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For Bucky Barnes maybe learning 40's slang and dressing up like in the 40's to impress him? Idk but thanks lol

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Prompt #77 with Sebastian Stan! Maybe his wife is having their second child? 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

Notes: I’d like to thank @morganclaire4 for the request.

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Prinţesă = Princess

Warnings: A cuss word here and there

Word Count: 648

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77. “Why are you being weird?”

Whoever came up with all those “pregnancy is beautiful” quotes can kiss your ass. Your first pregnancy was by no means beautiful. You didn’t have morning sickness, you had all-day sickness. Every morning you were vomiting. Every afternoon you were vomiting. Every night you were vomiting. As the pregnancy progressed you realized certain smells made you sick — your boyfriend’s cologne, your shampoo, certain foods, the smell of your own vomit; it was endless. You couldn’t catch a break. Water made you throw up, food made you throw up, driving made you throw up — Sebastian, your boyfriend, had to take you to the hospital because you were so dehydrated, and he was scared.

Your hormones were just as bad as your stomach and nose. Your emotions were amplified; little things became big, and big things became gigantic. It felt like you cried at almost everything, and no matter what you did, you couldn’t control your temper. After the birth of your son, you thanked Sebastian for his endless amounts of patience and dedication. You felt guilty for putting him through so much.

Now you’re pregnant with your second child, and while it’s nothing like your first pregnancy (thank God), you’re starting to notice new things, things you never experienced before. At six and a half months, you’re noticing this baby is far more active than your son was before his birth. This baby likes to move, and it moves so much it’s almost painful. Your son would give the occasional kick, but that’s it. He wouldn’t move around too much, and you were grateful for that. This baby loves to move and shift and kick just about everything. You’re constantly using the bathroom cause your bladder’s being used as a soccer ball. Your ribs are always hurting because they’re being used and bruised by your unborn child’s feet.

Another thing you noticed was the cravings. Your last pregnancy, everything made you sick. Now you’re craving everything, including the weirdest combinations. And tonight happened to be the night your cravings compelled you to throw something together. You spent at least fifteen minutes in the kitchen before Sebastian, half-asleep, came shuffling into the kitchen in an attempt to find you.

“Prinţesă, what are you doing up this late?” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes exhaustedly.

“I was hungry,” you answer, your words muffled by the food. “Go back to bed Sebby, I’ll be up soon.”

He shakes his head, walking over to you before the concoction you call food catches his eye. His brows furrows and his jaw slacks a little. “What is that?” he asks.

A blush creeps across your face. “I’ve cream, bits of beef jerky, and hot sauce.” The response is mumbled and you look down in embarrassment. You didn’t have to see Sebastian’s face to see it twist in disgust.

“You hate hot sauce,” he says.

“But I was craving it.”

“With ice cream and beef jerky bits?”

You nod, still feeling embarrassed. You were feeling the floodgates opening, and the tears were starting to fill your eyes. “Why are you being weird?” you press. “I can’t help that I’m craving this. I know it’s disgusting but I can’t help myself.”

You jumped when you saw Sebastian’s hands grab yours, squeezing them gently. He was kneeling in front of you, and he gave you the smallest smile when you looked at him. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just late and I want you to get some rest.” One hand moves up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a few tears that fell.

“I will,” you respond.

Sebastian nods. “I’ll stay here with you until you finish,” he states. “Once you’re done, I’ll wash the dishes and you head on to bed, okay? How does that sound?”

You nod, giving him a shy smile. “Thank you,” you say.

Oh this is better than I could have ever imagined!😂💗💗💗

So I was thinking, how would Dad!Bucky react to his kid favorite avenger being Sam/falcon?

AHAHA I’M CHOKING-😂

so charlotte’s order of first words is “mama” then “sam” then “dada”

bucky is absolutely ready to murder sam and sam just finds the whole situation hilarious

“buck, hun, you’ve got to calm down.” “(y/n) i swear to god we’re all going to wake up one morning and sam will be missing and i’ll say i have no clue why.”

sam rubs it in his face all the time, especially during dinner whenever everyone is together

tony told sam to cut it out because bucky kept on breaking silverware in anger

sam: “char who’s your favorite?” char: “*sweet little grin* sam”

when charlotte is around 1 whenever everyone gets home from missions she’s running up to sam and letting him pick her up

bucky’s tried multiple times to yank off his metal arm to hit sam with it over and over again

“no baby dada is your favorite, remember?” “SAM!”

has bucky been bothered by it on a deeper level? yes. will he tell anyone? no

bucky has just kinda given up on trying to bond with his daughter and he feels like he’s a horrible father and will never be liked, so when sam starts asking to watch her/take her to his room bucky just sadly agrees to it

weeks later when a few members of the team are hanging out and charlotte’s playing with toys sam goes “charlotte. who’s your favorite avenger?”

charlotte stands up and waddles over to jump onto bucky and she yells “DADDY!”

bucky’s mouth is just wide with shock but kinda curls up into a smile

you look over at sam who discreetly winks at you

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New Beginnings

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Mobster!Reader / Mobster!Brock Rumlow x Mobster!Reader

Word Count: 4,837

Warnings: talk of domestic abuse(it hints at it so if you are not comfortable i would recommend not reading, Brock being an ass, some wholesome Bucky Barnes content, and reader being a badass.

Author’s Note: My third request sent in by the lovely @morganclaire4​! Two more requests sit in my inbox, almost there! This was so much fun to write and i can’t thank you enough for sending this in! I’m trying daily to improve on my storytelling and i couldn’t help but to spice it up a bit and add some story for you! I hope you enjoy what i compiled for you! There will be an update for Behind the Screen Tomorrow, Family Matters the day after, and my fourth request will be out after that!

“ Hey! I have a request for Mob!Bucky. I was thinking maybe Bucky is married to the reader. Shes always been in a mob and she was married off to another man but Bucky got her out. Whenever Bucky comes home, she is always dressed up (makeup and everything) even if she didn’t go anywhere and she always has dinner made when he walks in. One day he asks her why she’s always doing that. She tells him that it was always expected of her. He tells her that she doesn’t have to do that every night.”

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Your heels clicked against the tiled floor, a determination in your stride. The Kraft clasp envelope weighing heavy in your hand as you move forward. You passed the common room Steve and Sam spotting you. “Good morning boys,” was your simple yet quick greeting as you walked past them.

Hurried feet chased after you, Steve’s hand falling to your shoulder bringing you to an abrupt stop, “Steven let me go,” you murmured eyes falling to his hand before sliding up to meet his.

“Y/n he’s in a meeting,” he tried.

“I’m well aware Steve, but he’s also in a meeting with my father, and my scum of an ex-husband those are the ones I’m here to see, not him,”

“Y/n-”

“Steve just like you are Bucky’s right-hand man, I am my father’s, and as my father’s right hand I must inform him of any occurrences going on that could be affecting family business and or bringing harm to one of our own, now if you would please, I need to step into that office to speak with my father,”

He’s eyeing you then, before a sigh is leaving his lips, Bucky could very well have his head for interrupting them, “fine but I’m coming with, at least so it looks like I tried to stop you,”

A smile is tugging at your lips, “oh Steven there is no stopping the hell that is about to rain down on him,”

Steve shocked by your words watches you slide his hand from your shoulder before continuing down the hall. Your head is turning slightly, “You coming Steve,”

You make it to the end of the hall your manicured hand wrapping around the doorknob, as you twist it open the force in which you push it causes it to bang against the wall. Three sets of eyes fall to your calm form, “Father, James, Brock,” you hiss through your teeth, eyes turning to slits as they fall to him.

“Y/n sweetheart,” you father coughs, “to what do we owe the pleasure, we’re just finishing wrapping up a meeting, can this wait” you’ve embarrassed him, good.

Your eyes turn to your fathers a sickening sweet smile pulling at your lips, “actually father, it can’t, you s-”

“y/n sweetheart, the men are talking, I’m sure whatever meaningless thing you have to say can wait till we’re done,” Your eyes are fitting back to Rumlow the grip on the envelope tightening.

“that’s sweet,” you coo, “but you lost the privilege to so much as utter one word to me the second you laid a hand on me,” you flung the envelope at him, “sign the papers Brock!”

Your father is sitting up straighter in his seat, and you can visibly see Bucky’s jaw clenching, “excuse me,” your father speaks up, “what is this about, sign what papers?”

“I’m sorry but it seems your daughter has lost her damn mind,” Rumlow hisses eyes glaring daggers.

“oh fuck you Brock!”

“y/n,” your dad is seething, “that is enough you will not speak to him like that, that is your husband and you must respect him!”

“It’s ex-husband,” you grunt “or at least it should have been,” you muttered looking at your father, lI’m not going to be silenced anymore father, not by you, and definitely not by you,” you hiss pointing an accusing finger at Brock.

Rumlow is standing then the chair he previously occupied falling to the floor with a loud bang as he moves over to you hands gripping your face roughly. Your father and Bucky push to their feet, your father shouting angrily, Bucky about ready to leap over his desk and murder Brock where he stands. Steve is pressed up against your back, “go ahead Rumlow,” you grit, “show them what really went on behind closed doors, show them why because of you I was never able to physically present myself at meetings because there wasn’t enough makeup to cover the bruising you left behind,”

“Brock what is she talking about,” your father growled behind him, “did you lay a hand on her?” your father’s question went unanswered.

“What the fuck do you want y/n,” he hisses voice low, “did I not give you enough, was there not enough money to buy your fucking happiness,”

“Our marriage was one of convenience Brock, an agreement between our fathers so that they could continue to do shady shit without losing any more men,” you hissed, “I didn’t have a say in my future, much less the man I was to spend the rest of my days with, it wasn’t even a marriage certificate I signed that afternoon, it was a damn contract that was written up in the small office of the towns lawyer,”

“Marrying me should have been enough y/n,” he grunted shaking your chin with the hold he had on you, “you had all the money happiness could buy you,”

“Our marriage,” you growled, “should have been a deep and loving friendship, one so strong that you would give your life for me, the way I was to do for you, instead I overlooked your shady lies and “in the dark” actions opting to turn the other eye, I overlooked how you enjoyed the company of various other women more than my own, you made a mockery of me, blaming me for the beatings you would bestow on me, you abused my innocence, abused the love I tried so hard to have for you, well no more Brock,” you grunted pushing your hands into his chest roughly to send him back, Steve moved to the front of you then still leaving Brock in your sight, “I will no longer allow you to hold me bound to you, I no longer want any association with you, and if that means breaking that contract, then so be it, my father and I can find another way to deal with the likes of your men, now sign the damn papers!”

The room fell into silence, “what the hell is going on Rumlow,” Bucky questioned from in front of you, he looks absolutely deadly.

Brock is still staring you down, his tongue running along the inside of his mouth, “apparently y/n felt the need to air the dirty laundry,” a laugh escapes his lips, “bitch didn’t know how to get rid of me, guess she felt the need to go to extreme measures,”

“Did you lay a hand on my daughter,” your father is grunting moving towards the taller man,” Brock is turning to face your father than, “did much more than that,” he hissed, “had her begging me every night to-”

“chose your next words carefully Brock,” Bucky growled eyes growing dark, “unless you’d like me to unload a bullet right between your eyes.”

Four sets of eyes watched Brock move back to where he had sat, hands picking up the envelope as he tore into it. A moment of relief washed over you as he snatched a pen from Bucky’s desk black ink running over the contract. Throwing the pen back onto the desk he moved over to you crowding your and Steve’s space, “he’ll grow tired of you two you know, preparing dinner each night, and making yourself up every single day will only get you so far y/n, there was a reason I found comfort in other women, they provided me the one thing you couldn’t,” he leaned in further.

“ENOUGH RUMLOW!” Bucky growled as he rounded the desk appearing on the opposite side of where your now ex-husband stood. Brock raised his hands in mock defense as he backed away from you, feet moving him towards the door, “I can take a hint Barnes,” he muttered as he stepped out of the room, “gentleman I would say it was a pleasure doing business with you, and I look forward to seeing you again, but that won’t be the case,” he turns to lock eyes with you one last time, “I do hope ridding yourself of me was worth it y/n.”

The room falls quiet at the sound of the door clicking closed behind him, “Steve get her home, her father and I need to have a word,” your eyes are shooting to Bucky, though for the first time since you could remember he’s refusing to meet yours.

“Bucky, I-”

“Steve now please.” Bucky gets out in a strained voice.

You don’t get the chance to argue as Steve turns his body into yours, hands guiding you out of the room.

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I don’t know who the hell this anon is but they need to quit! Like are you fucking serious? You can post whatever you want if you don’t like then go on somewhere.

i was tryin to be nice to u but u decided to be a child about it and now just spam not only me but every other follower u have with pics of some wannabe that will never be honestly i feel sorry for u that ur "fave" is a nothin but a f*ck boy and ill bet money hes not even in wwe a year from now. so enjoy ur little boi. imma hit that unfollow button and go enjoy a real man like finn or seth or roman. u no guys that can actually wrestle and get a contract.

There is so much happening here I don’t even know where to begin. Let’s start with the spam. Yes, I just posted 465356 posts of Tyler. I’m not sorry about it because it’s my blog and he’s my fave. Isn’t that kind of the point of Tumblr? To have blogs where you talk about your faves and share pics, etc. And as I said before if you don’t like what I post just click the unfollow button!

Also what exactly makes him a “f*ck boy”? The gym selfies he posts? Where he is proud of himself for all the work he’s put in. If you look at him a year and a half ago when he won the UK Tournament and look at him now it’s a night and day difference. He’s put in a lot of work to get the body he has and to become the wrestler he is and he has every right to post about it and be proud of himself.

Also, he must be pretty okay at the wrestling thing for William Regal and Triple H to pick him to be the FIRST UNITED KINGDOM CHAMPION AT 19. He’s 21 and look at what he’s accomplished. The only direction from here is up and I think he’s only going to get bigger and better from here out. Also you must have missed his match with Pete Dunne. You know the one that won MATCH OF THE YEAR last year.  Newsflash he can wrestle.

Honestly, I could go on but anything I say to you is going to go in one ear and out the other so I’m going to stop here. But let me give you a little piece of advice. I love Tyler. I’m going to post him on my blog. And you damn sure better bet that if you come onto my blog and come at me trying to attack Tyler I’m going to square up.

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 4

 Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac. 

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader 

Warnings: None. 

A/N: In honor of this gorgeous man’s birthday! 

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“How much did you hear?” Chris asked as his cheeks turned red.

“Enough.” You said with a smile. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes, Y/N, every word. You are kind, you are caring, and you are absolutely beautiful.” Chris walked over to you, smiling like a child. Olivia was fast asleep against his chest.

You glanced down at Olivia then back up at Chris. “Chris, I like you. I really do, but with every thing that has happened in the last week, I need some time.” 

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Chris Evans Fic?

I watched Gifted then I had this dream. I started writing it, and it became way longer than I expected. It’s going to have to become a multi-part fic and this will be the first ever one for me. So, if y’all would be interested, drop some title ideas in the comments.

Here is the summary/snippet of it.

After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. 

the three stages of roman reigns fangirling. (insp.)

Hello!! May I please be added to the Unexpected Gifts tag list?! I'm obsessed! 🤩

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