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PLEASE GUYSSS , DO ANY OF YOU HAVE OR GONNA WRITE FANFIC OVER THIS CUTE GUY, I AM IN DIRE NEED 😭😭I CANT FIND ANY FANFICS ,AAAAJHJJJHHHHH
I no longer believe in sleep I am making a Thomas Jefferson x John Adams edit
If I don’t get Glen Powell as Hal Jordan/Green Lantern I’m gonna commit
Reblogging solely for this comment. Please I'm cackling on the bus help
its so fucking embarrassing joining a discord server like hii im a random asshole and heres my stupid attempt at assimilating into possibly years of injokes and personalities that i have to blind read and hope i mesh well with but for now ill just fucking talk to myself publicly in front of everyone i guess because nobody cares about what i have to say
I wish there was human safe disinfectant, like so you could just spray it in your face and get rid of all the germs, like when people get too close you can do that right after and now you're germ free again.
Like that! ^
Prompts recommendations please<3~
Heyaa, So I wanna explore a new ship which is TodoDeku. I wanna write smth bout them but I ain't getting a good prompt suitable for em!! So if ya have any in mind do tell!!
Sabro unwillingly stealing my dream of adopting his teammates
OH MY LORD I NEED THIS MAN!!
Freak Like Me
Bucky x reader
Summary: You got banned from playing music in the training room for a reason, and when an unexpected song plays during your workout, Bucky finds out why.
Word Count: 2311
Thought I'd give you guys something a little more spicy! Hope you enjoy :)
You walked down the hall of the Avengers tower toward the training room, and it was uncharacteristically quiet. You knew a lot of the Avengers had meetings today, but you didn’t think everyone did. You were glad though, because you didn’t really like working out with other people and you could play whatever music you wanted over the speakers.
You listened to a little bit of everything, and that was true for working out too. The music would go from rap, to pop, to rock, and while you didn’t blink an eye, everyone else hated it. So, naturally, you got banned from playing music when everyone else was in there.
You walked around the corner into the training room and came to a stop. Bucky was inside warming up on the treadmill. Of course someone had to be in there, and of course it had to be Bucky. He of all people would be most likely to hate your music.
You hadn’t brought your headphones, and you thought about going back to get them when Bucky looked your way.
“Hey, y/n,” he said, turning off the treadmill.
“Oh, hey Bucky,” you said, realizing it probably looked like you were standing there staring at him.
You walked in and set your stuff down, plugging in your phone by the benches because you forgot to charge it last night.
“What are you hitting today,” Bucky asked.
“Steve is making me do his leg workout,” you said, rolling your eyes.
“Yikes, have fun with that.”
Bucky walked over to pick up some weights as you were trying to decide whether or not to ask if you could play music. You assumed he would say no, but decided to ask him anyway.
“Hey Buck, is it cool if I play music?”
“Yeah, go ‘head,” he said, surprising you.
“Oh, okay cool.” You went to your settings to connect your phone to the speakers, then pressed shuffle on your workout playlist. The first song that started playing was an old rock song, so you were hoping Bucky wouldn’t regret saying yes too much. Then, you walked over to the other side of the training room to get set up.
Your playlist went through a bunch of different genres, but thankfully, Bucky didn’t seem to mind. You were both just minding your own business and doing your own thing.
A little bit later, a new song started playing and you heard Bucky call over to you.
“Hey, I actually know this one,” he said, with a proud smile on his face.
You just laughed, listening to the music and realizing it was Put Your Head on My Shoulder by Paul Anka. It would’ve came out after the 40s, but apparently Bucky still knew it.
But then, you started thinking, this song would not be on your workout playlist. Your eyes went wide when you realized what song it actually was. Freak by Doja Cat.
You quickly reached down for your phone to change the song, only to realize it was still plugged in on the other side of the room. Plus, you couldn’t just change the one song Bucky said he knew without him being suspicious.
You started to freak out, knowing the song would definitely make him uncomfortable, when the music paused for a brief moment. You held your breath for what was coming next.
“Freak like me. You want a good girl that does bad things (to you).”
You looked at Bucky, and you couldn’t see his face because he had his back facing you, but he had stopped in the middle of his workout. You started over to get your phone when he turned around.
“What the heck is this?” he asked, a mix of confusion and horror on his face.
You stopped, trying to figure out how to answer, when the song kept going.
“Tied him down to my queen bed. Tease him just enough to hate me. Tied it tight enough he can’t break free.”
You scurried over to the benches and grabbed your phone, quickly skipping the song. You tried to play it cool, but Bucky was already walking over to you.
“So, is this why you got banned from playing music? You play songs about sex?”
You sighed. “No, they just don’t like that I play so many different genres,” you said, your face heating up.
He just hummed in response, still staring at you with his steel blue eyes.
“And here I was, thinking that you were so innocent,” he said, smirking.
“It’s – just a good song,” you replied, trying to defend yourself. Your face was bright red at this point, and you knew he was loving this, making you squirm.
“So, which one of the guys are you wanting to tie down to your bed, hmm?”
Your jaw dropped, face flushing as you tried to figure out how to respond to that.
“No one,” you said, “it’s just a catchy song.”
“Right,” he responded, his smile getting a little bigger. You knew he was never going to let this go.
“Well, I’m gonna go back to my workout,” you said, walking past him. But before you could get very far, he grabbed your arm and turned you toward him in one quick motion. You were now standing chest to chest, your faces just inches apart.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you played that song on purpose. I mean, we are the only two people in the tower for another couple hours,” he said, his voice low and deeper than it was before, sending a shiver down your spine.
Your jaw dropped slightly once again, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. Your heart was thumping in your chest, and you hated to admit it, but him pulling you towards him and talking in that voice was making you insanely turned on.
You opened your mouth, but when nothing came out, Bucky’s smirk just got bigger.
“I – I didn’t play that on purpose,” was all you could say.
Finally, Bucky broke character and started to laugh, dropping his hand from your arm. Your skin was still tingling where his hand had been.
“I’m just messing with you y/n,” he said, laughing. “You should’ve seen your face though!”
You stood there in shock as he walked away, trying to wrap your head around what had just happened. You walked back to the other side of the room, but you weren’t able to focus on the rest of your workout. You didn’t dare look over toward Bucky, so you had no idea that his gaze kept shifting to you, distracted from his own workout.
You finished your workout as quickly as possible and made a beeline for the door, grabbing your phone and not saying a word to Bucky as you practically ran out the door.
You were halfway down the hallway before you finally felt like you could breathe again. You didn’t realize how you had basically been holding your breath that whole time. You got back to your room and quickly jumped in the shower, just wanting to relax after how worked up you were.
You stepped out of the shower when you realized you forgot to grab clothes to change into. You sighed, trying not to focus on how nothing seemed to be going your way today. You just wrapped your towel around you after drying off and walked out of the bathroom to your room.
You were halfway down the hallway before you looked up and stopped dead in your tracks. Bucky was standing outside the door to your room.
And you were standing in front of him in nothing but a little towel. Could this day get any weirder?
“Uhh, what are you doing?” you asked.
“Sorry I just – was gonna apologize, but – seems like you’re really trying to get my attention now,” he said, a smirk plastered on his face yet again.
You sighed, determined to not let him get under your skin this time. Maybe you’d have a little fun with him.
“And what if I am?” you said, giving him a smirk of your own.
His smirk turned into a brief second of shock, and you could tell he was caught off guard.
You sauntered down the hallway, walking right past him into your room, but not before running your hand along his arm as you walked past. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked into your room, not bothering to close the door.
You walked over to your dresser, bending over to get clothes out, knowing your towel was long enough to cover you, but not quite long enough to keep Bucky from going a little crazy. You made sure to pick out the tiniest pair of shorts you own and a cropped baby tee.
You turned around grabbing the top of your towel like you were going to drop it at any second. His face was bright red and he looked like a deer in headlights. Man was this fun.
“You standing there hoping for a show, or can I get dressed in peace?”
“Oh, uh – sorry,” he mumbled. He pointed at the door, “do you want me to, uh – never mind,” he put his head down and practically ran the other way.
You tried so hard not to bust out laughing as you went over and shut the door.
Once you put on your clothes, you walked back down to the kitchen to get something to eat. Conveniently, Bucky was right there, sitting at the island.
“Hey Buck,” you said, flashing him a smile.
He looked you up and down, obviously liking what you were wearing.
“Hey,” he finally managed to get out.
“Are you gonna make something for lunch,” you asked him.
“Uhh, yeah I was gonna make some eggs.”
“Oooh, that sounds good, maybe I’ll make some too.” You walked over to the drawer with the pans, exaggerating every movement as you bent over. You knew he was going insane.
“Do you want me to just make yours too,” you asked, not bothering to turn around. You set the pan on the stove, finally turning around when he didn’t answer you.
That’s when you realized he was right behind you, looking at you with a deep intensity in his eyes. He had been so flustered, you didn’t expect him to do anything about it.
He slowly leaned forward, arms grabbing the counter on either side of you, trapping you in place.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Umm, making eggs,” you said, slowly.
“Are you tryna’ kill me, doll?”
The nickname made your stomach flutter.
“I was joking earlier,” he said, “I never thought you’d do it back.”
“And what makes you think I’m joking?” you responded.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that I’ve never seen you wear so little clothes around the tower.”
“I was still hot from my workout,” you said, shrugging.
“Oh, trust me, I am too,” he said, lifting his eyebrows.
Bucky didn’t back up, and neither did you.
He looked down at you, his voice rough with restraint. “You keep playing with fire, doll.”
You tilted your head, meeting his stare without flinching. “Maybe I like the heat.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched as his eyes darkened. For a moment, neither of you moved—until he reached up, brushing a strand of damp hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered against your cheek, trailing lightly down your jaw.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured.
“Good,” you whispered, your voice breathy.
And that was all it took. He leaned in fast, pressing his lips to yours with a force that stole your breath. One hand gripped the counter beside you, the other sliding around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You gasped into the kiss, fingers fisting in the fabric of his shirt, and he took that opportunity to deepen it—his lips moving hungrily against yours like he’d been waiting for this for far too long.
When you finally pulled apart for air, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing hard.
“Still want eggs?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
You smiled, shaking your head. “Not really.”
Bucky’s smirk returned, but this time it was laced with something deeper—need, maybe, or anticipation. He backed you gently out of the kitchen, never breaking eye contact.
“Then come on, sweetheart,” he said. “Let’s see how hot things can really get.”
And just like that, lunch was officially off the menu.
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The next morning, you woke up tangled in warm sheets—and even warmer arms.
Bucky was still fast asleep behind you, his chest pressed to your back, metal arm draped lazily over your waist. His steady breathing tickled the back of your neck, and you smiled, remembering the very unexpected turn your day had taken.
You shifted slightly, and his grip tightened instinctively, pulling you even closer. “Mmm… don’t move,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
“I thought super soldiers didn’t need this much rest,” you teased softly.
His lips brushed your shoulder. “They don’t,” he murmured. “But if it means waking up next to you like this…I’ll gladly pretend to be human.”
You rolled your eyes with a grin and reached behind you to ruffle his hair. “You’re such a sap.”
He grinned against your skin. “Only for you.”
Your phone buzzed from the nightstand, a text from Nat lighting up the screen:
You forgot to clean the pan from your “egg-making” session yesterday. Sloppy cover story, y/n.
You groaned and hid your face in the pillow as Bucky peeked at the message over your shoulder.
“So… busted?” he asked.
You sighed. “So busted.”
He laughed, pulling you closer again. “Worth it.”
And you had to admit—it really, really was.
God.... the men who look like they have no muscle but have arms like that.. I NEED IT‼️‼️😔
Arms????
Guh uhhhhh
Arms??????
Armssssss…
😨😨😨
there’s barely any namora x riri content JFJSKFKS WHY??? SOMEONE PLEASE
i need alex vause fics bro it’s my only wish💔💔💔
I'm working on it, i can't draw hands or feet YET. Body proportions? More like body horror.
Faces? Wonky as jelly.
Hair? No texture or variety!
There are A LOT of improvements to be made and I didn't even think about making those funny doodles before, so i got back at creating a few selfinserts using results from personality test from Quotev adding some tweaks.
👆Me overthinking on a design for at least three hours.
STOP BEING SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT YOUR CREATIONS STOP SECOND GUESSING WHAT YOU REALLY WANNA DO STOP DEBATING IT'S WORTH. LET YOUR ART SERVE YOU INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND
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