a fool of yourself on front of this beautiful man. Or as you now knew, Bucky. He also happened to be your new neighbor, whom you had just made the biggest fool of yourself in front of. This was off to a wonderful start...

“Uh yeah, I have,” you confirmed, snapping back to reality to confirm Steve’s statement.

“Good, the two of you can get comfy, you will be neighbors for the rest of your time in this tower after all,” Tony pointed out. You still couldn’t believe this was the mystery man. This was going to be better - or worse - than you thought. Steve sidestepped around you to greet Bucky like an old friend, slapping his back and embracing him in a huge hug.

“Wanna help me get more boxes?” Bucky asked Steve. Steve nodded his head and disappeared down the hall with his friend. Tony stepped in front of you and used his pointer finger to push your bottom jaw up.

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” He commented, a smile breaking his words into fragments. Your cheeks tinted pink as he too, strutted down the hall. You stood in place for another minute, still in shock about who was moving in next to you. You stepped into your room adjacent to his, thinking about what this would all mean. You finally came to the conclusion that you should just continue on with your day and let this man move in without you creepily lurking around waiting to strike up a conversation. You finalized your decision with a small nod of your head and flung open the door, just in time for it to hit Bucky smack in the face.

“Oh. My. God…” you exclaimed as he staggered back, holding his face.

“I’m so sorry, it’s only your first day and I’ve already hurt you. I barely know you, oh my god” you kept blabbering as he ran his hand over his face to make sure he wasn’t bleeding.

“Hey to you too, neighbor,” he greeted, still holding his nose.

“Oh god I’m so sorry. This was not the way I wanted to welcome you to the tower,”

“No, don’t worry about it. Super soldier, remember?” he assured, using an arm you now only noticed was completely made of metal, to touch his nose lightly.

“Don’t worry, it’s completely harmless, unless you piss me off,” he commented, wiggling his shiny fingers. He had caught you staring at his immensely hot gleaming metal arm, there went your chance of not being creepy.

You stepped around him after muttering one last “sorry” and made your way back to the kitchen, realizing that you had skipped breakfast. The hustle and bustle of the kitchen had settled down by the time you had returned. The only two left in the room were Tony and Natasha, both of whom were grappling over the last banana in the fruit bowl.

“It’s my tower,” Tony pointed out.

“I saved your ass on our last mission,” Nat fired back.

“Oh, c’mon you’re never going to let that go are you? It was six months ago!”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t change the fact I saved your life,” Nat exclaimed, pulling harder on the fruit. You sauntered over and plucked it from out of their hands, offering them a smug smile.

“I think I have a fair compromise. Neither of you get the banana, I get it. There, now you can stop fighting. I HAVE ACHIEVED WORLD PEACE!” you yelled as you took your prize back to the table, but not before grabbing the peanut butter jar and a knife to accompany your banana. You weren’t even able to spread a glob of peanut butter onto the banana before Nat slid into the chair next to you, offering you a smug smile.

“What?” You asked, smothering the top inch of the banana with a healthy dollop of peanut butter.

“I heard you met Bucky this morning,” she drawled. You bit off a chunk of banana, chewing for a long time in hopes she would go away before you had to answer her question.

“Yeah, and?” you finally spoke after swallowing your food.

“And Tony told me your head over heels and you haven't even said a comprehensible word to the man,” Nat prodded, barely holding back a smile.

“I also heard you hit him with a door,” she whispered.

“Who told you that?” you asked, wondering who else was around to witness you make a total ass of yourself.  

“Clint, he saw you basically assault Bucky with your door. That’s pretty hilarious actually,” she giggled, barely able to breathe because she was laughing so hard.

“I don’t need you to make a fool of me, apparently I’m good enough at it myself,” you chucked, getting up out of your seat to head back to your room.

“Whatever, lovergirl,” Nat called as you wound down the hall. You smiled to yourself as you reached the end of the hall, still half a banana clutched in your hand. You noticed that Bucky’s door was closed, save for a small crack just between the door and the frame. It was just enough so that you could hear the hushed voices coming out of the room. You stepped forward, not wanting to eavesdrop on their private conversation. You were just about to enter your room when you heard your name mentioned in the conversation. You froze, waiting to hear what came after.

“She’s beautiful, Steve. And I’ve only said three words to her but I definitely scared her away with my arm. I mean, who wouldn’t be afraid of this?” you assumed this was Bucky speaking. Mostly because whoever the person was had metal arm and was talking to Steve.

“I’m sure she’s fine. She's a tough girl, and she would be stupid not to like you. I mean c’mon, look at you for christ’s sake,” Steve replied.

“I dunno, she’s really pretty, and from what I’ve heard from you, she’s amazing,” Bucky continued. Your heart rammed against your rib cage. You were barely able to process what was happening. Suddenly Steve’s phone let out a ring, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. You couldn’t have them catch you eavesdropping, not again. In an attempt to look natural you shoved the rest of the banana in your mouth and tried to jump into your room, but you just weren’t quick enough. The door swung open just in time for Steve -- and Bucky, who was peeking out over Steve’s shoulder -- to catch you with an inch of banana sticking out of your mouth, standing awkwardly outside their room, listening to their conversation.

“[Y/n]?” Bucky asked, not being able to contain the chuckle that bubbled past his lips. You stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do. After about what seemed like an eternity Steve spoke.

“I’ll just leave you two…” and basically ran down the hall. You pulled the banana out of your mouth and tried to come up with an excuse for what you had just been doing.

“I was coming back from breakfast and I was eating a banana and I thought-” “You heard all of that, didn’t you?” Bucky asked, cutting of your poor excuse.

“Yeah, kind of,” you admitted, toeing nervously at the ground with your foot. You didn’t know where this was going to go. You hoped it would go the way you wanted, but today was not your day so far.

“Wow, you do have a nasty habit of eavesdropping,” he muttered, his metal hand coming up to massage the back of his neck.

“Yeah I’m so sorry about that I don’t know what came over me,” you tried to apologize, hoping he would accept it.

“It’s all true though. I do think you’re beautiful,” He admitted.

“Well I would hope so, nobody likes a liar,” you whispered, stepping closer, wanting nothing more than to press your lips to his. “Well nobody likes an eavesdropper,” he replied, taking a step closer to you.

“Then I guess we are going to be horrible neighbors,” you drawled, looping your arms around his neck. Your heart thudding even harder against your ribs.

“Oh the worst,” Bucky commented, leaning down to connect your lips. You kissed for what seemed like hours. Footsteps could be heard coming down the hall, but Bucky just sidestepped into one of your rooms. Honestly you were too invested in one another to care which. The person in the hall started to speak, and you were pretty sure it was Tony, but they couldn’t even get through their sentence before Bucky slammed the door shut, still not breaking the kiss. Oh this whole new neighbor thing was really turning out great for you. Finally for once your ability to completely embarrass yourself turned out to be very helpful.

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Your blog is totally my favorite imagines blog! Your imagines make me so happy!!

Thank you so much! I’m so happy that you enjoy my blog 😊

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You’re Good- Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: (Bucky X Plus size Reader) You’re feeling especially insecure and Bucky consoles you, letting you know there is no one else in the whole universe he would rather be with. 

Word Count: 1463

Warnings: Topics of Body size and insecurity about said body size. Weight issues, feelings of not being good enough. The ending is very fluffy though!

You knew it was late, and you knew you should sleep. But despite knowing both of these things your mind continued to wander. You were powerless to stop it from jumping from one thought to another. You tossed and turned, your boyfriend’s grip changing as your turned over and wiggled, trying to get comfortable. After all the shifting and turning you finally settled down, giving up on being comfortable. Bucky’s arms were draped over your midsection, palms laid flat over your stomach, and his chin resting on top of your head. You once again shifted to look at him, your mind deciding to focus on how every feature of his body seemed to be perfect, unlike the way you thought yours looked. And so began the laundry list of things that you wished you could change about your body. From your stomach that his hand was currently resting on, to your thighs and even the way you smiled. And you began picking yourself apart. And eventually, your mind began to spiral, as it often did, into the thoughts about your relationship. You thought about how there’s no way you were good enough for him and there was no way it would last, not when you looked like you did and he looked like he did. Your thoughts got worse with every second. Girls like you weren’t meant to be with a guy like Bucky. He deserved someone prettier, someone skinnier, someone better. Definitely not someone like you. You couldn’t lay there anymore letting the thoughts plague your mind and nitpick you apart. You got up and padded quietly out of the bedroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen. You braced yourself against the cool countertop, trying not to let the tears fall. You took deep breaths, trying to get your thoughts under control. You got like this when you were overtired, you knew this was just a result of your fatigue, but that didn’t stop you from continuing to think.

Bucky loved you, he’s told you so nearly every day since you got together, almost two years ago! But your mind would not settle down, still rampaging through the conquest of thoughts, aiming to tear you to shreds. A single tear fell, then another, and finally you let yourself succumb to your terrible thoughts, fully believing that Bucky truly didn’t love you, because you don’t look like the girls in the magazines. You hiccuped, trying to keep the sobs at bay, not wanting to wake Bucky up. The last thing you needed him was to coddle you right now. Not when you were feeling like this and thinking the way you were. And as if on cue you heard your bedroom door open and someone emerge into the hallway. For a split second you hoped it was a murderer here to kill you so you wouldn’t have to face Bucky like this. You turned toward the counter, away from him as he entered the kitchen.

“Hey, Doll, you good?” He asked, taking steps closer. You willed him to stay away, to just go back to sleep. You had to say something to him, but your throat was swollen from holding back sobs and you knew it would come out constricted, giving you away.

“Yep, fine,” you tried, hoping that it sounded convincing enough to send him back to bed.

“Are you sure, you sound sick,” He prodded, closing the final gap between you two to come stand at the counter next to you. You tried not to look at him, hoping he wouldn’t notice your puffy eyes and running nose.

“Oh-” Bucky whispered, noticing the state you were in.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Honey,” he prodded, his hand coming to the small of your back, urging you to confide in him. You shook you head, trying to tell him it’s nothing, he should just go back to bed. But he continued.

“Doll, tell me what’s wrong, I want to help you,”. And suddenly you were angry at his words, at him even. Angry that he would let you get attached, angry that he would let this go on for so long, knowing he would eventually break it off because you weren’t good enough for him. Angry at yourself for loving someone who couldn’t love you.You mind took control, sending the disgusting, self-derogatory thoughts straight to your mouth before you could even think. And before you knew it, you were exploding. You were throwing words at him like knives, words you would never say if your mind wasn’t sleep deprived and running a mile a minute, already concluding this was the way you felt and there was no changing it.

“You? You really want to know what’s wrong? You want to help me?” you spit. Before he even had an opportunity to reply, you continued.

“I hate you for having to pretend you love me, because as we all know men like you don’t ever want to date girls like me! I hate that you whisper all these sweet nothings to me and dance your fingertips across my body like your enamored with it. I hate that I can’t love myself enough to love you. I hate that you think I’m the most beautiful girl you’ve ever laid eyes on, yet every nerve in my body tells me you're going to leave me at some point because my stomach isn’t flat and my thighs jiggle when I walk. I hate you, and this idea of love that you’ve planted in my mind, because like every other guy I’ve ever dated, you’re going to leave, and I hate you for it,” you screamed, taking a step back away from the counter and him. He only took a step closer. He was looking right at you, at all of you, and you didn’t see shame or pity, only something you could only describe as sadness. He took a step closer and you didn’t move. Tears were still streaming down your face, and hiccups were coming from your stomach to try and keep the sobs at bay.

“Do you know why I’m here? With you?,” he asked. You didn’t have an answer so you stood your ground and looked up at him, biting you lip to keep it from quivering.

“Because I want to be here, with you. Nobody’s making me, and I wouldn’t need them to, because I want, with all of my soul, to be here with you. To love you for all that you are, and aren’t. Sure you’re not a model and you don’t have a flat stomach and your thighs jiggle, but that’s amazing, you’re amazing. You aren’t any less of a person for those things, and I certainly would never hate you for any of them. And I touch your body because I AM enamored with it, I would never change anything about your body, and I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to change for me either. Because when I say I love you, I mean all of you, and every version of yourself you will ever be,” he confessed. He was still standing a few feet away from you, his socked feet pawing at the floor, something you know he does when he’s nervous or bashful about admitting something. Your chest released and your mind stopped rushing a mile a minute, stopping for the first time tonight, to think clearly and process what was happening.

He loved you, all of you.

To him, you are perfect.

He wouldn’t change a thing.

He stepped closer to you, tucking you to his chest. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and let yourself fall against him.

“You’re amazing, please don’t ever think otherwise,” he whispered. You were crying again, but this time they were tears for joy and contentment. You were overwhelmed by Bucky’s loving words. You regretted the words you said to hurt him, you regretted saying you hated him. You didn’t hate him, and you never did, and you hoped he knew that.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled into his chest, sorry for ever letting yourself doubt his love for you.

“You’re good. You’re so good,” he cooed, his hands rubbing patterns on your back. You knew that being with Bucky was the right choice, and for the first time in a while you were completely confident Bucky felt the same way. Bucky was determined to stay by your side, and show you every day that he was serious about loving you, every inch of your perfect body, until the day he died.

Your insecurities weren’t something you could control, but you could control who you chose to teach you to love yourself. And you were so damn glad you chose Bucky.

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Shirt Thief- Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: As revenge for always stealing his shirts, Bucky takes your shirt for a change, to turn the tables so to speak.

Word Count: 1127

Warnings: none

A/N: Sorry for the lack of posts, school is back in and my schedule is full to the brim! I’m trying my best to write as often as I can, and it would help if you guys could send in requests because I’ve been having some major writer’s block lately (:

Stealing Bucky’s shirts was something of a hobby for you. Almost daily you nicked one of his large shirts to flounce around your flat in. Your favorites were the ones that he wore often, so often in fact that his scent lingered even through the sweet smell of your laundry detergent. He would often comment on your choice of clothing, his remarks usually quippy and lighthearted.

And this morning was no different. You waltzed into the kitchen, in nothing but one of Bucky’s night shirts and some pajama shorts. You threw Bucky a lazy, lopsided smirk and slid into one of the stools at the counter.

“Good morning, Doll,” Bucky smirked, flipping the eggs in the pan with a spatula. You smiled back at him and let your head rest in your hands as you inhaled the smells filling the kitchen from the breakfast Bucky was making. You continued to admire Bucky as he cooked in his shirtless state, sweatpants hanging low on his hips as they swayed gently to the soft music coming from a speaker on the counter.

“So what’s on the agenda for today hun?” Bucky asked as he scooped some eggs onto a plate and plopped a small pat of butter on a waffle and laid that on the plate as well.

“Absolutely nothing,” you drawled, smiling as Bucky set two plates on the counter and shuffled around to come and sit next to you at the counter.

“Perfect. So nothing actually means movies, junk food and lots of snuggling right?” Bucky asked, shoveling a bite of waffle into his mouth.

“Pretty much yeah,” you agreed, smiling at the thought of the lazy day ahead of you.

After you finished your breakfast you shuffled into the living room, Bucky following close behind, his arms stuffed full of blankets and pillows. You flung yourself onto the couch, Bucky falling soon after. His weight was heavy and warn.

“Um, excuse me sir, you’re crushing me,” you spoke, your voice muffled from under his chest. He just laughed, his deep chuckle reverberating into his chest, vibrating against your face. He eventually rolled over and came to settle behind you, his arms snaking around your waist. You flicked on Netflix and opened the latest series you had been binge watching. After a few minutes a thought popped into Bucky’s head.

“Hey babe, is that one of my shirts you’re wearing?” Bucky questioned.

“Would it be anything else?” you countered, your voice playful and light.

“What is with you and your affinity for my shirts?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t know, I just like them, is that such a crime?” you replied.

“It is when I can’t find a clean shirt to wear for the day!”

“Well I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” You smirked, rolling over to press a kiss to his stubbly cheek.

“What if I began stealing your clothes?” Bucky asked.

“There is no way you could fit into one of my shirts, you are way too… beefy,” you commented, searching for the right word to describe his magnificent physique. Bucky sat in silence for a few minutes, contemplating his next move carefully. Bucky snickered and finally pushed himself up off the couch.

“Wait, where are you going?” you asked as he disappeared into the hallway. You were met with only silence. Your curiosity overpowered your laziness and you too pushed yourself up off the couch and followed Bucky into your room. When you entered the room you were met with Bucky rifling through your dresser. You couldn’t figure out what he could be looking for. He eventually pulled out a shirt you typically wore to bed, so it was baggy on you, but on him the fit was something completely different. He pulled the fabric over his head, the shirt stretching tight over his toned chest, stopping a few inches above his bellybutton. The shirt was way too tight, his abs bulged through the fabric and the sleeves were stretched to capacity over his biceps. A snort slipped past your lips as Bucky looked into the mirror.

“It’s a crop top,” Bucky explained as he finished pulling the shirt tight over his body. He offered you a crooked smirk and struck a silly pose. You sighed and facepalmed, not believing this was happening.

“Ok, you can take that off now, you’re going to stretch it out,” you scolded, moving closer to try and pry it off his body.

“I think I look hot as heck,” He commented as he gave a little twirl in front of you. An involuntary giggle bubbled past your lips.

“Yeah, you look… hot,” You agreed, fishing around in your shorts pocket for your phone, wanting to capture this moment.

“How does it feel now that the tables have turned? Bucky asked, the shirt beginning to scrunch up on his belly.

“Oh I’m feeling something alright,” you smirked, taking a few pictures of Bucky in your shirt, knowing he would never be able to live this down. “I think this is a good look for me,” he laughed as he strode out of the bedroom and back into the living room.

“You’re not seriously going to wear that for the rest of the day are you?”

“You bet your bottom I am,” he countered, sitting down on the couch, the shirt stretching paper thin over his chest as he spread his arms out over the top of the couch.

“But at least I look cute in your clothes,” you argued.

“What? You’re saying I don’t look absolutely adorable in this shirt? Or crop top rather,” he quipped, his voice high with mock sadness, standing up and pulling the shirt up over his abs, allowing you a full view of his toned torso. Your eyes lingered a little too long on his abs, Bucky chuckled and pulled the shirt down as far as it would go, not that it really covered much. “You know, maybe I could get used to this look,” you mused.

“That’s what I thought,”

You both settled back into your spots and continued the show you were watching. Bucky occasionally pulled at his choice of clothing, and you couldn’t help but smirk at his stubbornness to prove a point.

“Ok you know, I think I proved my point, I’m gonna take this shirt off now,” Bucky mused, peeling the tight fabric off his body. He was now shirtless, and you weren’t complaining. You smiled and leaned back against his warm skin. You two laid in silence for another few minutes watching the show. Bucky’s chest rose and fell with rhythmic breaths against your back. After another few minutes Bucky spoke above the noise of the tv.

“You know, maybe I should invest in some crop tops, I looked HOT!”

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I Miss you Already- Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: Bucky has to leave really early in the morning for a solo mission and you two are enjoying your last morning together for while. 

Word Count:1315

Warnings: None, Super fluffy

That alarm, the dreaded insistent beeping that always woke you up hours before you even wished to even be conscious. And this morning was no exception. Bucky’s phone beeped loud and clear on the nightstand, the small screen illuminating a small patch of ceiling blue. You heard the noise before he did, your brain stirring back to life for the first time that day. You felt Bucky’s arms draped over their favorite spot on your hips, and his breath fanned lightly over your exposed shoulder blade. Bucky woke seconds later, realizing that his phone was the source of the horrid noise. His eyes fluttered to life, focusing first on you. His lips stretched into a sleepy smile.

“Good morning babe,”

“Good morning to you too. Now can you please turn that thing off, it’s done it’s job,” you asked. He rolled over to his side of the bed, eventually turning off the phone. And then you suddenly remembered why you were up at such an ungodly hour. Bucky was leaving for a solo mission this morning. You looked at his hunched shoulders as he sat on the edge of the bed. The early moonlight spilled over the windowsill, draping his toned back in pale light. You sighed and sat up, scooting over so you were sat behind him.

“Come back to bed with me for five minutes,” you begged. He turned his head to look at you, his features long and tired.

“I don’t want to be late,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry. You have an hour or so until you have to leave, we have plenty of time,” you assured, placing a hand on his bare shoulder and pulling him gently back so you two were lying in your original position face to face.

“Hello there, Doll,” he breathed.

“Hey Buck,” you whispered back, pressing a quick kiss to his nose. You snuggled back into his chest, trying to hold onto the way his skin felt pressed against yours, and the way his heart skipped against his ribs when you put your palm over it.

“Do you have to go?” you asked looking up at him, hoping he would succumb to your puppy dog eyes and stay here with you forever.

“Yes I do. This is a very important mission to me, and the team as well,” he confessed, his tone somber.

“But I don’t think I had to get up his early. For goodness sakes, the moon is still out,” he laughed, the words vibrating against your ear as he spoke.

“I can agree to that,” you whispered, kissing his collarbone. Bucky looked down at you, and the way your hair spilled over the sheets, and the way you fit perfectly into the shadow his body created out of the moonlight. How you molded perfectly to every part of him. He wished he could sit here and stare at your shadowed figure for the rest of his life. But reality was a hard pill to swallow, and the thoughts of the mission ahead were returning to him. His arms brought you closer, hoping to ingrain the feeling of your body resting against his into his brain. He could feel your breath on his chest and your fingers dancing lightly on his shoulders, drawing absentminded patterns into his skin. He closed his eyes and tried his best to remember every second of his last hour with you in preparation for his upcoming week of solitude. He then took a deep breath and spoke the words neither of you wanted to hear.

“Hey Doll, it’s time for me to go now.”

“Ok,” you replied, sitting up and looking over at the black duffel bag stuffed to capacity sitting by the door.

“Do you have everything?” you asked as Bucky headed over to the dresser to begin getting dressed.

“I think so. You helped me pack last night, did we forget anything?” he reminded you, pulling up some pants, leaving them dangerously low on his hips.

“I’m pretty sure we didn’t forget anything. But it’s possible I forgot your toothbrush again, I always forget it when we go places,” you said mostly to yourself. Bucky slipped into the bathroom, looking over the counter to make sure you didn’t forget his toothbrush.

“Well it’s not on the counter, so it must be in the bag,” Bucky confirmed.

“And you’re sure that you have everything else? Like enough underwear and socks an-”

“Babe, I do this all the time. I know what I need and I know that I have it. Don’t worry, this isn’t anything new, I’ll be back before you know it,” Bucky assured, knowing that when you get nervous you tend to fixate on the needs of others.

“Ok,” you breathed, trusting that he had everything he needed. He looped a belt around his waist and looked down at you, sitting on the edge of the bed, in nothing but one of his shirts and some underwear; and his heart thumped against his ribs. And the more he looked, the more he hated to leave.

“I don’t wanna goooooo,” he moaned as he shuffled toward the bed and began to tip in your direction, eventually falling face first into you and knocking you both back over onto the bed. You laughed under his weight, the sound muffled by his bare torso.

“Bucky, I know you don’t wanna go, but if you don’t get down there soon, Tony’s gonna kill you,” you pointed out, your words still muffled by his chest.

“Since when do you care what Tony thinks?” Bucky quipped.

“Since he is providing you with all your weapons and transportation to and from the site. And since you’re crushing me and I can’t breathe, you should move,” you answered, placing both hands on his chest and pushing up, but having no luck in moving him. He chuckled and stood up off of you, finally pulling a shirt over his head.

“Alright then, I’ll head down there I guess,” he muttered, his voice filled with hesitation.

“I’ll walk you to the elevator,” you offered, wanting to spend as much time with him as possible. He picked up the duffel off the floor and flung it over his shoulder, offering you a lopsided smile as he emerged into the hall. You followed him down the narrow hallway, noticing all the other doors were closed, envying all the other tower inhabitants that were still asleep right now. You emerged into the living room, flicking on some lights so you could see where you were going. But you were too late and bumped your hip against a side table, letting go a string of colorful words to accompany your pain. This earned a small chuckle from Bucky. You then reached forward and linked your fingers through Bucky’s, squeezing his palm lightly as you walked toward the elevator. Bucky clicked the button to bring him down to Tony’s lab and turned to look at you.

“I will be back before you know it,” Bucky assured, he took another step toward you, his arms coming to rest on your hips.

“I doubt it, but we’ll see, you always have something up your sleeve,” you taunted. You stepped closer and brought your arms up to rest on his neck, pressing up on your toes so you could press a quick kiss onto his stubbly chin. He smiled and tightened his embrace around your hips, your bodies pressed close to one another. The elevator ding startled you both from your trance. Bucky pressed one more chaste kiss to your lips and pulled away from you. Already you missed the places where his body pressed firmly against yours. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the desired floor. You stood back and let the doors close. The second before the doors met Bucky called through the slat.

“I miss you already,”

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