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This blog is mainly for Bucky Barnes

My ask box is officially OPEN TO REQUESTS

RULES FOR REQUESTS:

→ fluff and angst is always allowed

→ any kind of smut is allowed, except the HEAVY bdsm kinda stuff (yeah I am no expert, so don't ask me to write for that freaky business)

→ If you want to request a part 2 to a fic i've already written, please tell me what you would like to see in part 2

→ i will not write anything to do with sexual assault or rape

→ I will not write about cheating (if it has to do with bucky barnes SPECIFICALLY — if it's a past relationship cheating is allowed)

•*⁀➷ I Think I Love You (5.4k words)

— fwb!bucky x new!avengers!reader

— [smut + angst + hurt/comfort + fluff]

you agreed to keep it casual—just sex, no feelings. but when loving bucky in silence begins to break you, walking away is the only thing you can do… even if it destroys you both.

•*⁀➷ Hold Your Breath (6.6k words)

— civil!war!bucky x fem!reader

— [angst + hurt/comfort + smut]

after a panic attack triggers something raw and vulnerable in bucky, a desperate kiss turns into a night of urgent, clothed intimacy where he clings to you for grounding, connection, and humanity.

•*⁀➷ Come Home To Me (14.7k words)

— 40s!bucky x 40s!fem!reader

— [fluff + angst + smut + hurt/comfort]

during the rise and ruin of the second world war, a sharp-tongued brooklyn girl falls for james buchanan barnes—only to lose him to the battlefield, a presumed death, and the silence that follows.

but almost two years later, when the war is long over and the wounds have scarred over, he comes back through your door, proving that some promises do survive the fire.

•*⁀➷ The Soldier And The Vixen (14k words)

— 40s!bucky x 40s!fem!reader & winter!soldier x hydra!reader & post!tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

— [fluff + angst + graphic + hurt/no comfort]

once comrades bound by war and affection, two soldiers-turned-weapons are reshaped into monsters by hydra, their humanity fractured and memories blurred.

now free but haunted, they struggle to untangle love from programming, grief from guilt, and healing from the wreckage of who they used to be

•*⁀➷ Still Yours (9.4k words)

— thunderbolts!bucky x fem!reader

— [smut + angst + hurt/comfort + fluff]

bucky lets his relationship slip into the background for the sake of duty and public image. but when the distance starts to break them, he realizes he’ll do anything to fight for the love he almost lost.

Fantastibulous 💅💅

#crash landing on you

#ri jeong hyeok #yoon se ri

#stillcrying #ineedmore #mypoorhearth

Julia and David step into the lift, in aloof professional mode. As soon as the door shuts, her demeanour becomes more friendly and relaxed towards David. 

                                                  JULIA 

                                           Long day, sorry. 

                                                 DAVID 

                               You do all the work. I just watch. 

                                                 JULIA 

    (Smiles.)  I’m sorry about last night – I was snowed under. I’ve got a couple of hours of work to do and then I’ll give you a knock.

 He takes in her business like manner. 

They reach the floor.

                                                DAVID

                                    Like I’m room service. 

He’s timed the line so it comes just before the door opens. 

He steps out and she reflects on what he’s said before stepping out. 

Bodyguard 1x03

What a dream being in his arms like that 😍 Lucky girl! And so nice to know that he said he's so much like Leo in real life which I think it's true 🤗 ❤️

Kastle fam! I’ve been out to sea without reception and owe you all a wrap up of our #kastlechristmas24 💀❄️ ☕️Thank you to everyone who shared fics and gifs!!! Hope this list is like a New Year’s present amid all the crazy going’s on. Sending lots of love to you all.

1. Was Too Afraid to Love You by @oh-no-thank-u

2. The Herpes of Makeup and Crafting by @fortysevenswrites

3. so flawed, so free by @ninzied

4. Reconnaissance by @elen-tari2

5. State of Fire by @oh-no-thank-u

6. Seasons Greetings - Which due to underway time will end like a Valentine Day gift for you lovelies 💌 😆

7. What Good is the Warmth of Summer @kastlenetwork

“Aye. That, too.”

fire lines

based on a prompt for distracting work kisses.

for @myletternevercame. special thanks to @heidiamalia for the brainstorming session!

rated m.

Frank usually works through his lunch breaks.

He used to take them as far away from—well, everything—as he could, finding himself a lone edge on the roof or some corner of a vacant floor to eat his meal in relative quiet. But ever since Curt roped him into this management job, everything’s always coming to him whether he likes it or not.

And he doesn’t not like it, as it turns out.

It’s a small construction company, a kind of in-between place for hard-up vets to get work, either settling there or to steady their feet for something else that’s more suited to them. The work feels meaningful in that way. Karen had recently coerced a beat reporter from the Bulletin’s local business section into writing up a piece on them, and the glowing review brought in more and more jobs for his guys. Frank has found it surprisingly gratifying, minus all the paperwork.

So much goddamn paperwork.

He’d never pegged himself for an office space kind of guy. He prefers to be out there, in the midst of things with the others—so he spends most of his days doing just that, saving all that bureaucratic bullshit for his lunch breaks in his office trailer.

He’s heading there now, after a rougher-than-usual morning spent on some stubborn electrical wiring. He thinks of all the other kinds of work waiting for him in his trailer and groans, half-wishing he’d packed a beer with his sandwich today.

He shields his gaze from the midday sun, and then he turns, and he sees her.

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ASOIAF meme: 1/4 songs or stories ♦ the Night’s King and his Queen

He had been the thirteenth man to lead the Night’s Watch; a warrior who knew no fear. “And that was the fault in him,” Old Nan would add, “for all men must know fear.”

A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well. He brought her back to the Nightfort and proclaimed her a queen and himself her king, and with strange sorceries he bound his Sworn Brothers to his will. For thirteen years they had ruled, Night’s King and his corpse queen, till finally the Stark of Winterfell and Joramun of the wildlings had joined to free the Watch from bondage. After his fall, when it was found he had been sacrificing to the Others, all records of Night’s King had been destroyed, his very name forbidden.

“Some say he was a Bolton,” Old Nan would always end. “Some say a Magnar out of Skagos, some say Umber, Flint, or Norrey. Some would have you think he was a Woodfoot, from them who ruled Bear Island before the ironmen came. He never was. He was a Stark, the brother of the man who brought him down.”