#bUCKY WHUT

[reiignonme-moving]

       —  [ 👑  @mxrvelouscreations​  ]  ❛  requested this meme.

                    send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!                         from Steve Rogers.

of my current muses ;

wally west / merging fandoms, we must because we want. wally in total awe of captain america. pst - i ship it.

vali lokison / steve meeting loki’s son would be amusing!

tony stark / no other reason than i ship it sadfg.

of my future muses ;

james carter-rogers / steve x sharon son, possibly from an alternate universe because imagine the funny and steve being like whut.

bucky barnes / i need to say anything. nah.

lady sif / sparring tension, please.

#mxrvelouscreations

[glowingsand]

SO I’M BEING TOLD THat Bucky and Sam’s relationship evolved from “never see each other again” to “Sam and I could move together”???

Update: I’m now being told Bucky says “wield” instead of “move”, referring to the shield, but my point still holds true

#ASDFGJKL #WHAT #bUCKY WHUT #I swear to god their relationship is starting to mirror anthony and seb’s friendship I loVE IT #tfatws #tfatws spoilers #falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson #bucky barnes #marvel #anthony mackie #sebastian stan

[kindsokind]

When your roommate’s a ghost but he’s also a slob

Sam drops his briefcase at the door and tosses his keys in the bowl. He sheds his coat and drapes it on the hook before moving through to the kitchen.

There. In the sink. A mountain of dishes that wasn’t there this morning. 

This morning, he had washed and dried the plate he used for toast and the glass he used for orange juice before he left for work. Now, roughly nine hours later, he arrives home to dishes sporting enough caked-on grease they could provide the “before” in a dishwasher detergent commercial.

Sam braces his hands on the counter and looks into his living room. Bucky sits on the couch with a salad bowl full of Lucky Charms in his lap.

“So, how is it you can eat my cereal, but your ghostly ass can’t do the damn dishes?” He asks.

“I don’t make the rules,” Bucky shrugs, wide eyes not leaving the TV screen. His spoon hovers near his mouth as he watches Nell drive her brother Luke to rehab. Apparently, his promise to watch The Haunting of Hill House with Sam was one built on a total lie.

Sam watches in defeat as two marshmallows fall off his spoon and tumbles to the carpet.

#bucky barnes #sam wilson #a little fic #because it's almost halloween #and i always like the idea of bad ghosts who don't haunt in the typical ways #also their dynamic is perfect #sam: father please i need help there's an evil spirit in my home #priest: tell me what's wrong #sam: well for one things he leaves his ectoplasm all over the floor and for another he somehow leaves hair all over the sink??? #sam: and he never fills up the brita!!! so i just have to drink lukewarm tap water like a chump huh??? #priest: whut

[tati3001]

*Y/n quietly sneaking out of Wanda's room. She turned around in time to see Maria sneaking our of Natasha's room*

Maria: So...

Y/n: So...

*They get interrupted by Valkyrie sneaking out of Carol's room. The three of them look at each other and Valkyrie lifts her finger to point at both girls*

Valkyrie: Not a word.

Y/n: You got it *Thumbs up*

*The three of them stood in front of the door's awkardly*

Maria: I guess... Goodnight?

Y/n: Sounds good to me.

*Nobody moves. Suddenly, the door of Bucky's room opened and Sam sneaked out*

Y/n, Valkyrie and Maria: *Whut*

Sam: O.O

*Tony door open's next and Steve sneakes out. He turns around and stays cold when everyone's eyes are on him*.

*Y/n openes her mouth but insteads openes the door and slowly walks back in Wanda's room*

Y/n: So Witchy, looks like I'll spend the night with ya :D

#wanda maximoff incorrect quotes #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #marvel #mcu #avengers #incorrect quotes #scarlet witch incorrect quotes #black widow incorrect quotes #maria hills #carol danvers #valkyrie #bucky barnes #sam wilson #tony stark #steve rogers #tony x steve #bucky x sam #wanda maximoff x reader

[deanzboyfriend]

Bucky:“Its actually white wolf”

Sam: “wHuT?”

#tfatws #tfatws spoilers #Joey watches: tfatws

[not-close-to-straight]

I got so fuckin excited when I saw this on my dash, like I was like ,no way this is what I think it is!!! I love BW so much and its the first work of yours that I read and is special to me & made me more interested in abo. I was clutching my pillow so hard & blushing like a Victorian era maiden , why cuz of the sweet names & the repeated my mates, my omega and my Alpha like whut you expect me to function properly after this!!!! & I love the phrase from BW , hurt but not broken & I use it in my life !! Poor Tony so tired after mating with all his insatiable mates. The moment with Bucky, where they had a moment for themselves BOMBANDFLUFF!!!!

I almost forgot how over the top smooshy Tony is with the Omegas in the BW verse. I mean all my ABO fics have the Alphas fawning over their mates but I forgot how much TONY does it specifically? Plus the fics are some of my first ones ever so I was still working on how the dialogue worked and scenes flow and stuff and it was nice to re read and not cringe myself to death but uh yeah— smooshy lol

But like, if he can’t be sappy and over sweet during bonding then when can he do it??

[a-walk-in-silence]

Does Your Mother Know? (Prologue)

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Tony Stark x Fem!Reader, Thor Odinson! x Fem!Reader, Peter Parker x OFC

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Addie L/N tries her best to live her life not knowing who her father is. But a trip through your old diary might just be the key to discovering who she really is.

Warnings: None yet :)

A/N: So, this story is gonna start off flipping back and forth between timelines. Usually the divides will be clean and you’ll know when it happens, but I just need to make it clear.

Masterlist | Part 1

Key:

Y/N - Your Name

L/N - Last name

Y/E/C - Your Eye Color

Addie busied her hands with putting away clothes. Above, she could hear people moving around in the rooms above, and it brought a smile to her lips. The grand opening had been everything she had ever wanted, just four and a half years ago. Villa Y/N was now a tourist destination. Everyone came to hear the stories about Aphrodite’s Fountain, and they came to hear the history of how the Villa came to be named after you.

Tears started to burn in her eyes as she glanced around the room. It had been her childhood room, but now it was filled with a tiny bed, perfectly sized for a little boy of just 4 years. Unable to stand much longer, she sat down on the floor, holding her head in her hands. Her slim fingers tangled in her bright yellow locks, tugging ever so gently as memories replayed in her mind of her mother.

“Mommy!” came the shout of a little boy, running straight into the room. Addie’s head quickly perked up and a smile forced it’s way onto her lips, hiding the pain she had been feeling just moments before. “Mommy! I missed you!”

She laughed, pulling her son into her arms for a tight hug. “I’ve missed you, too, Donny!” She ruffled up his brown curls, just like his fathers. “Where are your grandfathers? They were supposed to be watching you!”

“Dang kid can’t sit still for five seconds,” came the mutter of Tony Stark. You glanced up from your son to the doorway to find the man leaning there, his graying brown hair falling in front of his face. “You good, Ad?”

“I’m okay,” she lied, nodding her head. Her eyes once more fell on her son, meeting your Y/E/C eyes. “Just remembering mom, ya know? I needed a moment to sit down and uh... it’s all good.” Addie forced a chuckle before wrapping an arm around Donny and standing up. “It’s still hard. Even five years later. She was all I had for 20 years of my life and now I don’t have her.”

Tony sighed and pulled the two of you into a side hug. “I know, kiddo.”

“Momma!” Donny tugged at a piece of her hair, pulling her attention back to the toddler in her arms. “Momma, why do I 'ave so many gampas but no gammas?”

For a moment, Addie seemed to ignore the child and, instead, posed her question towards Tony. “Where are Steve and Thor by the way? I thought I told all three of you to watch Donny while Peter and I were working.”

A chuckle came from the man as he casually leaned out of the embrace you two had been in. “Thor decided to take Jane on a boat ride around the island for the day. And I think Steve is with Bucky. I’m not sure. They said you wouldn’t-”

“Momma!” came the annoyed shout of the toddler, interrupting Tony’s train of thought. The two quickly shot the child confused glances as to why he had a random outburst. “You didn’ ansa my ques’n,” he huffed in annoyance.

Addie found herself looking to Tony for help as her son’s question suddenly dawned on her. He had asked her why he didn’t have a grandma. Slowly, she moved over to Donny’s bed, setting him down before kneeling on the floor beside him. “Baby, I told you that she got sick and that... she’s not around anymore, haven’t I?”

He nodded in response, pouting still as he toyed with a strand of her hair with his chubby fingers. “I dunno nothin’ abou’ her...”

She had to bite back the sob that was threatening to escape as she rain a finger through his tousled curls. “Okay. I can tell you all about her that I know. It wasn’t until I was about 20 that I actually knew anything about her. I had been going through her things, looking for props for my pre-wedding party...”

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Addie rummaged through your things, making a mental note to inform you later. She pulled out old clothes that you had stored away from your days of performing. The Dynamos, as you had put it, had been one of your favorite experiences as a young adult. Outside of The Dynamos, though, she didn’t know much else about your childhood.

She was about to give up on her search when she came across a bright pink notebook, covered in stickers from random places. Her eyebrows scrunched up together in interest as she pulled it from the chest. Haphazardly, she shoved everything else back into the box and flipped open the first page of the book to see just what was contained within its pages.

A sudden sense of dread pumped through Addie as she saw the date scribbled on the top. May 14th, 1992. This was the diary from the year you had been pregnant with her. Would it reveal any secrets about her father?

Slowly, she glanced back down at the page with a newfound confidence. If there was going to be any information about who her father was, it was going to be contained within these pages that you had written when you were younger. And so, she started to read-

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“Momma,” Donny interrupted, pulling Addie from her memories. “Momma, whut was in the diary?”

She giggled, moving to sit on the bed with her curious son. “It was all of her memories from the year she was pregnant with me. It contained all of her adventures from the day she graduated college until the day she had me.”

Tony, who had been watching the two interacted, chuckled, filling the otherwise stale atmosphere of the room. “Those were some wild times,” he responded, dragging a chair to join the two by the bed.

“Can you tell me abou’ her?” Donny puffed out his cheeks and stuck his tongue out momentarily before smiling at Tony. “Tell me abou’ her, pleeease?” he whined.

“How about this,” Addie responded, acting like a mediator in this situation. “I’ll tell you what I remember from the book, and then you can ask your grandpas and aunties to fill in the rest, okay? Just remember that you can’t interrupt too much, otherwise we might forget where we were.”

He must have been satisfied with her answer, because he weaseled his way under his blankets, curling into his mother’s side. “’Kay!” he practically cheered, his Y/E/C meeting Addie’s blue ones. “Tell me!”

She leaned over, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as she shifted to be more comfortable in the bed laying on her side. “Grandma’s diary began the day she graduated from college. The date was May 14th, 1992, and-”

“What an odd day to remember,” Tony interrupted. You shot him a dirty glare, and he only put his hands up defensively. “I’m just saying, you haven’t touched that diary since Y/N... for five years.”

“It’s because it’s the first words written in the diary. Besides, I’m sure you and my other dads have some weirdly specific dates stored in your heads about mom.” Addie shook her head, blonde curls falling in Donny’s face. He made sounds of protest, pushing the curls away from his face. “Sorry, Don,” she mumbled, pulling her hair away and back over her shoulder. “Any way, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted... the day was May 14th, 1992. Grandma had just graduated from Oxford University, and she was the valedictorian, or top of her class. As she stood in front of her peers...”

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Hey! Feedback would be greatly appreciated on this fic! This is just a prologue, of course, but I want to hear some opinions if you guys are interested!

Tags: @dodie-y3llow @youreafangirl-harry @thedaydreamingwriter @starksparker @peeterparkr @spidey-pal

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark headcanon #tony stark #thor x reader #thor imagine #thor headcanon #thor #peter parker x oc #peter parker imagine #peter parker headcanon #peter parker #marvel #mamma mia #does your mother know #series #prologue

[a-splash-of-stucky]

A Messed Up Place | Fourteen

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A collection of precious moments throughout your pregnancy

Warnings: Fluffiness, swearing.

Notes: WooOOOoooOOO! A whole century later and we’re finally back with another chapter! I’ve missed writing for this baby :’) Also -- four fics in four days whut? 2018′s off to a good start ;)

As the summary suggests, this chapter is a collection of ‘moments’ throughout your pregnancy. After the trainwreck that was the last 13 chapters, I’ve decided to finally gift you with some pure fluffy goodness.

AMUP Masterlist

Bucky moves back into the compound that very evening. As they say: no time like the present, right? Having made amends with you, Bucky feels as if the chains that have been holding him back have finally been unshackled, like he can finally go about this relationship the way he actually wants to, the way he should have done from the very start.

He’d had to make a quick trip to the apartment in Brooklyn, just to clear out his things. He hadn’t brought a lot with him in the first place, which means that most of his worldly possessions are still safely stowed in his room in the compound — something that worked out in his favour, in the end.

Since then, he’s thrown himself into romancing you like he’s never romanced anyone before. Bucky’s also been doing a lot of reading, trying to prepare himself for parenthood as best as he can.

The rest of the team are happy to have him back at the compound, if a little puzzled by his sudden, unexplained disappearance, and equally confounding return. Natasha comes to visit him a couple of days after he moves back in. a grim set to her jaw and a purposeful gleam in her eye.

Bucky watches her with wary eyes from his spot on the bed, hands stilling in his lap. He’d been cleaning one of his rifles before she’d come in and interrupted him. He tracks her as she leans against his dresser, arms loosely folded over her chest.

“I know that you and Y/N had something going on before she got with Steve,” she tells him. Before Bucky can open his mouth to refute her claim, she holds a single finger up and barrels on. “I also know that when she did get with Steve, you were devastated. Pretty obvious with the way you were moping about the place. And it’s why you asked me to set you up, right?”

Bucky hasn’t said anything, but his silence must’ve been a good enough answer for her.

“It was to help you get over her, wasn’t it?” Natasha presses, picking up the comb he keeps on top of his dresser and twirling it between her fingers. “It was to get over her.”

“Stop,” Bucky growls, hands clenching into fists at his sides.

She smiles tiredly. “I’m not judging you, Barnes. I just—,” she breaks off, eyes downcast as she says the next two words. “The baby.”

“What about it?” Bucky asks tersely.

“Is…I don’t know whether it’s yours, or whether it’s his, but I’m guessing that it’s either Steve’s death or her pregnancy that was your trigger. One of those things, or maybe both of them, I don’t know — made you leave,” she surmises, setting the brush down and affixing him with a cool gaze.

“The two events happened so close together—I’m just not sure what set you off. But—whatever it is, I just hope you two get it sorted out.”

Bucky blinks owlishly, surprised by the sudden swerve in the conversation. “I—thanks, Natasha,” he murmurs.

She nods curtly, pushing off from his dresser and sauntering towards his door in one sinuous motion. “You’re both good people,” she says, glancing at him from over her shoulder. “Idiots, but good people.”

“Thanks,” Bucky says dryly. She blows him an exaggerated kiss as the door falls shut.

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“You don’t have to come,” you say nervously, for what is probably the tenth time in half as many minutes. “I’ve gone to them by myself before, it’s—,”

“Y/N,” Bucky says, cutting short your nervous babble. “I want to, okay? I really do. I wanna go with you, I wanna see the baby.”

“Okay,” you breathe, smiling nervously at him. “Okay, of course.”

It takes exactly eighteen minutes for Happy to drive you both to the hospital. Throughout the entire journey, you keep your hands folded in your lap, fidgeting anxiously with the hem of your t-shirt. Towards the end of the drive, Bucky finds himself reaching across the massive gap between you and him in the back seat, resting his hand on your knee and squeezing it reassuringly. You’re startled by the sudden gesture, but the tentative smile you flash his way tells him that you’ve appreciated it, nonetheless.

Happy pulls up in front of a sleek building which Bucky has a hard time believing is an actual hospital. It’s all shiny glass and polished steel and spotless floors, nothing like the dingy labs that HYDRA used to work in. Though the interior is sophistically decorated, the faint scent of antiseptic that seems to cling to every hospital building is present, making Bucky’s nose scrunch up in disdain. He follows you to your doctor’s office — Dr Habiba, he learns, is her name — and takes a seat in the overstuffed armchair. You, on the other hand, perch yourself on the examining table, jiggling one leg nervously.

It’s a fairly standard office, albeit devoid of those tacky health-conscious posters that normally adorn hospital walls. Even the medical equipment in there has its own aesthetic appeal, fitting in with the rest of the decor as if they were abstract art installations.

“Twenty weeks, eh?” Dr Habiba comments, once she’s got you settled on your back. You smile and nod, your expression perking up as she chats pregnancy stuff with you — most of it goes straight over Bucky’s head. Dr Habiba’s got dark skin and jet black hair that she’s pulled back into a neat chignon. By his best guess, she’s probably in her mid-forties. She seems pretty competent, moving the machinery around and speaking with the air of someone who’s been through this routine a billion times.

When it’s time to start the scan, you gesture for Bucky to stand beside you, near your head. He’s touched by the gesture, even more so when you take his flesh hand from where it’s lying beside your shoulder and interlace your fingers together.

“All healthy, looks exactly as it should be at this stage,” is the verdict you receive. You blow out a breath Bucky hadn’t realised you’d been holding, expression visibly relaxing at the words.

“You sure you don’t want to find out the sex of your baby?” Dr Habiba asks, looking to you, then Bucky, then back again. Bucky flushes. Does she think that the baby is his, or something? After he’d introduced himself, you’d told her that Bucky was a friend of yours. Perhaps the doctor is more perceptive than she appears.

Bucky squints at the mass of black and white on the monitor. The grainy image does look like a baby, he’ll give it that; he can see the shape of the head, can even make out the bump of a nose and the slope of what he thinks could be a lip. Even so, he’s got no idea how this woman, talented as she may be, can tell what sex the baby is with any kind of certainty.

“Um,” you say, sharing a look with Bucky that he can’t decipher. “I—um, well…I…Bucky? Do you wanna know?”

He’s taken aback. Surely it’s your decision, not his. Bucky licks his lips nervously. “I…uh…only if you want to,” he says hesitantly, not sure whether that’s the answer you’re wanting to hear.

“But do you want to?” you ask, more insistently this time, as if his opinion really matters to you.

“Uh…not really,” Bucky admits, free hand scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “I—think a surprise might be nice.”

Your mouth splits into a grin, eyes beaming with happiness. “Really? Great!” you exclaim.

Dr Habiba has been watching this entire exchange with an amused smile on her face, clearly discerning that there’s something more going on between you and Bucky, that you are clearly more than just ‘friends’, as you’d claimed. Whatever she thinks she does not voice aloud, however, instead just murmuring a soft ‘okay then’ as she turns back to the screen of her monitor.

“How many pictures do you want me to print out?” she asks.

“Three,” you say unhesitatingly. At Bucky’s arched eyebrow, you elaborate, “One for me, one for the fridge in the kitchen — so that no one tries to steal my picture, y’know? And one for you.”

Bucky is not ashamed to admit that he looks at that small print-out for a full five minutes before he falls asleep that night.

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“Oh fuck, Bucky!” you moan, head lolling forward as Bucky runs his hands all over your back.

“Yeah, doll? That feel good?” he murmurs absentmindedly. He digs his thumbs into the base of your spine, chuckling at the low groan that rumbles out of your throat.

“Ah, f-fuck, yeah,” you hiss, as his hands start to smooth down your sides, exerting just the right amount of pressure to make your body limp and pliant.

Someone snickers.

Bucky looks towards the direction of the sound and discovers that the source is Wanda, who is trying very hard to conceal her giggles behind her hand. Sam and Natasha, sitting on either side of her, are doing their best to suppress their own smiles. Bucky quirks an eyebrow up questioningly, and that seems to be the tipping point. Wanda gives in, doubling over and clutching her stomach as her shoulders shake. Her laughter set Natasha off, who buries her face into Sam’s neck.

“Wha’s so funny?” you slur out. You scoot backwards and inch the bright red exercise ball you’re bouncing on towards Bucky, so that his hands can start massaging out the tense knots in your shoulder.

“S’nothin,” Sam snorts, “You just sounds like you’re havin’ sex over there.”

“Fuck you, Wilson,” you growl, though the heat in your tone is subsequently ruined by the whimper that falls from your lips. This promptly sets off another round of giggles among your three spectators. Bucky can feel his lips fighting to pull into a smile, even as his cheeks flame up in embarrassment. It seems that you’ve decided to staunchly ignore Natasha’s wolf-whistles, instead choosing to arch into the steady press of Bucky’s fingers.

When you told him that you were feeling sore today, Bucky hadn’t hesitated to offer you a back rub. In hindsight, he probably should’ve waited for the privacy of your room, or something.

Tony and Pepper walk in at that moment. “What is this I hear about sex being had? Why am I not invited?” Tony asks loudly.

“Tony,” Pepper sighs, giving him a gentle cuff on the ear. He scowls like a little child in response.

“Bucky’s giving Y/N a massage,” Wanda wheezes, still not having fully recovered from her laughing fit, “And I think Y/N’s enjoying it a bit too much.”

“Fuck you, Wanda,” you grumble. Bucky pets your side sympathetically.

“Well, I think we should all just be happy that Y/N and Bucky have worked things out,” Pepper says, raising her voice to be heard above everyone’s laughter. “And we should all leave them in peace, hmm?” she suggests, eyes darting towards the door pointedly.

“It’s okay, Pepper, they can stay if they want to,” Bucky assures her.

It’s good knowing that the rest of the team are at ease like this. Bucky hadn’t noticed it, but him being in a sour mood for the better part of six months had really been a dampener on the atmosphere at the compound. Now, with all of the bad air cleared between you and him, it’s like a curse has been lifted; smiles are easier to come by, nowadays, and the sounds of laughter can almost always be heard.

Besides Sam, no one else on the team knows the full truth. Of course, some version of the truth had to be fed to them, that had been an inescapable fact. The condensed version of yours and Bucky’s story, is that you and Bucky started a friends-with-benefits arrangement about six months before you got with Steve, after which, the arrangement became null. Then, one drunken night of passion in KL changed everything, meaning that this baby could potentially by his — that had earned you and him a couple of disapproving looks, at the time. The two of you have assured everyone that you’ve put your differences and disagreements behind you, and that your relationship from here on out should progress a whole lot more smoothly.

Natasha’s probably managed to put together more of the puzzle, but he’s not going to begrudge her that. Natasha’s Natasha; she’ll understand, in her own roundabout way.

“How dare you insult the pregnant woman,” you grumble, tipping your neck forward to give Bucky more room. “Just fuck off and let Bucky give me my massage in peace.”

Bucky can’t help but smile a little at the hint of fondness in your tone.

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You’re coming out of the bathroom just as Bucky pops his head into your bedroom, having just got back from a trip to the city. You’re swathed in a fluffy polka dot bathrobe, your damp hair hanging limply around your face. Bucky holds up the small canvas bag he’s holding in his right hand and waggles his eyebrows triumphantly.

“What’s that?” you ask, waddling over to your bed and sinking down on it with a grateful sigh. Being five and a half months pregnant is starting to take its toll on you.

Instead of answering verbally, Bucky comes bounding up beside you, thrusting the bag into your hands. Nervous excitement is radiating out of his every pore. He feels a little like a wolf that’s gone hunting for its mate — not that you’re his mate, or anything — and is now presenting his treasures for inspection.

Your lips pull into a frown, which quickly turns into a giddy smile when you peer into the bag. Inside is a collection of fruits that Bucky bought from the farmer’s market earlier this morning — strawberries, blueberries, a small melon, even a couple of mangoes.

“Bucky, what…?” your voice trails off as you turn to look up at him, eyes sparkling with wonderment.

Bucky shifts his weight from foot to foot and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Well, uh…I’ve noticed that you’ve been craving a lot of fruits, lately, especially the sweet kind, so I—I went out and bought you some.”

He doesn’t know what he was expecting, exactly, but he’s certainly taken by surprise when you surge forward and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a fierce hug. “Thank you,” you whisper sincerely. Bucky wraps his arms around your torso and gives you a gentle squeeze, not wanting to jostle anything he shouldn’t be jostling. He’s enjoying the way his heart swells with pride at having made you this happy.

“Oh, there’s also this,” Bucky says, when you finally step away. He shrugs his backpack off his shoulders and plonks it on the bed, pulling open the zip and rummaging around inside. With a soft hum of victory, he pulls out a tub of cookies and cream ice cream and waves it in your direction.

“You got me ice cream?” you gasp, eyes going comically wide.

“Well, last week you said you really wanted some,” Bucky said, handing it over to you. There’s a brief moment where his fingers brush yours as you take the tub from his hands — maybe it’s his imagination, but he swears that sparks fly at that point of contact.

“You remembered that?” you ask softly, gazing down at the tub of ice cream like it’s a whole lot more symbolic than simply, a tub of ice cream.

Bucky snorts, crossing his arms over his chest. “You were keeping me awake all night talking about it!” he reminds you, aiming for nonchalance, but tone coming out far too tender for him to do it effectively. Besides, he’s pretty sure he’s got some goofy grin on his face that ruins the effect anyhow.

You shyly catch his gaze through your lashes. “I was not,” you mutter, “But thank you. I love you.”

Bucky’s breath hitches in his throat, just as your free hand flies up to clamp over your mouth. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head once the words you’ve just said finally register with your brain.

“Y/N—,”

“I’m sorry!” you blurt out, “I—I mean, I do, but—,”

“Romantically?” Bucky interrupts, “Or as a friend?”

Your jaw snaps shut, eyes travelling to the floor by your feet, not wanting to meet his stare. “Um…would you kill me if I said both?” you ask timidly.

“No,” Bucky replies. “I bought these things for you because I feel both, as well.”

“Oh, good,” you say, before tossing the ice cream onto the bed and pulling Bucky in for another enthusiastic hug.

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Bucky’s just finished relieving himself and is busy washing his hands at the sink when he hears your scream.

“Bucky!” you shout, “Get in here, now!”

A million and one thoughts surge through his system, a sense of panic being the strongest of them all. He bursts through the door — probably ripping it off of its hinges in the process — and sprints towards you. You’re sat on the armchair in the corner of his bedroom, bottom lip caught between your teeth and hands cradling your bump.

“Y/N?” Bucky asks breathlessly, fighting to keep his cool in the face of all the emotions threatening to cloud his rational mind. Bucky collapses to his knees in front of you, reaching up to cup your face. “What’s wrong? Is it the baby? Are you hurt? Are you—”

He shuts up when you grab his flesh hand and place it on top of your belly. His confusion deepens momentarily, until he feels a barely-there fluttering sensation against his palm. Understanding clicks into place.

“Are those—,”

“The baby!” you cry happily, your hand coming to rest on top of his. “You feel it?”

Bucky has to swallows around the lump in his throat before he speaks. “Yeah,” he says hoarsely, “I feel it, alright.”

He flattens out his hand, pressing as much of his palm onto your stomach as he possibly can to maximise the amount of movement he can feel. There’s no pattern to the motion. He’ll feel a quick burst of fluttering, before the baby quietens down again. Some movements are harder and sharper than the others, but all make him smile equally wide. There may or may not be tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. He makes no move to brush them away.

“I started feeling movement a few weeks ago, but you never when you were around, for some reason,” you say softly, the fingers of your other hand threading through his hair, nails scratching gently against his skull. He has a sudden urge to butt into the touch, nuzzle his head into your palm like a cat.

Bucky’s not embarrassed to admit that the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon watching a movie from your couch, your hands intertwined on top of your stomach. He can think of worse ways to spend his day.

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Bucky is lying on his bed, back propped up by a couple of pillows, feet crossed at the ankles and a parenting book held in his left hand. He looks up when you breeze in through his open door, a small white box in your hand.

He resolutely tries to not think about the last time you waltzed into his room holding a box. The past is the past, and your relationship has come far since that day.

“I bought my first something for the baby!” you announce, beaming happily at Bucky as you climb onto the bed.

“Oh really?” Bucky asks, putting his bookmark back into place, before setting the book on his bedside table and pushing himself upright. He crosses his legs Indian-style and rests his elbows on his knees, all whilst trying to tame the exhilarated thumping of his heart. “What is it? Lemme see.”

You twist around so that you’re sitting on the bed properly, mirroring Bucky’s pose. You set the box down between the two of you. It’s square-shaped and pristine white, probably a little larger than Bucky’s hand. The name of the company is embossed on the front in a neat gold font. You open the lid and set it aside, then reach into the box and pull out the — wait, is that a piece of fabric?

“It’s a blanket,” you explain, holding the item in question up and shaking it brusquely, so that it opens up completely. Bucky reaches out and touches it, rubbing the material between the thumb and forefinger of his flesh hand. He fights not to gasp aloud; the blanket is the softest thing to have ever touched his skin.

You pass it to him and Bucky drapes it over his lap, running his fingers over the material to marvel at its unbelievable softness — Jesus Christ, he can’t wrap his head around how silky this thing feels. It’s a pale brown colour, a cross between beige and warm chestnut. There’s a small teddy-bear embroidered on one corner. It’s square-shaped and pretty large too, probably about half a metre in length and width.

“I wanna go baby shopping with you,” Bucky says suddenly, the words coming out of his mouth before his brain can even parse them through.

“Okay,” you say, as if that settles everything. It’s probably not as big a deal as Bucky’s making it out to be in his head, but his excitement levels have definitely kicked up a notch at the prospect of being able to go baby shopping with you. With great reluctance, he hands the blanket back over to you, observing as you carefully fold it into a neat square and place it back into its box.

“I need to properly start buying clothes and things,” you sigh, “Ugh, I need a changing table, and a crib, and a stroller, and—,”

“Hey,” Bucky interrupts, laying a hand on your knee, “Don’t stress yourself out. I’m here to help, right?”

The corner of your lips quirk up into a half-smile, just as one of your hands come to rest on top of his, your thumb stroking over his knuckles. “Yeah. I’m glad,” you murmur. “What’re you reading?” you ask, jerking your chin over to the book he’d set down.

“Oh, uh…” Bucky flushes, running a hand through his hair in embarrassment. “Just a parenting book,” he replies. There’s a pause, then, “I don’t know if I’m cut out for this, Y/N,” he says quietly.

Your thumb pauses its back and forth motion. “You…want to stop? To back out?” you ask carefully.

“No!” Bucky cries hurriedly, quick to reassure you that that is not what he means at all. “No, no, I didn’t mean it like that, I just…I think I’m gonna do more harm than good, is all,” he sighs. “I’ve never fed a baby, or put one to bed, or given one a bath, or—,”

“Hey, neither have I,” you point out, “I’m gonna be just as clueless as you are.”

“But—,”

“We’ll just have to learn together, yeah?”

And there’s just something so earnest in your gaze that Bucky finds himself not caring about his inexperience anymore. Who cares if he fucks things up? It’s all a learning curve, right? Even so, he can’t quite shake off all his worries. “And—there’s something else,” Bucky says, “It’s not just that.”

“No?”

“No,” he admits, shaking his head slowly as he gathers up the courage to say what he’s been meaning to say for a while. “I—don’t know if this,” he says, waving his metal arm around, “Was made for handling babies.”

He forces his gaze to meet your eyes, even though all he wants to do is curl up into a ball in the corner and wallow in his self-pity. Bucky watches as your eyes soften, your mouth falling open into a soft ‘o’.

Moving carefully, as if you don’t want to spook him, you reach forward and take hold of the wrist of his metal hand, bringing it into your lap. You wrap both of your hands around it, enclosing it in your grasp. Your gaze flick towards Bucky to ensure that he has his eyes on you, before you bring that hand up to your lips and slowly, deliberately, brush the tenderest kiss over each knuckle. Then, you stretch each finger out and press your lips to each fingertip. There’s a sense of reverence to your actions, adoration and—and acceptance so clearly discernible in your gaze. The gears and plates in his arm whirr and click, responding to the nervous energy flickering through him. Bucky wants to snatch his hand away from you, but it is as if you have him frozen in place.

His breath hitches as you use one finger to trace the grooves on the back of his hand, your expression unreadable as you cock your head to the side. “I have faith in you,” you say quietly. “Once upon a time, you didn’t think that this hand could touch my lady bits, either, remember?”

“Y/N,” Bucky says exasperatedly, pushing aside the scandalous images that pop into his head.

“And lemme tell you,” you whisper breathily, leaning in closer so that your face is just inches away from his own. “I’ve had some of the best orgasms of my life, thanks to these fingers.”

Bucky feels as if you’ve stolen the breath from his lungs. He clears his throat and tries to remember how to get his mouth working again. “M-metal arm kink,” he jokes, but his voice is too husky for it to come off as playful as he wants it to.

You shake your head. “No! Well, actually—maybe, but that’s not the point,” you say, rolling your eyes at Bucky’s self-satisfied smirk. “My point is that you’ve got more control over this arm than you give yourself credit for,” you tell him, giving the hand an extra-tight squeeze, for emphasis. “I mean, I’m sure you can get Tony to amp up the sensors in it, if you really wanted to, but—whatever the case, I know that you won’t hurt the baby, and that’s good enough for me.”

If Bucky were to ask himself what possessed him to reach up and cup your jaw, at this point, he wouldn’t have been able to answer his own question. He feels as if his body is on autopilot, flesh hand holding the back of your neck as he leans forward. He’s thrilled to see that you’re closing your eyes, your own head tipping upwards and slightly to the left.

The first press of his lips against yours is perfect — everything he remembered it to be from that night in KL, yet so much better, untainted by bitter thoughts of self-hatred. You hum softly in the back of your throat as Bucky deepens the kiss, tongue licking lightly at the seam of your lips. God, but he’s wanted this for as long as he’s known you. All the parts of him are singing in ecstasy, overjoyed to finally be able to indulge in this experience with you.

The two of you pull away before anything can get too heated. Bucky does so remorsefully, but he knows it’s for the best, in the long run.

You sit back, a dazed look in your eyes. Bucky swallows, cards his hands through his hair. He doesn’t know how you’ll react to that. “Um…that was—,”

“Perfect,” you finish, smiling happily at him.

Bucky breathes an internal sigh of relief. “I—yeah. That’s…yeah. Wanna watch a movie or something?”

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The two of you are in your room, snuggled up under the covers as a random movie plays on the TV. You’ve got the volume turned down low, however, because neither of you are really watching it. You’re just using it as an excuse to have a lazy evening together.

You’re pressed up against Bucky’s side and his fingers are idly drawing loopy patterns on your tummy. With you at almost seven months pregnant, your belly has rounded out considerably. One of Bucky’s favourite past times is running his hands all over it.

“C’mon, I’m being serious here, any name suggestions?” you ask, prodding him on the shoulder. “This baby ain’t gonna name itself, y’know?”

“What boy names are you thinking of?” Bucky asks.

“I was thinking maybe Steve, or Steven as a middle name,” you admit.

Bucky snorts. “We should spell it S-T-E-P-H-E-N,” he jokes.

You scrunch up your noise in disgust. “Ew, no, that’s an atrocity. I—fuck no, that’s too weird.”

Bucky laughs, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. A hint of possessive pride flares in his chest at the way you burrow even closer to him. “Being serious though,” Bucky continues, “I like that idea. Using Steve’s name, I mean. Spelt the proper way.”

You hum, brows knitted together in thought. It’s apparent that you haven’t heard a word he’s just said. “Or…how about Roger? As a middle name, I mean?” you suggest.

“Oh, that’s nice too,” Bucky says. “But why’re you thinking of middle names first? Shouldn’t first names come first?”

“I know,” you sigh, scrubbing a hand over your eyes. “They’re just harder to think of.”

“What ideas d’you got?”

“I like Carter,” you tell him, “William. Nicholas. Theodore—,”

“Theodore’s good,” Bucky interjects.

“Yeah? Theodore Roger?”

“Yeah, and the baby’ll have your last name, right?” Bucky asks.

You turn your face to look at him properly, confusion evident in your expression. “Oh? Are you sure?”

“Well, we don’t exactly know whether this baby is mine or Steve’s, right?” Bucky points out, shrugging one shoulder indifferently. “I mean, well—it’s all up to you at the end of the day, I guess, I’m okay with anything.”

Bucky watches as you nibble on your bottom lip, mulling over what he’s just said. “Yeah, I—y’know, let’s just cross that bridge when we get there, ‘kay?”

“Sure thing, doll,” Bucky agrees, squeezing your hand reassuringly. He watches as you yawn widely, covering your mouth with your hand, a sheepish look in your eyes. Bucky then notes the time on the clock on your bedside table; it’s almost 11PM at night.

“I’ll just head into my—,”

“No!” you cry, hand darting out to catch his wrist as Bucky moves to roll away from you. Bucky stills, heart racing so fast he can feel it in his throat. “I—I mean,” you add hastily, “I would really like it if you could stay, but if you wanna go back, I understand.”

It takes Bucky two tries to get his answer out. “Okay, doll, I’ll stay,” he says softly, reaching out to stroke your hair out of your face. He asks FRIDAY to switch off the movie as he rearranges the pillows around you, propping one underneath your head, before pulling the covers up and over the both of you. He reaches over to switch off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. You pull him down by the sleeve of his shirt, rolling onto your left side so that Bucky can spoon you.

His mind is whirling. This is the first time he’s actually sleeping with you — that night in KL doesn’t count — and his heart doesn’t know what to do with itself. He hopes that you can’t feel or hear the mad thumping of his pulse. Bucky allows his body to do what feels natural, curling protectively around your back, his arm resting around your burgeoning waist, his nose tucking into the space behind your neck. Your hand rests on top of his, fingers intertwining with his flesh ones.

“I love you,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your skin.

“Love you too,” you whisper.

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“Oh my god, Y/N!” Bucky gasps.

“What?” you ask, turning around to look at him.

“Look at these!” Bucky cries excitedly, holding the tiny booties up for you to see. They’re a lovely blue colour, with white stripes on the soles. “They’re so tiny!”

“I know!”

“They’re so cute!”

You place your hands on your hips and narrow your eyes at Bucky in suspicion. “Barnes, do you need a moment? Need to step outside?” you tease, “I’m gonna need you to calm down.”

“But they’re so cute!” Bucky whines, as he brings them over to you for closer inspection. He drops them into your hands and watches the small smile that crosses your lips as you rub the material between your fingers.

“It’s times like these that I wish I knew what I was having,” you groan, looking miserably around the shop.

“You’re having a human child, I hope,” Bucky deadpans.

You snort, smacking him across the chest with the back of your hand. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”

Bucky grunts in agreement; for as progressive as this century may be, all the baby clothes in this shop seem to be in various shades of either pink or blue. “Everything’s either really girly, or really boyish,” you grumble, as you continue walking between the racks of clothes. “I mean, yeah, if I had a boy, I could put him in pink things, and vice versa, but…yeah.”

“Oh look!” Bucky cries, as the pair of you round the corner and enter a different part of the shop. Specifically, the part of the shop that houses distinctly less gendered clothing; the unisex section. Everything here is in calming shades of white, beige, yellow and green. Bucky wanders down the aisles, dropping the items of clothing that catch his fancy into his basket as he passes them by.

“Buck? Come take a look at these,” you call.

Bucky hurries over to you and barks out a sharp laugh at the display you’re looking at. “Avengers merch? For real?” he asks.

“Bucky, we need to get this stuff,” you say seriously, moving to put a set of Black Widow-themed bibs into your basket.

“Wait, no!” Bucky says, catching your wrist to stop you.

“What? Why not?”

“Because I’m pretty sure the rest of the team are going to get us this kinda stuff for our baby shower,” Bucky explains. You frown, but shrug a shoulder in agreement, dropping the subject in favour of exploring the rest of the shop.

Bucky’s noticed that he’s started referring to the two of you as ‘us’ more and more frequently, in recent days. It’s not something that he consciously chose to do — it’s more a habit that he picked up and found he couldn’t stop. If you notice, you don’t correct him and for that, he’s secretly pleased.

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“Never again!” you groan, throwing an arm over your eyes dramatically. Bucky chuckles as he continues digging his thumbs into the soles of your feet. Apparently, three hours of non-stop shopping takes a lot out of a heavily pregnant lady.

“Never again,” Bucky agrees.

“How ‘bout Samantha?” you suggest, continuing the discussion you’d been having in the car. You lift your arm away from your eyes at Bucky’s indignant scoff.

“Who’s nickname would be Sam? Do you want Wilson’s head to get any bigger?” Bucky asks, “If it gets any bigger, he won’t be able to fit it through the door.”

“Okay, okay, point taken,” you laugh. “What about…ooh! What about Stephanie? Or Steffi, as a play on Steve?”

“Oh, I like Steffi, actually,” Bucky agrees, using a thumb to dig into a particularly sore section of your foot, if your sharp intake of breath is anything to go by.

“Middle name?” you prompt. “Oh, what about after your ma? Or one of your sisters?”

Bucky’s fingers falter at your suggestion. It means a lot to him, honestly. “Um…Steffi Rebecca doesn’t sound that nice, and neither does Steffi Winifred,” he muses. “My second youngest sister was Elizabeth—,”

“Steffi Elizabeth?” you try, “Mmm…Steffi Beth? No, don’t think so.”

“And my youngest sister was Ann,” Bucky finishes.

“Steffi Ann,” you murmur, lips pulling into a small smile. “I like it. I really like it, actually.”

“Me too,” Bucky says quietly, “Almost as much as I like you.”

“Like?” you echo, waggling your eyebrows suggestively.

Bucky rolls his eyes but takes the bait. “Okay, more like love,” he admits, as he leans forward to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

“Love you too,” you breathe.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucyk barnes fluff #bucky fluff #bucky x reader fluff #bucky x reader angst #bucky angst #bucky x reader smut #bucky smut #avengers x reader #my writing #a messed up place

[keire-ke]

CACW: the letter

tl/dr: the apology letter Tony received was actually written by Ross, to check if Tony will try to contact Steve, so that he could nail him for contacting fugitives and possibly perjury, and confiscate the suits.

I finally put my finger on why I found the letter Steve allegedly wrote to Tony so disturbing: it is wildly out of character.

I don’t have the transcript at hand, but my main takeaway from it was:

“I’m sorry you were hurt by my actions” - which already should raise hackles as the non-apology it is,

“Avengers were more yours than they were mine” - WHUT? The only time Avengers were shown to function as any form of organisation (as opposed to ad hoc) is when they are wiping out Steve’s arch enemy. And I think there was something about family in there, which, what? Avengers were always more Steve’s friends than Tony’s!

The reconcillatory tone: we fought together before, we will again, when we need to.

Altogether it reads very much as something designed to mollify, to absolve the addressee of guilt real or imagined, reassurance that not all bridges are burnt down, that both parties erred, and so on.

Now, which part, exactly, sounds like it was conceived by Steve? Mr. Escalate Rudeness to Fistfighting, Mr. Bye Bucky, I Will Continue Trying to Risk My Life and Freedom, Mr. I Recognise Science And Evidence Suggests Bucky’s Too Brain Damaged To Come Back, Sam, Thank You, But I Will Do My Thing Anyway, Mr. Who Cares What The World Thinks, I’m Doing What’s Right(TM), Mr. I Know You Must Be Terrified Of Agencies Who Explicitly Would Rather Kill You But I’m Going To Need You To Submit Anyway, Best Friend Who Hasn’t Been Able To Trust Anyone In The Last Seven Decades.

And this is not a question of how much of the mess was objectively Tony’s or Steve’s fault (I actually tend towards blaming Steve for CACW) - but from Steve’s perspective, Tony was dead wrong throughout the movie, and then he tried to murder Bucky in the name of revenge for something Bucky had no control over. Which is understandable, but also morally and ethically wrong. For a superhero should be disqualifying. And yet Steve took the time to placate him. Even though he never placated anyone in his life.

Now granted: maybe it is the first reconcillatory letter Steve has written in his life, maybe that’s why it’s so terrible. Could be. The thing is, it still doesn’t work as a closer in a movie whose point was that Steve refuses to compromise in the face of what he feels is wrong.

But you know what does make sense? If Steve didn’t write this letter. If it was instead fabricated by Ross, to manipulate Tony into thinking the burner phone is real. That way if Tony felt he had a mission the official Avengers couldn’t take, he’d call, and Ross could take the transcript to the higher-ups as proof Stark is colluding with international fugitives, and therefore needs to be arrested and his WMD confiscated.

#civil war #curmudgeonly little KK #avengers gonna avenge #CACW how to eat cake and have it too #this post is so meta it's practically para #irony man in armour #captain america

[abandoned-as-mustard]

Daredevil!

yes, i started another show. it’s the holidays and i’m bored. 

-”How long have you been doing this?”

“what time is it?”

“12.22 am.”

“Then 7 hours.”

LMAO

- Oh dear, karen looks a mess. red eyes. is she an addict?

- shady guy in sharp business suit is never a good sign

- shady guy has a camera on the dude on the park bench’s daughter. Rude.

- so Matt works with his super hearing to hear heartbeats - what if someone has trained themselves to control their heartbeat? 

- “You don’t exactly show the best judgement when beautiful women are involved”

“how would i know if it’s a beautiful woman?”

oh, the shade 

- this dumb police officer can’t even strangle someone properly

- yas! go for the eyeballs!

- ooh. guy just whispered something to other guy. but since matt has super hearing he probably heard that. 

- One thing i never considered before - how do blind people know how much money to pay in cash

- also how do blind people dream, is it just memories from when they weren’t blind or is it just audio

- ok, i swear this is the exact same loft as Derek hale’s in teen wolf, they just added a kitchen

- matt has a nice voice. quite calming.

- oooooooh, he can tell she’s lying now. 

- where have i seen this - HOLD UP THAT’S DUCALEON

- SO WE HAVE DEREK HALE’S LOFT AND DUCALEON THIS IS AWESOME

- where have i seen this chinese lady before??? i swear i have wherreeeeeee

- she reminds me of the mexican hunter lady from teen wolf season 4 who’s also in jane the virgin

- she’s literally the asian version

- a guy with a thick russian accent that reminds me of Anatoly from arrow (just the voice though), awesome

- ooooh it’s raining. can see when it’s raining? or is that just movie stuff

- I LOVE THIS HE LOOKS LIKE A NINJA WITH HIS BLINDFOLD

- ooohhh, that blood dripping out of his mouth into the rain was a good shot

- ok so it’s pouring rain, and when he gets backk to his apartment he’s gonna be soaking wet. how on earth is he gonna explain that to karen?

- *literally chucks Rance in front of news place with evidence taped to him in a bag* lol. 

- “Job’s easy when your client’s innocent. all you did was tell the truth.”

Lol the shade at her for lying before

-  aw they have a paper sign taped to their door declaring they’re attorneys lmao, such fetuses

- oh no, that guy threatened with his daughter before, has been made to look like suicide. and who’s that guy who “hung” himself in a cell?

- there’s lots of shade going around here and i like it

- LOL WHUT THE ASIAN LADY WALKING AROUND A WHOLE ROOM FULL OF BLIND PEOPLE WITH BURNS ON THEIR FACES???

- ominous asian guy staring at a map with a chinese character on it that’d be so much cooler if i actually understood

- WHAT ARE THESE GUYS KIDNAPPING LITTLE KIDS FOR??? 

wait

are they all kidnapping blind people trying to find matt?

- why does matt’s face remind me a little bit of bucky barnes

episode ended, and i already more. Dang, this is good storytelling!

#brc watches daredevil #some good shit

[fezrus]

Questions Tag

Rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

I got tagged by @marauder--harder ♥

1. coke or pepsi: nope and nope 2. disney or dreamworks: disney 3. coffee or tea: coffee 4. books or movies: books 5. windows or mac: windows

6. dc or marvel: marvel

7. x-box or playstation: playstation 8. dragon age or mass effect: I don’t even know what it is ?? 9. night owl or early riser: night owl 10. cards or chess: cards

11. chocolate or vanilla: chocolate 

12. vans or converse: converse 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: whut 14. fluff or angst: angsty fluff ?? 15. beach or forest: both 16. dogs or cats: cats 17. clear skies or rain: clear skies 18. cooking or eating out:  cooking 19. spicy food or mild food: spicy food 20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: christmas 21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold 22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be: superspeed 23. animation or live action: live action 24. paragon or renegade: whutwhut 25. baths or showers: showers 26. team cap or team ironman: team BUCKY 27. fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy I guess 28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they:

“ It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing… this shadow. Even darkness must pass.” JRR Tolkien

this one is long enough XD

29. youtube or netflix: youtube 30. harry potter or percy jackson: Harry Potter 31. when you feel accomplished: idk

32. star wars or star trek: star wars 33. paperback books or hardback books: paperback 34. horror or rom-com: rom-com 35. tv shows or movies: both  36. favorite animal: sphynx cats are just yjhtbtbvrgrvec 37. favorite genre of music: rocknroll or blues music 38. least favorite book: Persian Letters omg 39. favourite season: spring 40. song that’s currently stuck in your head: Happier by Ed Sheeran 41. what kind of pyjama’s do you wear: joggers + T shirt, nothing special 42. if you could be any fictional character’s best friend, who’d you be?: Sam Gamgee all.the.way.  43. if you can only choose one song to be played at your funeral, what would it be: The sound of silence probably 44. smiling or smirking?: smirking is funnier 45. harry potter movies or books: books #ginny 46. something you’re proud of: my indifference when it comes to love aha 47. favorite Indian dish: samosas (is it the right spelling ??)

48. your weirdest ship/otp/pairing: bagginshield I guess

49. weirdest dream???: I dreamed that my house was catapulted by Scottish people wearing kilts once

50. If you could marry any book/movie/comic/show character who would it be?: Sirius Black is my ultimate boo but I wouldn’t say no to Bucky Barnes

51. what is your happiest memory?: last summer I went to a french place called Morbihan and I wasn’t very enthusiastic at first but it was just awesome. I was with my parents + my aunt and it was a wonderful place, we spent a day on a little island and I felt like I was he only person on Earth like it was so beautiful and quiet and there wasn’t anybody, just the sea and fnejzddz I loved that feeling

52. the character you dislike the most (from any book/movie/show):

I’m not tagging anybody, if any of my followers (or anyone else) wants to do it then go and let me know so I can read it ;)

#asks #ask me anything #tag #get to know me #here ya go

[boyshoujo]

julian gets friendzoned in asra's route

does this mean they never dated or did asra dump him……………………..i’m tired n honestly ready 2 knock out so i’ll play it tomorrow lol

i just found out that michael jackson is a virgo and i kinda feel better about my sign?? 

and beyonce !!!!!! 💃💃💃 wait why did u ever feel bad about being a virgo??? 👀 virgo is the BEST SIGN ????? TBH ???? virgos r fun and hip ?????? 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏  

WHUT THE FUCK I TAKE THAT BACK I DONT WANT THIS SIGN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BASHAR AL ASSAD IS A VIRGO TOO AND IM DISGUSTED WITH MYSELF AND THIS SHITTY SIGN!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY DO I HAVE THE SAME SIGN AS SATAN YIKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

he’s unevolved????? and canceled???? like raphael?????? he’s a disgrace to the virgo brand???????? there’s bad people in every sign but they’re just Bad and unrelated?????? christopher columbus (first european guy to ‘’’’discover’’’’ the americas) was a scorpio but also a mass murderer, r*pist, slave trader and UGLY ASS HOE but imma glo up??? and be better than him????? and piss on his grave????????? he’s off brand and #Ugly and canceled????? aT LEASRT YOU’RE NOT A CANCER????? lol

k but i think its weird that i have the same birthday as muriel(the bucky guy with tiddies)?????? 

wow…… hes ripped, got a choker/chains n his nips r out ? virgo icon :/ apparently he’s 6′10??? what the HECK LMAOwait i just checked his tag in the official blog….. is ur birthday on september 10th??????……….. 👀  wow happy belated birthday ??????? 🎉🎉🎉

i don’t even know u but here i am telling you my “suffering stories” and the drama in my life and honestly, i talk about the drama in my life whenever i meet someone new and i don’t even start with “normal talk” like hobbies and boring shit like that, i straight up tell them about that time my aunt “accidentally” got lost and how she blamed me and my brother??? saying that we were “mean” to her even tho we were just 8!!! and we didn’t even talk to her!! so anyway why don’t u tell me abt urself?? 

FLKKJFLKJSF ur asking about me but ? i dojn’t even know her??? i’m a boring ass b*tch who likes talking about the weather and hobbies????? (i’m so boring that i don’t even have hobbies lmao??????) i don’t know??? i’m a 20yo art student from ca, usa ??? i can’t read?? i like the smell of newborn babies and dog feet and hospitals???? when i was in kindergarten or something i saw a news report of some grown ass children who had to go the ER bc they got beads stuck in their noses, and i was like WOW WHAT A BUNCH OF DUMBASSES LOL I WOULD NEVER and then 3 days later i had to go to the er to get a bead removed from my nose last year i went to the ER because i had eye issues and this HOT 🔥🔥🔥 doctor had to give me numbing eye drops and was touching my eyes and stuff which is HOT in concept but horrible irl lmaoi somehow convinced myself that i was gonna die or somethin and was crying but then he comes back in and sighs and tells me i have a stye lmaoit was embarrassing but it’s ok bc i caught a bunch of pokemon in there 

tbh i only like dc and its bc of batman, like when i was a kid he was literally my hero and whenever i was about to do something wrong i always asked myself: “would batman ever do this?” and the answer was no, and i hated the joker?? cuz i had a lego batman game and the joker was one of the antagonists in the game and whenever i reach the last level (it wasn’t the last but yknow what i mean) this fucker would throw bombs and shit and i couldn’t beat that m8……….. but i managed to in the end 

“would batman ever do this?” FKLJFLKDJDF now whenevr u send werid spaghetti fucker asks i can say “would batman send this to me? would batman be proud of you rn? :/ (no)”

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