#marvel birthday fic

[lives-in-midgard]

Heyyy, for the birthday celebration.

Could you write Bucky x fem!reader, and it's her birthday but she thinks everyone forget that. But actually Bucky prepares a surprise for her and with a lot of fluffy, maybe?

Thank you in advance❤️

Bucky's Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You thought everyone forgot your birthday but actually Bucky prepared a surprise for you.

Word Count: 1112

A/N: Thank you for sending in that birthday request! I really enjoyed writing it and hope you like it!💞 The divider is made by @firefly-graphics

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You all came back from a mission today and tomorrow is going to be your birthday. Celebrating your birthday was never your favorite day of the year. You liked celebrating others but not your own. But the thought changed since you joined the Avengers. They are like a family to you, so you really like to spend time with them and celebrate something with them. It’s going to be your second birthday that you celebrate with them. Last year they threw a little party because they didn’t really know what you like. But you really enjoyed it and had a lot of fun with them. One thing that also would be different this time is that Bucky would be here. He wasn’t an Avenger back then but you two got really close over the time since he joined.

You knew that tomorrow is going to be different and maybe they don’t have much planned because you just got back from a mission. But you were sure that they must have something planned.

When you woke up you were still tired but excited for the day. You went into the bathroom and made yourself ready for the day. You were surprised because when you walked into the kitchen there wasn’t anything decorated. No balloons, no happy birthday garland, nothing.

“Good morning.” You said and then they all noticed you.

“Good morning, doll.” Bucky was the first one to say something to you.

“Morning Buck.” You said and the others greeted you too. No one said anything because of your birthday, not even Bucky. That’s weird, maybe they forgot, you started to ask yourself. Bucky handed you a cup of coffee and smiled at you.

“Thanks Buck.”

“Of course, doll.” He said and you both sat down on the table. This was weird, everyone was having normal conversations. They really forgot. They are probably all a little exhausted because of the mission yesterday, so you decided to not say anything.

“Oh, because of the mission I clearly forgot what today is.” Natasha suddenly said and everyone looked at her. You thought she was talking about your birthday but that thought slipped away soon.

“What do you mean Romanoff?” Tony asked and you saw that Bucky was getting a little nervous beside you.

“Yelena is coming over today.”

“Oh, yeah, now I remember it too.” Steve said and you couldn’t remember that Nat mentioned anything like that.

“Everything okay, doll?” Bucky asked from the seat next to you. You looked over to him and nodded.

“Sure.” No one said anything so you went back to your room after breakfast. You sat down at your bed and looked at a group picture of you and the other Avengers. Suddenly a small tear ran down your cheek. You heard a knock on your bedroom door and quickly wiped it away. When you opened the door Yelena was standing in front of you. You greeted each other with a hug.

“How about a short walk?” Yelena asked and you nodded.

“Sure, but what about the others?” You asked when you walked downstairs and couldn’t see them.

“Nat said something that they were having a quick meeting or something.”

“Oh, okay.” You mumbled and looked at the ground.

After you and Yelena came back you felt a little bit better. Maybe it’s okay that they forgot, they can’t remember everything, you thought.

The elevator door to the living room opened and you walked out. The lights were out so no one was there, you were again filled with sadness.

But when you turned the light on you saw that everything was decorated and suddenly everyone jumped out of their hiding spot and shouted.

“Happy birthday.” They were throwing some confetti into the air, and you had the brightest smile on your face. You were so surprised because not only the Avengers who live in the compound were there, also some others. Loki, Scott Lang, Peter, Clint was there and even the Guardians of the Galaxy made time to come. Even though so many people were there you immediately searched for Bucky. When you saw him standing next to Steve you immediately smiled. You turned to Yelena who gave you a hug and whished you a happy birthday. Then you walked over to the others.

“Thank you so much for all of this. You don’t know how much this means to me.” You said and looked at them.

“You have to thank Bucky. It was all his idea.” Natasha said with a smile, and you turned to Bucky. You looked at him with a huge smile on your face.

“Thank you so much Buck.”

“You’re welcome, doll.” He said and you walked closer to him to give him a hug. He wrapped his arms around you, and you buried your face into his chest. The hug was warm and felt so good. Like home.

“It’s time to blow out the candles!” Thor yelled from behind and everyone laughed. You broke the hug with Bucky and you both smiled at each other. You blew out the candles and then everyone ate a piece of the cake. Music was playing in the background, while everyone handed you your presents. Some presents were thoughtful, and some were just silly things that made you laugh. You couldn’t believe Bucky planned all this. You were on a mission, and he still somehow had this all planned. There was everything a person needs at their birthday, a cake, presents, music and everyone you love. You were so happy and looked over to Bucky, who noticed you and then smiled at you.

After a while Bucky stood up and carried the plates into the kitchen. You decided to walk after him because you want to thank him again. Bucky placed the dishes into the sink and when he turned around, he smiled at you.

“Hey.” You whispered and began to blush.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky said and walked closer to you.

“Thank you so much Bucky, I really thought you all forgot.”

“I would never forget about your birthday. I wanted to make this day special for you, even though we just came back from a mission. Maybe it wasn’t perfect but I’m really glad you like my surprise.” You smiled and reached for his hands.

“You’re right there is still one thing missing for the day to be perfect.”

“Do you think what I’m thinking?” Bucky asked.

“I hope so.” You chuckled while Bucky pulled a hair behind your ear. He moved closer and gave you a soft kiss.

“Now it’s perfect.” You said after you pulled away and rested your forehead on Bucky’s.

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[writerslittlelibrary]

So, I'm not a prisoner? extra

masterlist part 1 part 2 part 3 extra

summary: you did not expect that your mission to take down the traitor, could end in such a difficult situation for you…

pairing: Natasha x Red Room teen reader

warnings: none 

genre: fluff

words: 1117

a/n: this is purely because it’s my birthday :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You had been with the Avengers for a few months, and according to the file you once found, your birthday was coming up. You didn’t really care much for it. You had never celebrated a birthday in your life. Natasha, however, was determined to change that. 

She and the other Avengers had it all planned out. They had been preparing for weeks to make sure you had the most amazing birthday ever. 

After weeks of making you try all different kinds of cake and foods, Wanda had documented what your favourite foods were, and she had remember all your dislikes. 

And so, Tony made sure he had ordered the best, most delicious birthday cake in existence. Bucky, Sam, and Steve were in charge of decorations. Clint and Natasha were in charge of presents, Wanda and Bruce, who turned out to be a surprisingly good cook, were in charge of the food, and Thor had made sure to bring you something nice from Asgard. 

You had no idea any of this was happening. Of course, you had caught on that something was going on. You were a spy, after all, but you couldn’t seem to figure out what the other Avengers were hiding from you.

You had tried on many occasions to make some of them crack, wanting to know what they were keeping from you. Many times, you nearly succeeded, but Natasha was always around to point out your behaviour, making the Avengers you were questioning shut up. 

However, it seemed that Natasha was finally going to tell you what was going on.

When you went to bed that night, she came into your room, sitting on your bed. 

“I just want you to know, that tomorrow we have a party for you. We didn’t want to spring it on you,” Natasha explained, smiling at you as she stroke your hair.

“A party? Why?” You asked, looking at Natasha confused.

“Well, tomorrow is your birthday, and it is custom that people’s birthdays are celebrated,” Natasha explained, and you nodded in understanding. You took a few moments to think, before you decided to ask some questions.

“Will there be cake?” you asked, remembering a movie where you saw someone having a cake on their birthday. 

Natasha smiled at your innocence and nodded. It was unbelievable to her how you, after having been through so much, were still able to hold the innocence in your eyes. 

“Of course there will be cake,” Natasha said. 

“Like in the movies?” you gasped excitedly, and Natasha chuckled, nodding with a smile.

“It’ll be just like the movies,” she promised, leaning forwards and giving you a kiss on your forehead. After saying goodnight, Natasha left the room, and you tried to sleep, although your excitement made it quite difficult. 

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The next morning, Natasha was the one to drag you out of bed. You were tired and grumpy at first, until you remembered it was your birthday, and it was supposed to be an exciting day. 

You were out of bed and ready after that thought immensely quick, joining Natasha who stood outside your door, waiting for you.

She led you to the common area, and you gasped as you saw all the decorations. The other Avengers were sat around the kitchen island, a stack of waffles sitting in the middle. You, however, were too busy admiring all the decorations. You couldn’t believe anyone would do something so nice for you. 

Natasha smiled as she watched the look on your face. In these past few months, she had found there was no greater joy for her than to watch you be happy about something. 

After you took all the decorations in, you moved to the counter, sitting on the barstool at the head. Even the barstool was decorated!

After everyone wished you a happy birthday, and you awkwardly thanked them for it seeing as though you were not used to having so much attention on you, Wanda started handing out the waffles she made, making sure you had all the toppings you could ever want. 

Did Wanda remember everything you liked? Did she care so much about you?

Your brain was running a hundred miles an hour. A few months ago you couldn’t even see a future for yourself, and now you had people that cared so much about you that they even remembered your food preferences. 

Honestly, you could have cried. 

After breakfast, Natasha led you towards the seating area. A huge pile of birthday gifts was sitting on top of the coffee table, and any of the Avengers could notice how your face lit up when you saw it.

Natasha told you to sit down on the couch, and after you did, the other Avengers joined you, either sitting down on the other couches, or taking a seat on the floor. 

Natasha had given everyone specific instructions not to sing for you, knowing how it was all probably already overwhelming for you. She didn’t want to scare you off. And lets be honest, who actually enjoys being sung for?

Natasha was the first to hand you a present, sitting next to you and placing a kiss on your forehead, whishing you a happy birthday. 

You thanked her and opened the gift carefully, scared to rip the perfectly wrapped wrapping paper. 

You soon realised it was a stuffed animal. Your favourite animal nonetheless. You smiled at the innocent and heartfelt gift. For some reason, the simple stuffed animal hit you really hard, and you stared at if for a moment, trying to hold back the tears.

Natasha took your staring as something else, and so became worried she had gifted you something you did not like. 

“Do you like it?” Natasha asked carefully, but when you turned your head and she was met with your teary eyes, her worries settled immediately, opening her arms. 

“I love it,” you cried, crawling into her arm and crying softly into her shoulder. 

Natasha held you close as she rubbed your back, keeping one hand on your head to make you feel as safe as she could. 

After your emotional breakdown, you managed to unpack all your other presents with enthusiasm, smiling and thanking everyone for each and every gift you received. You were certain these people were mind readers, as they managed to get you every single you wanted, or were interested in. 

The day ended with an amazing dinner, cooked by Wanda.

After all the cake, snacks, and excitement, you ended up falling asleep not even half way through your favourite movie. All the Avengers smiled at the sight. You were a truly magnificent soul, and they didn’t know what they would do without you.

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[yelenabemylova]

Birthday - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

summary: a soft morning with natasha on your birthday

Natasha stirred awake, the dull sunlight peeking through the gaps at the sides of the curtains illuminating the room gently. She looked over to where you lay next to her, admiring the peaceful look on your face as you slept.

She never thought anyone would trust her enough to be so vulnerable in her presence.

The cold autumn air sent a chill down her spine, making her aware of the blankets that had fallen off the bed overnight.

Carefully, she leaned down to pick them up, covering you with them as she pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

This caused you to subconsciously curl up into her side while you slept, her heart throbbing in her chest as she saw you grip her shirt in your hand.

Holding you close to her, she drifted back off to sleep, feeling secure in knowing that you were safe.

She awoke a few hours later, kisses being pressed all over her face, causing her to giggle.

"Good morning, baby," she flipped you over, hovering above your body.

"Hi," you giggled as she started to shake from excitement.

Natasha absolutely loved any excuse to shower you with love and affection, today being the day she was most looking forward to for the last year.

"Happy birthday, angel," she kissed you softly, intertwining her fingers with yours.

The soft side of Natasha was reserved for a select few, you being one of the limited lucky ones who got to experience such a rare thing.

Sometimes you found it hard to believe how anyone could be scared of such a soft, doting person.

Pulling away slightly, the redhead gazed into your eyes with nothing but pure adoration. Her green eyes sparkled in the soft glow of the morning sunlight, causing her to look ethereal.

Together, you walked down to the kitchen, Natasha picking you up and sitting you down on the island, kissing you quickly before getting some flour out of the cupboard.

"Tasha," you cocked your head to the side slightly.

"Yes, my love?" she smiled at you.

You felt bad, but your concerns for the safety of the entire compound overpowered any guilt you may have been feeling, "are you sure you aren't going to burn the whole building down?"

She threw her head back in laughter, "don't worry, dorogoya. Wanda has been teaching me how to make pancakes for the past three weeks."

Only Natasha could take so long to learn how to make something so simple, but you admired her persistent nature. She wanted nothing more than to see you smile, and she knew the way to your heart better than you did.

The low hum from the speakers in the room playing yours and Natasha's playlist filled the comfortable silence as she focused on not letting anything set on fire. Her tongue poked out from between her lips ever so slightly, nothing was more important to her at that very moment than successfully making you breakfast on your birthday.

When she had plated up everything, you followed her to the table and sat across from her, smiling proudly at your girlfriend.

"This is amazing, Tasha," you were in awe of what she had done for you.

Your eyes filled with tears as she took your hands in her own, "you're more amazing, malyshka."

After you ate, you spent the whole day doing all of the things you loved with the girl you knew you would spend forever with.

The whole team got you an abundance of gifts, Wanda even baked a huge cake for you.

Crawling into bed, you lay on top of Natasha, your face immediately going to nuzzle into her chest.

"Detka," she chuckled, "you'll suffocate."

"Let me, it's my birthday," you giggled.

"How am I supposed to function for the rest of my life if you die now," she frowned.

"You know how many people would pay to be killed by your chest?" you kissed her shoulder softly.

"Good thing you're the only one allowed to then, malysh."

[funkybarnes]

happy birthday, bugs!

pairing: actor!SebastianStan x bookstore!owner!female reader.

summary: Sebastian, as weirdly as it is, giving his career and your condition as a non-famous person, is your best friend. And today is his birthday. And you can't miss, for nothing in this world, the opportunity of being the first person to give him a little gift.

warnings: too cute, not much more than that.

trope: best friend to lovers. (possibly a series to be written in the future)

word count: almost 1K. (a little short, since is my first time posting a fic)

> means message sent from you to him.

< means message received from him.

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SEBASTIAN, this is my little gift for his fans and for him. I hope he's having the best day ever. Anyways, please feel free to reblog, comment and interact! I do not allow to copy, repost or translate this work. Also, I want to clarify that english is not my first language, so if you find any mistakes, bare with me.

The clock strikes midnight on a surprisingly warm night right in the middle of August when Sebastian was packing some clothes for the trip. Not a minute passed and he heard his phone making the sound he had chosen for your notifications.

> Y/n: "hey, are you at home?"

< Seb: "uhm, yeah, why?"

> Y/n: "are you alone?"

He looked at the phone with a frown, wondering what crazy thought was on your mind.

< Seb: "yes, weirdo, I am alone"

< Seb: "are you coming?"

> Y/n: "I was going to ask you if I could go"

< Seb: "of course you can, silly"

> Y/n: "good, cause I'm already outside!"

Sebastian took his eyes from the phone and looked at the door, and went straight to it. Walked a few steps to the stairs and went to open the main door for you. The image he encountered made him melt a little.

You were standing in the stairs, a little birthday chocolate dessert made from scratch with some candles on top in your hands, and when you saw him opening the door, you started to sing happy birthday to him.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, Sebastian! Happy birthday to you!" you sang with a huge smile on your face, and when he went down a little to blow the candles you stopped him. "Wait, I have to sing it in spanish too" you stated seriously and he laughed and let you go on with the show.

Once you finished singing he blew the candles and let you come inside. "I would have sang in Romanian but you know I don't know how" you joked while entering so he could close the door.

You gave him a big hug before heading to the stairs to his apartment. "Did you think that I would forget?"

"How can you forget?" he talked behind you, watching you as you opened his apartment door and let yourself in. "Thank you, Y/n"

"You have to teach me how to sing it in Romanian for next year, old man" you pointed your finger at him while talking after leaving the little birthday dessert on his kitchen counter. "How much is it? Like one hundred and two, right?"

He came behind you and shook your hair playfully. "Ha-ha, very funny, you're ten years younger, so I'm dragging you with me, ninety years old lady"

You frowned pretending to be offended as you watched him go upstairs, so you followed him, making your hair presentable again. "Hey, that's not funny! You wish you were a thirty year old woman!"

You heard him chuckle gravely, making your stomach flick a little bit, as he put some stuff in a suitcase. You took a seat on his bed following every step he made with your eyes. Before you could ask, he spoke, as if he knew what you were going to ask.

"Some friends invited me to a trip for my birthday, it's a surprise so I have no idea where I'm going" he laughed between words. "You think they'll kidnap me?"

You made a serious face and frowned, making a funny expression "oh, yeah, definitely, you're never coming back, bugs. This is the end of your era!" You threw a pillow from his bed to his head while laughing. "In fact, I think you'll be eaten by sharks and sea monsters. Worst one hundred and two birthday ever, and you don't get those very much"

He laughed loudly, coming to you with the pillow you threw at him in his hands, ready for the impact in your face. "Oh, shut up, you're so dramatic". He ran after you when you got up avoiding his strike, but he got you, wrapping you in his arms and dragging you with him to the ground.

You both laughed on the ground, a little sore from the impact, and ended up lay down, side by side, looking at the ceiling. A moment of silence later you turned your head to look at him. "You will have fun, don't worry".

He turned his head to you too, looking directly at your eyes, comfortable silence between the two. Then he took your hand in his and, as usual, you started to gently caress his, and his yours. "Yeah, but never as much fun as I have with you."

You turned your head to the ceiling again, trying to hide the blush in your face from him. He copied your action, but kept the caresses in your hand, bringing it up so you both could see the conjunction of yourselves.

As you both kept your eyes on the ceiling, breathing peacefully, time went by, the sides of your heads barely touching, closer than before.

"You should eat your dessert, I made it myself", you spoke a few minutes later, remembering the little chocolate delight you made this afternoon, just for him.

"I will, I'm just enjoying this" he whispered softly, almost closing his eyes and relaxing.

You doubted yourself for a second, but took courage after thinking twice. Then, you quickly got up, a little, just enough so you could gently put your lips to his, in a sweet but short kiss that he couldn't almost react to.

"Happy birthday, bugs", your whisper almost inaudible, just like your kiss, barely there.

[fotibrit]

tony has no clue whatsoever as to what peter wants for his birthday. Tony’s always offered to buy anything peter wants and the kid never takes him up on it. What could the kid want for his birthday?

So, Tony gets in contact with all of Peters friends, trying to ask what peter might want. They each have a very different reaction to the visit from a superhero, and all give wildly different advice.

[somber-sapphic]

Hey love I hope you’re doing well!! I have a small request lol today may or may not be my birthday and I was thinking a wandanat story about reader being sick on their bday. I give you totally creative freedom lol I hope you have a great day/night and thank you so much. Love you and your work ❤️❤️

-🎨

Birthday Wish

〖Notes: 🎨! Happy Birthday!! For me today ends in 30 minutes so this is admittedly rushed but I really wanted to give it to you! happy birthday!〗

〖Summary: It's your birthday and you aren't feeling well. You won't let that stop you from having fun.〗

〖Word Count: 1183〗

☾Masterlists☽

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You muffled a cough into your wrist and looked up at the sky, studying the splash of stars illuminating the night. Wanda and Natasha had apparently been planning this for weeks, a big party with your friends followed by a quiet picnic under the stars. You’d never been one to celebrate your birthday, you’d never been one to care, but you’d mentioned in passing one day several months ago and apparently, the girls had latched onto it. 

Natasha had done some snooping and dug up past birthdays that you’d had while Wanda used her powers to feel out what you would truly want. They’d thrown you an amazing party with all of the Avengers, complete with everything you could’ve ever wanted. They made up for years of people forgetting your birthday or ignoring it even though they clearly knew it was happening. 

The only issue was that now that you were in the cool summer air, laying still, you were noticing that the cold medicine that you had taken earlier was wearing off, leaving you with a stuffy nose and pounding headache. 

You were trying to listen to Natasha and Wanda tell you about the constellations (they both knew a weird amount about stars) when you were doing your best to keep your nose from running while also not sniffling too loudly. They had done so much for your birthday, so much to make you feel loved and you didn’t want to ruin it with a stupid little cold. 

“Ursa Major means “the great bear” and,” Natasha paused as you flinched against her, muffling a few quick sneezes into your arm. You looked up at her, her face illuminated surprisingly well by the stars, and found a pinched expression with worried eyes. 

“Are you okay Y/n?” She asked, reaching over to cup your cheek. You sniffled and nodded, turning to focus back on the sky. You gasped as you saw something dart quickly across the sky, the bright light, and sat up quickly to point at it, enthralled by it. 

“A shooting star!” You cleared your throat, alarmed by just how horrible you sounded. It sounded as though you had been forced to drink sand and hadn’t had any water in a decade. To be fair though, that was how your throat felt. Raw, scratchy, and painful. You really needed more medicine. 

You bent forward and coughed into your elbow, wishing that the night wasn’t so quiet. All that anyone could hear would be your hacking coughs and gasps for air, not even the peeping of the frogs could distract them. And Wanda loved frogs. 

“Woah, now that doesn’t sound good.” The witch remarked, patting your back while you tried to silence the coughs. You turned your head to the side and took a final deep breath, the tickle in your throat finally leaving you alone. 

“Sorry guys.” You croaked out, your voice watery and small. There was no hiding anything from them now, even someone who wasn’t a highly trained spy or an empath who also happened to ha magical powers would’ve been able to spot you. A literal child could’ve deduced that you were sick. Hell, even a dog might look at you funny. 

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound good. Are you sick? You feel a little warm.” Natasha pointed out, while Wanda noticed how hard you were shaking. 

“Baby, you’re shivering. Here, take this.” She shrugged her coat off and slipped it over your shoulders, rubbing your upper arms as you curled into her jacket. It was warm and it smelled like her. Well, it felt like her. You assumed it smelled like her, but you couldn’t smell anything, so that meant absolutely nothing now. 

“You’re sick, aren’t you dummy?” Natasha nudged your shoulder with hers, a show of affection behind a joke. You shrugged, pouting slightly. 

“It’s my birthday.” You whined, pulling your shirt up to sneeze into it. Wanda rubbed your back right in between your shoulder blades and began to trace little shapes across your spine. 

She typically did that while you were laying in bed and she knew that it put you to sleep. When they were on missions you often laid awake, unable to sleep without her beside you. 

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you weren’t really sure why. There was no reason for you to be crying. Maybe it was the unconditional love that you had always found yourself lacking. Maybe it was the fact that they had gone to all of this effort and you were ruining it. Maybe it was that now that the cold medicine was wearing off you were actually feeling the effects of the illness and it was making you a little bit miserable. 

“Oh, Y/n/n, why are you crying?” Emotion must have been flowing off of you in waves because there was no way that either of them could see you crying, it was too dark. It had to be Wanda, able to feel the emotions that you were feeling. Natasha reached up and cupped your cheek, swiping away a fallen tear. 

“M’sorry. I ruined it. You did something so nice and I ruined it, I ruined it.” You sniffled, rubbing your fist under your runny nose, cursing your lack of tissues. 

“Y/n. Moy dorogoy. You didn’t ruin anything, we’re just sorry that you’re sick on your birthday. How about instead of sitting out here in the cold, we go cuddle up and watch your favorite movie?” She suggested, tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear. 

“Yeah love, we can have popsicles and drink some water.” Wanda, your beautiful amazing witch, trying to make hydrating sound like a romantic activity. You loved them both so, so much. You sneezed into your fist and groaned softly, giving up completely. 

“Kay. I guess. M’sorry.” They both told you to stop apologizing while Wanda helped you to your feet and Natasha began to clean up, gathering the picnic blanket and the basket full of half-eaten snacks. She threw the blanket over her shoulder and looped an arm in yours, the witch on your other side following her lead. 

“You gonna make it?” The assassin asked, noticing that you were moving slower than you normally would. 

“Mhm. I’m just a little dizzy. We’ll be back soon, right?” Wanda sighed and picked you up, ignoring your squeal of protest. You laid stiffly in her arms for a few moments, unsure how to take it, but decided that it really wasn’t that bad. 

You put your head down and relaxed, confident that you were safe. You could literally be fighting aliens on a lava-filled planet and you’d feel safe as long as you were with these two women. You coughed quietly, followed by three sneezes which earned ‘bless yous’ and worried looks. 

“You’ll feel better soon babe. I promise.” Natasha said softly, holding the door open for Wanda to carry you inside. It was slightly amusing, being carried over the threshold on your birthday. Under different circumstances, it would've been romantic. If not for your damn cold. 

[floofweaver]

Happy 107th for the Sergeant of the 107th

Fic for @buckybarnesevents Bucky Birthday Bash event!

Base: TFATWS/Post Endgame Bucky | Filling: Friends to Lovers | Frosting: Reader | Toppings: Carnival (Blue/Gold technically as well, but it wasn't my intention initially pfff)

Fandom: The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated (There's some swearing and this is aimed for adult audiences, but nothing explicit happens beyond cuddling)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Bucky Barnes's 107th birthday, Implied Sam Wilson, buckybarnesevents' birthday bash, Birthday Cake, Carnival, Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Fluff, Confessions, No use of y/n, Bucky Barnes's Birthday, happy birthday bucky barnes

Summary: Bucky isn't entirely optimistic about his birthday. He's surprised to be alive, really. But then you show up with a handmade cake and a suggestion to go to the local carnival, and he finds it hard to say no. After all, what kind of friend wouldn't say yes to a totally platonic outing on his birthday?

Wordcount: 6k! (Wowee, okay, this is post-edit Kai here. I uh... This went from a short 1k fic to 6k! I wasn't expecting that aaa)

Snippet:

Upon opening his door, he was greatly surprised to see you all dressed up. You were wearing a pastel coloured sundress with your favourite colour and your hair done up in your favourite hairstyle. Bucky quickly took note of how you were holding your arms behind you, like you were hiding something. “Morning Sergeant Barnes! Glad to see you know better than to keep a lady waiting.” You greeted him with a smirk. Bucky felt the claws of depression and pessimism leave him as he glanced at your face and getup. Something about your presence this morning made him feel comforted.

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Note: I'm scheduling this post in advance because I'm going to be up late proofreading this super-duper last second. I've never really participated in something like this before, and I'm just getting back into fanfic writing, so if this all seems rushed or hectic, that's why! Sorry in advance &lt;3

Bonus: While I don't NORMALLY listen to two things at once, I was listening to this Bucky Barnes playlist and this Carnival ambience video at the same time while writing this. It really helped me immerse into my writing. It's not necessary to read the fic though

[mochie85]

A Close Shave

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Summary: You help the captain with his unruly beard. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 324 (a drabble, really) Warnings: Fluff-ish. Alludes to sex. but mostly harmless. A/N: This is just a drabble for the Fourth of July, Steve's Birthday. Happy Birthday, Captain!

Steve’s hand wandered across your back, making you squirm on his lap. “You better stop that,” you laughed.

“What? What am I doing?” he played coolly.

“You’re gonna get yourself cut, is what you’re doing.” You remembered the first time you did this for him, months ago. You had made fun of Steve for his long hair and overgrown beard. With all the missions and whatnot, he didn’t have time to visit a barber, let alone shave every morning. He just let it go. Often prioritizing the mission over what he thought was so trivial.

So, you volunteered to help him. You had gone undercover as a hairstylist in Paris not too long before and picked up some amazing tips. Lessons you were thankful for because you were now sitting astride the Captain’s lap.

You focused the sharp razor on his neck. The polished metal glides against his smooth skin, gathering the cream along with his stubble. You wiped it on the towel you had in between you. He looked down at you, trying to capture your eyes.

“I’m not done with you yet,” you giggled as you jerked his chin back up and continued shaving his beard.

You watched as his Adam’s Apple bounced when he laughed and talked. “Yes, ma’am.” His hands held onto you firmly as he laid his head back on the headrest. “You could be so bossy.” He couldn’t hide the smile that formed on his face at your command.

“Stop talking.”

“Make me,” he teased. You squeezed your thighs closer together pinning him under you. You ground against his growing length, making him bite his lip. 

“Now be a good Captain and follow orders,” you instructed. Steve only chuckled as his eyes darkened, rising up to your challenge.

“You forget who’s in charge here, babydoll,” he growled as he sat up at his full height.

“Oh, no. I never forgot,” you teased. “I just need a good reminder.”

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Eee can you do a blurb about making bracelets? Beaded or braided. Maybe with Thor and/or Loki? ♡

I love what you've done so far with the blurbs ♡

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ahh thank you my love! i know this one came out a little later, i dont really have a reason other than i was just thinking about it for a while longer! 💕 110 words

a comfortable silence fell over the three of you as you each worked on your respective projects. loki worked nimbly with a multitude of colored strings, weaving them in and around each other, while you and thor were carefully poring over the bins full of plastic beads you had amassed together. thor hummed quietly as he strung his beads, spelling out his name in square letters with tiny colorful stars in between. when the string was depleted and the finished products had piled up, the bracelets became their own currency as you traded amongst each other, new jewelry adorning each of your wrists, ankles, and even braided into your hair.

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Happy Birthday, Yasha

AN: Creeping in with a story for Bucky’s birthday, I bring you Cap Quartet filth. This is just porn. Not a sniff of plot. Based in the same BDSM AU as The ties that bind us. Sam and Steve have fully consented to this scene in advance and can safeword at any time without consequence.

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@stuckygeekevents Bingo - O1 - “Why did you flinch?”

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Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and Nat has arranged a private party, just for him.

Relationship: Dom Bucky x Domme Nat x Switch (but Sub in this) Sam x Sub Steve.

Word count: 3.2k

CW: BDSM AU, Pre-established relationship, Polyamorous relationship, Bondage, Impact Play, Ass Play, Body Worship, Female Masturbation (briefly), Frotting, Anal Sex, Humiliation/Degradation Kink, edging, Face Sitting, Oral Sex, Cum Play/Cum eating, Cum Slut Steve Rogers, Aftercare, Safe, Sane and Consensual.

Bucky couldn’t help but grin, his arms around Nat’s waist and his chin resting on her shoulder as he took in the scene before him.

“Is this all for me, Natty?”

“Of course it is, Yasha. A party just for you.” His pack-mate and fellow Dom stated, her smile evident in the tone of her voice.

They were standing in the playroom, and spread out - and tied up - on the bed in front of them were their Switch, Sam, and their Sub Steve. 

Sam was laid on his back, arms attached to the headboard and ropes around his thigh holding his legs open. A silver plug with a bright red jewel poked out from between his round buttocks. Steve was laid face down on top of Sam, his small body similarly bound but with a blue, jewelled plug stretching his rim wide. Neither could move much, but it wasn’t stopping the pair of them trying to rub their cocks together as they messily made out.

“Fuck,”Bucky exclaimed again. “Look at them. Pretty as a picture and all dressed up for me. How am I gonna top this when it’s your birthday?”

Nat turned her head and nipped at Bucky’s ear. “You’ll think of something, handsome. You always do. Now, go enjoy your birthday treat. They’ve been like this for fifteen minutes already and I edged them a couple of times before I brought you down here, so they’re both a hair's-breadth away from coming apart.”

“You’re staying, though?” Bucky nuzzled into Nat’s neck, enjoying the way his scruff brought a red rash up on her neck. She might be a Dom as well, but that didn’t mean Bucky didn’t like marking her. She gave as good as she got anyway.

“I was hoping you’d ask. I want to see which one of them starts to cry first. You go left, I go right?”

“Deal.”

Bucky had known when Nat said she had a surprise for him today that it would be something along these lines, so he’d been waiting, just dressed in his leather pants, until she came to get him. Nat herself was dressed in her favourite PVC outfit - a push up bra with cutouts at the nipples, crotchless panties and thigh-high stiletto boots. She looked exquisite.

He stalked over to the right hand side of the bed, climbing up beside the two desperate, strung up men. He tapped Sam on his shoulder, as Nat on the other side tapped Steve, and the two broke apart and looked at the two Doms. Two pairs of eyes were blown wide and two faces had lax expressions, already looking totally fucked out. Bucky laid down and captured Sam’s lips, Nat doing the same to Steve.

It never ceased to amaze Bucky how different Sam was from Steve. Steve was a Sub, but a bratty one, needing to be forced into submission for his own good more often than not. Sam, though, as a Switch, was never intentionally bratty, but sometimes had difficulties moving from one headspace to the other. It seemed that Nat had done the hard work already, or maybe Sam was just in a submissive move, because he opened himself to Bucky’s domineering kiss without any resistance. Bucky laid his left hand on top of Steve’s buttocks, feeling the little movements his favourite brat was trying to make in an attempt to get friction on his no-doubt aching prick. With a grin into Sam’s mouth, Bucky brought his hand down onto Steve’s ass - a warning to stay still. He heard the angry squeak despite it being muffled by Nat.

Bucky pulled back, enjoying the way Sam chased his lips, and how Sam’s broad chest heaved with need.

“You’re gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you Sammy? Gonna let me do exactly what I want, when I want, yeah?”

“Yes, s-sir,” Sam stuttered out, eyes glazed.

“Unlike this one,” continued Bucky as he took a firm grip of Steve’s dirty blonde hair and jerked his head back, pulling him from Nat. Steve’s eyes rolled, the little pain-slut he was, but there was still defiance in his eyes - he wasn’t as deep down as Sam was. “Fighting it as usual, Stevie? And on my birthday too? What am I going to do with you?”

Steve just narrowed his eyes, but for once didn’t talk back. He was probably too distracted by his throbbing cock to come up with something witty.

“Natty, can you reward Sam for being a good boy while I just work on Steve’s attitude?”

Nat smiled back enigmatically, then moved herself so Sam could turn his head and take one of her PVC clad breasts into his mouth and tease the nipple with his tongue. Nat let her head loll back and allowed herself to enjoy the sensations. Bucky, on the other hand, rose up from the bed, and with the feeling of Steve’s blue eyes boring a hole between his shoulder blades he went and opened up the wooden armoire that held their toys. His fingers trailed along the handles of the various implements used for chastisement and finally settled on his flogger. There were two of almost every implement, one made for Nat’s small grip and one made for Bucky’s much larger one. If Sam was in Dom mode with Steve, then he borrowed Bucky’s, but Sam wasn’t as much into impact play as the two Doms.

As Bucky turned back to the bed he carefully kept the flogger hidden behind his back, not wanting Steve to know how he was going to get punished until it happened. He positioned himself by the side of the bed and used his free hand to hold Steve’s head down against Sam’s collarbone, making it impossible for him to see.

“Stay still, and be good,” Bucky commanded, but wasn’t at all surprised when a sharp “Fuck you” was the answer. He leant down, head close to Steve’s ear. “I plan to, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you until you make a mess of yourself and Sammy. Maybe I’ll make you clean it up as well.” Bucky didn’t even need to see it to know that Steve shivered at the mental picture he’d painted. Pain and humiliation were Steve’s bag - it’s why they meshed so well, Steve enjoying everything that Bucky could dish out. Without any further warning, Bucky brought the flogger down on Steve’s deceptively plump ass. He didn’t strike all that hard, but starting too soft with Steve never brought the right results and he bit back a dark chuckle as Steve let out a shout and wiggled as much as he could, resulting in him just rubbing his trapped dick against Sam’s. 

“Why did you flinch?” Bucky asked with mock confusion.

“Fuck!” was the breathy response. This was gonna be good.

Bucky flicked his eyes up to Nat’s, which sparkled back at him with amusement as she stroked her hand over Sam’s short hair and encouraged him to pay attention to her other breast. She was already lazily playing with her clit, enjoying the scene before her. Bucky smirked and brought the flogger back down onto Steve, another beautiful sound of pained pleasure meeting his ears. It only took another dozen swipes, evenly distributed over Steve’s ass and upper thighs, for Bucky to feel the fight go out of his Sub, Steve finally relaxing under his hand.

Discarding the flogger to the floor, Bucky moved back around to the end of the bed and climbed up between the two pairs of spread legs. He took hold of one plug with each hand and slowly pulled and twisted them until Steve’s and Sam’s rims were stretched around the widest part of each before pushing them back in. Two choked off groans echoed around the room, and Bucky’s grin broadened as he started to fuck both of them with the plugs. As anticipated, Steve started showing signs of being close to orgasm first, so Bucky stopped playing with his plug, enjoying the strangled wail of disappointment that spilled from him. However, it was only a minute or so later that Bucky saw Sam’s balls start to draw up, so he stopped playing with his plug as well. 

Having tested for himself how ready they both were, Bucky unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He picked up the bottle of lube that Nat had thoughtfully tucked at the base of the bed and squirted some out onto his palm. As he stroked himself, he took another moment just to appreciate how beautifully Sam and Steve had been laid out for him. Fuck, it would be easy just to stroke himself to the view and leave the pair of them needy and unsatisfied. It was a tempting thought - he always delighted in marking both of them with his cum -, but neither of them had been particularly badly behaved recently and he was feeling in a kind mood.

Satisfied that he was sufficiently slicked up, Bucky removed Steve’s plug, being a little rough but in the way that Steve liked. Without ceremony, he pressed his cock inside Steve’s hole, the guttural moan sounding like music to his ears. Nat had moved off the bed and had come to stand behind him, a reverse of their earlier pose. She peered around his thick body as he speared into Steve, who had returned to kissing Sam as the pair of them were jostled together.

“Look how beautifully he takes you, Buck,” Nat observed, her gaze fixated on the way Steve’s body stretched to accommodate Bucky’s thick cock. Bucky placed his hands on Steve’s hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled back and thrust forward with vigour.

“You did a wonderful job preparing him, moya printsessa.”

He thrust forward again, enjoying the way his balls slapped against where Sam and Steve were pressed together, their combined precum making a sticky mess. He let himself sink into the pleasure of using his Sub until Nat let him know that Steve was close to coming.

“Careful, moy lyubimii.”

Gritting his teeth, Bucky pulled out of the warm clutch of Steve’s ass and pushed the plug back in, watching the ripple of the muscles in Steve’s back and listening to his once more frustrated wail. Bucky gave a harsh spank to his still red ass.

“Patience, kitten. ‘I want’ doesn’t get. You come if I allow it.”

Using deft fingers, Bucky removed Sam’s plug more carefully than he had Steve’s, and lowered his hips, curling himself over Steve where he was laid on top of Sam so he could sink into his other lover. Sam’s moan was deeper but equally as needy sounding as Steve’s as Bucky started to fuck into him. It was taking all of Bucky’s control to hold back, because he didn’t want to come yet - he had his own plan and was determined to see it through. And, with the way that he was pressed against both of them, he wasn’t surprised by how both Sam and Steve continued to moan, the friction between them increasing with Bucky’s movement.

“Don’t come yet, sweethearts. The first to come doesn’t get my cum and doesn’t get to have Nat ride his cock. He’ll also have to be on clean up duty as well. So best behaviour, both of you.

“Sir!” Sam shouted out in panic. “Please! I’m too close. I’m gonna come.”

“You’ll just have to hold it, Samuel. You get a break when I give you one.”

Taking a peak around Steve’s small frame, Bucky could see the way that Sam was now biting his lower lip, his fists holding tight to ropes that bound him to the bed as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm. He gave a few more firm thrusts and decided it was time to return to Steve.

As soon as he slipped back inside his bratty sub, he knew that Steve was on a knife-edge. His whole body was trembling and he was letting out pathetic mewling noises each time Bucky punched his way up into Steve’s guts.

“Check his face, Natty,” Bucky huffed out between thrusts and Nat strutted around the bed. She leant down to peer at Steve’s face where it was buried into Sam’s neck. 

“You’re right, James. He’s crying already. Are you about to come, Steve?” she cooed. “You gonna make a mess all over Sam? Are you looking forward to cleaning me and Sam up and swallowing down all that cum?” She fisted her hand into Steve’s hair, wrenched it up and gave a little slap to his tear stained face. “I bet you’re not even sad that Bucky isn’t gonna come in you, because this way you get to taste it. You’re just our little cumdump, aren’t you, Steve? Can’t get enough of the taste. I bet we could get you to clean the whole floor with your tongue if we just splattered it with our cum. You act all bratty, but you just wanna be on your knees, don’t you? Maybe another day we should tie you down and just come all over you. Leave you in a sodden mess. You’d be in heaven.”

Steve cried out and his body spasmed around Bucky’s cock, his slim hips moving as much as they could, humping onto Sam as his orgasm rocked through him, pushed over the edge by Nat’s words. Bucky hissed and closed his eyes, trying to hold back his own orgasm, and Sam groaned as his cock slipped and slid against Steve’s.

“I knew it,” Nat said, her voice full of derision. “Pathetic.” She released Steve’s hair and shifted her attention back to Sam, running the back of her hand across his cheek bone as he looked at her with wide eyes. “You’re gonna be a good boy though, aren’t you? Gonna let Bucky come inside you, but not let yourself go until I’ve ridden that gorgeous dick of yours?”

“Yes, m-ma’am. G-gonna try.” 

“Make sure you do, or I’ll ruin it for you.”

Bucky almost felt sorry for Sam. He had to be struggling about now, and Bucky had seen Nat ruin orgasms before - it wasn’t nice. Bucky pulled out of Steve, who was now laid lax and snivelling, and returned to Sam’s waiting heat.

“Sir!” Sam shouted. “Oh god!” His hips bucked up as much as they could in his bound position, bumping Steve.

“Hold it, Sam,” Bucky barked back as he set a bruising pace, no longer able to resist the urge to just chase his pleasure. His movements jolted Steve even more, who whimpered as his spent cock was overstimulated from being rubbed up against Sam’s. Bucky could feel Sam’s channel flutter around him, desperately trying to hold back, and the sensation tipped Bucky off the cliff. A deep groan left him as he pumped rope after rope of cum deep into Sam, his hips continuing to snap back and forth until there was nothing left in him.

After he came down, Bucky pulled out and sat back on his heels, recovering his breath. Steve’s hole still gaped at him, and his cum was dripping out of Sam.

“Nat - come look.”

“Oooh, pretty,” she said before bending down and attacking Bucky’s lips with her own. They kissed ferociously for a few moments, fighting each other with tongues and teeth before they moved apart and untied Steve. They rolled him off Sam and he laid prone on the edge of the large bed. Bucky started to rub at the rope marks around his wrists and his thighs, bringing the blood back into full circulation

Meanwhile Nat climbed up onto the mattress, admiring Sam’s still rock-hard cock, the head a deep crimson-purple and covered in Steve’s cum and his own pre-cum. She leant down and licked a stripe up it, letting out an evil giggle at how it twitched.

“Nat! Please!” Sam begged, and with a smirk she took pity on him, throwing her leg over him, taking hold of his cock and sinking down in one move. She leaned back, her hands braced on Sam’s spread legs and began to ride him.

“Fuck, Sam. Love this dick so much. Feels so good. Just hold on for me.”

Bucky watched in amusement, only stopping to tap Steve’s face with his softening cock and then feeding it between Steve’s lips when he blinkingly opened his eyes. 

“First clean up duty, Stevie.”

Steve just moaned and started to suck and lick at the cock in his mouth, eager for every drop of Bucky’s cum he could get. 

On the other side of the bed, Nat had changed her position, now palming one of her own breasts through her bra, pinching the nipple through its peek-a-boo hole and rubbing at her clit with her other hand. Sam was tossing his head back and forth on the pillow, whimpering, and as soon as Nat shuddered out her own orgasm, Sam’s face screwed up and he shouted, finally letting himself let go. 

Nat gave herself a few moments to recover before she eased off Sam, his cum running down her inner thighs, and straddled Steve instead, her puffy cunt hovering over his face. 

“Next clean up, Steve. And you better make me cum again.”

“I will, ma’am. Please. Wanna taste you and Sam.” Steve couldn’t keep the eagerness from his voice.

“So you can be good? Now, get to work.” She sat down and Bucky heard her sigh in pleasure as Steve slurped loudly, his small hands coming up to hold Nat’s thighs. Bucky smiled and moved over to release Sam’s bonds and rub at his aching limbs.

“So perfect for us, Sam,” he praised. “Just relax for a moment. You worked so hard.” 

“Please kiss me,” Sam slurred out, and who was Bucky to deny him? He laid down next to Sam and gently kissed him, lazily trailing his fingers over Sam’s still sensitive body, amused by the answering whimpers and twitches.

“Fuck! Steve!” Nat shouted, her hips bucking. “There! Just there.” She had one hand on the headboard and the other in Steve’s hair, holding his head in place as she fucked his face with her pussy. She threw her head back and wailed as her second orgasm washed over her. She rocked her hips slower as she came down, and then slid down Steve’s body. His face was flushed red, shiny with her and Sam’s combined spend, and his hair was sticking up every which way. He looked totally debauched and more than happy about it. Nat kissed him deeply before urging him up and over to Sam. 

“Clean his cock first, Steve,” she urged. “Then you can get your taste of Bucky’s cum.”

Steve crawled with wobbly limbs over to where Sam was now dozing, his head in Bucky’s lap, having his hair petted. When Steve started to lick and kiss at his cock and balls, Sam let out a happy sigh. 

Nat pulled herself up against the headboard, the other side of Sam, and looked indulgently down at her Switch and Sub before turning her attention to Bucky.

“Did you enjoy that, Yasha?”

Bucky opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Sam’s whining moan as Steve pushed his face between his ass cheeks, and most probably, wormed his tongue in Sam’s ass. Bucky chuckled. “Best birthday ever, milaya. We’d best start planning for Steve’s. What was it you said about all of us coming over him and leaving him lying in it?”

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Birthday girl

A/n: sorry this is a day late!

Summary: a natasha birthday fic without angst

genre: fluff

At 4:30 AM, before Natasha got up, you tip-toed into her room and slipped underneath her sheets. 

"Happy birthday, natty." You whispered when her eyes fluttered open. The two of you hadn't moved in together yet, because you didn't want to rush it, but you had been dating for over a year now.  "I was gonna give you some extra cuddle time before you went to the gym." 

"I'll skip it this morning," she said, a smile playing on her lips. "I want more time with you." Her hand found yours as she buried herself in your side. Honestly, you just wanted to stay like that, forever and ever. 

At some point, you fell asleep. You woke up to footsteps all around you. 

"Hap-" you bolted up. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You hissed. Tony, Bruce, Wanda, Thor, vision, clint, and yelena were standing by the foot of Natasha's bed. 

"L/n," wanda teased, "didn't expect to see you here." 

"You're going to wake her up, you absolute dumbasses! It's-" you looked at the clock on the wall. "Six AM!"

"She usually gets up at five!" Tony whined.

"It's her motherfucking birthday! She can sleep in!"

"For the record, or your grudge list, i told them it was a bad idea." Yelena whispered as she herded everyone out of Natasha's room. You sighed and climbed back into bed. 

"Thanks," natasha whispered when you were back in her arms. "For 'earths mightiest heroes', they seem to be really bad at planning." She hopped out of bed and grabbed your hand, pulling you up. "Well, since your here and we're both awake, do you want to join me in the shower?" 

You blushed. "Sure. . . If you really dont mind." She still screwed your brains, that girl. 

Sorry, i wanted it to be longer but ran out of inspiration. I’ve seen a lot of people talking about how all of the natasha birthday fics are so angsty/smutty, so i tried to do just fluff ❤️ I struggled to find any plot though, and wow i did not realize until now how angsty my fics are lol

I know that its short. . . I’ve been in a bit of a writer’s block lately, which is why i haven’t really been posting.

I hope that you liked it!

[lives-in-midgard]

Hi maybe its yn birthday weekend, and chris is suprising her with going to Disneyland Paris and takes her shopping for some matching Disney shrirts and matching shoes and then yn gets her flat pierced, and the night morning the couple are on their way to Disney when arrive to the park yn is wanting a photo with winni the pooh and they buy matching ears with a lott of fluff

Unforgettable Vacation

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: You and Chris spend a beautiful day in Disneyland Paris.

Word Count: 807

A/N: Thank you for sending me that request! 💞 It's been a while since I wrote a Chris Evans fic so I hope you like it. I once wrote a Chris Disneyland headcanon, if you want to check that one out. The divider is made by @firefly-graphics

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It’s your birthday weekend and Chris had the idea to surprise you with a trip to Paris. Not only to go to Disneyland but also to some other places. You were very excited when you were at the airport and saw that you were flying to Paris. It was always a dream of yours to go to Disneyland. Chris knew that, so he thought this would be the best gift for you. Chris chose the first movie in the plane and then it was your time to choose one.

“Of course, you’ll choose that one.” Chris said with a chuckle when you chose one of your favorite movies. While watching the movie you rested your head on his shoulder. You and Chris enjoyed your flight to Paris and when the plane landed you were very happy that there wasn’t anyone who recognized him when you walked out. While you waited for your suitcase Chris reached for your hand and pressed a soft kiss on the back of it. After you picked up your suitcase you went out of the airport and waited for your taxi to arrive. Chris told the driver the location while you looked out of the window to enjoy the view.

After you brought your suitcase to the hotel Chris said he had another surprise for you. He led you out of the hotel. After a short walk you stood in front of a Disney shop.

“We are going Disney shopping?”

“We have to.” Chris explained. You walked in with Chris by your side. You walked around and saw so much cool stuff. You showed him some stuff and he also showed you something. He loved to see you so happy and excited. A few minutes later Chris showed you some matching shirts and you had a huge smile on your face when you saw those. You looked around and then saw that there were also shoes that matched the shirt.

“We have to get those.” You said with a smile.

“Definitely.” Chris agreed and you walked to the counter. After paying you walked for a while when you suddenly walked past a shop where you could get piercings or tattoos. Because you wanted to get your ears pierced for a while now you decided to go in that shop. Chris followed you and when it was your time to get your piercing. Chris sat next to you and held your hand. After you went out of the shop you decided to go back to the hotel because it was already getting late. When you came into your hotel room you made yourself ready for dinner. You stood in front of the mirror and looked at the dress you picked out. Suddenly Chris came out of the bathroom and saw you the dress.

“Wow, you look so beautiful, honey.” Chris complimented you and you turned around.

“Thank you love.” He walked over to you, tucked a hair behind your ear and gave you a soft kiss. When you broke the kiss, you hugged each other and then decided to go to dinner.

When you came back to your room you cuddled up with Chris and he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“OMG Chris, there is Winnie the pooh. Could you please take a picture of me standing next to him?” He nodded with a smile. You both walked over to the bear and Chris took some pictures of you and then you took some of him. You went on a few rides and then finally came across a shop with Disney ears.

“Happy Birthday sweetheart.” Was the first thing you heard when you woke up on that morning. Chris covered you with kisses, and you cuddled for a while. When you were finished with breakfast Chris decided that it was finally time to go to Disneyland. You chanced into the matching shirts and shoes and then walked into the park and were so excited. You looked over to Chris who also had a bright smile on his face. After you have been walking around for a while you saw the first Disney character walking around.

“Chris can we please go in that shop?” You looked over to him and asked.

“Sure, we can.” He said and you walked into that shop with him by your side. You walked straight to the Disney ears. You looked around for a while and then found some that you both really liked. You bought them and then immediately put them on and walked through Disneyland again. You and Chris had a wonderful time in Disneyland and explored some other places in Paris as well. It was a vacation that you definitely won’t forget. Of all the presents you have gotten for your birthdays in the past few years this definitely was the best one.

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@marvelogic | @rogersbarber | @angiestopit | @nicoline1998enilocin | @kandis-mom |

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

me: what if hobie and oc diane were in a band that became famous in hobies world and they started playing shows and their album goes platinum it deepened their relationship while also making them international stars and they're happier than they've ever been-

my mutals: what if i put hobie and/or my oc in unimaginable pain and trauma. what if The Horrors kept them up at night. what if i hit them with this steel chair-

[astroboots]

FROM CHAPTER 5: RED FLAGS Commission done by the talented @guruan | see also: First Date (Steven) and Pancakes (Jake)

You square your shoulders and lift your chin as you walk over to the fishtank, more aware than ever that he’s watching your every move. He’s eyeing you with all the distrust of a shopkeeper who suspects you of shoplifting. You wonder with nervous annoyance if he thinks you’re somehow planning to smuggle the gigantic tank out of Steven’s flat in your handbag.

“I don’t want him to worry,” you explain as you stick the yellow note onto the side of the fishtank. 

At this, Marc finally officially acknowledges your presence.

“The fish?” he asks, raising one perfectly arched eyebrow in apparent confusion.

The… fish? 

You stare stupidly back at him, not quite able to understand what he’s referring to until you follow his line of sight, turning your head to trace his gaze back to the fishtank. 

Dear God. Is he joking or does this man seriously think you’re writing a message for Gus’ benefit? What kind of daft, idiotic— 

“No, not the fish!” You interrupt your own mental tirade. “Steven. I don’t want Steven to worry.” 

[elixirfromthestars]

Hello everyone! 🤍 So my birthday is coming up soon (July 3rd) and it has also been a little over a year since I first posted on this blog. I wanted to find a nice little way to celebrate, so I decided to do a little birthday bingo!! (This was inspired by the 1K follower celebration @espinosaurusrexex hosted 💕 If you haven’t read her stuff you really should!! ❤️)

This birthday bingo consists of a bingo card that is filled with various prompts anyone can choose from and request a little scenario/drabble for any of the characters I write for. You are also welcome to request for an AU I’ve already written for such as Detective!Bucky, Duke!Bucky, or any other one!! 🤍🩵🤍

I know my blog is currently all Bucky, but here is a list of characters I write for: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki, Matt Murdock, & Peter Parker.

How to Participate:

Choose a prompt from the bingo card that hasn’t been taken yet and send me an ask with the prompt, the character, and any other details + additions you would like to add to the request!

I will keep the bingo card updated to let everyone know when a square is taken. And I will write/post the request in the order that it was submitted.

As soon as a bingo has been completed, the birthday bingo requests will be closed!!

Thank you to everyone who has shown me lots of love and support in my writing. It means so much!! 🥹💗 If you’ve ever Interacted with me or my writing in any way, thank you from the bottom of my heart!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

If this birthday bingo card inspires you to make your own or write something let me know!! Send me a message, tag me, etc. I would love to read and support it!! 🥰

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BIRTHDAY BINGO REQUESTS CLOSED 🥳💙

Current To Do Requests in Order:

“I’ll always choose you.” — Matt Murdock

Royal AU — Steve Rogers

Love Language — Peter Parker

Touch starved — Loki

Bodyguard au — Loki

“How about a kiss?” — Peter Parker

“Fine, keep acting like you hate me.” — Peter Parker

“Are you jealous of _____?” — Bucky Barnes

College au — Bucky Barnes

Taking care of the other when sick — Matt Murdock

Fake Dating + Enemies to Lovers — Bucky Barnes

“ I don’t forgive you.” — Bucky Barnes

Thank you to everyone that has been sending in requests!! 🤍 I’m so excited to start working on them 🥹✨

[emmis15]

Bucky Barnes Birthday In The Country

―I never imagined seeing the Winter Soldier, the greatest and deadliest assassin of the last 50 years, wearing a plastic crown at a children's party― I heard a sweet and amused voice behind me.

I was trying to pour myself more vodka juice from the kitchen and taking the opportunity to catch some fresh air outside the circle of Avengers and parents I didn't know, besides small children running around everywhere.

―Neither did I, this wasn't my original plan for my day off― I replied, looking at her with a small smile as I leaned against the sink.

Cass had her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the door frame, a smile on her face and a glass in her hands.

―I didn't tell you before, but thank you for coming. Lila was very happy to have you here― she said, approaching me slowly with a slight smile.

I sighed with a smile on my face as I listened to her. She had dragged me to a birthday party for Barnes' daughter at the farm, and instead of taking the opportunity to stay alone in the complex reading or listening to quiet music without having to listen to people passing by or arguing, I had knelt before Cass, and now I was at Clint's farm lifting children with my metal arm, wearing a plastic crown on my head.

―I'm sure she was― I sighed, looking down at my feet.

She placed her glass next to mine, and her hands tangled behind my neck with a slight smile. The scent of the perfume I liked was very close to me, almost like a mist on my face, enjoying her smile and the shine of her lips that had nagged me so much to drive slowly below the speed limit.

―Thank you, really. I promise I'll make it up to you― she whispered against my lips, looking into my eyes.

―It's not necessary. I'm just tired and needed a breather― I said, my hands reaching for her waist, feeling her skin goosebumps as she felt my cold metal arm.

―¿Do you want me to leave you alone?― she asked, uncertainty in her eyes.

―No, I never want to be alone if I can be with you for a moment. I just want to be here for a few minutes― I said, looking at her with a slight smile before giving her a small kiss.

She stayed looking at me with a small smile, and I don't know what she was looking at, but I really believe I had the best view. The sunset light hit her face through the window of the house, giving her such a homely and tranquil view that the idea of going somewhere just the two of us reappeared in my mind.

Having a house and living hidden from life, just the two of us quietly leaving behind the Avengers, Hydra, superheroes, or the society on our shoulders, staying in the quietest place in the world alone with our house.

―I would like to have something like that― I whispered, looking into her eyes while playing with her hair.

―¿A children's party or more time together?― she asked, confused.

―A house far from everyone and everything, just the two of us, letting ourselves be carried away by time.

―It would be nice to have some alone moments on a farm and the American dream.

She gave me a small smile, joining her left hand with my metal hand as she reached for a jug of juice since she couldn't drink alcohol due to medication.

―Not just a moment, a lifetime, in secret, and sometimes having missions, but instead of staying in the complex waiting for the next mission or training useless people to waste time, both of us sharing hobbies together without hiding― my flesh hand touched her chin to make her look into my eyes.

―We can't even let my father see us less than 40 meters apart, and you want me to pack my things and go to a house in the countryside? It's very nice, Buck, really, it sounds like something we could really live someday, but it's very difficult. I need medical attention all the time, and I'm always with my father― she said with a sad face, and I looked at the floor.

I let go of her chin to touch the star on her chest. I could see the faint red light coming from inside her chest, her body full of cables and constantly receiving medical attention and medication. It was a reality for her that even though we both wanted to show ourselves, we couldn't, and it would be very unfair, in addition to the increased life risks for her if we separated so much from the complex.

And then there was her father, Tony hated me, and although indirectly Cass tried to make him stop hating me, she only managed to make his sarcastic comments about my past in Hydra, giving me nicknames for my arms, and trying to leave the subject behind or hidden under the rug, but not much more. If he were to find out that I am with his daughter, the least he would do would be to banish me from the Avengers and the complex.

―¿Why is everything with us so difficult?

―Because it shows how strong we are― she touched my chin with the tips of her fingers. ―But I'm aware that the whole situation surrounding us sucks.

―Just a place where we both can be, where we can see each other and just be without the fear on our shoulders.

―We can create moments, we can do things to have a normal life within the parameters, but the idea of a house in the countryside or living alone together is very unlikely― she gave me a sad and melancholic smile, and it hurt my soul to know that as long as we were together, we would live in the shackles of Hydra, my past, and her father.

―I love you― I whispered as I carefully ran my fingers through her hair, looking down at her.

―I love you too― she whispered back with a smile, showing her teeth.

We heard the sound of a conversation nearby, so we quickly separated, me leaning against the countertop and her looking into the fridge with feigned doubt.

―¿What were you doing? Your father is looking for you― Lauren's voice broke the awkward silence.

She looked at us for a moment with a raised eyebrow before walking over to Cass and taking out the birthday cake.

―Tell him I'm coming now― she said tiredly, sighing.

―¿What were you doing?― Lauren asked.

―I was looking for something that doesn't have alcohol but also doesn't have too much sugar. Your husband said there was only orange juice in the fridge― she poured some of the orange liquid.

―¿And your sergeant?

―He needed some time away from sticky hands and loud songs― she sighed, looking at the floor.

She looked at us with a raised eyebrow before tilting her head, ready to leave.

―I don't need you to answer because you'll deny it, especially you, Cassady, but I know you two are up to something, I see it and feel it in the air, but the situation is difficult from what Clint told me, so I won't say anything, and you better both be there for the family photo― she sounded stern as she walked away with the white cake box.

We stayed silent without looking at each other before hearing her laugh.

―¿You wanted a normal couple life? There you have Lauren laughing at us and mocking because we can't hide anything― she said with a smile as she started walking back outside.