BREATHE AGAIN.

PAIRING — lumberjack!bucky barnes x f!reader

CONTENTS — one-shot(?); alternate universe—small town; lumberjack au; angst angst angst; mentions re: death of a loved one; estranged childhood friends; bucky has lots of self-deprecating thoughts, but honestly what’s new?

SUMMARY — Bucky could never bear to look at you for too long because of how brightly you shone. But now, it’s somehow unbearable for the same and entirely different reasons.

WORD COUNT — 3.0k

NOTES — this is my last entry for @avengers-assemble-bingo’s bucky barnes birthday bingo event. i didn’t think i’d make it, but i made it by the skin of my teeth! thank you to everyone who expressed love for the stories i wrote for this, i had a lot of fun writing for my first bingo!

Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I’ll breathe again. —SARA BAREILLES, “Breathe Again”

Thin shafts of pale light creep through a gap in the faded curtains, stretching across his face and tugging him from a restless sleep. 

A few seconds later, a calloused hand sneaks out from beneath the threadbare covers and fumbles for the blaring alarm clock on the bedside table, silencing its ear-splitting toll with one firm tap. 

Bucky blinks his clearly eyes a few times, squinting against the intruding brightness, and pushes himself up onto his right elbow. The covers are then thrown off, and he doesn’t even flinch at the bite of chilled air against his bare skin. The springs of the narrow bed creaking under his shifting weight as he swings his legs over the side, bare feet finding the cool floorboards. 

SOME TYPE OF SKIN (3).

PAIRING — billy russo x reporter f!reader

CONTENTS — coarse language; pining; fluff; some angst; billy faces the consequences from part 2.

SUMMARY — Billy has told himself numerous times that whatever it is you two share, it wasn’t worth messing up his status quo. But suddenly, the stakes are higher than they’ve ever been… and the price of your life is one he’s definitely not willing to pay.

WORD COUNT — 3.2k

NOTES — so remember when i said this would be a three-parter?? i lied lmao. but i am going to leave this little tale aside for now while i work on blossom & bloom. i will come back to this eventually though… because these two need to bone. like, yesterday. so yeah, these two will get a better conclusion than this—although this was very fun to write 🤭

« PART 1 || PART 2

Spring is barely here, but it’s unseasonably warm today in New York. The sun is high in the sky, warm enough for you to walk back home from the subway station with your jacket hanging from your arm, the ice in your soda already melted.

You frown at it before setting it down on your kitchen counter, half-drunk and watered down, and then you flop onto the couch with a loud sigh. You set down the baseball bat Karen had let you borrow, but you’d forgotten to give back to her before heading home. No matter. You’d see her tomorrow.

OF ALL THE WAYS TO DIE.

PAIRING — hades!bucky barnes x human f!reader

CONTENTS — oneshot; alternate universe—ambiguous time period; inspired by greek mythology; inspired by the book thief; bittersweet ending; life and death; major character death; angst; fluff.

SUMMARY — A sparkling river you are forbidden to cross. An old wooden boat you are forbidden to ride. A mysterious man you can already feel you are forbidden to love. You do it all anyway.

WORD COUNT — 4.2k

ACT I: A River Enchanted

It is a fact that all things die eventually. Ah, please do not fret. You are the ones who haunt Death, after all.

Fortunately for you, it is very rarely the other way around.

I heard her before I saw her.

With each careful and almost hesitant step, her growing shadow slowly hid me from the warm late-summer sun.

i truly am sorry for this one…

REQUIEM.

PAIRING — captain hook!bucky barnes x fairy f!reader

CONTENTS — one-shot; alternate universe—neverland; inspired by peter pan; fluff; angst; past character deaths.

SUMMARY — A fairy without her wings and a captain without his crew—two misfits manage to find each other in the cruel dark world that is Neverland.

WORD COUNT — 3.1k

The forest is a cold and desolate place at night. During the day, when the sun is shining, Neverland is breathtaking. But that’s part of the trap, you see. 

And once you fall in, you can never leave. 

Peter Pan would never allow it. 

this one’s for @writing-for-marvel 😚💕

TIMELESS.

PAIRING — bucky barnes x time traveller f!reader

CONTENTS — one-shot; references to non-graphic violence; mild sexual content; star-crossed lovers; angst; minimal fluff; time travel.

SUMMARY — You've been lost for as long as you can remember, jumping from year to year, from time to time. You can never stay long, unable to control when or where you land. One day, after being suddenly propelled into the turbulent 1940s in America, you meet Bucky Barnes—handsome, charming, and, unbeknownst to either of you, doomed.

WORD COUNT — 3.0k

It was always a little bit frightening when it happened; the ground beneath you disappeared, leaving you with that sick feeling of your stomach falling, your vision obscured by a blinding light and swirling colours.

oh look 👀 more old fics!

LOVE TASTES LIKE STRAWBERRIES.

PAIRING — baker!colin shea x patisserie f!reader

CONTENTS — one-shot; modern au; alternate universe—bakery; rivals in love; fluff; coarse language.

SUMMARY — You have a standing rivalry with the bakery across town, but you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate. And despite how much you act like it, you don’t actually hate Colin Shea.

WORD COUNT — 3.3k

“Hey, Princess!” 

You bite back a groan, trying to ignore it, hoping against hope that you were just hearing things. 

But then you hear it again. “Over here, your highness!” 

don’t mind me, just posting some old fics 👀

TO BE ALRIGHT.

PAIRING — bucky barnes x steve rogers

CONTENTS — ficlet; fluff; very light angst; anti-endgame (in my head this is the ending we got, okay??); happy birthday bucky!

SUMMARY — In a world where so many things have changed, at least one thing remains consistent.

WORD COUNT — 1.2k

NOTES — another one for @avengers-assemble-bingo’s bucky’s birthday bingo event. i am going to keep these short and sweet because i feel like i might go crazy otherwise 😵‍💫 this is also my first standalone stucky fic 🥺 they make me so soft, i should do this more often!!

It’s been a tough day. 

The mission was ultimately successful, but only just barely. Bucky stands in front of his apartment door, taking what’s supposed to be a deep stabilizing breath but it doesn’t do much to ease the tension in his shoulders. 

A SOUL WITH NO KING.

PAIRING — winter soldier!bucky barnes x f!reader

CONTENTS — ficlet; mutual pining; some fluff, if you do enough mental gymnastics; maybe just a tiny smidge dark? idk really, you decide.

SUMMARY — Wanting used to be enough for him, until it wasn’t.

WORD COUNT — 1.2k

NOTES — another one for @avengers-assemble-bingo’s bucky barnes birthday bingo event. i don’t really know what this is, tbh, but this is what came out when i saw this prompt 🤨 is it fluffy? is it angsty? not really, but i thought it was fun nonetheless 🤭 thanks for stopping by!

Wanting used to be enough for him, until it wasn’t.

He spends most of his days watching you from afar. It’s all he finds himself doing whenever he comes to the surface, and no one really says anything even if they do notice. After all, it’s not a strange occurrence for a member of the team to look over at any given time, only to find Bucky staring longingly in your direction.

SOME TYPE OF SKIN (2).

PAIRING — billy russo x reporter f!reader

CONTENTS — part 2 of a short trilogy; home invasion; coarse language; billy is such a little shit; hints of pining; some fluff.

SUMMARY — There’s an intruder in your apartment, but despite your self-defence training, you are hopeless against him… in more ways than one.

WORD COUNT — 2.3k

NOTES — soooo i decided to make this a three-parter. billy will face consequences for his shenanigans in part 3. coming soon! 💕

« PART 1 || PART 3 »

You look around carefully when you reach your front door, eyeing the small camera above the door, still breathing a little hard from your run and wearing only one earbud as you fumble with your keys.

WHAT’S IN A NAME?

PAIRING — tangerine x f!reader

CONTENTS — drabble; blind dates; blood and implied violence; coarse language; reader is horny, okay? and i’m not sorry; one (1) brief reference to hate sex.

SUMMARY — your blind date is a walking red flag (he’s literally covered in blood), but you’re going through a dry spell and god damn it if he’s not the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.

WORD COUNT — 958

NOTES — please excuse me, i am just obsessed with aaron taylor-johnson lately and i am in such a mood this friday night 😩 also, idk if i’ll write more for this guy solely because his codename is so damn dumb lmao! but i guess never say never 🤭

This is the last time you ever say yes to a blind date, even if it has been ages since you were properly and thoroughly laid. Where the hell did your friend even find this guy?

constellations of vital phenomena.

PAIRING — bucky barnes x f!reader

CONTENTS — one-shot; fluff; mild angst; greek mythology elements (i took so many liberties with this so pls don’t come at me with your notes ☝🏻🤓 okay?); first-person narration/told from Eros’s pov; kind of a valentine’s day special but also not really? idk.

SUMMARY — For the first time ever, Eros’s arrow strikes the wrong target. And now, the god of love is faced with the task of unravelling the newly formed bond between Bucky Barnes and a woman the Fates have decided is not his soulmate—and yet.

W/C — ~3.7k

I like to check up on you all every now and then. It’s how I learn, and there is still much to know about you mortals, even after all this time. 

And there’s just something extremely unsatisfying about leaving a story unread, isn’t there? Especially if it is a tale I helped set in motion. 

Cinque Terre is a lovely chaos of patterns and vivid colours, and under the azure sky with a cup of gelato in hand, I adjust my hat and pretend to be preoccupied with the sight of the sparkling sea, smiling to myself as I observe a pair of lovers standing nearby. 

The cheeky little things are supposed to be wrapping up a work trip, but before they leave this little slice of Mediterranean paradise, they pretend for a moment that they’re on a romantic getaway. 

They hold each other by the waist as they breathe in air rich with the mingling aromas of freshly baked focaccia and the briny sea, and anyone who looks upon them will know they are in love. 

some type of skin.

PAIRING — billy russo x reporter f!reader

CONTENTS — ficlet; fluff; tiny bit of angst if you squint really, really hard; a dash of pining; references to some canon-typical violence; some very mild innuendo.

SUMMARY — after a harrowing experience, billy surprisingly takes the matter of your personal safety into his very own hands.

W/C — ~1.6k

NOTES — so I decided to write something short and fun for @elixirfromthestars’s cinema writing challenge and honestly, i’m not 100% satisfied with this (when am i ever tho?) but also trying not to overthink this too much. please excuse me while I continue to scream into the void about this stupidly beautiful man. I apologize in advance for the person I have been and am going to be for the next few weeks; ben barnes has such a firm grip on my fucking throat lmao 🤭

When he asked you to meet him here at Anvil headquarters so you could finally interview him for that story in the Bulletin, this isn’t exactly what you were expecting. 

Instead of being seated in his second floor office overlooking the main part of the warehouse, you’re standing in the basement dressed in your crisp white blouse, hastily pressed pencil skirt, and low heels. You toy with the press pass hanging around your neck, unsure what to do with your hands. 

this body is not mine.

PAIRING — pietro maximoff x gn!reader

CONTENTS — oneshot; coarse language; angst; minimal fluff if you squint; hurt/comfort?; self-destructive tendencies; blood/injury; obviously not at all canon compliant but i honestly could not care less!

SUMMARY — your pain has made you reckless, and it's getting harder for pietro to watch you bleed.

W/C — 3.2k

Like with most other things, it happened suddenly and quietly. 

One minute, you were stepping off a quinjet and onto the tarmac back at SHIELD headquarters in Washington. Your fellow agent and your best friend followed closely behind as you shared a few laughs, still high off another successful mission. The Triskelion stood tall in the near distance, the sun’s rays bouncing off its windows as you crossed the runway. You lifted a hand to shield your eyes from the blinding light for only the briefest of moments. 

The next, Steve Rogers’s voice was blaring over the PA system and you found yourself staring down the barrel of a gun. Your friend, the one who’d taken you under her wing when you first joined SHIELD, who taught you everything you needed to know about being an agent, your most trusted and respected colleague, was the one pointing it at you. 

you’re a mean one.

‣ pairing — lloyd hansen x doctor f!reader

‣ contents — oneshot, coarse language, rom-com vibes??? dark but soft??? new year special, allusions to violence, blood/injury, fluff, and i would say morally grey protagonists but tbh there’s really nothing grey about them.

‣ summary — they say that there’s nothing more frightening than a pissed off, gun-wielding, profusely-bleeding lloyd hansen who’s trying to be nice… except, maybe, for his equally unstable doctor.

‣ word count — 1.8k (omg finally a short one!!)

‣ notes — this is my first time writing for lloyd and it was so much fun, even if writing a rom-com style piece for a couple of psychopaths is still extremely hard lmao. i might make this AU a ~thing~ later, although i’m still a bit unsure 👀 anyway, happy new year, my loves! bonus points if you can pinpoint my pushing daisies reference 🤭

Lloyd stares down at the brown file folder lying open on the kitchen counter, your picture pinned to the inside flap, pondering how quickly even the most carefully laid plans can change. 

Because you were supposed to be the means to an end. He’s been doing this a very long time and he’s since learned, that for men like Sierra Six, it always comes down to sentiment. According to Carmichael’s intel, before you left the CIA for the private sector in search of more, let’s say, lucrative work, you and Court Gentry had quite the history—the sordid romantic kind, the kind that’s the easiest to exploit. 

Lloyd scoffs, his hand tightening around his wine glass. The thought of you in bed with that rogue CIA shitbag makes him physically ill, and he quickly throws back the remainder of his drink to push down the bile that’s rising in his throat. 

snow birds.

‣ pairing — frank adler x f!reader

‣ contents — xmas/holidays, angst [referenced character death, grief], fluff, childhood frenemies in love, mutual pining, not actually unrequited love

‣ summary — frank thought he closed that chapter of his life on love and romance a long time ago, but a fateful reunion on the dirt paths of a christmas tree farm seems to reopen an entire book of possibilities.

‣ word count — 5.1k

‣ notes — okay, again i’m not exactly thrilled about this one and also the first half of this turned out way angstier than i’d originally intended… but hey, i can’t help the way these stories turn out (i say, as if i’m not the one actually writing them 🫣). i also left the ending kind of open, but i think it works and at least i’m finally finished with this one! another character to add to my roster 🥰 i hope i did our frankie justice!

The rusted pickup truck rumbles to a stop, its wheels crunching on the gravel parking lot. Outside, the rich scent of pine needles perfume the humid air. Festive red and green ribbons adorn the nearby farmhouse, strings of twinkling lights strung overhead, the atmosphere absolutely screaming Christmas despite the blazing Florida sun. 

Before Frank even puts the truck in park, the passenger door flies open and a little blonde blur is bounding out, a scruffy one-eyed cat leaping out after her. 

“Stay close!” He calls as he follows suit, sighing heavily. That darn cat goes everywhere with them now, even places cats have no place being—like a Christmas tree lot, for example. 

deck the halls.

‣ pairing — ransom drysdale x f!reader

‣ contents — oneshot, coarse language, fluff, xmas/holidays, mutual disdain but it’s actually just mutual not-so-secret shameful pining

‣ synopsis — for the first time, you think that working for linda drysdale the night before christmas might not be such a bad thing after all.

‣ word count — 3.4k

‣ notes — tbh i’m not very happy with how this turned out but whatever, i’ve been stressing about this for way too long because it’s my first ransom fic, and i’m just done lol. shout out to @intrepidacious though for chatting with me about this fic all winter while i struggled, doing her best to motivate me and letting me vent my writing frustrations through the entire process. ilysm nika 💕

You angrily jam the pad of your finger against the speaker’s power button, cutting off the quaint holiday music and plummeting Linda Drysdale’s normally busy real estate office into silence.

For someone who consistently prides themselves on being so sensible and logical, you sure can be stupid sometimes.

Because you drag a free office chair towards you, anchoring it against the wall as best as you can before climbing on top of it. You teeter precariously, cursing under your breath as you strain to loop a gaudy red and green garland over the push pins above the office doorway.

shenanigans.

‣ pairing — steve rogers x f!reader

‣ contents — short meaningless drabble, established relationship, a light dusting of spice, fluff? and merry christmas eve my darlings! 💕

‣ summary — you follow steve into a dark closet 😏

‣ word count — 476

It takes Steve a few seconds for his mind to catch up to what’s happening. 

He went to the linen closet to grab some paper towels when he spilled champagne all over himself like an idiot, only to find that the kitchen was all out. He’d just grabbed a new roll when you came striding up behind him, shoving him into the closet and closing the door behind you.