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Okay so I didn’t really think that people would like the scenario that I wrote about malleus and yuu so I was thinking that I maybe I could start writing headcanons and little scenarios oh and I could maybe write a part two for the scenario and I could let y’all decide if y’all want it to end in angst or fluff but anyways here are some of the fandoms I could write for and maybe later on I will write for more fandoms

Twisted wonderland

Obey me

Haikyuu

Tokio hotel

Slashers

Creepypastas

Assasination classroom

Demon slayer

Genshin impact

Avengers

Dc

Anyways pleaseeee send stuff that I can write for don’t be shy 😁

Hiii so i’m having a hard time writing atm so if y’all could send in prompts i’d really appreciate it 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

- Liz

edit: i just realised i quite literallly have writers block lmao

Here's an example for these kind of fan fic:

Infinity war cast x short!insecure!rader

Summary: Reader is 4'11 and insecure about it but her cast mates and fans show her that she's beautiful.

Warrings: None

A/N: Reader here uses she/her pronouns. Also english isn't my first lamguage so I'm sorry for my grammar.

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Y/N Y/L/N had always been self-conscious about her height. At 4'11, she often felt like she was constantly overlooked and underestimated, especially in the cutthroat world of Hollywood. But when she landed a role in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she knew that she had to put her insecurities aside and bring her A-game.

At the Infinity War panel, Y/N was nervous. She had never been in front of such a large audience before, and she was worried that her height would be a topic of ridicule. But as she took her place on stage alongside her fellow cast members, she was surprised to hear them all gushing about how much they loved her petite stature.

"Y/N is a powerhouse, despite her size," Chris Evans said, earning cheers from the audience. "She's got more energy and spunk than any of us combined."

Robert Downey Jr. chimed in, "And let's not forget how easy it is to maneuver her around during fight scenes. It's like having a little ninja on set."

Y/N blushed, feeling grateful and relieved that her height was being celebrated rather than criticized. And the positive feedback didn't stop there. As she walked around the convention center, fans approached her to tell her how much they loved her portrayal of her character and how they admired her confidence and talent.

But perhaps the most memorable moment of the day was when Tom Holland, her mischievous co-star, snuck up behind her and lifted her off the ground, spinning her around in a playful prank. The crowd erupted in laughter, and Y/N couldn't help but join in.

In that moment, Y/N realized that her height wasn't something to be ashamed of. It was a part of who she was, and it made her unique and memorable. She felt a newfound sense of confidence and pride in herself and her abilities, and she knew that she had the support of her cast and fans behind her.

From that day forward, Y/N Y/L/N embraced her height and all the quirks and challenges that came with it. And as she continued to shine on screen and in public appearances, she inspired others to do the same, proving that sometimes the things that make us different are the very things that make us great.

Possessed

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Avengers x f!reader

Summary (in this case I will just either write what I asked the AI or the request): Write me a fanfic about a orginal female character whose name is Calisa. The action takes pleace in marvel universe. Calisa is a youtuber who goes to hunted pleaces and one night she gives acces to all her cameras to the avengers and while she's resting still filming the video some bad spirit posses her and the avengers see all what's happening and go to her and hell her get rid of the bad spirit

A/N: English is not my first language so if there's any grammar mistakes, I'm sorry for them

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Y/N had always been fascinated by the supernatural. As a young girl, she would often spend hours reading books about ghosts and hauntings, and as she got older, she started exploring haunted places herself. She even started a YouTube channel where she would document her adventures and share them with her followers.

One night, Y/N found herself in an old abandoned asylum. She had heard rumors of strange happenings there and was eager to investigate. As she set up her cameras, she felt a sense of excitement and anticipation that only came when she was about to uncover something truly incredible.

As the night wore on, Y/N explored every inch of the asylum, filming everything she saw. But as she was getting ready to leave, something strange happened. A sudden chill ran down her spine, and she felt a presence in the room with her. Before she could react, she was possessed by a malevolent spirit.

The Avengers were in their headquarters, keeping an eye on the city when they received a notification from Y/N's channel. They were intrigued by her videos and decided to check out her latest one. As they watched, they saw Y/N's eyes turn black, and her body began to convulse. They knew they had to act fast.

Captain America, Iron Man, and Doctor Strange made their way to the asylum, where they found Y/N still possessed by the evil spirit. With all of her cameras still recording, the Avengers worked together to perform an exorcism. It was a dangerous and difficult task, but they were determined to save Y/N.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the spirit was expelled from Y/N's body, and she collapsed on the floor, exhausted and shaken. The Avengers gathered around her, checking to make sure she was okay. She looked up at them, tears streaming down her face, and thanked them for saving her.

From that day on, Y/N knew that she had a new purpose. She continued to explore haunted places and document her adventures, but now she had the Avengers by her side, ready to help her if she ever found herself in danger again. And as her channel grew in popularity, she knew that she was making a difference in the world, helping people to understand the supernatural and the dangers that it posed.

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The Broken Hearted

ship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None, it’s a pretty fluffy lil story!

Summary:

Readers POV:

People are born with broken hearts. Those are the ones who have lost their soulmates in the life before they had this one.

If you were born with a broken heart the soulmate system doesn't work for you.

I was born with a broken heart. It's a lot to take in but I've grown with it. I know one day I'll find someone, but I hope they find me.

People are connected to their soulmate by colorings on the palm of their hand. It will show their emotions, and if the soulmate is nearby it'll turn bright white.

My palm was morbid black. Been that way for as long as I can remember. I can remember my mother telling me "y/n, you don't need that mark to show you who to love. You can march into the big world and take it yourself"

I love my mother. She was born broken hearted as well. Sometimes she'll blame herself on my heart but it's really not her fault.

These thoughts crammed my mind daily. I shook my head and got up for work at the cafe. It's not the best place but I love it.

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"Y/n, oh my god thank goodness you're here. I've been running both cash registers since Clint 'couldn't make it to work today'" Natasha says mimicking my fellow friend Clint.

The two were obviously meant for each other but they are both too dull to realize it.

Nat wears gloves over her hands because she's not ready for a relationship and Clint... he's broken hearted too.

Yes, the soul system will still work on the receiving end of the other broken hearted persons soul mate. So if nat goes near Clint, her hand will glow. But of course she doesn't take into it.

"Sorry I'm late Nat, I didn't hear my alarm." I say throwing on my apron and rounding the counter.

"Well at least you're honest, now get to work." She says in a 'boss like tone'

Working at the cafe was fun for most of the day. But, the constant sight of couples meeting for the first time would strike me sometimes. Not that I'm jealous... it's just that it kinda hurts to see something I can't have.

So I would just ignore it and work the day away. Most people were rude and picky but some were sweet: Like the little old lady who would come in just to by an apple croissant and to feed the birds.

"Y/n are you okay?" Nat asks, after seeing the 4th soul mate meeting today.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just need some air." Nat tensed,  she looked at the line of people but nodded understanding what I needed to do. I feel bad leaving her but I feel sick to my stomach.

When I got outside there was a table of fairly attractive men all looking towards one shaggy haired mans hand. It was fluctuating from white to black to blue. Which meant that one, his soulmate was nearby, two, the soulmates heart was broken, and three, they were upset or sad.

The man looked up at my glossy y/e/c eyes then down to my hand. Which was hidden from his view. More of his friends looked over then one hit his shoulder to grab his attention. I took that as my chance to leave as soon as possible.

I rounded the corner and went through the back entrance to get back to work. I couldn't just sit out there all day.

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When I finished cleaning everything up for closing time I felt slightly relieved the day was over.  I hugged Nat goodbye and made my way outside. I felt a pinch in my palm. I stared at it confusingly but then shook it off and got in my car to go home.

When I arrived I automatically pulled out my laptop and searched, "Can a broken hearted person still get colors later in life?"

To sum it up, the answer was: 'No they cannot'

Then I searched, "What does it mean if a broken hearted person feels pinching in their palm?"

There was over ten thousand results. But the one I clicked on particularly said, 'When some one who is broken hearted gets a pinching in their hand it is a delayed reaction in the soul system. Which means they may have passed their soulmate earlier in the day but were not notified till later.'

I smiled to myself then typed another question, "What happens to a broken hearted persons soulmates palm?"

There was even more website answers for this one, 'They go through the same soulmate experience, except two colors will flash on their hand instead of one; black and whatever mood their love is feeling'

A sigh of relief blew in between my lips.   You had completely forgotten about that shaggy haired man.

I decided it was time for bed and snuggled up next to my pillow and passed out instantly.

_____ The next morning I woke up with a pounding headache. I lazily got up and got dressed, downing some Advil and sat down on the couch.

I had a night shift today. I spent most of my day reading and watching the television. ________

When I got to work the cafe seemed pretty empty. But something made me stop. Nat had her glove off and she was right in front of Clint, staring at her glowing hand. Clint reached down and placed his hand in hers and his hand automatically lit up in a blinding white light.

"I didn't know it worked like that" I mumbled mostly to myself "I didn't either..." I quickly turned around to see a somewhat short brunette girl. Her palm was black.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't stalking to see what you were saying it's just... I've never seen that before... thank you! My names Wanda, I've got to go!" Then she was gone "You're welcome?" I  nodded away and ran over to the pair and hugged them both.

"Congrats guys! I'm glad you two finally realized!"

Clint nodded, "I think that glowie thing only works if we both new. But it took so long because this red head 'didn't want to have a relationship yet'" Clint says laughing and pulling Nat in to kiss her on the head.

I laughed at the action and hugged them again, "well you two have fun, I've got the counter tonight!"

"Love you y/n! I'll see you tomorrow!" Nat says, leaving hooked in Clint's arms. Just as she was leaving I call out to her, "text me the details!"

I giggle to myself and head back behind the counter and set camp. People usually don't come late, and this cafe literally never closes.

So after I got all comfy in one of the lounge type chairs the front door bell jingled. I shot up to see who was there only to meet eyes with the shaggy haired man again. His hand was still flipping out.

"H-hey." He said in a shaky breath. I felt a little scared being that it was only the two of us there. His hand changed from green(happy) to purple (fear). He looked down at it then back up at me with worried eyes. "Are you okay?" He said with hesitation

I can hear the warmth in his voice so I calm down. Green again. "Yeah I'm okay, is there anything you'd like this evening sir?"

"Yeah well... actually I'm not here for food I wanted to talk to you about... this." He says bringing his hand up and pointing at his palm.

I felt my heart drop and my hand pinch. I lifted my hand and showed it to him. "I can't really help you. I'm broken hearted. I don't know much about the colors." Blue, black, white.

"No no heh... I think these colors are for you." Magenta(love), green, black, white.

"See they keep changing to what you're feeling, and uh the other day I saw that you were upset when my hand was blue."

He took at step closer to the counter and looked into my eyes. "Bucky Barnes." "Y-" "Y/n?" Yellow(confusion). He looked down at the color and laughed. His laugh was so beautiful. Magenta. He smiled at it and looked back up, "Your name tag, silly." Green.

I began to realize the color pattern and how it was changing to fit my emotions. But then I thought about how it probably was just a coincidence.

Blue.

"Hey y/n, what's wrong?" He lifts his hand and goes to place it on my cheek but I turn around and step away "This is probably just a mistake.. no sorry, a misunderstanding."

Deep dark blue filled his hand but it still flashed white. I stood there for a bit but then I felt his hands turning me around to face his beautiful bright blue eyes. Magenta.

"This isn't a mistake y/n" he says pulling me closer. I feel conflicted, I don't know whether I should leave or kiss him and forget my worries.

Magenta, gray(panic), magenta, gray. He noticed the changes and pushed a piece of loose hair behind my ear. "Hey it's okay." Magenta

I stepped away from his grasp and pulled his arm out and faced his palm to the sky.

I looked at his eyes which were probably going to be consuming my thoughts for decades. Then I slowly paced my hand on top of his now magenta colored palm. The light almost automatically bloomed. I squinted my eyes and tried to make out Bucky's expression. He was looking at me with the most warming smile. When the light died down our hands were laced together.

I unlatched my fingers and looked at my palm. It was still black.... then white! I giggled and bounced on my toes still staring at the color. Then it changed into pink. Pink is a color that's hard to explain. It's like love but more. It's a need, a craving desire to hold their partner close to them and to be with them forever. Pink is an everlasting bond of love that few get. My eyes flickered up to his, he was looking intently at me with that desire. Not the lust worthy type of desire but pink desire. His hand was pink too.

I dropped mine to the side and looked at him, inching closer and closer. Until he pulled me in himself. The kiss was like the Fourth of July, sparks flew in my mind. He wrapped both of his arms around the bottom of my back to keep me close. While I had mine wrapped in his hair, pushing his head into mine. We gasped for air but never stopped. The kiss was...

Pink.

When we finally disconnected, I led him to one of the open tables and sat with him. I asked him about everything, and he did as well. I asked him if it always flashed between colors. He explained that it would usually just show the colors darker than usual but when I got closer the black would flash. "It scared me. I thought you were hurt. But when I saw you yesterday I knew automatically."

"Heh, wish I did." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on my lips once more and kept our foreheads close, "Don't be so down on yourself doll." "I know I know... I'm just upset you had to see me like that for the first time." He leaned back but kept his hand on mine. "What were you crying about darling?"

"Well... I just kept seeing people meeting and falling in love together all day I couldn't take it, and when your friends were all looking at me I felt like an idiot."

"I understand, and I'm sorry about them. We were all just a so confused about my hand and well I saw you and couldn't look away so they all looked too. Don't worry I'll beat them all up for staring, doll."

I laughed and squeezed his hand. His hand turned orange(worry). "What's going on in there?" He says poking my forehead, causing me to laugh again. But then it died down and I looked back up at him. "You won't leave me right?" "Of course not doll! Why would you think I would?" "Because.. because I've dated before. They all left because of that stupid conspiracy theory about the broken hearted...' those who stick around to date one will soon die the same death of their past life soul mate'" I say mimicking a website.

Bucky stands up and walks over to me, making me stand up too, "I will never leave you y/n. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever."

In that moment I didn't know what else to do so I kissed him again. And again.

"I think I'm in love with you Bucky Barnes." "I think I just may be in love with you too doll."

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Hope you guys like this! It’s my first Bucky x reader fluff fic! Please give me any feedback that could help a writer out! xoxo :)

When you've been ranting about Bucky Barnes for a good hour and they ask who he is:

Shattered Glass Epilogue

Ship: Bucky Barnes X Reader 

Warnings: fluffy stuff m8′s

Summary: You and Bucky have been together for three years now, you don’t understand how he could break your heart the way he did when you found him in your bed, but not alone.

Bucky sat in the the living room area in the tower looking Grimm.

Steve walked in and squeezed his shoulder. "Hey Buck. We have a mission to go to soon, are you ready?"

Bucky look up and breaks a weary smile, getting up and nodding at Steve.

The mission was a crazy one. The avengers was in a broken town in search of a piece of equipment that Hydra was on their way to get.

Steve and Bucky were running the street and beating every soldier that held a gun in their direction.

"Please! Help me!"

A small voice caught Bucky's attention in a small alley way.

Bucky gave Steve a glance and he nodded for him to go.

Bucky entered the dark path and found a little girl hiding under a table with a soldier aiming a gun at her.

He quickly slid into action throwing the man down the alley and shooting him.

After handling the man, Bucky turned to the girl and held his hand out to her. She looked like she was at least 6. 'So young' he thought.

"Please..." the girl got out and took Bucky's hand. He smiled at her and knelt down.

"Hello there doll. What's your name?"

"Ayanna." She whispered out.

Bucky's eyes widened and remembered where he was.

"That's a pretty name, Ayanna. Where's your family?"

She frowns and looks down, "I don't have a family...a-and I don't need one! I'm strong!"

Bucky smiled at the girl and lifted her up into her arms.

"I'll take you back to the home of the avengers, you will be safe there, okay?" The girl nods and grips onto Bucky's shirt as he runs back to the quinjet.

Clint stares at Bucky and questions why he has a little girl in his arms.

Bucky explains to him the situation and Clint nods.

Bucky has a little girl he wants to take care of and he will put her above anything.

One reason Bucky took such a feeling of joy towards her was because she had the same spite as you. He couldn't just leave her behind like that.

Bucky had taken her to the tower and gave her a bed and food. The girl was shaken up and it was obvious that she hadn't had a family since she was a baby. Bucky asked her if she wanted to stay and Ayanna said yes without hesitation.

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"Bucky! Where's y/n?" Ayanna calls out to her father figure as he walks out of the gym.

He squats down in front of her and smiles, "Hey doll, y/n is up in the kitchen baking."

Ayanna breaks into a wide grin and grabs Bucky's hand, pulling him towards the kitchen. "Come on then! I know you want some of her cookies!"

Bucky laughs and follows Ayanna up the stairs.

Up in the kitchen you stand in a pair of fuzzy pajama pants which Ayanna came clinging to in seconds. "Whatcha making y/n! It smells delicious!" You look down startled at the sudden grip and laugh.

"I'm baking brownies. Hey Ayanna, have you seen Bucky?"

Ayanna stands up and points at Bucky who was leaning against the counter with his head resting on his fist.

"Hey doll. You were looking for me?"

You feel your cheeks burn and laugh slightly, "Yeah, I uh... wanted you to taste this batter!"

Ayanna pouts and crosses her arms, "can't I taste it?"

You scoop a piece of chocolate batter and let her taste it.

Ayanna starts skipping to the couches with joy. "Thank you! That was delicious! It may not be your famous cookies but they are amazing!"

Leaving you with Bucky.

"So doll, I was thinking since it's been a month of our renewed relationship, I would like to take you out on an amazing date tonight!"

You turn and face Bucky and smile, but it quickly fades. You walk over to Bucky and wrap your arms around his waist.

"Promise me something?"

Bucky looks at you and rests his arms around you as well,

"What is it doll?"

You let go and look into the soldiers eyes. "Be loyal to me."

Bucky frowns and tightens you back into the hug.

"I will always be loyal to you doll."

You lean yourself into his shoulder and push yourself closer to him.

"I think it's because I'm so in love with you, I can never let you go."

You lean back and then forwards to place a soft kiss onto Bucky's lips.

"I'd love to go on a date then." You say searching his face for his emotions. He quickly shows a giant grin and spins you around in his embrace.

When he finally placed you down you turn to your brownies and place a piece in your mouth. "I'm in love you with you too Bucky Barnes."

You turn to Bucky once more and he's staring at you in awe. He starts to walk closer and you quickly spray some whip cream on his nose. Causing him to laugh and chase you around the building, dodging every piece of Tony's expensive furniture.

When he got a hold of the whip cream Ayanna decides to join the chase and make the biggest mess in the kitchen.

You were like a little family.

And that meant everything to Bucky.

By the time the race was over and the room was clean Ayanna was sound asleep on the couch.

Bucky grins at her and kisses her forehead before placing a blanket over her.

He was about to see what you were up to once again when he turned to see you sound asleep on the couch in seconds.

He chuckles to himself and lays next to you, pulling you to rest on his chest.

Bucky took in his view of your sleeping face, a small smile was on your lips. You must of been having a good dream, Bucky wouldn't want to wake you up, taking you away from the experience. He simply kisses your forehead and brings another blanket up and over the both of you.

Bucky fell asleep in minutes feeling your warmth.

He swore to himself that he'd never leave your side again. He thought that the last time he'd ever see you like this would be before you caught him with another girl. He thought he'd never be close to you again.

Bucky never knew what was going through his head the days he'd meet up with that girl, but he knows that he hates every second he thinks about it.

But he doesn't need to think about it anymore, because he has everything he wants right in front of him.

His girl and a daughter, and that's all he needs right now.

He plans on slipping a ring on your finger one day, when he knows you're ready.

Bucky breaks his thought when he hears Ayanna sit up.

"Bucky I had a bad dream..."

Bucky nods for her to come lay next to him and she happily agrees.

She leans into Bucky and falls back asleep.

Sooner or later, Bucky did the same.

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Drunken Rambles, Sober thoughts.

Ship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are old childhood friends who enter each others lives again, only to work together. Everything went smoothly, you were best friends again. But, after a couple drinks jealousy brews in his heart.

words: 1,646 

A/N: I wrote this not that long ago but I didn’t fully proof read if there was mistakes but I am way too tired to do that so here this is. Don’t question the tellytubby part it was really late XP

You and Bucky Barnes have been best friends since you were children.

After high school had ended you tried to keep in contact but that failed.

Little did you know that you'd be meeting up with the man himself again when you got a job at the avengers tower.

You worked as a scientist there besides tony and Bruce. You'd also help patch up the team. That's all you knew about though. You never really thought that The winter soldier was Bucky Barnes. So when you saw him again that day, your world became brighter.

"Ms. Y/l/n  how are you?" You here from behind you as you are making your way towards the tower. You spin around to see Tony Stark himself.

"Mr. Stark! It's so great to see you again!"

"Please y/n darling, call me Tony."

"Oh yes! Tony! Well I'm on my way up!"

He chuckles and looks down at your single bag of luggage. "Is that all you brought?"

You follow his eyes to the bag and left out a shy laugh, "It's all I need."

Tony laughs and takes the bag from your hands, and walks you into the tower.

The place was so big and so bright, you were almost scared.

"Please, follow Pepper she will lead you to your room." Snapping back to reality to turn back to Tony and see him and a beautiful blonde women.

"Hi! I'm pepper! Please come with me!"

You nod and go with her, the both of you go up a single stair case that leads to a hall way. You look at each door as you pass and realize that you were going to be placed in the same hall as the rest of the team.

You squeal to yourself as you get closer to your door.

Pepper tells you all about the hand scanner to get in and explains about friday the helpful AI in the building.

You thank her and go inside. Finally alone, you plop yourself into your bed. "I think I'm gonna like it here."

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After unpacking the small amount of things you have you make your way out and into to lounge area to see if you can meet some of the team.

There on the couch sat three people, who seemed to be in a heated debate about something serious. "Yeah but what if we were in the world!"a spiky haired man says

"Honestly Clint I want to deck you right now." A stunning red head says

"Guys guys listen!" Captain America himself shouts "if we were in the Teletubby world you'd go nuts!"

You giggle to yourself, causing the team to look over in embarrassment.

You walk over only to automatically be greeted by the tall blonde. "Oh hi! Y-you must be the new scientist here? I'm sorry you had to hear that! Steve Rogers." He says taking a firm grip to your hand.

The other two nod and say their names as well.

"Well is nice to meet you all! My name is y/n y/l/n."

You hear a small slam from behind you. You turn around quickly to see a tall brunet looking at you with hope in his eyes. You glance down to see a discarded book on the floor, he must have dropped it.

"Y/n? Is that really you?"

You tilt your head walking closer to him, you examine his face and feel your eyes water up.

"Bucky!" You fling yourself into his arms and he spins you around. "Oh my god doll! It's been so long!" He places you down then crosses his arms. "How come I didn't hear from you?!"

You match his pose and look right back at him, "it's kind of hard to contact a super soldier."

His face tints red as you hear a coughing from behind you.

The team stares at the two of you looking for a story. Which Bucky always tells best.

"Guys, this is my bestfriend in the whole world. No offense Stevie you're still there too."

Steve clutches his chest and pretends to fall down.

Bucky explains the story with delight as you gaze upon him He's changed so much.

After he finished you checked your watch and stood up quickly. "Oh my god I have to go!"

Bucky looks towards you with an alarmed look on his face. "What's wrong doll?"

"I need to get to the lab." You say grabbing your bag and making your way to the door. You feel a slight tug on your shoulder and stop. "Well y/n, I can be your hall pass. Let me take you."

You let out a sigh of relief and follow him towards the lab. This is going to be great.

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You've been working with the team for a while now. Everything is going great!

The group of you sit in a circle playing never have I ever, drunkenly.

"Nev-never have I ever kissed someone recently." Tony says like a child

You chuckle and put a finger down, you feel all eyes on you.

"Ooooo y/n! Tell ussss!" Wanda slurs

"Hehe okayyy. Well! It was this cute boy!"

All the girls in the room 'ooo' and the guys fake a gag. Except Bucky, he had his stare right on you.

"What was his nammmmeeee?" Natasha begs

"Alex! But mehh he wasn't good in bed... shhhh."

The team all gasp and giggle like a bunch of toddlers.

"Alright alright! My turn!" Sam yells "never have I ever had a secret crush!"

Most of the teams fingers goes down, all except yours. They all give you 'mhm liar' looks.

"What?"

"You have a secret crush doll." Steve says smirking.

"Well... it's not so secret though."

Bucky face heats up and he looks away.

"I bet it's on that alex kid!" Natasha says whispering very loudly.

"What! Shhhhh!"

Next thing you know it Bucky is up and out of the room.

You glare at Natasha before getting up and following him.

"Buckyy?" You say stumbling through the halls.

You feel yourself trip, not sure what over but you were falling. Then, you weren't. You felt a strong grasp around your waist.

You smirk up and the blue eyes man as he frowns down at you. "Bucky! You saved me!" He stands you up straight and starts to leave again

"Where are you going though?" You say sounding like a crying puppy.

He sighs and turns around "Y/n you're drunk. Go to bed."

"But whyyy? I want to be with my bestfriend!" He stiffens and walks back over to you.

"Doll... I can't fight you right now, go to bed."

You frown and look into his eyes, you step closer and start tracing his chest. "Y/n! What are you doing?"

"I just...my secret crush is on you... but I didn't tell you that!"

You say stepping away with your hands up. Bucky frowns, groaning. "What? You don't like me?" You says placing your hands on your cheeks.

He automatically straightens up and marches over to you, holding your sides once again. "No doll, it's not that..." You slide your arms up and around his neck, draping them over his shoulders.

"Then what is it?" You whisper

"Doll, you're killing me right now."

You gasp dramatically and sit on the ground. "I am?"

Bucky chuckles and picks you up, carrying you bridal style in your arms. "Come on doll, I'm tucking you in."

You yawn out a yay and pass out in his arms.

He looks down at your sleeping figure and smiles warmly. "She likes me..."

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The next morning you wake up to the smell of pancakes and bacon, and a pounding headache on the side.

You look over to see a note with water and an Advil. You pick up the note and read it. "I'm not sure if you remember last night doll, but you had a lot of fun. I loved listening to all your stories. Please meet me on the roof."

You smile recognizing the hand writing and try to remember the night before.

Then it hit you.

"Oh." You sit up quick. "Oh god no."

You get up and dressed, rushing out to the roof.

There sat bucky at a small table , he had two plates of breakfast in front of him.

When he finally looks over to you he chuckles. "Good morning doll."

You hesitantly make your way over and sit in front of Bucky.

After a few moments of silence you finally speak up. "Look. I know what I said last night but if you don't feel that way can we just act like it never happened?"

Bucky looks back over to you with that alarmed look again and takes hold of your hands. "No no no doll! Listen."

You relax slightly and look into those eyes of his. "Last night was amazing, I'm glad you said that to me. It took me every bone in my body to not kiss you right then and there!"

Your cheeks turn pink and you look away, taking your hand back and putting them on your face. Bucky stands up and walks around and over to you. He takes your hands from your face and stands you up.

"But I don't like you y/n"

You feel your heart pang, you search his face for answers. So many questions flew in your head. "What? But you just said-"

"I'm in love with you doll."

You stare at him in shock. "You. Love. Me?"

He laughs and pulls you closer. You can feel the hunger on his lips.

"Since the day I met you y/n."

You laugh and look down. You feel his cold fingers lift your head back up. His smile now a serious look, he was almost searching your face. "Can I kiss you?" You catch your breath and nod.

He grins and leans in, taking your lips with his. You felt your soul intertwine with his.

Why hadn't the two of you done this already? "Doll I'm sorry this took me so long."

You shush him and kiss him again before pulling back. "I love you too you dope."

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You think you’re so cool

Ship: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: There’s curse words and mentions of sex

Summary: Reader is in college with three roommates. Bucky Barnes is one of her sweet but rude roommates.

A/N: I don’t think smoking is the best option so I suggest that y’all should quit!! You can if you want but I want everyone to be healthy and safe! I don’t own this gif! Also I did not proof read this so i’d like to apologize. this may not be the best, I just felt like writing and I wanted to post something.

You finally got accepted to the college of your choice, it wasn't the number one choice but you were still happy you got in.

Worrying about classes was your main focus, your second focus was on who your dorm mates were gonna be.

This college doesn't seem to mind the fact that they're allowing boys, girls, or whatever the person chooses to be, dorm together.

Most people are happy about this, the sex craved fanatics and maybe the people who just genuinely like hanging out with their opposite sex better.

All you want is to pass. You've just been passing most of your educational life.

You were told that you'd be getting three other roommates, two boys and one girl. Their names are James Buchanan Barnes, Steve Grant Rogers, and Natalia Alianovna Romanova.

"All of their names seems to have such a nice ring to it" you mumble to your self, staring down at the sheet of paper handed to you at the front desk of your dorm.

You finally found your room, 122.

You struggled to unlock the door for a bit but when you finally did it revealed a nearly empty living room. It had some boxes on the couch and the TV left on.

You smiled and let yourself in.

"You must be y/n."  There stood a rather attractive red head. She had a warm smile on her face as she made her way over to you, holding her hand out.

You quickly placed your bag down and shook her hand, "That's me! You must be Natalia?"

She slightly cringed at the sound of her name and shook her head, "Please, call me Natasha. Natalia is way too formal for my liking."

You nodded and lifted your bag back up. "Is anyone else here yet?"

Natasha went back to a box on the floor and nodded toward one of the rooms, "Steve. He's in the second room down. I took the first."

"Okay thanks."

She made a clicking noise with her mouth and kept searching through her box.

You decided to head to your room seeing that Steve's door was shut. You took the last room of the four.

You noticed there was only one bathroom, hopefully that won't be an issue.

You started to unpack your bag, taking in your new room. Then you heard a small knock on your open door.

You quickly turned to see a very handsome fit man, he was way taller than you and had dirty blonde short hair.

"Hey, I didn't mean to scare you! I'm Steve!" He said taking you into a hug.

You laughed and stepped back a little after the hug, "It's alright! I'm y/n."

He smiled. "I kinda guessed so.."

He searched around with his eyes for a bit, you could tell he was shy.

"Alright well, I just wanted to stop by and say hi. I hope we get along, I'll see you!"

and with that he went back into his room.

It only took about 20 minutes for you to unpack all your clothes, you had enough to make it look like you don't over wear the same clothes for the whole year.

You decided to keep most of your toiletries in your room so no one takes them.

You heard movement from the third room and looked out to Natasha in the living room.

"Is James here?"

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "He walked in, said 'sup' then kept walking." She said mimicking him.

You looked over at Steve and he had a sorry look on his face, "Don't take offence by it. He's always been like this."

You sat next to Steve. "You know him?"

Steve replaced his upset look with a happy one, "I grew up with the punk, he's basically my brother."

"Oh, it's nice that you get to room with him."

Steve nodded, "yeah!"

Then James' door swung open, "Talking about me punk?"

He had his eyes trained on Steve.

"I'm just telling these lovely ladies not to worry about your rather rude entrance."

He scoffed and plopped on the other side of Steve, he hasn't even glanced at you.

"So you must be James then?"

He sat up and finally looked at you. He seems like he's caught at the throat.

Steve nudges his shoulder, "Don't call me that." was all that came out.

Steve gapes at him then looks at you. "What he means to say is that he'd like you to call him Bucky."

"hm, Bucky. Okay!" You say standing up and going right in front of him, holding your hand out.

He stared at your hand for at moment then looked back up at you.

"I'm y/n."

He slowly took your hand, then quickly took it back. looking away.

He got up, pushing past you and went to his room again.

"That was tense.." Natasha says under her breath.

She finally picks up her belongings and brings them into the kitchen. You stand there in thought for a moment when Steve finally speaks up.

"Please don't think too badly of him. I can tell he likes you, he just isn't good with words."

When you didn't respond he got up and went into the kitchen.

You decided to call it a day since the ride out here was pretty tiring. When you shut your door the sound of soft rock started playing through your wall.  You knew it was coming from Bucky's room. You threw a pillow over your head and fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up to the scent of breakfast. You decided to follow the smell, dragging yourself out of bed. You honestly don't care what you look like.

You checked the time. 7:00am. You're surprised that anyone is up, including yourself.

When you finally got into the kitchen you saw a very shirtless Bucky Barnes leaning over some french toast.

He looked up at you and smiled at your sleepiness. "Grab some while it's hot."

You nodded thanking him and grabbed two from the stack.

You kept seeing him glance up at you. "What?"

He finally caught your eyes, "Why're you up so early?"

You pointed at the food, "This smelled amazing I couldn't just go back to sleep."

He laughed at looked back down, "I don't hate you..."

You tilted your head, "Thank you?"

"I just mean, most people think I hate them. So I just want to let you know."

You smiled and placed your hand on his. "Thank you for telling me Buck."

You glanced at his hand then at you, before pulling it away and threading it through his short brown hair.

As you finished up you noticed that Bucky had finished way before you did.

"Want me to take your plate?"

He jumped at your words and handed you his plate, "Yes, thanks."

You washed both plates and set them away, when you turned around to look at Bucky he was gone.

Two months have passed since you met everyone. One person in particular has been way too comfortable with everyone. Bucky has been rude and dismissive to you since you shared breakfast with him. He leaves all his garbage laying around for others to pick up and constantly brings home girls to screw around with when you're trying to sleep or study.

One day after getting home from class you found him sitting on the front porch with a cigarette between his lips. You can't lie, Bucky Barnes is attractive, but he was also a pain in the ass.

As you got closer you spoke up, "I'm surprised you're out here and not smoking up your room."

He didn't look at you, but he mumbled back. "Steve said he was sick of the smell."

His eyes stayed on the grass. You can tell Steve had yelled at him because he wouldn't be out here if he hadn't.

You felt a breeze and noticed that there was a bunch of recent cigarette bud on the floor. Bucky shivered.

You frowned and went inside. You saw Steve on the couch, frowning to himself, his hair is also a mess.

You went into Bucky's room and grabbed him leather jacket and headed back outside.

He looked like he hasn't moved an inch. You slowly placed his coat around his shoulders and he lightly jumped and looked at you. Noticing it was you he went back to staring at the ground.

You went to walk away and he grabbed your hand, "Please.. sit with me?"

You couldn't say no so you sat next to him.

"How is he in there?"

"He's sitting on the couch, he seems upset.. What happened?"

He grimaces and takes another whip at his bud. "He screamed at me for the millionth time... Guess he's sick of me."

You quickly place your hand on his arm, "I don't think Steve could ever be sick of you Buck."

"Why are you so nice to me y/n?"

You took your hand away and he gently took it. Captivating you.

"Why would I be mean?"

"because I'm an asshole." he says letting you go.

The two of you sat there silently until he pulled you closer to him.

"Hey, light me another one?"

You frowned as you watched him place a new cigarette in his mouth, handing you the lighter.

"Haven't you had enough?"

He gazed at you and led your hand to his bud. Helping you light it.

"This is the last one I'll have ever. I've gotta make it special doll."

You smiled at him and leaned your head on his shoulder. Then you felt his breath on your face.

"Let me take you to my room tonight doll..."

You quickly stood up, "What?"

He stood up right in front of you, putting your hair behind your ear.

"Please doll? I know you want me, I've seen your wandering eyes."

You scoff and step back, pointing a finger at him. "I'm not one of your girls that you can just take into your room and fuck Barnes! How dare you?"

He opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt, "It's not like I don't see you bring them home, like I don't hear you!"

he smirks and takes in his last cigarette before chucking it at the ground, stepping on it.

"Do you like hearing it? I bet you love it."

At this point you're fuming at him. "You think you're so cool, don't you? Well you're not! All you do is piss me off, leave your garbage everywhere, and mope around like we all don't care about you!"

He has that smirk still plastered on his face, "You're hot when you're angry doll."

Your jaw drops, "Fuck you, James."

With the sound of his name, his smile drops. Whenever Steve was extremely pissed at him he would use his first name. He has head his first name twice in one night.

"Look doll-"

"No. Enough of this. I'm going to bed." and with that you were marching to the door.

Bucky followed you inside, "Doll! I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me!"

You stopped and turned to him, "You did James, you and your immature mind."

Then you slammed your door shut, leaving Bucky lost and Steve close behind.

Part 2

You Think You’re So cool? (2)

Ship: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: There’s curse words and mentions of sex

Summary: Reader is in college with three roommates. Bucky Barnes is one of her sweet but rude roommates.

A/N: y/f/d=your favorite drink. Also I didn’t proof read again because I’m lazy as shit so I apologize loves. (check bottom after tag for more notes about tagging!!!)

Part 1

You sat in your room hearing Steve scolding Bucky for what must be the second time that night.

Sure you had found Bucky quite handsome and you really wouldn't mind spending the night with him. If only he wasn't such an asshole. You stalked toward your bed and plopped down on it. You heard someone walking down the hall. They stopped for a moment, then You heard Bucky's door slam shut. You shake your head and go underneath your blanket.

There was a light knock on your door. You groaned and put your face into your pillow.

"Who is it?" you said throwing your legs over the side of your bed.

"It's Steve, just want to see if you're okay..."

When you opened the door you noticed that he looked quite disheveled.

"Come in."

He walked in and looked around like he wanted to sit, but chose to awkwardly stand.

"You can sit Steve." you said gesturing towards your bed.

He nodded and sat, looking down at his feet.

"I'm sorry for whatever he did out there y/n."

You sighed and sat next to him, "You do not need to apologize for his actions Steve."

He finally met your eyes. His face looked tired, like he has been studying for hours. His eyes were slightly red and glossy. Like he's been holding in his tears.

"But I feel like I have to y/n. He doesn't suck up to it to do it himself!" he says throwing his hands up.

You place your hand on his back and rub soft circles into it. "I'm okay Steve... Are you?"

In that moment he collapses into your arms, letting out all the held in emotions.

"I'm just sick and tired of having to do this! He's like my brother y/n, seeing him like this, treating himself and everyone else around him like shit is getting to me." he says gesturing towards your wall that connected to Bucky's room.

You pulled him in and let him cry. You and Steve have gotten closer and closer since you met, you pretty much have seen everything. Except crying, this is new.

"Steve listen to me, it's not your fault that he's acting like this. It's not your job to make sure he acts correctly. You need to worry about yourself. Let him realize that he's not always going to have someone being his guardian angel."

Steve sniffles and sits up straight, "It's not that easy y/n. Bucky went out of his way when we were younger to keep me out of trouble, to make sure I was happy when I was sick. I feel like I have to do the same in return."

He stands up and looks in your mirror, fixing himself up. You remember when Steve told you about how he was sick when he was younger. He made Bucky seem like this hero that always stuck by his side.

"You can still look after him Steve, you just don't need to be the one picking up after him."

You stand up and walk towards him, looking at his reflection. Steve truly was a very attractive man. Even right after he cried.

He turned to you, engulfing you in a tight hug. "I'll try doll. Sleep well okay?"

"Will do, love yah Stevie. Goodnight." You said watching him by your door as he walked down the hall to his room.

"Love you too doll, night." he said flashing his signature smile at you.

Just when he closed the door to his room you saw Bucky walking into the kitchen from the living room. He paused for a moment when he saw you. He must've snuck back out when you and Steve were talking. You quickly looked away when he opened his mouth to say something, shutting the door.

You know you're gonna have to talk to him again, but definitely not now.

The next morning when you left your room you noticed Bucky's door was open but he wasn't in there. That usually means he's in the dorm somewhere.

You saw him sitting on the sofa, he had faded black bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess. But, he was sleeping peacefully. You also noticed he was wearing the same exact clothes from the night before.

You cherished this moment and headed straight for the kitchen, making yourself a bowl of cereal. Then you quickly ran back, carefully, to your room.

You ate your food while getting ready for your classes. You stopped caring about looking nice about two weeks into coming here. While putting on your sweatpants, you checked yourself out in your mirror.

"Still got it." You said winking at yourself.

When you left your room your room you made sure to grab your bowl and spoon to take to the kitchen.

With backpack on one shoulder you washed your dish and placed it away as lightly as you could, hoping that you don't awake the beast sleeping on your couch.

Sadly that didn't work for you. The sound of lazy footsteps entered the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes and turned to face the suspect.

You made a tight line with your lips and tried to walk past him, but he raised his arm on the door frame, blocking the exit.

"Let me by Buck." you said dryly.

You wouldn't dare look at his face.

"Talk to me doll."

You've always loved being called doll, whether it was from Steve or Bucky or even Natasha mocking the two fit boys. But this time, you really hate it coming from him.

"Do not call me that, you lost your right to call me that last night." you said finally locking eyes with him.

He looked so tired, and broken. It even made you slightly frown. But you quickly recovered.

He looked taken back for a moment. "Doll please-"

"James I said no. Now let me go, I have class."

Stepping away, he gazed softly at you.

You glared at him while angrily stomping by. "We can talk when I want to, and currently I don't even want to look at you."

You heard him say a light "Okay..." when you made your way to the door, closing it behind you.

You wanted to slam it but you know that people want to sleep at 8:00 am on a Monday.

When class ended you headed your way to the cafe, you were in dire need of your favorite cup of y/f/d.

You ordered and saw Nat sitting in a booth sipping a cup of coffee. She looked like she didn't get much sleep either. But lets be honest, no one gets any sleep for school.

You walked over and plopped down across from her, startling her slightly.

"Jesus y/n, you didn't have to sit that aggressively."

You placed your head on the table and groaned. She tilted her head at you.

"Rough day?"

You chuckled and sat up straight, grabbing your cup.

Before taking a sip you speak up, "Rough week, rough month, rough year, rough life, rou-"

"Okay darling I get it, what's bothering you?"

"Bucky." you sighed.

She looked to you to continue. You explained what had happened and she got angrier with each word.

"You shouldn't have to deal with that! Do you want me to kill him?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "It's okay Nat, I'll let you know on that though."

The two of you sat together chatting before you realized that it was 12:00 already.

You both headed back to the dorm together, you had completely forgot about Bucky in that moment. That was until you entered your dorm and heard the sound of loud moaning coming from his very room. Steve sat on the couch with his tablet in hand and headphones blasting presumably an audio book.

When he saw the two of you he quickly paused his story before standing up and shooing you both back outside, closing the door behind him.

"You shouldn't have to listen to that, lets all sit out here."

You were on fire. Anger was coursing through your veins.

"I shouldn't have to be kicked out of my own dorm so he can fuck some bimbo, Steve!"

Steve was speechless, you've never had to raise your voice at him before.

"I don't mean to yell at you but I'm fucking pissed!"

You push past him, swinging the door open. Making as much noise as possible.

You hear the moans stop when the front door slammed, Natasha's doing.

You stomp into your room and slam your own door. The feeling of satisfaction rushes over you at the sound of it.

You can hear the girl Bucky has arguing with him through your wall.

'You said no one would be here!'

'I didn't think they'd be back so soon... we can finish.'

'ugh! I'm leaving!'

You couldn't make out what else they were saying  but then suddenly you heard a very loud, "You can't even call me by my name! I hope this y/n makes you happy! PIG!"

Then the door slammed once again.

Your face was painted pink. You found yourself laughing, then crying.

Your phone buzzed, it was Nat.

-"I'd stay in your room sweetie."

--"Wasn't planning on leaving :("

---"text me if you need anything."

you sigh and slide down your wall.

"I guess I'm hiding."

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part 3

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Love is blind- Loki

Summary: You join an experiment for Shield Corp’s new dating app. You must see if you can find the one to spend your life with sight unseen. Your heart is set on Loki, but will your differences outweigh your love? Will you stand at the alter and say I DO? 

Pairing: Loki X Reader (Plus Size) 

Warnings: Talk of grief, Fluff, Eventual smut, Mutual pining, some angst.

Chapter 1:

               “Is love blind, can an emotional connection be strong enough to last a lifetime? Over the course of this experiment, we hope to not only find the answer. Over the next 2 weeks the 14 of you in this room will be dating 14 other individuals in another section of the estate but will never see their faces. That is until you find the one you think is your perfect match, get a proposal, AND a yes.” Nick Fury stood imposingly in front of the group of women, while his colleague Maria Hill was giving us a hopeful smile. “Are you ladies ready to meet your potential husbands?” Fury smirked at all of us like a cat does a mouse. And I couldn’t help but question what I had gotten myself into.

                 Six months ago, I lost my dad. He was my best friend and the person I could always rely on. My mom was devastated, he was her other half. I’ve never seen a connection like theirs anywhere else, they understood everything the other needed without question. They moved as one and finished each other’s sentences, they made it look so effortless. I’ve spent my whole life looking for that connection, my equal who will understand me completely.

In today’s world of “dating” apps where love = dick pics and messy one night stands that end in you being ghosted, my view on love isn’t exactly the standard anymore. It doesn’t help either that most of the guys are superficial pigs who neg woman for their skin color, fashion sense and most commonly, their size. As a size 22, I’m not exactly what most go for. I can’t count the number of comments I’ve received over the years on dates. “Don’t worry, you’ll lose the weight”, “You’d be so pretty if you just ate a salad”, “You looked smaller in your pics, stop fishing using angles.”

Fuck them! My diet is balanced, and I do cardio and strength training. I’m just curvy. Not my fault that they can’t handle all I have to give. I love my body, now I just need to meet the man who can handle all of me. And that’s when I got the ad, an email from the ShieldsDown app, the dating app made by Shield Corp. designed for serious relationships only. I had applied and was pending approval, only to get an invitation to participate in their latest experiment. Why not? Let’s just hope I don’t get my heart broken; a gal can only take so much. I smiled at the screen as I press accept.

               Now I’m one in a room of 14 beautiful women, all shapes, sizes, and shades, all awaiting the green light to enter their pods. Some of them seem great, like my roommate Nat, a beautiful red head with a light creamy complexion, she has a slight accent, but I can’t place it. Then there’s Pepper, a gorgeous and very thin woman dressed in designer clothing, such an elegant poise to her. A few others seemed nice enough, a young red head named Wanda, an enchanting woman with mocha skin, a shaved head and serious expression named Okoye, those are just a few that I’ve bonded with. But not everyone is very supportive of the “competition” as some put it. One being a blonde girl next door type named Sharon, her face is pretty, and her hair is a nice style, but her personality is so toxic. I’m already done with her, and we only met 4 hours ago.

               A buzzer sounded and the lights by our doors turned green, signaling that our pods were ready for our first dates. I turned to my new friends and looked them each in the eye with a nervous smile. Wanda looked excited, Nat looked bored, and Pepper was so nervous she was wiping her palms on her Gucci pantsuit.

“Good luck ladies” I forced passed the lump in my throat as I opened the door to my future.  “Wish me luck Daddy, I think this is it.”

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               “Hello Darling, who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” a smooth silky monotone voice greeted me. I couldn’t help the flush rising in my cheek.

God, why did the first one have to be British? I love accents! I can already feel my knees getting weaker. SHIT!! How long has it been since he spoke? Get it together Y/N!

“Y/N, and the gentleman with the delicious accent would be?” I replied, grateful that my voice wasn’t as shaky as my legs.

I heard a deep chuckle from the other side of the wall. “Loki darling, a pleasure.”

Inspecting the room as a distraction, I realized it only contained a large sofa and a coffee table, both facing a wall with a light up blue stained-glass wall with a speaker on each side. I got settled in while I asked him about his room, to which he replied with similar descriptions. After that topic was used up an awkward silence started to creep in.

“Ok, I’ll just say what we are both thinking. This is weird.” I break the tense silence and hear another chuckle. “Admit it, it’s true. I mean we are talking through speakers near a wall to a Stanger, who may or may not be our spouse in one month.”

“It is quite odd, never really thought this would be how I’d find my partner. Or that I’d even get a say.” The last sentence was almost mumbled, as if it was an after thought spoken aloud.

“Wait, so is your family into arranged marriages, is that what I’m hearing?”

“Technically yes, the only exception being that my parents, well adopted parents, chose each other. So, they felt like it was fate that they were paired together.” His voice sounded so wistful when he spoke about them, you couldn’t help but pick up on certain things.

“You lost them.” It wasn’t a question, he spoke about them with a love and sadness that you understood completely, the same way you sounded when you talked about your dad. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

There was a stunned pause, “How?” he questioned. “You too.” In that moment he felt at ease, someone else understood his pain. They didn’t pity him for his loss, they just felt a shared pain of their own.

“Yeah, my dad. He passed back in July.” The tears were falling silently down your face. You laughed the pain away. “And this is why I suck at dating! First 5 minutes and I’m talking about death. So romantic.” He laughs with you, “I think the blame for this interesting turn of conversation rests on both of us Darling, not just you. And as far as death, I’ve delt with my fair share of loss. When opening up to someone it’s inevitable that the topic with take a grim turn at some point. I rather like that we got it out of the way early on.” I could almost feel his warm smile as he spoke to me.

               Over the next hour we stayed on lighter topics, do we have any siblings, our favorite subjects from school, and even most played song this year. Loki has one brother and one sister, both his father’s biological children, but the oldest, Hela, was from a previous marriage. Loki’s favorite subjects were English, theatre and music, very unsurprising as he seems highly educated and elegant in his speech. His most played song, however, was very surprising. Hank Williams’ Hey Good Lookin, which I got a rendition of as proof. He even makes my southern accent sound sexy, damn.

               We were interrupted by the buzzer and red light near our separate exits. I let out an involuntary sigh, my disappointment evident.

“I don’t want to leave either Darling, but rest assured you will be hearing from me again. Very soon.” Loki smiled at the glass on his side.

A smile light up my face, “If we must. I fear I may be bored until then Loki, so try to make it quick.” Our light banter coming naturally as if we had known each other for years instead of minutes.”

“Until then darling.” He heard the click of her door closing and with that sound his heart sealing on her. His Y/N, she was the one. He just knew it. Mother help him, is this how Odin felt when he met Frigga? If so, he understood why his father made the nine realms bow to him to keep her safe. He would do anything for this witty, energetic, and enchanting woman, and he had yet to even see her face.

Love is Blind- Loki

Chapter 2:

Summery: You join an experiment for Shield Corp’s new dating app. You must see if you can find the one to spend your life with sight unseen. Your heart is set on Loki, but will your differences outweigh your love? Will you stand at the alter and say I DO? 

Pairing: Loki X Reader (Plus Size) 

Warnings: Talk of grief, Fluff, Eventual smut, Mutual pining, some angst.

The procession went on after I left Loki, I visited 6 more pods that day and spoke to some interesting characters. One was a timid man with a quite nature named Bruce, I had a feeling he wasn’t quite what he portrays himself to be, that there’s a great deal beneath those still waters. There were a few other that I couldn’t connect with. Tony, the narcissist who talked a great deal about physical appearance, highly unlikely to be a match there. Scott was another one, very energetic and friendly, but also reckless, he told me stories of his misspent youth. I prefer certainty and planning out my life instead of rolling the dice. Another one was Thor, who turned out to be Loki’s brother, seemed friendly and once I mentioned Loki he opened and even encouraged me to nourish that connection. I could feel the love and concern for Loki in his voice, it made me long for a sibling of my own, maybe Thor will be that for me as well. The other two weren’t really that interesting, nothing stood out to me other than Peter, the one who yelled at me for never having seen Footloose, the “greatest movie of all time”, and Clint, who was very neutral, only talking to me like you would a coworker, he even called me “bro”. 

 Finally, round one of the pods was over, having talked to 7 of the 14 men the ladies were all abuzz with gossip. I wasn’t really one for girl talk so I sat next to my new friends with a mug of warm chai tea. 

 Nat went on and on about Clint, she was drawn to his brash humor and reserved nature. They seemed like a good pair to be honest. 

 Pepper was complaining about Tony, his slightly sexist comments and innuendos were irking her, and she just couldn’t seem to shake him out of her mind. If I was a betting woman, I’d say those two are either getting married by the end of this or, more likely, getting engaged just to have intense hate sex and then crash and burn. Either way, there are in for a ride for sure. 

 Wanda blushingly gushed about a sweet man named Vis, drawn to his kind energy and somewhat gullible nature. I decided to take my visit with him to fish for his feelings for Wanda, I’m not the kind to stab another woman in the back, us girls gotta stick together, especially in here. 

 A cackle echoed through the room from a group of women in the other corner. Their loud comments as clear as if they were right next to me. 

 “He just sounds so perfect, like one of those gentlemen in the 40’s or 50’s who provide everything for their wife. I’d love to be spoiled and pampered.” Sharon’s annoyingly gushed. 

 Figures the self-centered one would want a man to dote on her hand and foot. God, I feel for that poor sap named Steve. 

 The group slowly dispersed to their separate suites, Nat and Y/n leaving next to last and going to their individual rooms.

 ———-

 The next morning Y/n woke up bright and early, very unlike her, excited for day two of the introductions. Dressed in denim shorts and a flowery top with cold shoulders, hair thrown up in a cute messy bun and a pair of tie-dye classic Reebok shoes. Finishing the look are your dark framed glasses. 

 The rest of the morning went by in a blur or excitement and stress from all the girls. Breakfast was practically inhaled off the island, and the coffee pods were almost empty, guess not many people slept well. Finally, all the women arrived at their first pods of the day, the lights turn green, and they all open their doors. 

 I enter the pod to hear a scratching sound. My brows scrunch in confusion. There is no other sound, just the scratching and maybe a shuffling of paper. 

 “Hello?” The scratching sound immediately stops, and a throat clears before I hear a rich deep voice reply.

 “Hello ma’am, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Steve.” His voice is deep but hesitant, almost shy, or embarrassed.

“So, you’re the one half the ladies are fussing over. Tell me mister popular, what’s your deal? How did you charm practically every woman you’ve talked to so far?” I teased.

 “Frankly?” He responded with a chuckle,” I have no clue. I just talked to them, asked them about themselves. The usual questions about family, job, hobbies. I’ve never been the pickup lines kind of guy.” 

 “Ok, I respect that. Smooth snarky comments aren’t everything, they often are used just to hide one’s own insecurities.” I looked down at my waist, remembering how I used to feel growing up being the “big” girl that no guys showed interest in. “I been guilty of that myself quite often.”

 “I know a little something about those too. I just prefer the honest route. I was the scrawny kid who had a mouth on him, didn’t know when to back down. Then I joined the army, got in shape, and ended up opening my own gym run by Veterans like myself. Even now, when I look in the mirror all I see is the tiny version of me that I hated.” There was a notable heavy pause. “Sorry, you probably have no idea what I’m going on about.” He tried to laugh off the awkward tension. 

 “Actually, I do know. I’m not, nor have I ever been tiny. The exact opposite in fact. I used to look in the mirror and I remember asking myself why I was so big, no matter how much I watch my diet, how many miles I ran, how much I could lift, I couldn’t get any smaller. I just would cry myself to sleep wondering why I didn’t look like everyone else.” Silent tears flow down my face, my voice trembling slightly. “But I realized that that was never in the cards for me. I kept a balanced diet and exercise, but I don’t care how many pounds are on the scale or how many x’s are before the word large on my clothes. I’m happy with the way I look, and I love myself. That’s what really matters.” 

 “You’re amazing.” His voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve changed the way I look entirely, and I still don’t really feel comfortable in my own skin. You were able to do what I never could. “

 “Accept myself?” I asked confused. 

 “Love myself.” He replied sadly. 

 “We’ll just have to work on that then. Won’t we?” I smiled, hopeful that I could help someone else love themselves, just as they are. 

 We went on for the remaining hour discussing our outlets for when we are feeling insecure. Turns out we have a similar love for art, and history. My obsessed monologue about the English monarchies was interrupted by the red light flashing. 

 “And I was just getting to Elizabeth! Well, I guess we’ll just start with her next time.” I huffed in fake agitation. 

 “I’ll remind you where we left off, her “daddy issues” as you called them.” His deep chuckle warming the room. 

 We went our separate ways out of our pods, and I went on to the next feeling hopeful. If I don’t find a husband, at least I’ll be leaving with some great new friends. Knowing no matter what, I love myself.

Love Is Blind Masterlist

Summary: You join an experiment for Shield Corp’s new dating app. You must see if you can find the one to spend your life with sight unseen. Your heart is set on Someone, but will your differences outweigh your love? Will you stand at the alter and say I DO?

Loki-

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Steve-

Tony-

Avengers Masterlist:

Love Is Blind:

Summary: You join an experiment for Shield Corp’s new dating app. You must see if you can find the one to spend your life with sight unseen. Your heart is set on someone, but will your differences outweigh your love? Will you stand at the alter and say I DO?

BABY DEAL:

MUST BE 18+ TO READ

(I’M NOT YOUR MAMA)

Summery: Under the full moon on a bed of rose petals sat a beautiful woman. A woman so desperate she was willing to place an open call into the universe to get the only thing she wanted, a baby. And she was gonna have one at any cost.

Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Plus Size! Reader

Warnings: SMUT, slight dub/con, breeding kink, no protection (cause baby making),

Y/N sat under the light of the moon in the field. Her skin illuminated in contrast to the vibrant red of her babydoll set enhancing her ample curves. Her exposed ass and thick thighs nestled in a pool of rose petals. The flames of red and white candles swaying in the slight breeze with her long dark tresses of curls. In front of her vulnerable form stood a small statue of a fertility goddess on her makeshift alter, along with a knife for sacrifice and a goat horn for masculine energy.

The night was eerily quiet, not a single nocturnal creature daring to stir and interrupt the ritual taking place.

“Bucky, I wish to make an exchange.” Y/n whispered into the night. “My blood for my blood. I crave this gift and know the price. I willingly pay.” She lifts the dagger off the one alter and placed the blades edge to her left palm. She applies presser to cut open her hand. Before even a drop is spilt, the air grew heavy and the flames extinguished themselves.

“Don’t mare suck lovely skin doll.” A rich deep voice whispered into her ear. She felt the rush of warmth at his presence and her mind goes hazy with lust, hardly even noticing him remove the dagger from her grip. A large cold hand was placed on her bare shoulder causing her to shiver in anticipation.

“My gift requires a fair exchange, does it not?” Y/n slowly turns her head to look at the strange entity with a falsely innocent expression. Her breath escapes her as she’s entranced by intense blue eyes, perfectly plump lips perfect for biting and luscious dark locks made for pulling. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, just making her that much happier with her plan.

“Yes doll, but I don’t ask for blood.” A smirk appeared on his face, his eyes showing that he didn’t buy her act one bit. “My price is far more enjoyable, for both of us.”

Hand still on your shoulder, he turns her around to face him fully. His other hand travels up her neck to cup her face as he leans in to tease her. Their lips just a breath apart, eyes locked in a passionate and questioning gaze. “Am I the demon for you doll? Or would you prefer the painful methods of the others?“

“I want you.”

At these words his self restraint snapped. Lips crashing together in an intense kiss, biting lips and tongues battling for dominance. His hands slipping from her shoulders taking the thin straps of her negligee with them. Further down they traveled cupping her now bare breasts, the curves of her stomach and hips, and landing on her ass. Grabbing and kneading her globes, both of them eliciting the most delicious moans and groans either had ever heard.

His lips trailed kisses down her throat and over her collarbone as he lifted her up onto his lap. Her hands reaching up to grab his hair, one hand in his perfect locks and the other grasping his short black horn and guiding his mouth back to her breasts, the rough movement causing him to growl in pleasure. He pushed her hips down onto his covered erection and ground into her dripping mound.

The whine ripping its way up her throat ending in a whimper as he aggressively teased her nipple, rolling the other one with his cold metal fingers. The temperature contrast feeling like heaven and hell were working in tandem to bring her to her peak.

As the pressure built in her the high getting ever closer, she bucked her hips on her own. Wildly thrashing over his bulge to get as much friction as possible, driving him insane, needing her more with every passing second.

“I need to make the deal first doll, payment comes after.” He chuckled, voice strained with lust. His blue eyes blown wide, almost completely pupils with his raw desire.

Y/n whimpered, her hand traveling between their bodies to her soaked core. Her fingers hooked into her tiny panties and ran thru her slick heat. Little gasps and moans slipping between her lips and into his ears, enticing him further towards the edge of his control.

Looking into his eyes, now pure black, y/n stops playing with her slit and ran her fingers over his full lips. He opens them instantly and she slides into his mouth. He sucks them slowly, tongue caressing her. An almost pained moan vibrating against her fingers still sealed by his lips. His hips thrusting more erratic, as her hand still on his horn holds him still why she thrusts her fingers in and out of his mouth, matching the pace of his own thrusts against her.

“I need you.” Y/n whines as she slides her fingers from his mouth, “please fill me daddy. I need it now.” Y/n’s hands caressing his bare chest, nails digging in just enough to cause his eyes to roll back. She rocked her hips and played with her nipples head thrown back moaning loudly into the night.

His attention snapped back to her, wantonly grinding on his dick in ecstasy. Needy and desperate, just how he loved them. The last of his resolve crumbled with the nibbles to his neck as she whimpered.

“Daddy…. please…”.

“Fuck” he growled. Ripping her thin panties off her ass, he laid her back on the pool of rose petals kissing and biting a trail down her torso, over her plump stomach and to the plush mound below. Looking her in the eyes he devoured her greedily, like a starved man in the dessert who found an oasis, the nectar coming from between her perfect thighs. His moans and groans radiating through her quickly drove her to her peak with the most erotic, animalistic noises he had ever heard.

“Fuck…. Daddy!” She came soaking him as he speeds up trying to drink every last drop. When he finally comes up for air his stubble is dark and his face is glistening and flushed.

He sits up and grabs her thighs pulling her swiftly to him, as his pants dissolve before her eyes. Y/n gasps Audibly at the sheer size of him. Having her practically drooling over his cock had him smirking.

“Ready for daddy’s dick babydoll?” He teased in her ear. Her eyes met his as she bit her lip and whimpered.

“Yes Daddy.” He plunged into her in one thrust, knocking the breath out of her. He was merciless in his deep, relentless thrusts. Hitting her sweet spot right away, he had her keening mindlessly at the pleasure consuming her. Her second climax coming so quickly she was blindsided. Soaking his thighs as he continued his animalistic pounding trying to chase his own high.

She grabbed his horns for balance and yanked his head back to lick and nibble along his throat, driving him even more wild. His pace increased, to her surprise, bringing her to yet another climax. His hips grew more erratic as he neared his own peak, the possessive growl coming from him made her clench around him one last time taking him over the edge. His eyes flashed red as he sunk his teeth into your exposed neck as he emptied his seed into her.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, keeping him inside her warmth as she whispered an incantation. His form locked up, he lifted his head from her shoulder and meet his wide blues eyes with hers as realization hit him. Stroking his face lovingly as she finished her spell, she smiled at the ink band forming around his right ring finger and her own left one. She leaned up and kissed him sweetly.

“What have you done?” He was in shock looking down at your beautiful happy face.

“I got what I wanted.” She replies sweetly.

“You wanted to be fertile…. I was supposed to allow you to become pregnant with your partner.” He tries to understand her.

“Silly, there isn’t a human man I desire to be with.”

“But…. You wanted a baby. And summoned me, an Incubus…. to gift you the ability to have one.”

“No daddy,” he shivered at the title now realizing the truth, “I summoned you to help me make a baby.” Looking into her eyes he now sees the obsession and lust combined.

“What better pair can there be? Me, a witch with an insatiable lust that no mortal can even touch, and you, a demon who needs orgasms to live.” She kisses his neck and bites down hard, making a mark that matches her own he gave her in the throes of passion. Claiming him as her mate but completing the set. “And just image how perfect our babies with be Daddy, with your eyes and horns.” She grinds her hips against him, hungry for more. Eyes pulling him in again.

They never stopped, their lusts fueling each other for eternity. A carnal union that was bound by magic and desire. Y/n bore him many children, all with his eyes and their own pairs of demon horns. Together they breed the perfect race of sexy demons.

Thanks for the recommendation @lilacprincessofrecovery. I always love to explore the fluffier sides of Tony.

Thinking of making this a series. Please let me know what you all think.

*Tony and Y/n have been together for a few months*

Y/n walked into her bedroom in a trance, exhausted from long hours in her kitchen perfecting her Easter treats. The largest order she’s ever made, of course supplying for your boyfriend’s holiday charity gala would require an outrageous amount of sweets. This was her moment to shine and grab the attention of the big wigs of NYC to boost her business.

After hours of decorating cookies and molding chocolates, Y/n was covered in sugary goop. Her hair had pastel shades of the rainbow mixed in from icing and edible luster dust. Stripping out of her sugar coated clothes she looked in the mirror, noticed the messy knots in her hair and the chocolate that got into places it shouldn’t be. She was a mess.

On days like today, when she’s tired, stressed, and completely overworking herself, she has a bad tendency to harshly criticize herself. Having sampled the sweets non-stop for the last week she looked hard for any new fat rolls or stretch marks. Her hands run over her curves in a very judgmental way, inspecting for the smallest increase in weight. She’d pick at her face, the dark circles prominent from lack of sleep. She’d pick herself apart and ask how she could fool herself into thinking that she could be worthy of anyones love, let alone her perfect boyfriend.

The Tony Stark. The billionaire, playboy, philanthropist himself settled down in a committed relationship, and with you a 26 year old baker who wears a size 22. He had models that threw up more than they ate and looked like the wind could blow them away. But he always made sure you felt like the most precious woman in the world. On good days when you were your confident self he’d take you out, he couldn’t take his hands off you. Arms around your belly when talking to someone else, and rubbing your arm or resting on your thigh while driving. And the looks he’d give you from across the room while he was supposed to be talking with business associates, like he was a kid looking at a lifetime supply of his favorite candy, and he had just won it.

But what made her love him even more was how he treated her on her bad days. On days like today, when she let the voice in her head tell her she was worthless and unlovable, Tony made it a point to prove her wrong. He’d order in her favorite food, fuck the calorie counts and portions controls, his girl wanted comfort food and she was gonna get all of it. He’d order her dinner and pour her a drink, letting her fill her stomach before he drew her a bath and lets her soak her cares away. He’d set up her favorite playlist and set a new book out for her to read while she soaks and refills her glass to the top. On really bad days he’d even join you, he’d sit behind you in the water and just hold you while you cried, kisses to you neck and shoulders and whispers of loving words reminding you that you were perfect to him.

Once her muscles and her mind were relaxed he’d scratch and rub her back and then cuddle her until she fell asleep, whispering more loving words into her ear, while caressing every bit of fat on her body, until he fell asleep himself.

“Cupcake?” Tony looked at her reflection in the mirror from the doorway of her bedroom. She was so in her own self deprecating world that she didn’t even hear him come home. “Is it a cuddle night baby?”

She just nodded holding back tears of shame. He stepped towards her, cupping her round cheeks in his large warm hands. He smiled at her with love in his eyes.

“Ok baby, let me run the bath.” He was determined to remind her again and again just how perfect she was, and he always would.

God she loved him.

Hey guys, sorry I haven’t posted anything for a few weeks. Work has been crazy! 🫣 I have the next few days off so, in between cleaning up my messy house and other errands, I’m gonna do a writing binge.

Hopefully I’ll have some chapters and drabbles that I can post over the next week or so to keep you all entertained. 🤞🏻Now that work is easing up I should be making a schedule for story drops. Keep an eye out! 😘

Chapter 1

Summary: Y/n was rescued by Bucky when she was younger leading them to a beautiful friendship. But will the friendship evolve into something more with distance and time? Y/n is all grown up now and the boys are back from war. Will their longing hearts finally become one?

Warning: angst, eventual smut, talk of assault, fluff

Moving to Brooklyn seemed like a nightmare to you at the time, you were 8 years old and Texas was the only home you had ever known.

Growing up in your small town everyone knew everyone, and no one batted an eye at your chunky frame. You had just always been that way. But here, in the big city full of strangers, you could feel the judgemental stares and the hear the whispered criticisms. Never before had you felt insecure in your own skin, but New York had a way of making everyone feel out of place. And you absolutely hated it.

After a while a group of boys a few grades above you started to harass you on the way home from school. They were maybe 12 or 13yrs old, and would follow you around making rude comments about your weight and the clothes you wore.

This went on for years until you were 15, and the harassment took on a new tone. The stares became lecherous and the comments more sexual. You became very afraid, always kept pepper spray and your dads pocket knife on you just like he told you. The day came were one of the older boys tried to corner you into the wall and touch you.

He didn’t get very far, as you reached for the mace in you pocket you heard a deep voice growl out at the boys.

“You punks better back away from the dame.” You could see him over the assailant’s shoulder, blue eyes dark with rage and jaw tense. If looks could kill, the boy trying to pin you to the wall would be dead.

James “Bucky” Barnes, the guy every girl in Brooklyn wanted, and who could blame them? He was kind, charming and practically a white knight, he rescued girls all the time from creeps like these, and rescued his best friend too. Here he was standing in the alley about to fight 3 guys all on his own, and he didn’t even know who you were. At least you didn’t think so.

“Back off Barnes, this don’t concern you!” Sneered the boy in front of you.

“Well I think it does punk. Now back off the dame and leave.” Bucky’s eyes narrowed into a glare, fists clenched at his sides. You were baffled, he was really gonna do this, was gonna pick a fight, outnumbered, for a complete stranger.

Getting your whits together you tighten your hand on the mace in you pocket. You met Bucky’s eyes and gave him a look, glancing at the other 2 silent goons. You prayed he’d understand, and it looked like your prayers were answered when his eyes brightened with understanding and his lips lifted in a smirk.

Tapping your would be attacker on the shoulder you sprayed him in the eyes as soon as he turned to face you. Then you kneed him in the balls with all your strength, and shoved him back. His ass landed groaning on the asphalt in agony, while you could hear the pained moans and grunts from the other two near the alley entry. Glancing up you see Bucky with blood coming from his lip and the other two knocked out cold on the ground.

Bucky offered you his hand and guided you to safety, Penny’s dinner just a few blocks down. He stayed with you to make sure you were ok, helped you through the shock. You ended up staying the rest of the evening drinking milkshakes and eating burgers with both him and Steve. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Sadly, your boys went off to war, you had to watch Bucky leave first, followed by little Stevie, who wasn’t so little anymore. You spent 3 years writing your boys letters and praying that you’d get one back. You always did, some times they’d take months to get to you, but you’d get just as many as you’d send. Once you didn’t get a response for 6 months and all at once got 20 letters from each of them, responding to each and every question you had asked in detail.

Steve met a gal named Peggy, a pretty British thing that loved him for who he was on the inside, not his new muscles. You liked her already, and couldn’t wait until he brought her home. But this also worried you, if Steve could find someone over seas, then couldn’t Bucky? You kept you feeling locked away, but it was there and it was all consuming, you’d been in love with him since that day when you were 15. But you knew he couldn’t feel the same way, he was older, mature and could get any pretty girl he wanted. Why would he go for the young, thick girl who happened to be one of his best friends.

The day came when the war was over, we had one. Your boys were coming home. You got the news of their arrival and racesd home from work to change. You slipped into you summer dress with the roses and gold sandles, curled your hair and put on your favorite burgundy lipstick then raced to the airport to see your boys.

The tall mop of blonde hair was easy to spot first, and next to him the brunette who held your heart. Grinning so large, feeling as if your face would split open, you yelled for them.

“BUCKY! STEVIE!”

*Bucky*

Their heads whipped in your direction and their eyes grew big. Standing by the luggage carrousel was y/n, but not the y/n they left 3 years ago. No, this y/n was all grown up. Bucky’s heart practically stopped, she was gorgeous. All curves and legs, her hair was wild and her full lips were painted a deep burgundy. She was a vision, an angel after the hell of war.

Before he left for war he had a small crush on her, his delicate bunny. So sweet and pure, he vowed to protect her from everything that would ruin her, including himself. So he kept it locked away, was there for her as a friend. But after 3 years of nothing but letters and longing, he was so worried he would lose her to someone else, that she would meet some punk while he was gone and this faceless guy would take away his bunny.

He kept reminding himself the whole way home that Y/n is just a friend, that he had no claim to her and no right to be possessive. But the second he saw her he had trouble remembering how to breath, let alone why he shouldn’t have her. That she wasn’t his bunny, but damnit, yes she was. And he was gonna prove it!