#pleasecallmecaptain

[wakandasoldier]

i have never been more nostalgic in my life than this past hour going through all the posts and exchanges between @mangosoldier, @writingbarnes, @pleasecallmecaptain, and myself.

my face hurts from trying not to laugh.. those were good times, friends.

[spdrparker]

MEI WELCOME BACK! I'VE MISSED YOU

VICTORIA I’M CRYING I’VE MISSED YOU TOO !!!

[viollettes]

JinAh... I'm positive Pizza Parker is the cutest fic I've read this year and I am OBSESSED LIKE I CAN'T GET ENOUGH?? I check for updates like every day, every hour, no joke. thank you for blessing us with your wonderful talent ily

VICTORIA. this is literally the best message ever, especially considering that this is coming from you???? i feel like i’ve been knighted by the queen or something! THANK YOU FOR LOVING THE STORY! I LOVE YOU X

“Pizza Parker” (Masterlist)

[mrsnadeem]

tagged by the darling @eipis to do the handwriting tag, I apologize if my writing is a bit messy!

I tag: @vetiverre, @zawanahahaha, @callingmrsbarnes, and @pleasecallmecaptain (I apologize I didn’t have enough space to write your full url 😭)

[claws-of-vibranium]

Hi babe! I would like to make a social media post request, but I'm not sure how to do it or what you're looking for? Wanna guide me through it/gimme instructions?

Sure darling! I suppose it does seem kind of vague. Basically, just specify the type of social media post, character and scenario/prompt. So for example, requesting an Instagram post about Bucky showing off his girl would get you something like this:

I hope this clears things up! Definitely let me know if there are any other questions!

[sebstan-theman]

@pleasecallmecaptain

[bbbarneswrites]

AHHH, BARISTA BUCKY WAS ADORABLE?! There was no dialogue whatsoever but I felt so freaking content just envisioning everything happening out in that cozy lil coffee shop?! If you can't tell what I'm trying to say...I LOVE IT!

NOOOO, I LOVE YOU. Thank you so so much!

[wakandasoldier]

@pleasecallmecaptain HAPPY TWO YEARS!

[pleasecallmecaptain]

Through The Screen [3]

Pairing: NSA Agent!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: More nonsense, as usual

Word Count: 1.4K+

A/N: This is a non-chronological, crack fic NSA Agent AU series! (Announcement here in case you missed it.) Just a little disclaimer that I have no idea what being a NSA agent is like nor do I know how technology works; this is just a ridiculous fic idea we had. A masterlist will be up soon and unfortunately, there will be no tag list for this series. I hope you like this fic and please let me know what you think! :D

Don’t forget to follow @writingbarnes​ for other chapters in this series :D

• 1 • 2 •

As you pulled your car up into the driveway and turned off the engine, you noticed an elderly man standing at your door, ringing the doorbell. Wearing a khaki uniform and a safari hat, he looked like...well, a zookeeper. But why would a zookeeper be looking for you?

The car beeped as your thumb pressed the lock button on your car keys and you took cautious steps toward your house.

“Hi, can I help you…?” You approached the man slowly, shifting the backpack strap on your shoulder.

The clipboard in his hands fell to his side as the five-foot-eleven man turned on his heel to face you with gentle eyes and a polite smile.

“Hi miss, are you Y/N?” He questioned.

“Yes, I am. And you are…?”

“I’m Stan Lee with the Save Our Elephants Foundation. On behalf of our organization, we would like to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for fostering an elephant!” His smile widened to show a set of pearly whites.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. You understood they were grateful, but was it necessary to come all the way to your house to thank you in person? An email or letter would have sufficed.

“Now if you could kindly sign this please while I go get your delivery.” David handed the clipboard and a ballpoint pen to you, then walked away.

Assuming the package was some sort of thank you gift from the foundation, you quickly scribbled your signature next to the big red X on the bottom left of the form and dated it. Suddenly, you heard heavy footsteps thudding towards you. You looked up towards the sound and your jaw dropped; your breath shortened and your heart rate sped up.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?” Your eyes have never been as wide as they were now and you were rendered speechless.

Stan’s gaze flickered from you to the package and back to you. “This is an elephant,” he stated slowly, his voice dripping with disbelief, as if he really believed you have never seen an elephant before.

“I know that’s an elephant, but what is it doing here?!”

Stan reached for the clipboard that was still in your hand, but he practically had to wrestle it from you due to your iron grip. He double checked the documents and asked to confirm, “Ma’am, you donated to foster an elephant with the Save Our Elephants Foundation, correct?”

All you could do was nod, your mouth too dry to respond and your focus entirely on the elephant at your doorstep.

“Well, here’s your foster elephant! Take good care of the little fella, he’s a bit of a troublemaker.”

With a wink, Stan handed you a manila envelope nad hopped back into his truck. He left without even looking back.

“C’mon, baby, come here.”

It took a bit of time to rearrange everything downstairs and you had to leave your new responsibility chilling out on the street, but there was now a cleared area and you tried to coax the nervous animal into your garage before one of your neighbors saw it and tattled to the landlord. Your soothing voice drew the elephant to you and it finally followed you into the garage with the help of some leash tugging.

With the garage door closed, you stared at the elephant and it blinked back at you.

A nervous breath escaped your lips and you cleared your throat. “Okay, well, um…”

Just then, your eyes flickered over to the manila envelope that was left on the top of a container used to hold fabric. You reached over to pick it up and slowly unraveled the string, pulling out a stapled packet of papers.

“So your name is Dumbo and you’re three years old.” You gave the small being a glance over, your eyes landing on his ears, and nodded in agreement at the suitable name. Dropping the papers to your side with a sigh, you muttered, “What the hell am I going to feed you?”

After flipping through the rest of the papers, you found a list of foods that you can feed Dumbo. With a little red wagon you found in the garage, you emptied your fridge of all foods that were safe for Dumbo and towed it back to the garage.

“Nat’s going to kill me.” You whined.

At the smell of food, Dumbo began shuffling around, causing the ground to rumble slightly.

“Okay, so I emptied out our two gallons of milk into a tub for you. There’s a watermelon, two bunches of bananas, five apples, and two heads of lettuce. Oh, I filled up this bin with water for you. It’s 32 gallons, so that should be good for a while, right?”

You spoke to Dumbo as if he understood, and for a second, it seemed like he did because you swore you saw a nod from him. You pushed everything in front of him and gave him a loving pat.

“Enjoy yourself! I’m gonna go inside and do some homework, but I’ll be back in an hour to check on you. Be good!”

Pleased with your work, you skipped back into the house and prayed everything will be okay.

“So...by the way, once again this is hypothetical, how much do you think someone will need to spend to raise an elephant?”

Your fingers tapped restlessly against your keyboard as you waited for Bucky’s response.

I don’t know, a lot? You’ve been asking question after question about raising elephants as if you’re actually going to raise one.

“Ha! As if I would be crazy enough to do that.”

You faked a nervous chuckle. Suddenly, a noise similar to a loud trumpet sounded and your head immediately snapped towards the door. A sharp ‘ping’ brought your attention back to the laptop screen and you read the message.

See, here’s the thing...you are crazy enough to do that.

That better not be an elephant I hear.

“Um…” That was all you had to say for yourself.

Are you keeping a fucking elephant in your house?!

Are you insane?!

Oh my god. You really are.

As Bucky spammed you with furious messages, you held up a finger to the screen and yelled, “I’ll be right back!”

Don’t you dare leave.

But you were already gone.

-----

Twenty minutes later, you ran back into the room, your room flushed red and beads of sweat crowding your forehead.

“I can explain.”

I can’t wait to hear this.

You can sense the sarcasm dripping from that sentence, even if you can’t hear Bucky’s voice. You rolled your eyes and sassed him back before diving into the story of how you ended up with an elephant named Dumbo at your house.

What kind of foundation sends you the whole damn animal?

You shrugged. “So that’s the story. Do you want to meet him?”

Before he could respond, you unplugged your laptop and speed walked towards the garage. Dumbo trumpeted again when he saw you and you grabbed another apple from the fruit basket and held it out to him.

“Buck, this is Dumbo!”

The elephant’s curiosity took over and his trunk began sniffing the keyboard and the screen, but when nothing interested him, he returned to his apple.

First of all, he got the webcam dirty, so clean that when you get back to the room. I can’t see clearly.

Second of all, you have to send him back.  

“But he’s so cute.” You pouted, though you knew deep down that he was right.

An elephant that size needs around 150 pounds of food a day. To my knowledge, you can’t afford that, unless you have a secret trust fund I’m not aware of.

“150 POUNDS?” You gasped and turned to look at Dumbo who was guzzling down the water in the bin, which needed to be refilled soon.

You gave him another loving pat and Dumbo wrapped his trunk around your arm happily. Your heart melted and you whispered to Dumbo, “Maybe I can sell my car to buy food for you.”

Have you lost your mind?

You can practically see Bucky pulling at his hair on the other end. That is, if he had hair. You still have no idea who this Bucky is and what he looked like. He could be prematurely balding for all you know.

“I’m just kidding!”

You’re not funny.

“Let me just keep him for a few more days so I can bond with my son.”

Y/N!

“Okay, okay! Fine, I’ll call them now.”

Please let me know what you think!

[mangosoldier]

Tina Goldstein

Tina Goldstein : do you feel badass in general ? do u like hot dogs ? what are ur pyjamas like ?

yeah, i’m a badass 24/7. i only like costco’s polish dogs a lot, anything else, it’s good but i’d rather have a cheeseburgers. my sweats and whatever baggy shirt i can find lmaooo. 

fantastic beasts asks!

[wakandasoldier]

you a description hoe and i love that about you

scenes are my bitch. if i’m gon write it then you gon envision that shit like i do.

anonymously tell me what my specialty as a writer is

[spdrparker]

I read your tag on the Seb fan encounter post as "I'm quacking" and I couldn't stop laughing bc I thought you quacked like a duck every time you saw a pic of Seb 😂😂😂

vic oh ym godog TBH same i looked at my tag again and i was like oh god did i spell quaking wrong fjefioew jeez but i mean who doesn’t quack every time they see a pic of seb amiright ??? :’~ ))

[viollettes]

S + V! :D

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?I’m a sucker for the Friends-to-Lovers trope. You can do so much with it: awkward, sexy, hilarious, serious - ahhh the options are endless! 

And nothing beats that shimmering moment when someone realizes that they’ve fallen in love with the person they love the most.

V: if you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?hands down "Postcards” by @sebbytrash​. That story is already perfection, and I’m so obsessed with it. but i’d LOVE to do take a spin at a sequel that uses multimedia platforms.

FanFic Ask Game (or ask/tell me anything!)

[radio-charlie]

Daffodil & primrose! :)

Wow dude thank you lol that’s really nice of you to go out of your way like that for someone you don’t even follow. Thanks so much

Daffodil: Is there anything you’ve always wanted to do?

I’ve always wanted to get into a really intense and graceful physical fight with someone I love, trust and respect. Not to the death/serious injury or anything, just sort of like sparring between two people who really get into what they’re doing. This sounds a bit corny but to me a fight between two opponents who truly respect and know each other has the same intimacy as making love and is very beautiful

Primrose: What fictional character do you relate to most?

This one’s pretty tough I’m searching through all my fandoms and I still don’t really know. I can tell you who I’ve reminded people of though. Many years back someone told me I reminded them of Sirius Black because “I’m reckless mercurial and sometimes kind of irresponsible but I have a good heart”. Pretty flattering tbh

[bbbarneswrites]

I didn't know it was your birthday?! Anyhow, I wish you a very happy, love-filled birthday, babe!

Yaaaay, thank you so much Vic!

[pleasecallmecaptain]

Mini Two Star

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: plain trash, explicit language?

Word Count: 1.3K+

A/N: This is literally the dream I had last night in written form, so don’t even try making sense of it, but I thought it would be fun to share it. It actually made more sense than I thought it would lmao. I wrote this in less than two hours and it’s junk, so I’m not gonna bother tagging anybody. Enjoy this random piece before we all get washed away from the Infinity War angst wave! 

PS. This piece ends when I woke up sooooo lmao :D

Steve plastered a smile on his face as he exited the event hall with a nine-year-old child beside him. Cameras flashed from all around him and he tried his best to shield the little boy from the bright lights. Though this was indeed for publicity, Steve didn’t want him to think it was just for the press because it wasn’t. Steve wanted to do it because the kid was fighting for his health and he deserved something to keep him going. It was the least Steve could do.

Suddenly, somebody in the back pushed forward and the rest of the paparazzi came tumbling towards them. You had attended the charity event, but ran away mid-conversation to pull the child away from a reporter who lost his balance and fell over right where the little boy stood a few seconds ago. Steve, who briefly looked away to speak to the Avengers’ publicist, immediately stood in defense position, but relaxed when he saw the mess of reporters on the floor.

“You should really pay more attention to your surroundings, Captain.” You rolled your eyes and squatted so you’re at eye level with the kid.

“Your name is Jack, right?” You asked the wide-eyed boy. He didn’t speak, but nodded. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt?”

Jack shook his head and you ruffled his hair before standing up. A black SUV pulled up to the curb and you tugged Jack’s hand along. He followed willingly and Steve stared in disbelief - his child was being taken away by a stranger! Steve faked another smile and waved to the crowd before quickly catching up with you. He eyed you and noticed the name tag attached to your light grey cardigan - you were part of the staff. He slid into the car without a word while you picked Jack up and hoisted him into the car. Jack sat behind the passenger seat and you helped him strap in his seat belt.

“Bye, Y/N.” Jack finally spoke and waved goodbye to you. You waved back with a smile and stepped back to allow the driver to shut the door. Steve leaned forward and glanced at you once more with a visible ounce of hesitation.

Before the door closed, he called out, “Hey!” That caught your attention and stooped down to meet his gaze.

“Mini two, star. That’s my number, call me.” He gave you a hard stare and licked his lips before slumping down in his seat.

The driver grabbed the door handle and pushed the door slightly to close it, but you forced the door open again.

“What the fuck does that mean? How do I dial a mini two??” You were confused beyond your wildest imagination.

The chauffeur had had enough of the delays and slammed the door shut with a simple, “Excuse me.”

In the car, Steve rolled his eyes and unbuckled his seat belt to exit the car. He stepped around the vehicle and dragged you by the wrist over to the driver side.

“I’m not going to say this again, so listen carefully.” You gulped and nodded, eyes trained on his.

“A mini two...and a star.” He slowly and calmly stated.

“I…” Your mouth opened and closed. “I still don’t know how to dial a mini two.”

Steve closed his eyes and his head fell backwards with a loud sigh. The paparazzi were starting to close in on the car, wondering why Captain America was being particularly handsy with a stranger.

“Fuck it,” he growled. “You’re coming with me.”

“What? Um, okay?” You stammered before he opened the car door and gently pushed your in the middle seat.

Jack seemed surprised to see you in the car and waved awkwardly. “Hey, Y/N.”

You didn’t know where you were headed, but Steve put on How to Train a Dragon for Jack to watch and he was absolutely engrossed in it. Steve was surprisingly easy to talk to and very down to earth. Granted, you didn’t know much about him to begin with except that he saved the world. You cracked a joke and he burst out with laughter. His hand meant to slap down on his leg, but instead landed on your thigh instead. You both froze and you thought he would remove his hand, but instead, his eyes flickered towards you as if to ask if it was okay. You swallowed hard and your head dipped ever so slightly.

Steve leaned his left arm against the window and his fingers tapped against his bottom lip to keep his smile from showing as he stared out the window. You could feel the heat from his large hand as his thumb brushed soothingly against your jeans.

Jack suddenly burst into tears and you directed your attention to him at once. “Jack, what’s wrong?”

“I want to see my mom,” he blubbered.

You rubbed his arms in an attempt to comfort him, but he wailed harder. Steve leaned over and wiped Jack’s tear streaked face gently. “Where’s your mom? We’ll take you there, alright kiddo?”

“Mommy’s at the hospital.” Jack sniffled and wiped his nose with the sleeve of his shirt. “But mommy won’t allow me to visit because she said my body wasn’t strong enough.”

An idea sprang into your head and you asked the chauffeur to take you to the hospital.

“Okay Jack, your mom’s hospital room is on the twelfth floor right over there. Since you can’t go in there, why don’t we draw her a nice big picture here on the sidewalk so she can see it from her room?”

Jack’s eyes lit up and a wide smile appeared on his face. “I’m going to draw her a giant ice cream cone and a potato! Potatoes are her favorite animal.”

You handed him the bucket of chalk and squatted down next to him to draw with him. A bunch of kids shuffled over to see what the commotion was and when seeing that Jack was drawing, they asked if they could join in. Jack nudged the bucket of chalk with his foot and nodded enthusiastically.

Steve leaned against the side of the car, sunglasses and a cap on, and watched you play with the kids. He chuckled at the sight of your jaw dropping when a little girl wiped her chalk covered hands all over your black t-shirt.

All cleaned up and thirty minutes later, Jack waved goodbye to his mom who was watching from the hospital room window and climbed back into the car. You claimed your spot in the middle and Steve casually draped his arm around you.

“Where to next, buddy?” Steve asked.

Jack thought long and hard before turning to look at Steve. “I want a dragon. Like Toothless.”

“Uh…” Steve glanced at your for help and you shrugged in response, a smile creeping up your lips.

“A dragon.” Jack’s brows furrowed and a frown appeared.

“All the dragons are on vacation right now, so it’s going to take a while to reach them. How about we do something else in the meantime?” You suggested.

“The Winter Soldier!” Jack yelped with glee. “I want to see him!”

You gasped and your eyes glistened in anticipation. “Wow, Bucky Barnes.” you gushed.

“He’s cute, right Jack?” You nudged the eight-year-old boy, hearts practically shooting out of your eyes. Steve grumbled and squeezed your shoulders to break you out of your trance.

“Yeah,” he nodded, looking out the window. “So cool.”

“Okay, not what I said, but okay.” You mumbled.

Something sparked in your head and you turned to face Steve. “So what the hell is a mini two? What the fuck kind of phone number is that?”

“Are you being serious right now? You don’t know what that is?” Steve scoffed. “To dial a mini two, just -”