Also for the new wave of young tumblr users on here, I just want to let you know you’re not obligated to list out your life story for strangers online no matter how many nasty anons ask you to.
tony: i’m a piece of trash.
steve: as someone who cares about the environment, i am obligated to pick you up. is 7 ok?
tony: you smooth motherfu- yeah 7 is fine.
“you can’t just disappear out of people’s lives”
Me:
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.
Idk abt those billionaires who paid quarter of a million for a sub but that pussy must be crazy if it got five guys stuck in it
simon ‘ghost’ riley masterlist
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NSFW ALPHABET
as a dad
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 l
a one night stand with simon riley would look like...
home
simon has been away for more than a month, you try to get some pent-up relief in the bath
stitches
Task Force 141 aren't immune to injury, so Price handpicked a medic- you. You're not immune to night terrors and strike up an unlikely friendship with the allusive Ghost. Growing a bit too close for fraternisation guidelines...
simon just can't help himself
the real simon riley
Humbling myself over this fictional man
the wedding of simon riley
Saw a commercial that said “without the letters A B and O there’d be no you”
It was about blood types
As someone versed in fanfic tagging, that’s not the first thing I thought of
Damn this gonna be good
Project Spindle (TEASER)- Established Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
She’s always known about her powers, but the truth of where they come from could shatter everything.
a.n - teaser for a series i'm working on. i wanted to see how the interest was before posting more chapters! i have 3 ready so far :3
spoiler warning for thunderbolts*
The team filed into the common room of the Tower, their exhaustion hanging heavy in the air. Mission gear was dumped by the door without a second thought—boots kicked off, jackets slung over chairs, weapons clinking as they hit the floor.
Bucky was the first to make a beeline for the kitchen, muttering under his breath, “If someone ate my last yogurt, I’m leaving this team.”
Yelena threw herself onto the couch with a groan, her legs dangling over the armrest. “Relax, grump. No one wants your weird protein yogurt.”
“I do,” Ava added, flopping down beside her. “Just not enough to suffer the guilt trip afterward.”
From behind them, Walker rolled his eyes. “You two ever get tired of being annoying?”
Ava didn’t even turn around. “Do you ever get tired of being so sensitive?”
“I’m just saying—”
“Shh,” Yelena cut in, holding up a hand. “The couch doesn’t argue with background noise.”
Walker scoffed and stalked off toward the kitchen, muttering something about how no one respected proper debriefings.
Alexei wandered in next, already sipping from a bottle that definitely wasn’t water. “Ahh! A successful mission. You know, when I was Red Guardian, we used to fight for forty-eight hours straight. No rest, no drones. Just fists. And grit. And vodka.”
“You also say you once took down a unit during a ballet recital,” Y/N said, curled up on the big bean bag in the corner, a steaming mug cradled in her hands.
Alexei lit up. “Yes! With the ballerina who hid knives in her tutu! A real artist. You should’ve seen the blood on the stage. Beautiful!”
Bob let out a sleepy whine and leaned harder into Y/N’s side, practically glued to her. His arms were loosely wrapped around a pillow, but his head rested against her shoulder like a clingy child.
“You smell like wet socks and smoke,” he murmured, barely audible.
“Accurate,” Y/N replied softly, running her fingers through his hair.
Bucky returned with his precious yogurt, eyeing the scene before settling behind Y/N. He lowered himself to the floor, resting his back against the beanbag and placing a steady hand on her leg.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, just for her.
She gave a tired nod. “Yeah. Just drained. I almost threw Walker into traffic today.”
“I would’ve caught him,” Bucky said, deadpan.
“I know,” she smiled. “That’s why I didn’t.”
Yelena sat up slightly, glancing around. “Hands up if you listened to a single word of Walker’s lecture in the Quinjet.”
Not a single hand went up. Bob groaned. Ava fake slept. Even Alexei raised his bottle in protest.
“There was a lecture?” Bucky said flatly.
“I heard that!” Walker yelled from the kitchen.
Yelena leaned back with a grin. “Then maybe there’s hope for your listening skills after all!”
The room burst into light laughter, warm and easy. Mission chaos faded into background noise. This was their peace: bruised knuckles, aching muscles, found family—and a whole lot of sarcasm.
Before the conversation could settle, Bucky’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then answered the call, but his eyes stayed on Y/N as he listened.
“Yeah,” he said into the phone, voice growing quieter. “She’s here. One sec.”
He held the phone out to her. “It’s Sam. He found something... about Hydra. Related to you.”
She blinked, surprised. “Me?”
“Yeah. He said it’s important.”
Y/N took the phone with a puzzled frown and got up, Bob whining softly at her absence. She padded down the hall and slipped into one of the empty private rooms, closing the door behind her.
“Hey, Sam?”
“Hey,” came his voice. “Didn’t want to text this, but Torres and I found something. Something big.”
“Okay…” she said slowly, sitting on the edge of a desk.
Joaquin’s voice joined the call. “We were going through old Hydra files—stuff that SHIELD never decrypted.”
“And?”
“We found you,” Sam said. “In the records. Before the Maximoffs.”
She went very still. “What?”
“You weren’t just another Hydra experiment,” Sam said. “You were the first step. The origin test for what created Wanda’s powers.”
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a.n - hih! thanks for reading the teaser :3 let me know if you want more!
This is so fucking amazing to me.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven The End