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anonymous requested: hiya! love your blog- could i request a bucky x reader oneshot where the reader’s been hiding out with him, and during the escape scene from cacw she’s in the apartment when steve comes in? hpe that makes sense! thx!

Author’s note: Hey! That makes perfect sense - I’ve actually been toying with this kinda idea for a while now, so I’m glad someone requested it! Hope you enjoy xxx

Bucky Barnes x Reader

The apartment is dark, newspaper covering the windows and blocking you from anyone’s view. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest, filling the silence of the ratty apartment, as you anxiously check the time again. You can’t stop yourself from being nervous - it’s a habit whenever Bucky goes out on his own. You’re nervous that he won’t come home, that someone’ll catch him, even out here in Bucharest, that he’ll go back to being the Winter Soldier instead of your boyfriend. You scold yourself for just standing around and waiting for him - instead you slide your journal out from under Bucky’s, on top of the fridge, and flip to the next open page.

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Steggy au: The world Steve woke up to after 70 years had changed … except for his best girl who was as brave, tenacious and beautiful as ever. “Howard had his theories, your blood, vita-ray exposure, that kiss, but nothing conclusive really to explain my accelerated healing.”                     As always, they made a formidable team and together they fought to bring down Hydra once and for all. [ my steggy secret santa gift for galaxyqueenrey ]

Get to know me meme → 4/? Favorite Actresses: Natalie Dormer 

“Sometimes, if something makes you uncomfortable as an actor, it’s interesting. And you have to work out why it’s making you uncomfortable: why do I feel threatened by this scene? Because sometimes it’s the stuff that makes you uncomfortable that is actually the good drama.”

oooooo a Loki X reader wedding of some sort to give us a lethal dose of fluff

The Wedding of Loki Laufeyson

Summary: Life has been going well for Loki Laufeyson, all things considered. He’s finally paid off his debts and restored his honor, and now that his parole has ended, he’s free to reclaim his place as a Prince of Asgard. There are many things that he’s eager to do - to travel without supervision again, for one, and to spend at least a few days in bed with his mortal love…

He just has to make it through his wedding, first.

Word Count: 1878

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Rating: T

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Steve Rogers/Captain America Imagine

Title: When We Were Young Character: Steve X Fem!Reader Song to listen to (if any): When We Were Young by Adele Summary: After a shower, reader looks at all of the scars on her body from the war and remembers herself and Steve at that time. //

Y/N took a step out of the shower, quickly reaching for a towel as the cold, sharp air hit her naked body.

Drying herself off, she stared at the ugly, vulgar reminders of her time during the war, most of the scars on her body reflected everything she hated about herself. How many innocent lives she killed, how she always thought what she was doing was the right thing.

She let a small smile form on her face, remembering the first time she saw the star spangled man with a plan, it seemed like so long ago-when they were young.

She chuckled, how could she have been so blind to not realise the love she had for him the moment she saw him? How could she think that what she was doing was right?

‘You look like a movie You sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young’

She let a tear slip from her eye, something she had been doing a lot lately. Steve was so important to her, and she couldn’t believe how he had dismissed everything she had done-everything she once was.

'I was so scared to face my fears Nobody told me that you’d be here’

After she was put under the ice, she never dreamed of seeing him again-and then she met Tony Stark around 70 years later-heck, that was a crazy day.

Y/N and Steve soon reunited, she remembered that, too.

Y/N was so fortunate to have the Avengers in her life, the way Tony took her in, how Wanda treated her so kindly, how Clint watched out for her, how Natasha would take a bullet for her, how Buck would never let her go anywhere without protection.

She was most fortunate for Steve, how he loved her, and how she loved him.

She ran the soft towel over her rough skin and touched on one scar that she’d never forget about- the day her and Steve got married and someone just decided to blow something up. She grinned again, and let out a small, but loud laugh.

“Doll, are you okay?”, Y/N shot her head up at the sound of Steve’s voice rang through her ears.

“Yeah, I’m alright-be out in a second!”

She pulled the towel around herself tight and unlocked the door, meeting the eyes of her captain.

'You still look like a movie You still sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young’

//

This was my first little imagine that I’ve written, so if you so happen to be reading this, I hoped you enjoyed! I don’t write too much, but if you’d like to request or pop in an idea for any fandom whatsoever I’d be grateful! Cheers 😄 ~Alannah.

Burglary doesn’t suit you

Pietro Maximoff (quicksilver) x reader

Word count: 1434

A/N: Dedicated to my favourite birthday girl @hipster-fandomblr because she’s such a huge fan of Pietro! Happy birthday, Mirte! I hope I did him justice! <3

“Get me the intel, they said, you’ll be fine, they said,” you muttered mockingly as you crept around the house, looking for an entrance. You’d waited until it was dark enough to walk around without getting seen, but you were already regretting your decision as you realised you had overestimated your skills and you had no idea how to actually get inside the house. Seeing as this was the first time your boss had sent you on a mission of your own, you’d been a little too excited about the money you would receive to care about preparing the break-in.

You had liked to think of yourself as a badass spy on a super-secret mission, however reality had soon hit you in the face when you’d figured out your boss was just a fat rich guy ordering people around to do his dirty business for him. Of course once you’d discovered the things he was doing weren’t exactly very legal, you’d tried to leave. But then you remembered how much money you were earning right now and, well, it’s not like part-time babysitting was a well-paid job.

So here you were, wasting your Friday night when you could have been binging Supernatural while wrapped in a blanket on the couch. You arrived at the backdoor of the house and of course you weren’t lucky enough for it to just be open. You sighed and opened your bag, having received a lock pick from your boss. Unfortunately, you’d never actually practiced using it before and after a few tries you groaned in frustration and threw it on the ground. You realised your mistake and flinched as it hit the ground with a loud clank sound. You hissed as you quickly picked it up and waited anxiously for any reaction.

After a couple of minutes of silence, you assumed anyone who heard you had already moved on and you carefully put the device in your backpack. Throwing one last angry look at the backdoor, you started searching for a different entrance. Luckily, you didn’t have to search very far as you immediately noticed an open window a couple of feet further. You cursed yourself for not noticing it sooner and made your way to the window. You pushed it open and started climbing, having to start over a couple of times and eventually ending up lying on the windowsill, panting, one leg inside the house and the other still dangling outside the window. You tried to slowly let go of the windowsill and lower yourself onto the floor, but gravity wasn’t on your side as you let go too soon and crashed down onto the floor. You stiffened, staying down for a couple of seconds, before deciding nobody was home and scrambling up from the floor.

You sighed as you looked around, trying to figure out which room you’d broken into. You cursed yourself - again – for being so incredibly unprepared and not bringing a flashlight. You considered turning on the light for a second, before deciding it would probably raise suspicion and you didn’t want to screw up your last chance of not getting discovered. Finally focusing on the outline of a couch, you realised you’d ended up in the living room. You slowly made your way through the room, occasionally groaning as you bumped into things standing in your way. As you finally reached a door that led you to the hallway, you sighed and you peered into the darkness, trying to figure out which door would lead you to the room you needed.

You were about to randomly choose a door and go for it, when a gravelly voice behind you startled you.

“Could you use some light, maybe?”

You screamed and quickly turned around in terror, immediately noticing a man standing in the middle of the living room. Your eyes widened as you realised you’d been caught and your mind raced to find a way out. Eyeing the still open window, you didn’t hesitate to make a run for it.

Unfortunately, you didn’t get very far. In a flash, the man was standing in front of you and you ran right into him. He quickly grabbed your arms to keep you upright.

“Now, dragă, that really won’t do.” The man took a step closer as he chuckled and crossed his arms, towering over you.

Your brain tried to process how fast the man had appeared in front of you and realisation dawned on you that this was the one and only Quicksilver aka Pietro Maximoff standing in front of you. He watched in amusement as your eyes widened with recognition and suddenly you became aware of how close the two of you were standing to each other. You blushed as you took in his shirtless appearance and you hastily focused on his face. However, you soon realised his face was equally distracting as his hair was extremely messy like he had just woken up, which was probably the case as it was the middle of the night. He looked tired and, admittedly, very cute with a lazy smile lingering on his face as he watched you freak out in front of him. His eyes were the bluest you’d ever seen and as the two of you were illuminated by the moonlight, your eyes couldn’t help but glance at his muscles and you could’ve sworn he was flexing on purpose.

You took a deep breath and quickly looked back at his face, trying to figure out a way to talk yourself out of the situation.

“I can explain this.” You started, immediately cursing yourself because of course you couldn’t explain it, I mean, what were you going to say? ‘Excuse me, Mr Quicksilver, I got lost and somehow ended up in your house in the middle of the night!’?

“You mean you didn’t just break into my house?” He asked as he ran his fingers through his hair, definitely flexing his muscles. Dammit. “Because it kind of looks like you did, dragă.”

“Wh- what? No! Of course not! I- uhm- I mean I didn’t know it was your house obviously,” You stammered, your eyes fixed on his face to avoid getting distracted by his absolutely gorgeous abs that are probably shaped by God himself.

You hadn’t realised you’d taken a step back until he stepped closer again.

“Why are you blushing, prinţesă,” He smirked, looking down at you, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“What do you mean ‘I’m blushing’, I’m not blushing, you’re blushing!” You scoffed as you straightened and lifted your head up high in defiance. “What are you doing anyway? I broke into your house, shouldn’t you be calling the police instead of standing here and talking?” You challenged.

Which was a stupid thing to do because of course you didn’t want to get arrested, but currently you were standing in front of world’s hottest superhero and you just tried to rob him obviously this was going to turn out great. All you wanted was to get as far away as fast as possible because was it just you or was it getting really hot in here?

He chuckled. “You’re pretty cute for a burglar, I don’t think I want the police interrupting us.”

Your breath hitched as you stared at him, your eyes still focused on his face in a desperate attempt to ignore his glorious body. You cursed him silently, who the hell sleeps shirtless anyway?

“I don’t think flirting is the best way to fight crime, honestly” You blurted out, getting increasingly nervous as he stared at you intently with that stupid smirk of his.

He laughed loudly at your comment. “I don’t think I can call what you just did a crime, prinţesă.”

You let out a breath, suddenly letting go of all the tension you were holding. “I broke into your house!” You exclaimed, for some reason feeling offended he didn’t think you were a criminal.

Seeing how upset you looked, he chuckled. “To be honest, I heard you trying to pick the lock and I didn’t stop you so technically I let you in.”

“I can’t believe I thought this was a good idea.” You sighed, shaking your head.

“I don’t know, it seems like a great idea to me,” He smirked as he lifted your chin, “At least now I get to do this.” He muttered as he leaned down and closed the gap between you.

Pulling back for a second, you mumbled, “You know what, I changed my mind, this was the best idea ever.” He chuckled before reconnecting your lips once again.

Broken Heart- A Peter Parker Imagine

Anonymous Requested: Can you write one where Peter comes to YN’s really hurt and she has to patch him up and make sure he’s safe and no in anymore pain, a few weeks after he tells her he’s Spider-Man and he tries to break up with her but she’s like, No im kinda in love with you, and maybe they end up sleeping together or something? (Doesn’t have to be sexual- preferably not lol)

Broken Heart

A rapid knock at your window awoke you from your slumber. You were so close with Peter that you could tell the difference between his knocks based off of his moods. His usual knock was very playful, but this rapid succession knock let you know that whatever it was was an absolute emergency. You looked over at your clock and it read 2:06 in the morning. What could Peter have done at 2 in the morning? You crawled out of bed and opened up the window, Peter falling in, quite literally. You gasped as you could see your carpet build up blood from Peter.

You rushed over to him, and rolled him over. He winced in pain as he held his arm which had a long cut running down it. “Peter, what happened?” you asked, as you ran to get towels. You applied pressure to the wound and looked up at him to see him looking in concentration. “I got in a really bad biking accident”. You knew that this was a lie because of how long it took for him to come up with that. You let it slide however because he was in enough pain as it was. You bandaged him up and hugged him tightly, thankful that he was ok. “I’m glad you are ok,” you whispered against his chest. “Yeah, me too,” his mind wandering to the truth.

The truth came a few weeks later. You had started to grow distant and Peter knew it was because you felt that he wasn’t being truthful. He knew it was time to come clean. He asked if he could come over to your house, which was unusual since he always just came over unannounced, which is what you liked about him. You knew that something was going to happen, you just didn’t know what. He came in through the window as always, but the look on his face told a different story from the usual face Peter had. “Peter, what’s wrong?” you asked, knowing that he was upset. He just told you to sit down on the bed next time. You sat next to him and slipped your arm through his, but he just slid out of your touch. “[Y/N], I need to be really honest with you,” was all he was able to say. He started to fidget with his hands, which was something he did when he was nervous.

After a few seconds of silence, Peter turned to face you. “There’s no lighter way to put it: I’m Spiderman. I was bit by a radioactive spider and I now try and protect the city. That’s why I came to your house the other week, I had been fighting someone and I got hurt. I’m so sorry”. You gave him a confused look. “Why are you sorry?” He stared in your eyes for a second, almost contemplating his next words when he said, “Because I’m breaking up with you”.

You shook your head and wiped away your tears. “No, you can’t break up with me”. He gave you an estranged look and asked “What do you mean?” You gave him a serious look and said “Because I’m in love with you”. You two had never said those words before, so it took Peter aback for a moment. “[Y/N], I love you too, but I’m doing what’s best for you”. You knew he meant no harm but his words brought rage in you. “You’re doing what’s best for me? If you were doing what’s best for me, you’d ask me. I love you and you love me, you don’t have to worry about keeping me safe. Staying together is what we should do. You can’t fight with a broken heart,” you held onto Peter as if your life depended on it. He held onto you back after a moment, knowing you were right. 

Thank you so much for being so supportive! I’m leaving Florida in a few days, so I’ll be much more active! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

-Lianne

Tower Shenanigans- Peter Parker Imagine

Request: 63: “I think there’s someone in the house.” 69: “You’re ticklish.” 91: “Quick! Let’s hide!” Can I request any one of these. It doesn’t have to be all, just either one, I’d appreciate it!

A/N: oh my GOD I just couldn’t stop writing. Again, I’m sorry my writing has been simply atrocious lately. Hopefully this isn’t too bad :/ let me know what you guys think! I really need some feedback

Word count: 2287 (I’m soRRY)

gif credit to @weylawey

You had to admit, the tower was fun, without the other Avengers guarding your and Peter’s every move. Although, looking at what you two had done, maybe there was a reason for that. He had disabled F.R.I.D.A.Y long enough for you to sneak in, and you two were currently wreaking havoc in Tony’s lab. Webbing covered one wall, scorch marks from an Iron Man gauntlet covered another. Peter was currently standing horizontally on the third, tinkering with a shooter and leaving ashy footprints all over the once pristine white, while you walked past the shattered glass that had been the fourth. 

A glob of webbing hit the wall on your left, nearly taking you with it as it fired unexpectedly from Peter’s hands. He stammered an apology, putting down the tools and jumping off the wall. “You know, I could do limbo if you had stayed up there.” He scoffed. “We both know that wouldn’t have been fair; your lack of height gives you an unfair advantage.”

That earns him a smack on the arm and a wrench thrown in his direction, both dodged easily with a cheeky smirk to boot. You turned away from the boy, unaware that his eyes remained on you as you sauntered through the wreckage to sit on a (mostly-unmarked) bench. “You know, even though Tony’s up to his teeth in money, I still find kinda bad,” you said, brushing away the glass and patting the spot next to you.

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Are You Still Awake? - Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: There’s a P!ATD song in here, it’s Crazy = Genius my actual anthem. So yeah, listen to that if you haven’t. It’s pretty bomb. That’s all, I think. oH WAIT IT’S NOT. I’M NINE FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM MY FIRST HUNDRED SO I WANT TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOU ALL.

Warnings: Mention of a drunken father, arguing parents, hint of abuse, other than that it’s a fluff ball.

Prompts ( 1 , 2 ): “It’s midnight, what do you want?” and “Are you still awake..?”

Words: 1226

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Come back soon *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Requested by @that-awkward-blonde-chick-xo : Your fanfics are on fleek❤️ could you write one were the prompt is: “I looked out the window and sighed, was he ever gonna get back?” And have it be a Bucky x Reader?? Warnings: Swearing, minor angst and fluff Admins Note: STEPHANIE YOU SWINE, enjoy this. – Ro (Low Key changed the prompt slightly to fit my writing style better, love you Natasha – Kik Nat, you beautiful human)

Inspired by the Bucky edition of In My Time of Dying & A Red Rose

1940’s

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU SIGNED?” You yelled, frowning deeply at your boyfriend of almost two years, his grin turning into a frown; if you weren’t so mad you’d comment on how great he looked in a uniform but you were angry, no, terrified for his life. You knew this day would come, you hoped the war would have been over before this happened, it wasn’t over and now he had sighed. You sighed gently, tears forming in your eyes at the thought of him not coming back to you, you couldn’t even look at him because you were so mad; he pulled the hat off and placed it on the table before walking to you, you stepped back just as fast and h frowned ever more “I need a few minutes, James” you tell him and leave the dining room.

“(Y/N)?” he knocked on the bedroom door gently, you look up, he sighs as he sees your eyes red and puffy, from crying no doubt “Doll, c’mere” you refuse and he walks to you and kneels down in front of you and lifts your chin with a finger so you have no choice but to look into his blue eyes, he has a gentle smile, almost affectionate. “I’ll come back, always.” You nod and let out a sigh, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand and sniffing, fresh tears on the brink of the dam and Bucky pulls you to him for a hug, resting his face in the crook of your neck; he’d never admit how scared he is to leave, terrified like you, he doesn’t want to leave you or home. He wants to stay here, where he can protect and love you, also Steve but he had to remain strong for you and himself.

“Just…” you trail and he pulls back “come back soon?” you asked and he nodded, running a hand through your (H/C) hair, he was going to miss this; the feel of you, your smile and smell, he pulled you to him and kissed you gently. It was almost as if his lips weren’t even on yours with how gentle he was, it was filled with all the words he needed but couldn’t say to you, plus a promise of return and a hint of hope but it also told you that he was afraid… like you but that no matter what he’d be home, he’d come home, soon.

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Brooklyn felt cold and empty without him, it felt dark and silent, everything a home shouldn’t be. It was worse with the fact Steve had ran off to join the army too, resulting in him becoming Captain America, at least they were together but it didn’t help ease your worrying and aching heart for Bucky, and Steve. Brooklyn didn’t feel like home, Bucky took that feeling with him, you knew it wouldn’t be the same without him but a part of you felt as though you could carry on; impossible, Bucky had been a part of your life for two years, wiggling his way into every nook and crevice of your life.

You sighed as you ate dinner at a diner with your friend, her guy s returned on medical leave, as much as you wanted to be happy for them… you were envious; he lost a leg but still, here they were both sat shaking a milkshake as you enviously stared at them, remembering the double dates Bucky dragged you on for Steve and his other couple friends. You told him to return in one piece but the longer you went without him the more you considered not caring about a loss of a limb.

You looked out the diner window and sighed, was he ever gonna get back? What if he is one of the unlucky ones that don’t return, how could you possibly move on from him? You wouldn’t even think about it, he promised, he said he’d come back soon and you were holding him to that. He promised you a forever, so, you’d believe him.

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Bucky stands over you, it’s silent as he tries to find the right words for you, he didn’t know how to apologise or even begin to word his emotions because it’s been so long, too long. The air is cold and tense, Bucky frowned as he tried to form some kind of sentence, some string of words that will tell you how sorry he is, how much he loves you but nothing sprang to mind and Bucky just remained standing… in silence.

He sighs gently “I don’t know what to say” he mumbled into the air “I don’t – I can’t begin to explain all of what happened, what kept me from returning to you, what made me so late for… this” his voice was quiet, soft and low, almost unheard unless you were standing next to him and he becomes silent again “I don’t know what to do, I’m so lost, (Y/N)” he sighed and let his head drop, staring at his shoes and he wipes his eyes but the tears form quickly after “I messed up the day I signed, I messed up, the day I put that uniform on was the day you lost me” he cries silently to himself, he thought he was stronger than this, he thought he could be stronger for you.

He’s silent as he tries to figure out what more is there is to say, he can’t think properly as the silence consumes him, he looks at you for a long moment and his heart aches because the picture is wrong. He was too late, gone for too long and missed you by a few years, even though he was alive but you missed him a chance to one last time see his face. He stares at the gravestone in front of him, your name clearly etched into it, he sighs gently knowing this is all in vain; you can’t hear him or feel him here but in this moment he likes to pretend you do. That you’re standing beside him, holding his hand and smiling up at him, that after a while you’ll tug on his hand and pull him away leading him to wherever because he was always chasing after you.

“I should get going” he sighed out, smoothing the stone with his human hand, running his fingertips gently over the smoothness of it and its cold. He remembers you were always cold, always staying close to him because he was warm, he remembers the obvious things but he has forgotten the feel of you and the smell. He can’t remember the perfume you used to wear, Natasha has spent hours spraying old perfumes to help him remember, nothing stands out in his mind and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get the exact smell because it was mixed with… you. He can’t remember the exact colour of your eyes, photos never have done your eyes justice, they were beautiful and captivating but he can’t remember them.

“I don’t know when I’ll come back” he admits “seeing you… without actually seeing you, it’s difficult, I can’t – it hurts that I let you down and left you alone” he sniffs and pulls his hand away “but I’ll come back soon, I promise, I won’t let you down ever again” he steps back and walks down the path, it won’t ever get easier for him.

(Hope you liked this, took some time to actually get right, fortunately, I got inspiration from past stuff I’ve written. Remember you can request; imagines, headcanons and one shots by myself and Angie. Yo! We take smut requests also, so, send those in - Rosalee)