#lev 🩵

[intrepidacious]

for special sss: bucky + "you look good like this" ??

like the ones i used to know | b.b.

a/n: me? obsessed with the symbolism of bucky's hair? what makes you say that

"Funny," Bucky huffed, dragging his hand through his hair, gritting his teeth as the short strands bristled against his palm; it’d been a stupid decision to cut it off himself, but he hadn’t been able to sleep.

Sam had fixed the worst of it, thankfully, but he still felt oddly exposed without something covering his ears, the too sharp cut of his jaw, the pale scars along his temples. It was the first time in decades he didn’t have to look into the mirror and see a stranger, and he found he wasn’t used to it anymore.

"No, really," you said, still staring at him like he was a different person now, and, geez, Bucky wished it were that easy, "May I?"

He lowered his head so you could brush your fingers through the hair at the crown of his head, gently, curiously, and he had to force himself not to reach out for you and pull you closer because who on earth did he think he was; the Bucky that might have deserved you once was long gone, no matter how much he wanted to pretend there was still a chance to be him again.

You hummed, an appreciative sound that made him blink at you in surprise; there was a soft smile on your face that made his heart flutter traitorously, and you gently tousled his hair once again before stepping back with a chuckle.

"I like it," you decided, turning away before you added, "but I’m buying you a hat before you catch a cold," and it was a very good thing that you did because that was exactly when Bucky realized he was in love with you.

[itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare]

eeeee theme change‼️‼️ I love the muted shade and winter vibes ❄️🫶

aaahh thank you 🥰🥰

[peachesofteal]

i’ve been dying for more fics with daddy kink and simon for the looongest time but they’re all price so raspberry girl is my dream came true THANK YOU 🩵

Ugh me too. I've been working on building a "voice" for daddy kink Simon for months now and I'm glad you like it!

I do think Price is the ultimate father figure daddy kink character but I struggle finding his voice so instead of even trying I just go to the holy trinity (lev, ceil, sy) for all my needs.

[sealestialangel]

 

     𓏲　monitoring（ deco*27 ）npts　｡　　💗 　　₊ ˚⊹

         req｡ by milly + fem╱neu╱masc ᵔᵔ　₊

 

⠀⠀❛ 👁️｡ ⠀names

mon╱moni，monitor，watch，watchie╱watchy，watcher，surv╱surve，survey，surveil，obbie╱obby，obsession，perce，percy╱percie，perception，con╱conce，concern，worry，love，lovely，amour，heart，kiss，knock，knocky╱knockie，knocker，door，peep，peephole，mik，mimi╱kiki，miki╱miku，ward，wardell，mira，theora，sianet，wake，wakeman，greg，gregor，gregory，absaar，hector，dante，arezou，désirée╱désiré，esha，desiderius，nahia，dilək╱dilek，ahava，esme，venus，aimée╱amée╱amy，lev，care，inayah，henny，nechama，sam，samantha，naima ｡

⠀⠀❛ 💋｡ ⠀pronouns

sh*╱h*r，ve╱vir，ze╱hir，clo╱close，close╱closes，close╱closed，closed╱closeds，shut╱shuts，door╱doors，peep╱peeps，peep╱hole，peephole╱peepholes，eye╱eyes，watch╱watchs，watch╱watching，ob╱observe，observe╱observes，moni╱monitor，monitor╱monitors，monitor╱monitoring，monitoring╱monitorings，surv╱surveil，surveil╱surveils，sta╱stalk，stalk╱stalks，stalk╱stalker，stalker╱stalkers，obs╱obsess，obssess╱obssessed，obssess╱obssession，obsession╱obsessions，want╱wants，need╱needs，lo╱love，love╱loves，luv╱luvs，amo╱amos，amo╱amor，amor╱amors，ad╱adore，adore╱adores，ki╱kiss，kiss╱kisses，mwah╱mwahs，mar╱marry，marry╱marrys，marry╱marriage，marriage╱marriages，heart╱hearts，mi╱miku，miku╱mikus，miku╱mikur，vocal╱vocals，vocal╱vocaloid，vocaloid╱vocaloids⦂ 👁️╱👁️s，👁️‍🗨️╱👁️‍🗨️s，👀╱👀s，🩷╱🩷s，🩵╱🩵s，💜╱💜s，💚╱💚s，❤️╱❤️s，💗╱💗s，💓╱💓s，💞╱💞s，💕╱💕s，💘╱💘s，💖╱💖s，❣️╱❣️s，❤️‍🩹╱❤️‍🩹s，❤️‍🔥╱❤️‍🔥s，💔╱💔s，💋╱💋s，😘╱😘s，🥰╱🥰s，😍╱😍s，💍╱💍s，💎╱💎s，🚪╱🚪s，🎵╱🎵s，🎶╱🎶s，🎼╱🎼s ｡

⠀⠀❛ 💦｡ ⠀titles

the watcher，(prn) who watches，the observer，(prn) who observes，the (noun) you see through the peephole，the (noun) on the other side of the door，the (noun) on the outside looking in，(prn) who wants to be let in，(prn) who wants to see inside you，the obsessed (noun)，the devotee，the admirer，(prn) who is obsessed，the bully，(prn) who only came here to bully you，(prn) who is just as sad as you，(prn) who came to share in your sadness，(prn) who is checking up on you，the worried (noun)，(prn) who is worried about you，the distorted (noun)，the (noun) you have a distorted perception of ｡

[saturniasxenos]

Aphrodite Themed NPT ID Pack

Hello my lovelies, inside this pack you'll find pronouns, titles, names and genders that have a connection / relation to Lady Aphrodite, love, roses, doves, beauty, the sea, and all alike.

Lady Aphrodite is the most beautiful goddess. 🩷

Us humans, nonhumans, therians, and alike are all beautiful as well. 🩷

Pronouns:

Am/Ambro/Ambrosia/Ambrosias/Ambrosiaself

Aq/Aqu/Aqua/Aquas/Aquaself

Aqua/Aquama/Aquamarine/Aquamarines/Aquamarineself

Ap/Appl/Apple/Apples/Appleself

Bea/Beaut/Beauty/Beautys/Beautyself

Co/Cora/Coral/Corals/Coralself

Cha/Char/Charm/Charms/Charmself

Do/Dov/Dove/Doves/Doveself

Fo/Foa/Foam/Foams/Foamself

Gra/Grac/Grace/Graces/Graceself

Gra/Grace/Graceful/Gracefuls/Gracefulself

Gar/Garde/Garden/Gardens/Gardenself

Hea/Hear/Heart/Hearts/Heartself

Ja/Jasmi/Jasmine/Jasmineself

Lo/Lov/Love/Loves/Loveself

Myr/Myrt/Myrtle/Myrtles/Myrtleself

Mi/Mirr/Mirror/Mirrors/Mirrorself

Moon/Moonsto/Moonstone/Moonstones/Moonstoneself

Pea/Pear/Pearl/Pearls/Pearlself

Po/Pop/Poppy/Poppys/Poppyself

Pi/Pin/Pink/Pinks/Pinkself

Pur/Purp/Purple/Purples/Purpleself

Qua/Quart/Quartz/Quartzs/Quartzself

Rose/Rosequa/Rosequartz/Rosequartzs/Rosequartzself

Ro/Ros/Rose/Roses/Roseself

Rho/Rhodon/Rhodonite/Rhodonites/Rhodoniteself

Re/Red/Reds/Reds/Redself

She/Shell/Shells/Shells/Shellself

Sea/Seashe/Seashell/Seashells/Seashellself

Se/Sea/Seas/Seas/Seaself

Spa/Sparr/Sparrow/Sparrows/Sparrowself

Swa/Swan/Swans/Swans/Swanself

Swa/Swall/Swallow/Swallows/Swallowself

Va/Vani/Vanilla/Vanillas/Vanillaself

Ve/Venu/Venus/Venuss/Venusself

🫀/🫀's

🩷/🩷's

🩵/🩵's

❤/❤'s

💚/💚's

💜/💜's

💗/💗's

❣️/❣️'s

💕/💕's

💞/💞's

🐬/🐬's

🦢/🦢's

🕊/🕊's

🌹/🌹's

🍎/🍎's

Titles:

(X) Who Is Beautiful

Devotee of Aphrodite

Rosebud

(X) Who Loves

Child of Aphrodite

Lover of Doves

Lover of Swans

Lover of The Sea

Collector of Shells

(X) Who Nurtures

Risen From The Sea

Dancing In The Rose Field

Call of The Sparrow

Call of The Dove

Protector of Swans

Protector of The Sea

Protector of Sparrows

(X) Who Loves Doves

Names:

Fem: Aziza, Ahava, Adrianna, Asherah, Amy, Amandine, Amanda, Adora, Adoration, Amorra, Amarissa, Amadea, Amara, Amy, Adelpha, Annabelle, Aimee, Brooks, Charity, Coral, Cara, Carys, Cher, Cerys, Cordelia, Darya, Elska, Eri, Esha, Esme, Freya, Halia, Ines, Ivy, Ife, Juliet, Kasumi, Kailani, Kerensa, Laguna, Libi, Love, Mila, Mai, Milena, Minna, Marina, Moana, Mabel, Mia, Nereida, Pippa, Rain, Rose, Rosie, Rosa, Suki, Sandy, Talia, Valentina, Venus, Yang,

Masc: Alon, Adrian, Agapito, Agapius, Amor, Amantius, Amato, Amias, Aziz, Adonis, Beck, Beau, Conor, Connor, Cordian, Caspian, Connelly, Corwin, Caleb, Dilan, Dewey, Desiderio, David, Dariel, Deniz, Darrell, Erasmus, Erazem, Erastus, Eros, Fenmore, Firth, Finn, Hudson, Hart, Jed, Kevan, Kevin, Kordian, Kiefer, Kaito, Liev, Lev, Leif, Lennon, Liam, Leofric, Manju, Milos, Obi, Pacificus, Philip, Romeo, Rasmus, Rhys, Rudo, Sajan, Triton, Taddai, Taddeo, Thaddeus, Valentino, Valentine,

Neu: Aroon, Arrow, Adair, Amadeus, Aire, Aiko, Amoris, Anbu, Cariad, Caro, Ceri, Caron, Glyndwr, Ingrid, Jorah, Kealoha, Keris, Kerensa, Kama, Kamaka, Ler, Maite, Mirren, Muir, Navy, Ocean, Paris, Sailor, Shui, Siran, Tutku, Vale, Vashti, Yaretzi,

Genders:

Lovememory - It could be related to having memories of love ; memories of love being a part of your identity ; memories of love from / in ones past life ; and etcetera.

Idolovea - a gender related to idols & love! Being an idol of love , a love idol , an idol who spreads love , an idol who loves , etc!

Puramour -a gender where your only purpose is to find love .

Amoncitte - A gender Related to Ones hand Intwirled on Anothers , Feather light Kisses , Gentle care , Love letters , Sweet Nothings , Cherishment , && Pure Love.

Redstringic - a gender related to the concept of the red string of fate. this gender is related to love, the concepts of soulmates ( of any type of love ), && feeling complete.

Agapelic - a gender that embodies agape: godly love, also known as the highest form of love, unconditional and boundless. this gender feels intense and may be connected to divinity, or a godly being that represents agape.

Loverlexic - a lexic gender related / connected to the word ''lover''. this gender may or may not be related to romance, that's up for the user to decide!

Loveincarnic - a gender connected to loving love and loving being a lover.

Rosweetphrasic - A gender related to the phrase "A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet."

[archerbeans]

Happy Pride to my lovely queer TLOU fans!!

I don’t normally post my art on here but I’ve been playing this game a lot recently and I have a really strong connection to Lev and his character. Also my profound love for Abby 🩵🙏🏻 I wanted to draw something for pride month.

ilya 💜

[noctis-horrow]

Why demon Lev kinda.... 😳😳

- 🩵

He does have his charm (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

[liv3laughlev]

LEV’S INFO !! ☁️

hii! i’m lev :3 i’m not new to tumblr in fact my old acc is @drowsynyuu and you can find any old work of mine there.. any links you may need to find will be here including my masterlist for fandoms i plan to write for!

poe account !! ☁️ levu4

masterlist !! 🩵

post key !! 🐰

most dividers i use are made by cafekitsune :D

below are some rules i ask for you to follow if you plan on following my account :3 nothing too bad these are just so none of my boundaries are crossed !

please don't request anything with step/incest, SA, pedophilia, etc.. i genuinely will block you if you do :/

2. please credit me if you use my fics for inspiration or want to repost it on any platform in general

that's all !! thank you for taking the time to read this <3

[dilucs-princess]

dunno if lev is one of your f/os but the lil perv buys you all kinds of lingerie to dress you up in for a birthday fashion show - and give him smth to jack off to later 🩵

happy birthday by the way, princess! hope it was great!

- 🦥

Ooh hehe I like that! I'll show off to him, even better when he just grabs me when I wear his favourite <3

Ooh princess! Keep calling me that and see what happens ;)/lh

[intrepidacious]

A Cornucopia for You!

From: @levans44

Bucky Barnes; grumpy/sunshine, enemies to lovers; modern AU neighbors; fluff

You sat on your knees in the garden, your plush grass pairing nicely with the new petunias you were planting in rows at the corner of your house near the property line.

As you looked in front of you, you could see the way your well-treated lawn contrasted with the brown patches in that of your neighbor’s. Since he moved in, you watched as a once beautiful piece of land became a little overgrown. What confused you about it most, though, was the fact that you had never really seen him leave his house. Sure, every now and then, you’d hear the roar of a motorcycle and peek through your curtains to see the Beefcake riding away, but it was few and far between.

But the bike hadn’t left the driveway in some time, and as you looked down at the plethora of greens before you, you figured you had some to spare. Brushing your knees free of dirt and removing your gardening gloves, you decided to pay your reclusive neighbor a visit.

As you knocked on the door, you were caught by surprise when it whipped open, revealing him in all of his brooding glory. He wore a white tank, too tight for your sanity, as it clung to his abs and chest. And oh man, did he have abs for days.

You swallowed at the sight, but quickly averted your gaze to his face in response to this low grunt of, “what?”

That view wasn’t much better. The light stubble on his chiseled jaw had you fighting the urge to reach out and see if it would cut your finger.

“H-hi. I’ve got some extra petunias. I was wondering if you might want them? I-I’ll plant them if you want. I also have some lawn feeder if you’re interested. Not that your lawn is bad, it’s just, I thought I could help you care for it—not that you don’t know how to care for it! Just…”

You wanted to facepalm with the word vomit that was spilling out of your mouth, except…. the stranger started to smile, laugh lightly even. He saved you from making a further fool of yourself, too.

“I think that all sounds great, neighbor. I really appreciate it.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked out to his front yard. “Not really used to the whole ‘having my own home’ thing yet. I grew up in the city, so thank you for your offer.”

His smile had you bashfully blushing. “I’m Bucky by the way. And I just made lunch. You wanna, uh, come inside for some and we can discuss the grass that I don’t know how to take care of?”

You laughed and hid your face behind your hands. “I’m sorry about that. I told you I wasn’t assuming, though!”

He laughed at that and it was like music to your ears, as he held the door open for you and you became enveloped in the most homey aromas.

PLEASE I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THIS 😭😭 big city boy bucky!! could let me ride on his motorcycle 👉🏼👈🏼

this was such a lovely surprise omg thank you @levans44 for requesting this for me?? 🥺 and essie you're an artist omg i'm swooning !!! thank you thank you thank you 💛

[ismahanescorner]

March-June Wrap-up🩵 |2024

books:

Spearcrest Saints: 5/5

Spearcrest Devil: 2/5

Spearcrest Prince: 3/5

Found in You: 5/5

Lev: 3/5

Empire of Hate: 4,5/5

Empire of Lust: 4/5

Wayne Family Adventures (vol. 1): 4/5

Wayne Family Adventures (vol. 2): 4/5

Pirate Girls: 4/5

Spearcrest Rose: 4/5

Bitter Heat: 2/5

God of War: 4/5

movies & shows:

Awdet El-Nadla: 6/10

Bab El-Hara (S1/S2): 7/10

True Luna: 4/10

Curse of the Dragon King: 5/10

Mashle (S1): 5/10

The Apothecary Diaries: 8/10

A Sing of Affection: 7/10

Madame Web: 4/10

Anyone but You: 5/10

Migration: 5/10

The Tearsmith: 5/10

We Will Love Again: 4/10

The Marvels: 6/10

How to Date Billy Walsh: 7/10

Damsel: 7/10

The Hybrid Princess: 7/10

Firefly: 7/10

Serenity: 7/10

The Fifth Element: 7/10

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: 6/10

Demon Slayer (S4): 7/10

The Back of the Unwanted Bride: 5/10

Fallen for my Best Friend’s Dad: 4/10

You Belong with Me: 6/10

Taming the Lion: 4/10

Hit Man: 7/10

[intrepidacious]

i cannot believe this was your first time writing bucky, this was just perfect!!! he deserves someone this sweet 🥺

In the Mood

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: He tells himself it’s fine. 

Gotta keep moving—bigger things to do, too many items on his list.  His libido doesn’t even crack the top ten. 

Until he met… you.

warnings: angst. aka the tortured mind™ of james buchanan barnes. sexual frustration, internalized guilt. mention of erectile dysfunction/anxiety around intimacy. eventual fluff.

word count: 1.5k

Bucky’s got… a list. 

Steve’s the one who planted the idea in his head—ways to keep his feet moving, even when his mind couldn’t. Granted, Bucky’s list isn’t tucked into a literal pocket-sized notebook, but it's there.

Some parts are harder than others—debts, loose ends, reparations.

Others, more straightforward. Try sushi. Learn how to download that album Sam won’t shut up about. Figure out the whole ‘zodiac sign compatibility’ thing.

And then there’s the… in-between. Somewhere between the boring and the impossible.

Pieces of normalcy that don’t sit quite right. Loose shrapnel from the fallout of who he once was. 

Like learning how to smile at strangers without feeling like he’s giving something away. Or making small talk that doesn’t spiral into awkward silence.  

Some things feel closer to second nature, though he still needs the safety net of familiarity and trust, like that time he flirted with Sarah just to rile Sam.  

But then again, the prospect of anything with real stakes, like when that blonde barista slipped him her number, sends him running for the hills. 

And between all the tiger photos on Tinder and—again, what the fuck was the deal with all the zodiac signs?—he’s quickly discovered that ‘dating’ in the 21st-century isn’t quite like it used to be. 

You ever hook up with a girl?   

He had just stared at Sam, then, with a slow lift of his metal arm like it was explanation enough.

Of course, there was the whole other issue of… mechanics. 

Something so unspoken and personal he’s barely admitted it to himself.

And he’s tried just about everything short of pills to fix it.

Articles, advice columns. Porn. Even dug out an old magazine or two for nostalgia’s sake, half-hoping it’d jog something loose. 

But most nights he’d come up limp, staring down a bottle of cheap whiskey as restlessness swallowed him whole.

And he tells himself it’s fine. 

Gotta keep moving—bigger things to do, too many items on his list. 

His libido doesn’t even crack the top ten. 

Until he met… you.

Caught him off-guard one night, in the produce aisle of some corner bodega, when he was busy frowning at a peach that didn’t look like a peach.

Donut peaches. Crazy, right?

Cocked him an easy smile, a basket full of groceries by your hip as you plucked a different fruit off the stand, its skin leathery smooth and blush pink. 

They’re out of season, though. Might wanna try these nectarines. 

Your smile stayed with him longer than it should’ve. 

So did the sound of your laugh, bright and untroubled, when you apologized for what he could only assume was an irresistibly charming grimace on his part. 

Shoot, sorry, occupational hazard. 

I like your jacket, by the way. 

And just like that, you had him.

The next few weeks were a blur of excuses to visit your small bakery, down by 22nd street. Setting up his laptop like he actually had work to do, just so he’d feel less like a creep when you’d step out from behind the register and spark up easy conversation. 

And somehow, between testing all your newest bakes and staying back till closing to walk you home, he’s missed that fragile window where it felt appropriate to tell you who he is—was. Whatever.

That the gloves weren't some quirky fashion choice, or because he’s got poor circulation. 

But then again, maybe it wasn’t all that accidental.

Because you’re virtually the only person alive who knows him as Bucky—only Bucky—and he thought offering up the truth would change things.

The way you smile, call him handsome. Tug him closer by the lapels of his jacket. 

Kissed him outside that wine bar in Brooklyn, then fixed his hair and the corner of his mouth where your strawberry lip gloss smudged. 

Grabbed his hand and draped it deliberately over your thigh, that one time he took you to see a picture about aliens and space wars—though he couldn’t, for the life of him, remember a single plot point afterward. 

That memory is a warm thing that turns cold fast. A flicker of heat curling low in his stomach, his hand twitching instinctively toward the space between his legs. 

Then, the spark would fizzle out, like a bucket of ice water dumped over his thoughts.  

And that’s when the spiral would start, the endless rabbit hole that is sex advice by strangers on the internet. Hunched over a dim screen, browser history stacked a mile high with unanswered questions about modern dating, with one particular query searing into his thoughts:

How long should you wait before having sex with someone for the first time?

Because, supposedly, the internet says three dates. To see if you’re really compatible. 

After that point, why even bother? 

And he had to lean back and hold his breath at that, because, shit—tomorrow was date #3. 

So when he showed up to the jazz bar you’d been wanting to try, at exactly ten minutes to 8, the bouquet in his gloved hand was quivering. Like the time he asked out Lucy Ann from the 7th grade.

He'd sought temporary reprieve in the way you gasped, delighted, branding a smile on his cheek with a chaste kiss. Just like you had for the flowers on the first date, then again at the second.

(Because, apparently, no one does this kind of thing anymore, and he had scoffed because—jesus, did guys make it this easy to impress a date nowadays?)

Later, you’d pulled him close under the neon glow of a sidewalk marquee, kissing him soft and slow like you had all night.  

Taste of merlot and something sweeter on your lips when you'd muttered: my place?

And that brings him here, in the narrow hallway of your apartment, just a couple steps from the door because you couldn’t wait for the couch.  

He’s got you pressed against the wall, lost in the plush yield of your lips, the smooth curve of your cheek under his thumb. Because he loves this part, he really does—the way you arch into him, slide your hands under his jacket. Your breaths, shallow and sweet, mixed in with the heady scent of your perfume.

How you smile, for no apparent reason other than the fact that kissing him seems to make you happy. 

But then there’s that quiet thought, again.

And he desperately wishes he was holding your hips for a different reason than to pull away. 

“Maybe,” he pants, swallowing hard because your eyes were making it hard to focus, “maybe we shouldn't…”

Your gaze settles on him for a brief moment, hazy and heavy-lidded. From the wine or from something else, he’s not sure he wants to know. 

Then, you pull back promptly, slipping under his arm and disappearing somewhere behind him. 

Now, he’s blinking, staring at an empty wall. 

Convinced that he’s fucked this all up, heart leaping to his throat, something pounding in his head—

Until he realizes that the vibration drumming against his ears is music. 

The soft croon of a clarinet, the brassy blare of trumpets—a familiar melody sweeps over him, and it makes his brows pinch because he knows this one.

A tune he can recognize, for once, wedged somewhere between humid nights on Coney Island and crowded USO dance halls. 

“C’mon!”

Your high pitched laugh against his ear, a gentle tug at his wrist. 

It hits like whiplash, then, the realization of what you’re asking him to do.  

And he feels like an assuming jerk for all the scenarios he’s been playing through his mind since last night—because while he was busy coming up with excuses for why he couldn’t get hard, or why he’s got a metal arm, or why he wakes up in the middle of the night hearing screams that might be his own—you had wanted to… dance. 

He lets himself be drawn by your radiant smile, into the tiny pocket of space where your kitchen meets your living room.

His heart stutters when your hand slides to his back, the other lacing around his gloved fingers. He’s supposed to lead, isn’t he?

Yet, his steps flow in tune with yours, falling into place like they never strayed in the first place.

“Not too bad,” you tease, eyes sparkling, body swaying. 

“…I gotta be honest, I—oh!” A high, happy sound tickles your throat when he spins you, arms arching high over your head. “—didn’t peg you for a dancer!”

His fingers itch to hold you closer. Adoration humming under his skin, threaded with disbelief, because how the hell did he manage to find this? To find you?         

“Guess I’ve got a few surprises left.”

You hum, tilting your head. “Mm, I like that. I’ll have to see what else I can get out of you.”

And the way you say it—all innocent and just a hint too sweet—sends a sudden rush of heat through him.

His breaths halt, feet frozen to the floor.

Shit, is that…?

Heat licks at his nerves, sparks jumping under his skin, and before he can stop to question it, it’s there. 

And instead of running, he leans in. 

The next twirl is deliberate, his hand steady against your waist as you come spinning back to him. 

He grins, the thrill of something new rising to the top of his list.

“Just try to keep up, huh?”

a/n: my first bucky fic! was a bit nerve-wracking branching out into other characters, but this was a lot of fun :) lemme know what u think!

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6, 7, 17!

Happy new year bestie 🩵🩵

happy new year my love!!

6. Favorite title you used

oh geez i think titles are so hard!! i really liked tempest and somewhere in time, and also a shout out to bring your hunger bc i changed the title right before posting lmao

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

always do. should surprise no one that it's mostly hozier but through my drabbles, queen also made it at least twice

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

oh, ransom by far!! i started so many different wips for him hahah. i also absolutely loved expanding my character repertoire this year, i think james norrington will be another new favourite for a while 🤭

ao3 wrapped (writers edition)

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i spent so long reading through the list but this one was just calling out to me 😩

friendship breakups / the way we were / tangents meeting

oh right, the fic i started to work through some stuff (but with a very soft bucky tagging along 🥺)

The movies always warn you about heartbreak, but they never tell you how it comes in different shapes and sizes. They never tell you that people can let you down in more than one way. The only thing that’s true is that you never see it coming.

wip game

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9 and 21 for the wip ask game! 🩵

9. What is your favorite dialogue you’ve written so far?

oooh this chapter?? without spoiling too much:

"Let go of me." "I can’t."

21. Share 3 songs that would belong on a playlist for this chapter/fic. 

i will take any chance to promote the playlist, right now we're at around

tell it to my heart - meduza ft. hozier

two - sleeping at last

hold the line - toto

wip talk: tat edition

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And damn him for wanting to taste it off your tongue, hear you gasp it into his neck as he presses you against the cold, steel-plated wall behind you. 

screaming into my pillow giggling 🤭🤭

What’s it gonna take to break your heart?

pairing: steve rogers x agent!reader

summary: He vows to keep his distance, tells himself it's wrong—you're too new, too young, too reckless—and he's your commanding officer.

But whichever way he bends it, he can't seem to escape the truth.

warnings: angst, slow build, inside the tortured mind™ of steven grant rogers, mention of age difference, light mention of blood/injury

word count: 1k

a/n: thought i'd write something from steve's pov, for a change. this will be a longer series but each part is meant to be readable as a stand-alone piece. title by FINNEAS.

One of these days, you’re gonna be what does him in.

You’re a wildfire, a blaze barely contained. Too young, too bright, too intense for someone like him. Next to you, he's just a smoldering ember tempered by decades of ash.

Fresh-faced, barely in your mid-20s, yet hand-selected by Fury from the newest round of Avengers recruits. It doesn’t take long for the rest of the group to catch onto your talent and grit—they start calling you their wildcard, the Ace.

Still, there’s no denying your age. Leagues younger than everyone else, with a certain vibrance in your eyes that sets you apart. 

Too young to devote the rest of your life to this kind of work.

And far too young for him to be feeling the way he does about you.

So he does everything he can to keep you at arm’s length, swallowing down every sidelong glance, every quick-witted comment and smile that eats away at his resolve.

But then you actualize the worst of his fears during a routine operation, throwing yourself head-first into a burning building, just moments away from collapsing.  

You, with a life teeming with potential, nearly taken in a heartbeat.

And Steve snaps. 

The Quinjet is barely off the ground when he strides through the haze of desert debris, making a beeline for you. Doesn’t spare you a second to catch your breath, dragging you by the arm to the rear of the cargo deck, raised eyebrows from the rest of the crew be damned.

By the time he releases his ironclad grip, cornering you against a stack of weapon crates, he’s scanned you for injuries at least three times over.

“What are you doing?” He hisses, chest heaving like he’s the one who’s just sprinted across a collapsing rooftop and leapt onto an airborne vehicle.

“What do you mean?” 

You cock your head earnestly, arms crossed as you stare up at him.

And he swears, he could end it all right then and there. 

Face covered in soot, blood trickling from the corner of your mouth—and you have the audacity to smile. The sharp corners of your lips pierce into smooth, rounded cheeks, still flushed red with exertion. As stunning as the day he first saw you, even with all the grime, sweat, and blood staining your skin.

Steve’s jaw clenches, concealing the tightness in his stomach with a gruff sigh. 

“You know exactly what. I ordered you not to engage.”

Not a flicker of hesitation when you fire back: 

“She had kids. I didn’t have a choice.” 

Directives and protocols gone by the wayside, earpiece tossed behind your shoulder as you head straight for a family trapped on the top floor—his orders to wait for the Quinjet buried in the dust. 

And he shouldn’t have expected anything less. 

He breathes through his nostrils, eyes fluttering shut, but all he can hear is the blood roaring in his ears.

But you did have a choice, he wants to argue. You don’t have to bear it all on your own. 

Why must you always be the one to rush to the frontlines?

But the words that come out are cold and detached, bypassing the part of his brain that wants to reach out and gently wipe the soot off your cheek: 

“That’s not the point. If the building had collapsed, you would have only added to the casualty count.”

“Maybe. But the Quinjet wasn’t gonna get there in time. I had to take the risk.”

A quiet sigh, gloved fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Agent, we don’t gamble with lives like that.”

Your sharp laugh cuts through the air, piercing his ears. Too sharp against the soft outline of your jaw, the smooth contours of your neck. You shoot him a look, the clarity in your irises reflecting his hypocrisy. 

“Funny coming from you, isn’t it Cap?”

There it was, that derision in your tone, a sneer on your pretty lips as you spit out his title like a a dirty word.

And damn him for wanting to taste it off your tongue, hear you gasp it into his neck as he presses you against the cold, steel-plated wall behind you. 

Leather gloves creak under his grip as he balls his fists, eyes darting to the wound on your upper arm when he can't formulate a quick enough response. A large glass shrapnel from the window you’d crashed through—a steady trail of dark crimson trickling down your forearm all the way to your dirt-laden fingertips, where it hits the floor in slow drips. 

“Just… go get that patched up.” 

Lips curling over bright teeth, you salute him with your injured arm without so much as blinking, a line of blood running back down your wrist. 

“Yessir.”

For the entire 7-hour ride from Lagos to base camp, he stays glued to a seat in the back of the Quinjet, head bowed over a tablet as he busies himself with sorting through gathered intel.  Desperately ignores your animated banter with Natasha and Sam from the other side of the cabin, where you drown out the steady drone of the engine with your bright laughter. 

When a sudden shriek sounds from your direction, he spares a quick glance, finding you with your arms over your head, laughing and swatting the air as Redwing circles teasingly above you. Nearly snaps his tablet in half the moment you suddenly bend over, the stretch of your tactical suit clinging to your hips as you reach for the drone control panel on Sam’s wrist.

As soon as the wheels screech down on the tarmac, Steve gets to unloading the jet, hauling crate after crate of equipment just to avoid meeting your gaze. 

Hours later, when the paperwork’s taken care of and everyone’s retreated to their quarters, he drags himself to the training room on base.

Throws his fists against a punching bag, each strike a desperate attempt to sweat out the impure thoughts. Praying he can free himself of the images in his head—images of you—he doesn’t let up until the first rays of sunlight hit the gym. The skin over his knuckles start to split after a while, but he doesn’t bother wrapping them. They’ll heal soon enough.  

And when neither the 4-hour gym session nor the scalding hot shower afterward washes you away from his thoughts, burning brightly as ever in the back of his mind, he sinks into bed, fuming. 

You’re too new, too young.

It’s a breach of protocol, he’s technically your commanding officer. 

You don't think of him in that way. 

Yet, whichever way he bends it, there’s no escaping the truth. 

It’s a sharp, exquisite kind of ache, one that wraps around his chest, tightening with every breath, until it’s the only thing he can feel.

And damn it, it’s a torture sweeter than anything he's ever known.