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Kissing Games Masterlist 💋
Summary: During a New Year’s Eve party Tony dares your secret admirer to kiss you. The problem? After the kiss you still have no idea who your admirer is.
Finished, Mystery pairing.
Prologue
Part 1: Blackmail
Part 2: Clint
Part 3: Blackmail? More like blackfail
Part 4: Bucky
Part 5: Sam
Part 6: Steve
Part 7: Confrontation
Part 8: The end game
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Welcome to the For the Fic Challenge Blog!
If you love reading fanfiction, then you are going to love this!
It’s a fanfiction auction–without money! The gist? Comment on the most fics to win a fanfiction slot from your favorite writer.
Purpose:
Giving some background: it’s no surprise that many fanfic writers new and old to the Tumblr community are getting less traction with Tumblr’s new algorithm. And from the algorithm, writers have been slower to update fics and post new stories, creating a constant feedback loop of inactivity. And as readers in a fanfic community, nothing sucks more than reading a fanfic that’s still in-progress, hasn’t been updated in years, and with no word from the writer about when the next chapter will be.
That said, there is no doubt that what motivates writers the most to keep writing fanfiction is comments! Direct feedback to let them know that readers and invested in the characters and the plot, excited to see what will happen next!
In a new effort to create more fics for the readers and comments for the writers–we are happy to present the “For the Fic” challenge!
Rules (How to Participate):
Participants can join this auction as either a reader, a writer, or both!
Writers will auction off the chance for readers to request a ≤5k work.
This is not a hard and fast limit. Writers can choose to go above or below 5k words. However, they should not feel obligated to write an extremely long piece as fulfillment of the request.
In order to get your request fulfilled, readers must comment via reblogging on the most fics.
Any and all fics are acceptable for commenting. It is not limited to one fandom or genre.
This benefits everyone! Writers of every fandom will be motivated to write more, giving readers more content to read!!!
Participation Rules for Writers
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This one’s for the writers who get ignored.
This one’s for the writers who get a maximum of two notes, both of them reblogs by you.
This one’s for the writers who feel like giving up. (Don’t.)
This one’s for the writers who didn’t get any messages on the 21st. (or any other time)
This one’s for the writers who don’t get tagged.
This one’s for the writers who don’t get recommended.
This one’s for the writers who have the courage to keep going even when you get little to no feedback.
This one’s for the writers who don’t get curious anons.
This one’s for the writers who write amazing things and get hate because of it.
This one’s for the writers who are learning English as a second language.
This one’s for you.
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Steve Rogers in Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)
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Chris Evans as Steve Rogers in
Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) (dir. Joe and Anthony Russo)
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This series is *chefs kiss* really enjoy how you portray Bucky muddling through his day to day life and his growing fascination with the reader, and how he’s sorta grey here and still struggling with the soldier.Also wondering what the readers deal is...is she hydra 🤔 is she drugging Bucky 🤔🤔
Dreamgirl [part 5]
BuckyxReader
[part 4]
Summary: Bucky tries to adjust to his new life in the Avengers compound. One day he meets a girl who might be everything he needs in order to move on, but is his past really that far away?
Warnings for this chapter: self-hate, fluff wtf, brief threat?… (general series warnings include noncon, violence, mental illness, feels probably)
A/N: Yes, hello, I am still alive even if it doesn’t always seem that way. So here we are again, another chapter of a story I bet y’all keep thinking I’ve abandoned. But I will keep on squeezing out updates every once in a while until this fic is done or so help me god I will relay it via ouija board to someone who can publish it for me, is that clear?
All the pent up tension and fear seep out of his body at the sight of her face.
“Mornin’ doll,” he answers and just like that, Bucky’s morning has turned on its axis.
“You’re up early,” she comments sweetly, tilting her head a little. “I’m opening now if you wanna come in.”
Keep reading
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I love your work! You make it look so effortless. I just binged everything🧡
Thank you so much!!!
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just read "pancakes" and it was so so so good! ! ! you're such an amazing writer and reading your stuff always makes me so happy
Aww thank you so much!!! This is such an amazing compliment!
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May or may not have started writing it 🙈
How y’all feel about a tall reader x bucky series 🤔 maybe with friends to lovers w/ extra pining for that extra something 👀
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How y’all feel about a tall reader x bucky series 🤔 maybe with friends to lovers w/ extra pining for that extra something 👀
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Masterlist
Bucky Barnes
Skewered- You’re a doctor for the avengers and when Bucky comes in with a hunk of metal in his side you find that it’s not his injury that’s making you sweat.
Roses - Where Bucky Barnes hates you and you hate him or where Bucky Barnes only has eyes for you but you have eyes for someone else
Coffee- (sequel to roses)
Pancakes- All you know about Bucky Barnes is that he used to be the Winter Soldier and he’s the shyest person you know. But as a severe injury forces you two closer together you discover there’s more Bucky Barnes than you originally thought.
Statuesque- ‘“Uh, no, I can work on your arm.” You say, standing up. Your heart drops.You’re taller than him.You’re taller than him.’or: You haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to dating. You don’t think Bucky will be any different.
Be careful-You tell Bucky to be careful with your heart. Too late he realizes you should have been careful with his.or:You’re awkward,odd, and not the most conventionally attractive yet you’re the only woman that Bucky sees
Steve Rogers
Sketchy- Steve’s been crushing on you for a while but is forcing down his feelings….Well all that tension has to go somewhere… and it manifests in his sketchbook.
Tipsy-You’re just ‘one of the guys’ aka: “not considered an option by the guys”. And it hurts. Especially when it comes to your friend and crush Steve Rogers.Or, Where a drunk Steve tries to break into your room at an ungodly time of night.
Steve and Bucky
Shapely- Bucky and Steve will never let you know that they’re the heads of your booty’s fanclub
Spooky- “So you two kept on scaring me about the ghost, and yet now that it’s here you’re the ones screaming?” Or: Bucky and Steve both offer you protection from your worst fear….but the protection comes with a price.
Kissing games (series, mystery pairing) finished
series masterlist
During a New Year’s Eve party Tony dares your secret admirer to kiss you. The problem? After the kiss you still have no idea who your admirer is.
Prologue ,Part 1: Blackmail ,Part 2: Clint, Part 3: Blackmail? More like blackfail, Part 4: Bucky, Part 5: Sam, Part 6: Steve, Part 7: Confrontation, Part 8: The end game
Clint
Vexed (series, ongoing)
It took you about one day to decide that Clint Barton was the most annoying man on the face of the earth.
Part 1: sugar cookies
#bucky barnes#steve rogers#clint barton#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#clint barton x reader#marvel imagine#marvel reader insert#avengers x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky imagine#steve rogers imagine
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owowowow! Be Careful HURT!!! no kidding "Reader ain't shit", she really ain't! i srsly hope bucket finds someone waaaay better than her, someone who wouldn't use him like that... maybe in a part 2? 😉 thank you so much for writing! your works are amazing ❤️
Thank you so much! And LMAOO yeah I basically channeled all the fuckboy moves I’ve seen pulled over the years for the reader💀 I’ll probably leave it how it is for now but maybe I’d be able to pull out an idea for a sequel in the future
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I liked your story Be Careful, but I wish you would've put gaslighting or manipulative behavior as a warning. I dated someone like the Reader in this story, and she reminds me of how my ex would ALWAYS "win" any argument we ever had because she'd use her own insecurities or mine instead of focusing on the real argument (that she, more often than not, started).
Sorry about that fixed it!
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Be Careful
Summary:
You tell Bucky to be careful with your heart. Too late he realizes you should have been careful with his.
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You’re awkward,odd, and not the most conventionally attractive yet you’re the only woman that Bucky sees
Warnings: manipulation
Authors note: Back from the dead lmao. This is probably trash but I just needed to force myself to finish something it order to try to get back in the groove! Feedback is more than greatly appreciated, it’s what keeps me writing tbh...
PS. You ain’t shit in this lmao
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You weren’t the most eye-catching. You didn’t look like the girls Bucky used to chase after in his younger years, or the girls on the internet he’d find himself staring at once he’d discovered Instagram, endlessly scrolling through picture after picture, lost in a sea of beautiful bodies and faces. You didn’t look like the tall slim blonde agent he’d always make a point to hold open the door for, or his neighbor’s daughter in Wakanda, who had had dark skin so smooth and a face so perfect he’d never managed to say more than two words to her.
You were slightly awkward, with a slightly odd sense of humor, always cracking jokes that sometimes no one laughed at but you. But you didn’t care, you would laugh at them all the same. You wore baggy clothes, and not the fashionable baggy kind either. Your favorite outfit was baggy camo print cargo pants and an old grey band t-shirt, logo so faded it was almost impossible to decipher.
At first Bucky didn’t pay you much attention. He wasn’t rude, but he treated you with the same gruff stoicism he treated everyone with. Well everyone besides Sam, Steve, and Natasha. Besides he only saw you rarely, you were a high level agent thanks to your skill, but you didn’t work closely with the team very often. Until you did.
One mission with Clint was all it took to have your name thrust forward when Fury was looking to fill a coordinator position. Suddenly you were everywhere. Coordinating their positions on missions, even going on missions with different members of the team. You fit in well with the team, your corny jokes and generally happy disposition make you easy to like. Your apartment was five minutes away, thanks to Tony, so you would often eat breakfast with the team and stay at the Tower well into the night, often crashing in a room designated for you, also thanks to Tony.
You were like a deceptively shallow river Bucky would think after. One minute he was wading through your shallows, next moment he was being taken under by your currents, realizing too late that he was in deeper than he thought possible.
It started slowly, you would make an effort to make conversation with Bucky, never seeming off put by his non answers. Bucky found himself coming to you with numerous questions on how to work social media, you would give such long winded explanations he wouldn’t have to embarrass himself with asking questions. Soon he found himself seeking you out for more than explanations. Funny thing is you were the one who introduced him to Instagram, to the beautiful women on the app but eventually he found himself unable to see any woman but you.
Bucky found himself sitting with you at lunch, looking out the window in the mornings waiting to catch sight of your army green jacket. He’d sit with you in the afternoons as you did your paperwork, steal glances at you ,your forehead always shiny by midday with an almost ever-present patch of acne, eyebrows scrunched together as you filled out mission reports. He loved those quiet moments the most. Bucky wasn’t good with words, not anymore. But he would help carry the 10 pound boxes of paperwork, always bring an extra pen in case yours ran out of ink, and constantly would bring you your favorite Starbucks order. He secretly hoped that you would read the affection behind his actions.
You didn’t usually go to Stark’s parties, you’d rather go to bars and clubs with your friends.
“The crowd at Stark’s parties just aren’t my crowd,” you’d explained with a shrug, toeing the floor with your scuffed sneakers. Bucky had nodded in understanding. They usually weren’t his crowd either, but he’d always go to support Steve, who was pretty much expected to show face.
But for some reason you show up to this party. Four months into your blossoming friendship (and Bucky’s crush). Bucky wasn’t prepared for what you were wearing. When he heard the agents whispering about your unexpected appearance at the party he half expected to see you in jeans and a t- shirt. Or even your cargo pants. At the sound of your name Bucky zeros into the muttered conversation.
“Did you see her?”
“Yeah, damn.”
“Was not expecting that. Or her to even show up. Who knew?”
“She’s kinda hot, not gonna lie. In a weird way”
Bucky turns his head scanning the crowd, heart rate already picking up, fully expecting to see your sweat-pant clad form. He sees you alright. But not in sweatpants. A red dress barely covers your figure. Hemline way above the halfway mark of your thighs and twin slits in the skirt reaching up to your hips. A draping halter neck ties at your neck and completely exposes your back and gives a generous view of your tits. He catches flashes of the curve of your ass as you walk.
In hindsight the dress was totally in line with your character. You didn’t dress the way you did because you were ashamed of your body but rather because you didn’t give a fuck. Your hair is pinned up, one perfect curl escaping your updo and kissing your neck. Bucky feels his heart stop. He spies numerous heads turning as you languidly weave through the crowd in dangerously thin stilettos. You cozy up to one of your agent friends and the two of you drink, giggle, and dance. Bucky can’t take his eyes off of you.
When you head to the balcony he follows.
“Hey,” you say when you spy his shadow darkening the entrance to the balcony.
“Hey,” he gruffs, in a tone he fears is too quiet. But looking at the curve of your exposed back suddenly has his voice dying in his throat. You turn back to looking at the city skyline. Bucky steps forward next to you. Close. Closer than he’s ever been to you, painfully aware of your arms brushing. He can’t fully feel your skin through the long sleeve button down he’s wearing but the touch sets him on fire all the same.
“Needed some air. “ He eventually grumbles. Trying not to stare at your profile. You look at him then, wearing a sly expression he had never seen on you.
“I’m sure you did,”
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After that it doesn’t take long for Bucky to gather up the courage after that. Maybe it’s the way you had looked at him on the balcony or the way both male and female agents were sniffing around you at the party. All the same about a week later Bucky finds himself heading to your office in the afternoon as usual, but this time holding a bouquet of flowers.
Afterwards Bucky falls in love with you hard and fast. He finds himself doting on you, taking you out, bringing you flowers and other tokens of his affection. He hears the whispers, it’s almost impossible not to with his super soldier hearing.
“How’d she’d get him,”
“What an odd couple,”
“The Winter Soldier’s with cargo pants?”
But he still holds your hand in public all the same. Stops in the middle of training recruits to kiss you whenever you happen to cut across the gym all the same. Keeps a picture of you in his wallet all the same.
Bucky has never felt this amount of care and comfort from a person since...ever, even before, in his other life. You put his boots by the heater in the winter when he sleeps over so his feet won’t freeze when he walks to the compound. You listen to him, even when he’s angry, raging at nothing, or when he’s sad and sullen, taking minute long pauses in between sentences. Or even when he wants to do nothing but sit in silence and hold you. You especially listen when his words come fast, tinged with self hatred. You reassure him, holding him like he’s fine china. After many late night musings you give him with the best present he’s ever gotten, an impossibly soft kitten who’s uncharacteristically loud purr always grounds him. Bucky finds himself able to open up with you in a way he can’t with anyone else, even Steve. Bucky’s not good with words anymore, but with you he’s amazing. He can’t stop singing your praises, lavishing you with sweet words and adoration.
In hindsight it was a warning.
“Sweetheart, your wallet must be screamin’ for mercy, with you buying this cake nearly everyday,” Bucky says pinching off a piece of the lemon pound cake which is almost always at the corner of your desk. He recognizes the cake from a bakery across the street, and knows its nearly four dollars a slice. You stretch cracking your back, nipples poking through your shirt. Your ever present band shirt had breathed its last breath, and this new shirt is thinner and cropped, and hugs your body closer.
“Not really, I don’t buy it, Tommy hooks me up” you say, shooting him a smile and then returning back to your paperwork.
“Tommy?” Bucky says, and unbidden hot jealousy sears through his chest at the mention of your coworker “He’s always buying you these?”
“Yeah,” you answer, not looking up, and Bucky tells himself to remain calm, unbothered.
He doesn’t.
Later after the subsequent fight and make up Bucky holds you as the two of you sit on his bed.
“I’m sorry,” He says again.
“It’s alright,” you say and somehow your simple words draw the truth out of him.
“I’m just...I- I’m afraid of losing you.”
“I’m afraid of losing you too,” you confess, then pause “Bucky, please be careful with me,”
Your relationship was easy, comforting. The two of you almost never fought, and never grew tired of being with each other. One blissful year turned into two and then five. It was like a dream and Bucky never wanted to wake up.
But reality eventually did.
How closely you guarded your phone should have tipped him off. How you’d constantly declined calls while the two of you were together. The way you almost always got ‘too drunk’ on girls night and would end up crashing at your friend’s place.
The first time it’s sixth months into your relationship on a lazy Saturday. The two of you had ordered pizza and planned to cuddle on the couch and have a movie marathon. You were in the bathroom when your phone had vibrated. Knowing that you would get a notification when the pizza arrived Bucky had looked at your phone. Bucky had felt surprised to see the name Dominos instead of an unsaved number pop up on your screen. Your phone didn’t show the preview of the text like his did. Your phone was still unlocked since you had headed to the bathroom but a few seconds ago, so Bucky tapped to open the text.
Dominos: [Can’t wait to see you again, beautiful]
Bucky’s blood had run cold. He froze, only unfreezing when he realized you were standing next to him.
“We aren’t exclusive!” you had defended.
“What the hell do you mean?” Bucky had growled. At that your face had crumbled, eyes filling with tears.
“You never asked me to be your girl.” you had looked away “We never talked about what we are,”
“Whaddya think we’ve been doing these past months?!” Bucky had yelled back,
“ I don't know. I don’t assume Bucky. Because guys always seem to want to date me, treat me like their girlfriend and then turn around and throw it in my face that they never said I was.” your voice breaks and so does Bucky's anger. He hadn’t been very verbal with you so far. It’s true he never asked you to be his girl, or even verbally on a date. He just thought you both knew. Guilt fills him at the sight of your tear stained face.
“I’m sorry I was just preparing for the inevitable,” you say and turn away. Bucky grabs your arm and pulls you towards him.
“Well, let me make it clear. I want you to be my girl. I want you to be mine and mine alone.”
Your expression is unfathomable as you wind your arms around his neck.
“I am yours.”
That night you stand in front of Bucky and wordlessly slip out of your sweatpants and t shirt, rendering him speechless. With reverence Bucky’s hands trace your frame and his mouth follows. That night he worships you.
Later, you wrap your arms around him and whisper
“I love you,”
And Bucky knows that he’s done for.
“I love you too sweetheart.” he says, and later still when you’ve fallen asleep Bucky lies awake, stroking the soft contours of your back. He’s done for. And he knows it.
“I’ll be careful,” he whispers.
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Reality had tried to wake Bucky gently. Through warning signs that should have been loud and clear especially to an ex assassin. But Bucky had accepted your half baked truths and excuses. He was too far gone off of the drug that was your love to heed the warning signs until reality slapped him- no choked him, awake.
His awakening came in the form of the sight of you on your kitchen counter, a man kneeling in between your spread thighs. The flowers he had bought you on his way back from his mission that had ended early drop to the floor. Bucky freezes. But at the sight of Tommy’s face, cheeks slick with you he loses it. Next thing he realizes that he has his hands around your coworkers throat. But your hand on his shoulder drains the fight out of him, and as Tommy scrambles out of the apartment Bucky crumples to the floor and sobs.
“Why?” He asks and he realizes he’s not just asking about now, but about all the times he’s caught you cheating but didn’t have the strength to leave you.
“Baby” you say and gather him into your arms. He wants to pull away, thrash, yell, but he doesn’t. He just melts into your touch. You make him weak. And at night when he thinks about your excuses and half truths he hates himself for it.
“Why do you keep doing this to me?” he says, sobs wracking his frame “Five years-did they mean nothing to you?”
“I’m sorry,” you say “I love you,”
At this Bucky pulls away, standing. “Don’t fucking lie to me.” he hisses.
“I’m not,” you say standing “I might lie all the time but I’m not lying about this.” your eyes go soft at the corners, and start to water.
“No. I love you. I adore you. I’d give you anything-everything and you treat me like shit” Bucky spits, there’s a pain in his chest, his heart is breaking “And I just fucking take it, because you make me so fucking weak- and I hate it” another sob ribs from his chest. A part of him thinks that this is his punishment. For all of the terrible things he’s done. Cursed to be in love with someone who will never truly love him back. He looks at you, your hair is in disarray, baggy t shirt, those fucking cargo pants around your ankles. He gives a bitter laugh “Who woulda thought that you would’ve been the one to make me weak.”
“Why? Because I’m not pretty?” hurt flashes across your face then your eyes go hard. Usually Bucky would have been quick to refute any self deprecating words, reassuring you how beautiful he found you, how gorgeous you were. But now he just lifts his chin and looks back at you with the same hard eyes.
“Well I know I’m not pretty.” you shrug, face going strangely expressionless “But you still fell for me all the same. More fool you.” you say, and after a moment continue. “We should break up.”
At this Bucky shatters. Because he knows deep down that even after all of this he still would have taken you back. He still wants to grovel at your feet and plead to try to fix your relationship. But instead he decides to finally choose himself and turns and walks out of the door and out of your life.
Year later he still finds himself looking at your picture in his wallet, the one remnant of you he has left, that he can’t bear to get rid of. On lonely nights where he can’t sleep and can’t stand the coldness of his bed he’ll trace the curve of your smile and wish that you had cared enough to have been careful with him.
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Masterlist
Bucky Barnes
Skewered- You’re a doctor for the avengers and when Bucky comes in with a hunk of metal in his side you find that it’s not his injury that’s making you sweat.
Roses - Where Bucky Barnes hates you and you hate him or where Bucky Barnes only has eyes for you but you have eyes for someone else
Coffee- (sequel to roses)
Pancakes- All you know about Bucky Barnes is that he used to be the Winter Soldier and he’s the shyest person you know. But as a severe injury forces you two closer together you discover there’s more Bucky Barnes than you originally thought.
Statuesque- ‘“Uh, no, I can work on your arm.” You say, standing up. Your heart drops.You’re taller than him.You’re taller than him.’or: You haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to dating. You don’t think Bucky will be any different.
Steve Rogers
Sketchy- Steve’s been crushing on you for a while but is forcing down his feelings….Well all that tension has to go somewhere… and it manifests in his sketchbook.
Tipsy-You’re just ‘one of the guys’ aka: “not considered an option by the guys”. And it hurts. Especially when it comes to your friend and crush Steve Rogers.Or, Where a drunk Steve tries to break into your room at an ungodly time of night.
Steve and Bucky
Shapely- Bucky and Steve will never let you know that they’re the heads of your booty’s fanclub
Spooky- “So you two kept on scaring me about the ghost, and yet now that it’s here you’re the ones screaming?” Or: Bucky and Steve both offer you protection from your worst fear….but the protection comes with a price.
Kissing games (series, mystery pairing) finished
series masterlist
During a New Year’s Eve party Tony dares your secret admirer to kiss you. The problem? After the kiss you still have no idea who your admirer is.
Prologue ,Part 1: Blackmail ,Part 2: Clint, Part 3: Blackmail? More like blackfail, Part 4: Bucky, Part 5: Sam, Part 6: Steve, Part 7: Confrontation, Part 8: The end game
Clint
Vexed (series, ongoing)
It took you about one day to decide that Clint Barton was the most annoying man on the face of the earth.
Part 1: sugar cookies
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