Lost my Identity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x soulmate! Reader

Summary: you hate many things in life. you hate soulmates. you hate the avengers. you hate guns. you hate loud snorers and complicated relationships.

Bucky Barnes is associated with all of those things, yet you can't find yourself hating him

Forward notes: this is a semi-rewrite/repost. I posted this fic on ao3 when I first started writing so it’s very juvenile and there will be a lot of mistakes that don’t reflect my writing now (I hope) but it was quite fun to reread this and see my progress. Notes, reblogs and comments are very important

Series playlist here (my music taste is great, promise)

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Intro. Soulmates.

Chapter one. Stalker activity

Chapter two. T-touch, T-touch me.

Chapter three. bribery (coming soon)

Summary: You and Shawn have an unusual friend/relationship and it’s finally time to take the next step. [non AU] [fluff]

Word Count: 1.2k

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Shawn: Come over. I just got home.

You stare down at your phone. Heart racing. Hands shaking. Shawn being home is the best news ever. You’ve missed him so much and you know exactly what he wants, what you want, and you’re gonna give it to him. 

Half an hour later and Shawn opens the door of his apartment for you. He’s got on pajamas, hair a mess, cheeks pink. Before you can say anything he pulls you in, bear hugging you as he closes the door behind you. 

[gifs by @stydiaislove]

warning: 6.1k of fluffy smut. terrible jokes— do i need to use that warning anymore? unprotected sex. wrap it before you tap it, friends. idealistic romantic shit.

title inspired by sweet by cigarettes after sex. as usual, thank you to @shawnjpeg for helping me with this 

“She thought the view was pretty..” Shawn murmurs, loud enough for her to hear, quiet enough for it to not disturb the gentle peace of the evening. She turns to look at him over her lifted shoulder, smile buried into her robe, eyebrows lifted in amusement. Smirking, Shawn shifts the arms he’d crossed under his head. He finishes, “I thought I was prettier.”

She grins. He sees her cheeks plump up over her shoulder, and then she’s lifting her face. Blowing him a loud, exaggerated kiss, singing, “My pretty boy.”

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