#buckyywiththegoodhair

[buckyywiththegoodhair]

hello you - hope you’re doing well 🩷 all the love, always x

My darling May, seeing your name pop up in this ask box was the best unexpected surprise and quite a blast from the past. I have been doing well and I hope the same for you. I also hope you're still writing because I will never forget how much I adored it. Sending you all the love in return 💕

[irelandking]

avenger/agent reader fic recs

bucky barnes x reader

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut 📱 = social media au

multiparts/series:

single bed - @sebbymylove16

Part 2 & Part 3 You and Bucky have to share a single bed on a mission and it prompts him to say what’s been on his mind for a while ❤️

sly as a fox - @sunmoonandeddie

Part 1 (master list links are broken)

After the blip, the Avengers continue on with business as usual.  But they soon find out that while they were away, someone took it upon themselves to do the job they left behind. ❤️📱

catch me - @buckyywiththegoodhair

In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what. ❤️😔

honey and the bee - @chrevastan

One sleepless night brings you to the large communal kitchen at the Avengers Compound. Fully furnished and equipped but barely used, you decide to give the room a little culinary love. Little did you know, your new hobby would bring you some special moments with your friends and opportunities to get to know the newest addition to your team—Bucky Barnes. [chef!reader, baker!reader, avenger!reader, t: enemies-to-lovers] ❤️😔

10 signs an introvert likes you - @andyl394

Bucky wasn’t the type of guy to show his feelings and neither were you the one to notice subtle things, until you come across this video; A guidance that may help you discover rather The Winter Soldier likes you or not. ❤️

mirror for the sun - @imhereforbvcky

Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other. ❤️😔

guiding light - @wkemeup

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can. 😔

deadcrush - @heli0s-writes

Part 2 & Part 3 Deadcrush, a game played based on the question “what historical figure would I want to take on a date if they were alive today?” ❤️

best boyfriend you never had - @language-rxgers

When you find out your sister is getting married and expects you to bring a date to her wedding in two months, you panic, having not gone on so much as a coffee date with a guy in far too long. After all, being an Avenger doesn’t leave too much time for a life outside of work. So, when your best friend, none other than the James Buchanan Barnes himself, offers to pretend to be your boyfriend and plus one, how can you refuse? It seems like something that would come out of a movie. However, real life is never like the movies, and stories like this never go as planned. ❤️😔

the coupon book - @tuiccim

12 part series each part a sexy coupon being used 🔥

play pretend - @wkemeup

part 2 When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help. But once that line is crossed, Bucky’s not sure he can ever go back. (sex pollen) 🔥

almost had me believing it - @tuiccim

An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise. ❤️😔🔥

[reelovesbuckybarnes]

Ok so i had send a friendly "hi how are you doing? Hope that you are having a good day" on someone's rp blog (you already will know which character it is).

And this person has replied back kindly though but as soon as i had wanted to reply back in rp...

And just like that ...

I got blocked.

That person must've immediately figured out who i am , the girl that had accidentally broken an rp rule twice and lost two rp partners cos of it etc.

I was like 'whoa i was just being nice' ...

Like I'd mentioned before i had met a really nice person on another rp website (which i still won't mention) and i had explained the whole situation to that person as well. That person understands me very well and that person is gonna make a rp bucky barnes account on here and that one is also gonna be my rp boyfriend.

And best of all that person is not gonna let him get warned against me on here by other rp people on here. That person won't take shit from no one either.

I will apologize to those anon tumblr users a million times over for my mistakes but please, just please let me be happy in rp again ok? Thank you .

@lizette50 @tjhammondrp @asipofwineandfandoms @scentedkittenperfection @j-bucky-barnes-anon @just-shower-thoughts @sarahrogersevans @buckyywiththegoodhair @chrishemsworht @chris-evans @eddiemadmunson

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Okay CHALLENGE FOR ALL MY FIC WRITERS OUT THERE.

If you do a take on this for a spn character or a marvel character (or rpf for either) tag me (this blog for spn and @until-theend-oftheline for marvel) it and I will read and reblog. The funnier the better! Not limeted to those I tag.

@blacktithe7 @jewels2876 @buckyywiththegoodhair @bucky-at-bedtime @bucky-is-my-precious @avengerscompound @sorenmarie87 @angelkurenai @luci-in-trenchcoats @after-avenging-hours @bionic-buckyb @mrswhozeewhatsis @evansrogerskitten @fictionalabyss @grace-for-sale @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @just-another-busy-fangirl @kitsn0w @katymacsupernatural

[sharkbaitouhaha]

My beautiful daughter, I will adore you for forever and a day. You are too kind for tagging me in that post and please know that you can always come to me if you’re having a bad day. I will happily swat those pesky unwanted days as far away from you as possible ❤️

You are the sweetest, my dear mother I adore you ❤️

Thank you for being so caring and creating such beauty, you truly have a gift and I’m so glad you decide to share it with all of us!

I hope you’re doing well!

[esthetismes]

Only Us (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Y/N has been friends with Steve Rogers for years, and has been in love with him for almost that entire time. What she doesn’t know is that her feelings may not be unrequited, after all...

It had been a long, hard, exhausting mission.

When she'd gotten to her room after clearing medical, she hadn't even taken off her combat suit. She'd crawled under her sheets, pulling them up to her chin, and was now seated with her back against her headboard, staring blankly ahead as she processed what had just occurred. She didn't even flinch as she heard a knock on her door - her only response was to turn her head slowly towards the source of the noise.

It was Steve standing in her doorway, and she was not surprised in the least. He always checked on her first right after a mission - something that she attributed to the proximity of his room to hers instead of giving in to the spark of hope that threatened to envelop her chest. She tried to ignore the fact that he was clad in only the black long-sleeved undershirt he wore under his suit on missions as he took a step into the room. Like her, he hadn't showered yet, and his hair was a mess, a small tiny blonde strand falling across his forehead.

“You alright?”

She was broken out of her ogling by his question, and she felt her chest flutter with affection. This was why she'd fallen for him, hard - because he wasn't just the most beautiful man she'd ever met. He was kind, he was honest, and he was true to what he believed in. He was sincere and smart, compassionate and forthright. He always, always checked in on everyone else first after a mission.

“I’m fine,” she assured him. "Really." She met his eyes knowingly. “How are you?”

“I’m okay. Only a couple of scratches,” he replied, trying to brush it off. When she rolled her eyes, he raised his eyebrows. “What?”

"You got hit pretty hard, Steve. I was there." She swallowed hard at the memory - she'd been in the room when he'd gotten completely blindsided by a punch in the gut.

He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Did you even go to medical yet?" she questioned, and saw his jaw clench - she knew the answer immediately. "Didn't think so. Why do you always have to check in on everyone else first before you allow yourself to be okay?”

Surprise flashed across his face for a moment before it disappeared again. He obviously hadn’t expected her to call him out.

“I’m fine,” he repeated.

She leaned back against the headboard again. “Okay, Cap,” she conceded softly, sending him a gentle smile.

She looked away, but she could still sense him in the doorway. A few moments passed and she remained silent, giving him time. He was a man whose words were always well thought through and meaningful - if he’d stayed, there was a purpose for it. This time, she guessed that it was because he was thinking of the right way to word his thoughts.

“I’m finally able to take care of people.”

She looked up again as he spoke, eyebrows furrowing. “Hm?” She hadn't been expecting that.

He sighed, his blue eyes holding hers for a moment before he dropped his gaze to the floor. He took a few steps forward, sitting down cautiously in her desk chair. She couldn’t help the tiny smile that graced her lips despite feeling the incoming heaviness of the conversation - because she knew that Steve wasn’t comfortable enough with most people (especially women, based on the time period in which he was raised) to just enter and sit in their room without permission. They’d been good friends for years since she'd joined the team so it didn’t surprise her that he’d done it in hers, but the thought still made her smile.

“When I was younger, I couldn’t save myself, let alone anyone else,” he continued to explain, and she was broken out of her reverie. “When they put the serum in me, I was finally able to help people. Now it kind of feels like that’s what I’m obliged to do.”

She was entirely taken aback. She'd known he felt responsible for keeping everyone safe, but she hadn't known the extent of it. She felt her heart break a little.

She paused for a moment before shaking her head. “You’re also obliged to take care of yourself, Steve,” she said softly. She knew she was treading in dangerous water with a man who’d literally tried to lay down his own life for others multiple times before. She cautiously lifted a hand to rest on his arm, and his gaze fell to her hand for a brief moment before meeting her eyes. She tried to ignore his intense gaze as she repeated, “Steve. How can you take care of anyone else if you’re not okay yourself?”

His gaze stayed on hers for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. He finally broke away, appearing deep in thought, before he let out a quiet, heavy sigh, leaning back in the chair and running his fingers over the stubble that was grazing his jaw. His free hand was clenched into a fist that rested on his knee, and she took a deep breath before swinging her legs over the side of the bed, sliding her fingers down from where they rested on his arm and gently prying his fingers apart.

"Are you okay, Steve?" she finally asked softly, breaking the silence and watching the emotions play out across his face. He was normally so stoic and calm, but she could see the conflict in his eyes as he looked up at her again. She was surprised as he suddenly threaded their fingers together and held on tight, closing his eyes. His long eyelashes danced across his cheeks, and she wrapped her free hand around their joined ones. She didn't dare move or breathe - all she could do was watch, and wait. She knew he'd bottled up so much emotion while trying to be the brave one in the group, and he needed to let it out. She could only pray that maybe she would be the one to help him do that.

But then he'd stood up so quickly that the chair had gone backwards with a screech, and their hands had fallen apart so fast that it took her a moment to register what had happened.

"I'm gonna go check on Wanda," he said abruptly, and then he was gone, the door closing behind him.

She stared at the closed door, stunned. She wasn't sure why, but her heart felt like it had broken a bit more at Steve's abrupt departure. After all these years, she had really thought that this was going to be the time that he opened up to her completely.

She finally swung her feet back up onto her bed, her eyebrows furrowed. She felt tears begin to prick at the back of her eyelids, and she hastily cleared her throat to get rid of them. She knew they were good friends, but maybe that deep, dark part of him was meant for the one he would eventually fall in love with.

She wanted so desperately to be that somebody.

There were moments, glimmers of hope that maybe he felt the same way - soft glances, gentle touches, compliments. Movie nights where his arm was thrown around her and his laughter was in her ears. Difficult missions where he sat beside her in the Quinjet on the way home, and rested his hand on her knee as a gesture of comfort. Difficult missions where she'd been so exhausted that she'd woken up when they landed with her head on his shoulder and his soft blue eyes sending her a gentle smile of reassurance. That time she'd gotten seriously injured and had woken up to find him asleep in the chair beside her bed in the med bay.

But in all the years she'd known him, Steve had never made a move once to make them definitively more than friends. He was a good man, and a great friend, but maybe all these little moments were only representative of that friendship.

She rolled over, turning off her bedside lamp, and closed her eyes tight. She had to find a way to accept that she wasn't going to be Steve's person, even if she knew deep down that he was hers.

A/N: Part 2 coming soon... Let me know if you want to be tagged! 

@lowdensnose

[captainmarvels]

top 5 Eggsy Unwin looks™️

god, you’ve got me there

the classic and first SS suit

his orange suit jacket out from TGC

white cap and yellow jacket!

his snowsuit outfit 

and of course, his wedding uniform :’)

((does him being shirtless count too??))

ask me my “TOP 5” anything!

[volklana]

To all my Bucky gang I am so sorry you have had to wait so long for the final part of this fic but it is done and just needs to be edited so it should be up tomorrow!

In the mean time if you haven't read, or need a reminder on the series so far please feel free to catch up here!

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I Could Drown Myself In Someone Like You (Masterlist)

Biker!Bucky

Title Comes From This Song:

Request: Hey girl I literally just found your blog and when I tell you I BINGED your Ride series. Please I beg could we have some more Biker Bucky? Maybe barmaid reader? I really don't mind as long as we get some BikerBuck!

Warnings: Past Domestic Abuse. Alcohol Abuse. Violence.

If that isn't for you, please don't read, protect your peace and you can catch me next time xx

Part I

Part II

Part III

[buckyywiththegoodhair]

Hi so sorry to bother. I was trying to read Voicemail but the link says the post is unavailable. Was wondering if the fic was deleted?

Hi, darling! Not a bother at all! That fic, along with most of my other fics, were deleted. The only one that's still up is "Catch Me".

[writingruna]

Can you do 85 with Eggsy please? (And a guest appearance by JB if that's not too much to ask) you're the best and I adore youuu 😙

The sun was rising when Eggsy finally made it home the night before. He had climbed stiffly into bed beside you, kissing you softly before lying on his back and closing his eyes. His breathing had been shallow, but he didn't answer when you questioned him, and you let him feign sleep until it finally overcame him. You stayed in bed while he slept, reviewing your files with JB curled at your feet.

"Are you sure you're alright?" you asked him as you traced delicate patterns across his shoulder.

He had been telling you about the day before when you interrupted him. Eggsy grinned, although it was strained. "I'm sure, love. Nothing more than a few bruises. Lancelot was there to keep me from getting into trouble, and Merlin pulled us out before things got too rough."

It was obvious he was lying, but you simply kissed his forehead and stood up, crossing the room to where JB lay by your desk. You set your files on top of the others and sat on the ground beside the pup, his tail wagging wildly when you began scratching his ears. "Roxy has never been able to keep you out of trouble, Eggsy."

"Well, until I can take you out on missions with me, I’ll always get in a bit of trouble, but Roxy does what she can." He strained to push himself up by his elbows, watching you from across the room, a longing in his eyes, and you turned your attention more fully to the dog. "I've never been jealous of that dog before, but I haven't seen you in days and he seems to be getting more attention than me. It would be nice to kiss my girlfriend."

"I'm not going to be sympathetic until you go see a doctor," you said, rubbing JB's stomach as he rolled onto his back next to you. "However insistent you are that you are fine."

Eggsy sighed in defeat, dropping himself back to the mattress, and you looked up at him from the sweet dog by your side. "Would you look at my ribs, my sweet doctor?"

A small smile lit your face and you stood up, JB whining when you did. "I saw the bruises when you changed this morning, Eggsy. Your ribs are, at best, bruised and more likely broken." You sat on the bed beside him as he struggled to pull his shirt over his head and ran your fingers gently over the deep purple bruises that covered his chest. He flinched when you reached his left side and you cringed. "There's an ice pack in the freezer. Pick out a movie,  you're stuck in bed until tomorrow."

"At least I have the most stunning doctor in England to take care of me."

[poealsobucky]

buckyywiththegoodhair ?

Ahh Nicole! We don’t talk as much as we used to but I still adore her! She got me into the kingsman movies, and let me fangirl over her writing and her as a human without making me feel dumb for all the high-pitched noises I was making. I hope she is enjoying her writing hiatus and school is going well! 💗

[goldenapollos]

lostweasley’s first follow forever!

it’s come to my attention that i’ve recently hit 100 followers so i wanted to do a follow forever to show my support and appreciation! if you’re not on this list it’s nothing personal i’m just really bad at organising things lmao.

bolded are my favourites!

alexsunmners, bensolcs, buckyywiththegoodhair, captajnphasma, cerseilennistre, cruvcio, danielwing, euphemiapottcr, expelumos, gryffindvor, infaernal, kateautsen, malfoys, matthishelvar, mavencalore, meraudurs, obiwaen, osarons, persrephone, refrigeratorbucky, rhaeken, scorpiusmlfy, thominho, troysivan, valramorghulis, vauneck

[creativexdreamer]

I'm just realizing now that i've never sent an ask your way, which seems wrong considering all the asks you've sent MY way. Anyways, I just wanted to drop in and say that I hope that life is treating you, one of the sweetest people on this site, well ❤️

Aww thanks so much! 💙 I really appreciate you saying that. I’ve been having a little bit of a rocky week this week. Work has been hectic and I worked a bunch of long hours, but thankfully it’s my weekend now, and I can finally relax. So things have been starting to look up.

Thanks for checking in on me. I hope things are going well for you too! You are one of the sweetest people I’ve talked with on this site as well. And your posts always help make my day brighter. 😊

[who-the-hell-is-seb-stan]

The Suffragette: Part One

Summary: The reader suddenly finds herself going from being in early 20th century London to 21st century New York. Struggling to adapt and trust again she finds herself turning to the one man no one expected her to turn to, the deadly ex-assassin Bucky Barnes. Word Count: 696 Warnings: mentions of blood A/N: this is the first part to my first ever fic and it's just based off of an idea I had. I hope you like it!! I can't move. My brain feels like it's being fried as inhuman amounts of electricity are passed through my skull. The pain stops and I'm still paralysed with fear as the woman walks towards me. She doesn't know it but her attempts to wipe my memory are never completely successful after all she can't take away the soul crushing images of my knife impaling another innocent man that run through my mind every second of my life. I'm a Suffragette. Or at least a weapon of the Suffragettes. They injected me with some blue substance, called me a hero, armed me with a knife and pushed me into the world with a head full of commands that I feel compelled to fulfil. They say that if I eliminate those against our cause, the men, we will win. They claim to fight for equality but this isn't equality this is cold blooded murder. She gives me my mission and I'm on my way to the home of some politician. Apparently I need to kill him and any witnesses and if that's his wife and children then so be it. I break into his house with ease and begin the search for my target. The call me the Black Death and I've been called this for so long my old name is like a ghost. I find the man and kill him, slitting his throat whilst he works in his office. I try to leave as little blood as possible so as not to traumatise his family like it has traumatised me and I leave barely questioning what I have just done. When I arrive back at the base, a dingy basement of someone's house, she praises me and promises me I've done the right thing. I'm not convinced. What she says next is new. ‘Your service has been great Black Death and we thank you for it’ like I had any choice in the matter ‘but we no longer need you’. My head snaps up in surprise and I wait for her to finish. ‘Although our war for equality is an important one, something more pressing demands our attention. We are putting our campaigns on hold until the Great War is won so we have no use for you’. What will she do with me? Will she kill me? Or just wipe me again and push me into the world and let me fend for myself. 'The plan is to freeze you’. Once again my head snaps up to look at her and I'm astounded. She going to what? ‘What?’ My question mirrors my thoughts and I speak before I have a chance to think. She slaps me clean across the face and it stings. ‘You will not speak unless you asked to, understood?’ I nod silently. ‘Good’ she continues. ‘We think your… enhancements will allow your body to be able to cope in conditions that normal people would not survive in. We will freeze you until the war is won and when we need you again we will hopefully be able to thaw you back out’. Wow, I think to myself, she sounds so sure of this plan and I smirk to myself at my own sarcasm. ‘Is this OK?’ She questions and I nod again. Once again I don't really think I have a choice. They lead me to a strange chamber. It looks like a tomb and I'm strapped in, tight. They close the lid and I close my eyes preparing for what's to come. I hear muffled voices. One of them says ‘let's go’ and I hardly have time to blink before the cold incapacitates my body and I see black. ‘I think she's waking up’ ‘Yes, Dr Banner come quickly she's definitely waking up’ ‘Prepare yourself people for our third super soldier to join the mix’ More voices. They don't sound British. Definitely not British. Oh God where am I? What's happening? I don't want to open my eyes but if I don't I'm vulnerable for attack. When I blink them open I see a kind faced, grey haired man peering down at me… encouragingly? ‘Welcome to 2017 Miss Y/L/N'. Thank you @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping me out with this!! I hope you liked it that was just the first part so it was quite short but there will be more

[until-theend-oftheline]

Anyone that wants to do this tag me here for marvel/marvel actors and I will read and reblog.

Or tag me at @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for spn/spn actors.

If you have a third fandom in mind shoot me a message and I will let you know if I will be reading reblogging that one and which blog to tag for it.

Tags are for signal boost not limeted to who can do this. Also zero pressure on those I tag to either write or reblog. Just a for fun little thing.

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“We used to be engaged, but even though it’s been years since we last saw each other I still kept on forgetting to change my emergency contact and you come running into the ER with tears in your eyes” AU

- (@yellowmagicalgirl)

[sharkbaitouhaha]

Once upon a time, you accidentally called me “mom” and it’s easily one of my favorite Tumblr moments ever (yes, this is me being nostalgic like only a mother can).

Aww mom is getting nostalgic! Honestly this message just made my heart so happy, I hope you’re doing well mom