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scalygems · 2 years
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Freshly-shed sleepy man.
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thesuitkovian · 3 years
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What Animals the Avengers (and Co) Are
Bruce Banner
Bunny
Bucky Barnes
White Wolf
Carol Danvers
Lioness
Clint Barton
Hawk
Gamora
Pitbull
Helmut Zemo
House cat
John Walker
Bull
Lemar Hoskins
Goat
Loki
Snake
Natasha Romanoff
Black Widow Spider
Nebula
Piranha
Nick Fury
Shark
Peggy Carter
Swan
Peter Parker
Jumping Spider
Peter Quill
Porcupine
Pietro Maximoff
Llama
Sam Wilson
Falcon
Scott Lang
Ant
Sharon Carter
Horse
Shuri
Cheetah
Stephen Strange
Owl
Steve Rogers
Bald Eagle
T'Challa
Panther
Thor
Golden Retriever
Tony Stark
Lion
Valkyrie
Bear
Vision
Octopus
Wade Wilson
Jack Rabbit
Wanda Maximoff
Tiger
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cherrypickertheory · 4 years
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The Assassins: Chapter Eight
Series Masterlist here
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Chapter Summary: Y/N gets used to life at the compound without Bucky. That is, until they’re paired up for sparring sessions.
Words: 2.2k
Warnings: angst, violence, Bucky being an ASSHOLE
A/N: Again, nothing. Enjoy. I’ve been looking forward to writing this chapter. 
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Bucky didn’t bring up how he held her that night, so neither did she. 
The next morning, he just acted like it had never even happened. Y/N was in the gym, training with Wanda, when he had walked in, his metal arm now fixed. 
He didn’t acknowledge her the entire time they were in there together. At one point, she walked over to a machine and the same time he did, and he just rolled his eyes and turned around. 
Only a day prior, he told her his entire life story and then comforted her twice after she had a breakdown. She was embarrassed, but she knew she couldn’t help it. She was just rescued from HYDRA, after all. Her mind was reeling; she didn’t understand how Bucky went from that to ignoring her and snapping at her in less than a day. Wanda told her that he was a dick to everyone, but not like that.
Steve remained cold to her. When she saw the super soldier duo in the kitchen, they didn’t even glance over at her and just continued their conversation. 
They just don’t trust you yet, she tried to comfort herself.
Her heart didn’t buy it, though.
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The pattern continued for nearly a week: every day, Bucky would ignore her almost completely, but made sure that he would say something extremely rude (on Tuesday it was “I’m surprised HYDRA kept around an assassin as weak as you are for so long”; on Wednesday he told her to get out of the living area because “the adults are talking”, meaning him and Steve; on Thursday he snapped “Sometimes I wish HYDRA would wipe my memory so I could forget that you and I ever met”; on Friday, he left the gym when she entered, but not before throwing “no wonder Wolverine left you behind” in her face), and then every night when the nightmares came, he would come hold her.
Every night, she would wake up from her own personal hell sobbing, and he would leave the second she opened her eyes, throwing her back on her bed.
She especially didn’t know how to feel because throughout the day at the compound, she would feel his gaze on her. And every time she looked up at him to make eye contact, he would lock his jaw and look the other way. 
While Bucky and Steve were being complete assholes to Y/N, everyone else was being really nice. Stark started teaching her how to drive (she only knew how to ride a motorcycle and fly a plane, go figure), Thor helped her with strategic mission planning, Wanda and Vision helped her better walk through her memories and overcome her trauma, Natasha and her would spar against each other, Clint taught her how to shoot an arrow, and Banner tried to teach her bio-organic chemistry (which was definitely not her strong suit). She was finally feeling at home.
Y/N decided that Bucky’s kindness toward her in the beginning of her time at the compound was some sort of weird occurrence and got used to his coldness. 
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Over time, the nightmares went mostly away with Wanda and Vision’s help. Bucky didn’t even have to come into her room at the beginning of her third week, the first night since she arrived that Bucky and her didn’t interact at all at night. It was the first night she slept through the entire night. She felt good. She felt new. Fuck Bucky, fuck Steve, fuck HYDRA, and fuck the Facility, she thought to herself. World, meet the new me.
She stopped looking Bucky’s direction after a while, and he mostly stopped looking at her. Every once and awhile, she would catch him staring at her, but as usual, he looked away when she looked up. 
On the Monday of her third week at the Avengers compound, Rogers called a team meeting in the sparring room. Four boxing rings were in the room that was completely surrounded by mirrors. 
“Okay, everyone. I know these past few weeks have been on the more relaxed side in regard to missions. It’s time to get our minds and bodies back in gear. Everyday for the next few weeks, we are going to have sparring sessions. You’ve all been assigned a partner,” Captain America instructed them. “Wanda, Stark. X-23, Thor. Bucky, Clint. Natasha, Me.”
Y/N ignored how much him calling her X-23 instead of her name hurt.
“What about me?” Vision asked.
“And me?” Banner questioned.
“I don’t really know how you two would train without killing everyone here,” Steve explained. “Go read a book or something.” He laughed. 
“Fine with me,” Bruce smiled, leaving the sparring room.
“I’m better at hand-to-hand combat than people shooting at me,” Thor protested. “Can I be partnered with Clint? That’s something I need to work on.”
Steve thought about this, glancing at Bucky. 
Y/N caught Bucky nodding out of the corner of her eye.
“Fine,” Steve smirked. “Bucky and X-23 then.”
Y/N made sure her face didn’t move a muscle as her stomach dropped. She really did not want to be partnered with Bucky.
Steve clapped. “Let’s get into it!”
Everyone dispersed, going to their separate rings. Her and Bucky walked to the furthest one from the door. Y/N walked ahead of him, not wanting to make eye contact with him until she had to. 
She was wearing a sweatshirt and leggings, which she realized was a stupid clothing choice. She already started sweating, and they hadn’t even started yet. When she ducked into the ring, she peeled off her sweatshirt and rested it on top of the ropes in one corner. 
She turned around and caught Bucky running his eyes over her body. Y/N suddenly felt insecure about her choice of only wearing a sports bra and leggings; now he could see all of her scars, whip marks, burns, everything.
Y/N swallowed her insecurity down and forced herself to speak, as Bucky was clearly not going to.
“Um…” She started, taking a good look at his face. He looked... sick. He had dark circles around his eyes, which were tinted red, like he hadn’t slept in weeks. “Shall we?”
He rolled his eyes and went to punch her. She ducked it, easily. 
The truth of the matter was that she was a better fighter than he was. She was genetically modified to be the perfect fighter. She was graceful, agile, had unlimited stamina, and healed immediately. Bucky had the super serum, but he didn’t have all of that. She didn’t want to hurt him, especially during some dumb training exercise. 
He jabbed at her with his metal arm, she deflected. He tried to kick her legs out from underneath her, she jumped over them. 
At one point, he finally got a hit on her, kicking her in the chest. She flew backwards and slammed into the ropes behind her. She got up slowly and realized that she might be taking it easy on Bucky, but he was not going to take it easy on her.
I can hit a little harder, Y/N decided. I can’t make him hate me more than he already does.
As she walked back to the center of the ring, he came barreling, trying to tackle her. She didn’t quite realize just how big Bucky was until she saw him come at her like a raging bull. 
Unfortunately for him, she saw the move coming. She jumped up, practically over him, and wrapped her thigh around his neck, pulling them both down to the ground. He hit the ground with a loud THUMP. Bucky was pinned down to the ground while she sat on top of his neck, thigh still wrapped around it. He reached up, grabbing her neck, flipping them over so now she was pinned under him. He held her there for a few seconds, before her fist connected with his face. 
She didn’t punch him as hard as she could’ve, still taking it easier on him. Regardless, Bucky flew into the ropes behind him. 
Bucky was pissed. 
She stood up, bracing herself for another tackle. He was beyond that, and came at her hard. He punched and jabbed and kicked, and she gave in easily. Whatever bruises he was bound to give her were going to fade away quickly, and he couldn’t break any of her bones. No matter what he did, he couldn’t hurt her. 
Not physically, anyway, she thought to herself. 
She barely defended herself, making somewhat of an effort so he thought that she was giving it her all, knowing that Bucky was tough, but he couldn’t heal like she could. He was a dick to her, but she didn’t want to put him in the hospital. Not like she did to Sam.
Y/N was distracted in thought as she kicked at Bucky’s chest. He saw the move coming and grabbed her foot, flipping her so she crashed into the mat below them. 
She gasped, trying to get air back in her lungs. 
Bucky walked past her to get some water in his corner. He smiled smugly at her. “Don’t take it easy on my behalf, sweetheart. I know you can hit harder than that.” His tone was condescending.
Fuck it, she decided.
Bucky went to put his water down, his back to her. She let her burst of anger guide her as she ran toward him, doing a flip for good measure, and kicked him with both legs as hard as she could in his back. 
She heard him groan as his body slammed into the corner pillar harshly. He crumpled to the ground, the air knocked out of him. He turned around and glared at her.
“Let’s play, then,” she smiled at him smugly.
He ran at her, throwing a punch. She grabbed it and twisted his arm around, locking it behind his back. His metal arm snaked around her waist, and he flopped to the floor. Y/N landed on the mat under his entire body weight. 
She didn’t take time to catch her breath. She rolled out from underneath him and jumped up quickly. One advantage of her being so much smaller than him was that it was easier to escape his grasp.
He was still on the floor when she kicked him in the stomach, hard. Before she could do it again, he grabbed her foot and pulled it out from underneath her. 
“When are you not going to fall for that move?” He questioned mockingly, getting up to his feet. He turned his back to her, again. 
Idiot.
“As soon as you don’t fall for this one,” she got up and jumped, kicking into his back again. He fell to the ground, on his hands and knees.
Y/N grabbed his shoulder and flipped him so he was on his back. She punched him in the face, still not as hard as she could, and his face flinched in pain. She got onto his stomach and began punching him again, over and over again in the face.
“Finally,” he sputtered in between punches. “It looks like Wolverine actually taught you something.” 
PUNCH.
“You still haven’t proven to me that you’re not useless,” He snapped.
PUNCH.
He kept antagonizing her as she beat the shit out of him. His nose, mouth, and forehead were cut open and he was drenched in blood. In the back of her mind she knew that the injuries were minor; even in her rage, she made sure she wasn’t hitting him as hard as she could’ve.
She paused for a moment, giving him a moment to catch his breath, and Bucky kicked her off of him. She flew across the ring and into the ropes.
“I’m surprised you haven’t extended your claws,” he smirked. “Remember those? The reason they created you in a lab.” 
She was seething. 
Bucky threw a punch at her, and she simply caught it in her hand. Do not hurt him, she reminded herself. Not permanently, anyway.
He tried to pull his hand back, but she held it there. It finally dawned on him that she wasn’t an even match for him. She was stronger.
“What did I do?” She asked, taking a step forward and forcing himself to take a step backwards. “What did I do to you, Bucky? Why do you hate me so much?”
He blinked and threw another punch at her with his metal arm. She caught it in her right hand, both of his hands locked in place.
“Answer me.” She pleaded. 
Bucky was breathing heavily as he looked into Y/N’s eyes. Even though he was much bigger than she was, towering over her, she had him stuck. “Let go of me,” he demanded.
“Answer my question,” she practically begged.  “James, please. I can’t—” her voice broke, and Bucky could feel his composure slipping. “I can’t keep living like this. Please, just give me something. What did I do?”
Bucky gritted his teeth and ignored the butterflies in his stomach as he looked into her eyes. “I don’t like spies,” he spit.
“What?!” Her grip loosened on his fists. “What do you mean?”
Tears were forming in her eyes and Bucky thought about what Steve told him. 
She’s not real like you and I.
Bucky freed his right fist and used the distraction to throw a punch at her, hitting her in the head. She crumpled to the floor. 
Chapter Nine
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Painted Windows 10
Warnings: violence, trauma, allusions to abuse and noncon, isolation, torture, further tags to be added.
This is dark!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Everything’s perfect until it’s not.
Note: Heads up that I don’t know how updates will continue on. I’ll be working on other non fanfic work as well as a medieval!Steve fic at the same time as this. Also the world is wild right now and I don’t know exactly what’s gonna happen in the next week or so. Thank you. Love you guys!
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Bucky spent six days with you. You tracked them as diligently as those alone. You woke together and fell asleep together. It was a stark contrast against the near two weeks in your solitary gloom. You basked in it. You welcomed his attention, his stolen kisses, for dread of what would happen otherwise.
On the seventh day; whole week, you woke up alone. You sat up in a panic but his voice soothed you. He stood at the window, his broad back lined with muscles and tense as he dragged a finger down the glass. You let out a quiet sigh and laid back as you drew the covers over your shoulders.
“Tomorrow…” He said glumly. “No, I know… but you can’t-- No, no. Fine. Yeah.” He bent his fingers and pressed his knuckles to the window. “Alright. Bye.”
He hung up. He was angry; you could tell by his tone, by his stance. You didn’t move as you hoped he wouldn’t notice you, but his eyes were on you in a moment. He placed his phone on the window ledge and forced a smile. He crossed to the bed.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, I just had to deal with some business.” He lifted the edge of the blankets and crawled in next to you. He hugged you to him as he nestled against the pillows. “Morning, sugar.” He kissed you and nuzzled your cheek.
“Morning,” You croaked as you succumbed to him. 
He clung to you for a while. Silent. He was content to embrace you as his chest moved against you. You closed your eyes, tempted to fall back asleep. You thought he had until his voice broke the lull.
“Sorry, sugar,” He withdrew his metal arm and rolled flat on his back. His other arm remained beneath you. “I got bad news.”
“Bad news?” You propped yourself up on an elbow. 
“I have to go for a while,” He said. An icy dagger sank into your chest. “Just a few days.”
“Go?” You gasped. “Bucky, please…”
“You know I have to,” He reached over and stroked your cheek. “You rid this world of one evil and another rises.”
“But- but--”
“You have the phone,” He said. “You have all you need to keep you well. You’re safe.”
“No, no,” You sat up. “No, I can’t be alone… you don’t understand. If I’m alone, I’ll…” 
You clamped your lips together and spun away from him. You scurried across the bed before he could catch you. You heard him though, behind you. You raced into the bathroom. You slammed the door and pressed your body to the other side. He thumped into it but made no effort to open it, though he could have easily.
“Sugar,” He pleaded. “You know I can’t stay here all the time. I can’t keep you here if I have no money.”
You frowned. He was right but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to be alone again. The thought already had the darkness creeping over you. You turned and leaned on the door. You stared at the tub. You thought of how you had kept yourself beneath the water. What would he do if he came back and you were blue and bloated?
“Can’t they send someone else?” You asked.
“It’s my job, sugar,” He said gently. “I don’t want to go any more than you want me to but don’t you know why I have to?”
“No,” You grumbled.
“Because of you,” He answered. “Because I know it will keep you safe and happy here. With me.”
“Can’t I…” You paused and knew it was a hopeless question. You asked it anyway. “Go with you?”
Another silence. You heard him sigh and his fingers tapped on the door. “You know you can’t.” He uttered.
“I know,” You accepted, “I know but… I don’t know if I can be alone again.”
“You call me when you wake up and I’ll call you before you sleep,” He coaxed. “I’ll make sure you’re okay, sugar. You won’t be alone, I promise, not really.”
“I will,” You insisted. 
“Sugar…” His voice deepened and the door jolted. 
You stumbled as he pushed through. You turned to face him as you caught yourself on the sink. His metal hand was in a fist and his jaw ticked as he blocked the doorway with his body.
“You’re being a child,” He snarled.
The change was so sudden it was like a slap across the face. This man who held you not moments before had become a snorting bull. His eyes were almost black as they bore into you and his features were tinged with irritation.
“Bucky,” You stepped away from the sink, “Bucky, I’m just scared.”
“You’re stubborn.” He crossed his arms. “And ungrateful.”
“No, no, never,” You clasped your hands together and neared him cautiously. “I could never--”
“You think I want to leave you?” He challenged. “You think I want to go out and kill just to put food on the table?”
“Bucky,” You fought to keep your voice from quavering. “I… I’m sorry, I’ll be good.”
“All I do, I do for you,” He snapped. “And you still treat me like a villain.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” You reached out and touched his arm. “I really didn’t. I… I overreacted. I--”
He moved so quickly you yelped. He grabbed you and pushed you back until you were against the sink. His hands squeezed your arms painfully as if he wanted to shake you. You gripped the porcelain and quivered as you looked up at him. You felt as if you couldn’t breathe.
“You don’t know how good I’ve been to you,” He snarled. “I could be bad.” His metal hand slipped from your arm and stretched over your throat. “You don’t know…”
“No, you’re not bad,” You pleaded as you touched his metal arm. “You aren’t. I know that. Please… I’m sorry. I didn’t--”
His lips crashed into yours as his fingers tightened on your throat. His tongue invaded your mouth and his other hand fell from your arm. He snaked his other hand around you and kneaded your ass roughly. You pushed against his chest as he devoured you and crushed you painfully against the sink.
He hoisted you up onto the edge of the sink. His hand slid around to your thigh and he forced your legs apart as he stepped between them. He pinched you sharply and pressed his fingers to the crotch of your panties. You whimpered and tried to rip his hand away.
You could hear the chaotic beating of your heart. You could hardly gulp enough air past his grasp and his lips. Your eyes burned with tears and you bit down on his tongue. He tore away from you and you kicked out at him as he touched his lips.
You hopped down from the sink and nearly fell to your knees. He spat blood onto the tile as you hurried for the door. He caught the back of your nightgown and you grabbed the doorknob desperately. 
He grunted and shoved you against the door instead and quickly pinned you there with his body. You sobbed and he gripped the edge of the door as he trapped you there. He took slow, measured breaths and shuddered. You felt him nuzzle your head as he leaned into you.
“I’m sorry,” He whispered. His anger swept away as quickly as it came. “I’m sorry, sugar.” His hand brushed along your hip and his erection poked you through his briefs. “I’m just… scared too.” He kissed the top of your head. “Very scared.”
“It’s…” You trembled between him and the door. You braced yourself for more but he remained as he was. “It’s okay. I know… I know you didn’t mean it.”
“I didn’t,” He uttered into your hair as he slowly pushed himself away from you. “I didn’t. Sugar, I’d never hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” You stuttered; lying to yourself as much as him. “Yes, I know you wouldn’t. I know, Bucky.”
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Even after your argument, you were sad to see Bucky go. He left early and you watched through the window. He glanced up as he closed the trunk and waved though he could not see you. He knew you were there. Where else would you be? What else did you have?
He drove away and you went back to bed. You didn’t sleep, just laid there. You thought about him lying there beside you. You ignored the tug at the corner of your mind; the way his eyes would change, his voice too, the feel of his hand on your throat. You lingered there until just before noon. The sun was brighter than usual, or perhaps your world was darker.
You were roused by a peculiar noise. You sat up as the door handle clicked and you clutched the blanket as the door slowly opened just an inch. A knock came and a familiar but unexpected voice came from the other side.
“Dora?” Steve kept himself hidden behind the door. “Is it okay if I come in?”
You gaped at the door. You hoped Bucky had found some excuse to get away and returned to you. You never expected to see Steve again, let alone that day. Yet, you were happy to hear his voice. You glanced down at your pajamas and threw away the blankets.
“Just a minute,” You called back as you got up and rushed to grab your robe and pull it on. “Okay.”
You stood with your hands clasped together as Steve inched the door further inward. He entered cautiously and closed the door softly behind him. He had a box under his arm as he smiled over at you.
“I didn’t disturb you, did I?” He asked.
“What are you doing here?” You didn’t answer him.
“Well, I promised Bucky I’d check in on you.” He said as if it should have been obvious. “And I… well, I got you something and I just couldn’t wait.”
“What?” You tilted your head. “You got me something?”
“Nothing special,” He shifted the box from under his arm and held it out to you. 
You blinked and took it from him. It was an origami kit, complete with patterned paper and an instruction book. You gazed down at it and smiled. Your cheeks hurt from the unusual gesture. You peered up at him and hugged the box.
“You really got this for me?” You asked.
“Yeah, I saw it and thought of you so I… grabbed it,” He chuckled nervously. “Anyway, Bucky just asked me to dip my head in and make sure you weren’t too lonely.”
“Oh, you’re not staying?” You wondered.
“I can, for a bit,” He offered. “But I don’t wanna intrude or anything.”
“No, not at all,” You could barely withhold your joy, or explain it. “Do you want a tea or coffee?”
He seemed surprised by the question. He gave a small chuckle and tucked his hands in his pocket. “Not much for coffee. I’ll just have some water.”
“Okay,” You placed the box in the middle of the table. 
You filled a glass as he unzipped his jacket and hung it over a chair. He sat and you set the water before him. He smiled and thanked you. Suddenly restless, you made yourself sit.
“Do you… I dunno,” You ran your fingers along the edge of the box. “Do you wanna make some?”
“Sure,” He said. “I forgot my frog last time.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry, I…”
“I can make another one,” He assured you. “A better one… I’ve been practising.”
You laughed under your breath, afraid he might hear you. The idea of him folding little frogs on his own was almost comical to you. You wiggled the lid off and started to unpack the contents of the box.
“Dora,” He ventured, as if afraid to spook you. “How have you been?”
“Good,” Your voice squeaked and you scrunched your lips in embarrassment. “Good. I’ve been… here.”
“Oh… and do you like it here?”
“Like it here?” You wondered. “Of course, why wouldn’t I? I have everything I need here and…” You frowned and looked through the booklet. You peeked up at him again. “Why are you asking?”
“Just wondering how you are, Dor,” He said smoothly. “That’s what friends do.”
“Friends?” You repeated.
“Well…” He shrugged. “Hoped we could be.”
You nodded and looked through the rainbow of paper. You took a sheet and handed the stack to him. 
“I don’t have any friends,” You said quietly.
“Well, what about Bucky?” He asked.
“Yeah, uh, Bucky, of course but…” You were shaking. The paper was too. You slapped it down and spread your hands over it. “We can be friends, too.”
“Good.” He smiled again. “You know, I don’t have too many myself.”
You looked down and folded the paper down the middle. You distracted yourself with the straight lines; corner to corner and back to back. Bucky could be nice but Steve was nice. You glanced up at him as he took the booklet and flipped through to the frog pattern. You mulled over the word ‘friend’. You supposed it had many different meanings.
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His Girl
Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: They were just casually hanging out together but maybe that's not what their hearts wanted.
Warning: fluff. Maybe a bit sensual.
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You were panting and moaning as your world was rocked by a very, very handsome soldier. You claw his back as you both reach the climax together. He falls next to you as you both catch your breaths.
"Feeling good now?" You ask trying not to fall asleep on his bed.
"Much better. I'm pretty sure I can sleep well tonight." He chuckled and sighed deeply, closing his eyes.
You and Bucky had been going on for about a year and a half now. It all started when his nightmares returned and your habit of midnight snaking. You suggested how sex can help you sleep better and he thought to take up the chance. He offered it was okay and you were fine. You were taught to never get involved with an Avenger since the day you were recruited but not obeying was one of the reasons why you were chosen. Bucky and you agreed never to let your heart cloud with affection and it was going fine. Till now.
You slipped out of his room. Just as you were about to open the door to you room, Natasha walked up to you.
"Your strolls are getting longer." She said with smirk on her face.
"Yeah. Helps me sleep later." You answered while getting in your room.
"Sure. After all, they do make you tired. But tell me something. Do the gardens moan loudly?"
You halted and turned to her. She was smirking. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't try to hide it. I know what's going on between you and Bucky."
"Nothing is going on!"
"Fine. Don't tell me. But know this. The entire compound knows about your little arrangement. And these arrangements don't last long without getting your heart in between."
She walked away shutting the door behind her while you sat down on the bed. She knew that before Nat said it. She knew what was she getting into and yet, somehow, it happened.
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You have been avoiding Bucky for a week now. You knew his timing by heart so it was easy for you. You avoided late nights now. Many times, while you were in your room, you saw his shadow lurking outside your door but he never knocked.
Bucky thought he did something wrong. He wasn't craving something physical but he craved the chats you both had through out the day. He liked you, a lot. But never said anything. Now he regretted not telling you. He would walk to your door and not knock. He knew you were avoiding him and it was liking him. He spent his day in the gym trying to get all the frustration out.
The rest of the team saw this and were feeling sorry for them. Steve tried talking to Bucky and got nothing but angry grunts. Nat and Wanda would try to take you out for the night but you never got out of the room. Finally, Steve decided to talk things out with you.
He knocked at your door. You opened the door and let Steve in.
"What is it Captain? A new assignment?"
"No new assignments for you till you get your head right." He said irritatingly.
"I'm fine." You said as you offered your seat to Steve.
"And I am Falcon."
"What?"
"I thought we were saying things that aren't true." Steve said cocking his eyebrows.
"I am fine Captain."
"No you're not. And so is Bucky. What is wrong with both of you. You both can work this out."
"Talk to Bucky about this and not me." You said rearranging the stuff that was already arranged.
"He would only talk to you. He's holed up in the gym all day, doesn't really eat and whenever I go to talk to him, he punches the bag so hard I think he's imagining me. He's my best friend and I can't see him like this."
"Neither can I. I can't face him and not think about our time together. He was the one thing that helped me stay sane and now I can't go to him without feeling things we agreed not to feel."
"Y/N, listen. I'll be completely honest here, he feels the same way as you do and it is extremely new for him. Atleast you know what you feel, he's confused and it's getting in his head. I'm afraid he might do some harm to himself. Please talk to him."
Steve patted on your hand as you cried. He consoled you and then left you to think about things. You had to talk to Bucky. You cared for him more than your feelings.
By the time you got out, it was already 12 am. You went to the kitchen and made cup noodles both of you. The closer you walked to the gym, the louder his grunts got and so did the noise of punches on the bag. You took a deep breath and walked in.
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Bucky was busy punching the bag. He pictured the unknown territory of his feelings as the bags and punched the hell out of it. That's how he was taught to deal with them. Amongst all the noises, he missed your footsteps approaching him.
You put down the noodles away enough to not spill them. You knew you will end up in a combat because you walked in suddenly.
As soon as you touched his shoulder, he whipped around and tossed you on the ground. With a swift move, you get up and groan. It was like fighting with a bull. He ran towards you and threw yourself to the side. He turned to you with red in his eyes. He looked scared, hungry and maybe a little angry.
He ran to you again and this time, you jumped and hopped on his back. Your arms around his neck and your feet dangling above the ground.
You did what you knew would calm him. You placed your lips on his neck. You kept on kissing and sucking it till that throbbing vein calmed down. You slowly got down, your lips not leaving his neck. You might be giving him a hickey at this rate. He grabbed your face and your lips met. Passion, anger, fear, every emotion that was kept under the blanket, jumped right out in that kiss. You did not know when you both were lying on the ground. Soon the kiss slowed down and you both took a breath.
He rested his head on yours, closing his eyes and taking in the moment. You loosened your grip on him and sat down a little away from him. He felt empty without you in his arms.
"Bucky, we need to talk about this."
"No."
"Bucky, you cannot keep doing this to yourself. You don't eat, you don't drink, you worry your friends-"
"Did I worry you?" He said calmly.
"Bucky listen-"
"Did I worry you?" His voice raised a little.
"Bucky-"
"Yes or no Y/N! Did I worry you or not?" He yelled.
"Yes you worried. Hell! I died seeing you like this. You don't take care of yourself and you expect me to not worry! What is wrong with you! Deal with what is going on in your head. Why can't you!" You shouted angrily.
"How can I deal with things when the person you used to help wouldn't be with me?" He said calmly. His statement stunned you.
"What do you mean?"
"You stopped talking to me. It's been over a month. I was facing uncharted feelings and you weren't there. To whom am I supposed to talk now, huh?"
You both had tears in your eyes. You waddle your way to him and hug him.
"You're all gross and sweaty by the way." You say as you let go off him.
He chuckled and sat you down on his lap. You grab the cup noodles from near you and give one to him.
"Eat up. You look weak." You said as you shove one fork full of noodles in his mouth.
"Oh please. I'm a super soldier."
You snort in laughter as you exchange your light hearted jokes.
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Steve let you both off the hook for a week to rest up. You were, right now, all snuggled up in the blanket with your laptop, while Bucky was laying next to you. His metal arm was around you.
"We never really talked about this." Bucky said as he opened his eyes.
"Talk about what?" You said shutting your laptop.
"About this new arrangement. I, uh, need, um, specification on this."
You caress his face and give him a peck on the lips. "You're my boyfriend if that's what you're wondering."
"So you're my girlfriend?" He asked sitting up straight.
"Pretty much."
"I like that."
"I like that too."
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agcntwells-archive · 4 years
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@hallowcrown​ ;; cont’d
fingers  SNAKED  up  his  sleeve  ,  curving  around  his  wrist  as  she  leaned  across  the  bed   ,  covers  barely  making  any  attempt  at  decency  .  he  stank  .  absolutely  stank  .  he  knew  that  .  she  KNEW  that  .  yet  here  she  was  ,  wanting  nothing  more  for  him  to  fall  into  bed  with  her  &&  just  be  there  .  kicking  off  his  boots  ,  bucky  made  no  attempt  to  undress  himself  .  collapsing  beside  her  ,  still  in  jeans  &&  his  hoodie  ,  tired  &&  in  his  bones  aching  from  EVERYTHING  . closing  his  eyes  ,  he  buried  his  head  into  her  shoulder  gently &&  gave  a  soft  exhale  .
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Liza had heard him come in the room-- honestly, she’d heard him coming down the hall. Some assassin he was, sounded more like a bull in a china shop, but she supposed that had something to do with him being somewhere familiar and safe. Even as she was wrapping her fingers around his wrist, she knew he smelled like he hadn’t showered in three weeks... though she wouldn’t be surprised if there was a level of truth behind that statement. But she didn’t care. All she cared about was having him in bed that had felt too empty without him there. “At least the boots made it off.” She teased, still half asleep as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You smell like the inside of a woman’s gym locker room-- which I have heard smells worse than the men’s.” Liza murmured sleepily, trying to keep herself awake to make sure she wasn’t just dreaming, her fingers slipping from his wrist to run gently through his hair.
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cake-writes · 4 years
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Personality Traits / Tests
Tagged by @capslut2014 like months ago now, lmao, thank you! 
Zodiac Sign: Aries | Taurus | Gemini | Cancer | Leo | Virgo | Libra | Scorpio | Sagittarius | Capricorn | Aquarius | Pisces |
Myers-Briggs: ESFP | ISFP | ESTP | ISTP | ESTJ | ISTJ | ESFJ | ISFJ | ENFJ | INFJ | ENFP | INFP | ENTP | INTP | ENTJ | INTJ|
Life Path Number: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 11 | 22 | 33
Four Temperaments: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic
Enneagram: The Reformer (Type 1) | The Helper (Type 2) | The Achiever (Type 3) | The Individualist (Type 4) | The Thinker (Type 5) | The Loyalist (Type 6) | The Enthusiast (Type 7) | The Leader (Type 8) | The Peacemaker (Type 9) |
Celtic Zodiac: Birch (The Achiever) | Rowan (The Thinker) | Ash (The Enchanter) | Alder (The Trailblazer) | Willow (The Observer) | Hawthrone (The Illusionist) | Oak (The Stabilizer) | Holly (The Ruler) | Hazel (The Knower) | Vine (The Equalizer) | Ivy (The Survivor) | Reed (The Inquisitor) | Elder (The Seeker) |
Celtic Animal Sign: Stag/Deer | Cat | Cow/Bull | Horse | Butterfly | Adder/Snake | Seahorse | Fish/Salmon | Wolf/Hound | Fox | Wren | Swan | Falcon/Hawk |
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin |
The Animal in You: Lion | Tiger | Dolphin| Bear | Wild Cat | Fox | Weasel | Badger | Dog | Otter | Wolf | Sea Lion | Wild Dog | Walrus | Gorilla | Deer | Rhinoceros | Hippo | Sable | Horse | Sheep | Mountain Goat | Warthog | Zebra | Baboon | Elephant | Bison | Giraffe | Cottontail | Mole | Bat | Porcupine | Beaver | Prairie Dog | Shrew | Mouse | Eagle | Rooster | Owl | Swan | Peacock | Vulture | Penguin | Crocodile | Snake |
Archetypes: Creative | Athlete | Rebel | Caregiver | Visionary | Royal | Performer | Spiritual | Tastemaker | Explorer | Advocate | Intellectual |
Brain Lateralisation Test: Left | Right | Both
Cerebral Personality Test: 1-10% | 11-20% | 21-30% | 31-40% | 41-50% | 51-60% | 61-70% | 71-80% | 81-90% | 91-100% |
Multiple Intelligences Test: Kinaesthetic | Linguistic | Logical | Interpersonal | Intrapersonal | Musical | Visual/Spatial | Naturalistic |
Levenson Self-Report Psychopathy Scale (Primary Psychopathy): 1 | 1.5 | 2 | 2.5 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 4.5 | 5
Tagging: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @nacho-bucky @sagechanoafterdark @venusofthehardsells @rubberbucky @shotsbyshae
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awkwardlyflustered · 5 years
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Bad Mood
A/N: This fic is for @buchanans-plums, sorry this is really bad, I didn’t really know how to start it or carry it out, or end it for that matter. Nonetheless, hope you enjoy it.
“Steve, would you please leave me alone?” Bucky asked, getting more annoyed by the second.
“But you’re so grumpy, you need cheering up,” Steve replied eerily calm, slowly approaching Bucky.
“Stay away from me Rogers.”
“No can do Barnes.” With that, Steve pounced on top of Bucky successfully pinning him down.
“Dude, come on, let me up.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to be apart of whatever you’re planning.”
“What am I planning?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t like the look on your face. You only have that look if you’re about to put me through some kind of torture.”
“Well this isn’t really torture, I mean you’ll be laughing the entire time.” Steve said an evil smirk present on his face.
“N-no not that, you can’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Tickle me.”
“If that’s what you want,” Steve replied, his voice laced with amusement, digging into Bucky’s sides.
“Gahahad dahahammit.”
“Language,” Steve scolded, trying to sound serious, but quickly found it impossible to sound serious through the cheshire grin he was wearing on his face.
“STAHAHAHAP,” Bucky said through high pitched laughter as Steve moved up to his ribs.
“But it’s putting you in a better mood.”
“YEHEHEHES, I’M AHAHAHAHALLLL BETTER!”
“Hmm, I don’t know. You definitely are smiling more.”
“IIIIIT’S FOHOHORCED YOHOHOHU  DIIIIICK.”
“Ah language! And you’re obviously not better, I think I need to go somewhere that’s a little worse for you.” Bucky could tell simply by the tone of his voice Steve was going to go straight to his worst spot. Bucky’s laugh immediately started to become shaky and nervous, making Steve laugh. Bucky was trying so hard to make his mouth make words, but he couldn’t. He wanted to apologise for calling Steve a dick, he wanted to just do anything, hell, he even wanted to beg at this point. But he couldn’t make words come out of his mouth. Well, nothing coherent anyways, there was plenty of gibberish coming out of his mouth.
“Hm, what was that Bucky? I can’t understand you, maybe stop laughing and I’ll be able to.” Bucky could only shake his head and try to glare at Steve, although he knew he couldn’t. Steve then started to walk his hands down Bucky’s sides, making him squirm. Steve didn’t stop though, he continued to walk his hands down his sides onto his hips ever so slowly. Bucky kept hoping for him to stop, just stop anywhere, his hips, hsi thighs, his knees, anywhere, he just wanted him to not reach hisーnope, too late. Bucky let out an ear piercing shriek as Steve dragged a single finger up each sole of his foot.
“What’s wrong Barnes? Too ticklish?” Steve teased. Bucky wanted to say so many things, but he couldn’t make himself make words. No, scratch that, he couldn’t make himself make noise other than the occasional snort or squeak when Steve hit a particularly sensitive spot on his foot. Steve just laughed at his friend.
“You know, I think he’s had enough, his face is so red it looks like it’s going to explode,” Tony commented, after having stood in the doorway from most of the tickling.
“But it’s so much fun, and Bucky is in such a bad mood.”
“Come on Steve, stop it, you’re going to kill him.”
“Fine.” Steve reluctantly stopped his fingers and got off of Bucky. “You know, you kind of seem like you’re in a bad mood Stark.”
“No, stop, get away,” Tony said, panicking. While trying to keep Steve away from himself he didn’t notice Bucky coming up from behind him. Bucky took advantage of this and tased Tony, making Tony crumble.
“Wha- hehey I hehehlped yohohou.”
“Yeah, but I need to get you back for last week, you stole the last doughnut,” Bucky said, using his metal arm to pin Tony’s arms above his head.
“Ihihihi’m sohohohrrrry.”
“Why are you laughing? We’re not touching you yet?” Steve asked, just as teasing as always. Tony’s face turned the color of a tomato, and he just shook his head. Steve and Bucky looked at each other, laughed, then dug their fingers into his underarms and his hips. Tony jerked, bucked, and arched his back as much as his body would allow him to. And boy did he laugh, he was screaming with laughter, hw was so loud that Steve and Bucky could have sworn that people in Australia could’ve heard him.
“Damn Stark, Steve told me you were ticklish, but damn.”
“SHUHUHUT UUUUUUPPP.”
“You know, Steve also told me that if I go like this,” Bucky traced over Tony’s rib bones, making Tony snort, “You’d do that.” Steve laughed lovingly at his friend, knowing that he was ready to kill them both.Bucky continued to tickle Tony’s ribs coaxing more snorts out of the younger man. After drilling into Tony’s hips one more time, causing yet another squeal to leave the billionaire's mouth he moved up to Tony’s sides. Tony could only shake his head in response. Steve dug all ten of his fingers into Tony’s sides making him shriek. Steve then tried lightly dragging all of his fingers across Tony’s sides making him squeak, then fall into high pitched giggles. Steve continued to experiment with what sounds he could bring out of Tony while Bucky would switch between lightly tracing over Tony’s ribs to digging in between the bones.
“Hey, Bucky, how many ribs are there in the body again? Is it twelve on each side? Or maybe it’s thirteen?”
“Hm, I don’t remember, maybe I should count?”
“NOHOHO, NOHOHO COHOHOUNTIIIIING, THEHEHEHER’S TWEHEHEHELVE.”
“No, I think Steve is right, I think there’s thirteen, there’s only one way to settle it. One, two, three, Tony would you stop moving, I’ve lost count, what was that? Three? Five? May as well just start over.” Tony was going to remind him what number he was on, but he couldn’t make an entire word come out of his mouth. Bucky continued to count and “lost count” a couple more times before finally concluding that there were indeed, twelve ribs. “Hey, good job Stark, you were right, there were twelve ribs.” Bucky stopped tickling him because by this point Tony had gone into silent laughter. After a few more pokes to Tony’s sides Steve stopped and got off Tony. As soon as Steve was off of him Tony tackled Steve, immediately prodding his sides and stomach, reducing Steve to a giggly mess. Bucky stood there stunned for a second before going over to pin his friend’s arms down.
“Why did you tell him about all that stuff?” Tony asked, enjoying the light, boyish sounds being emitted from Steve’s mouth.
“Ihihi’m sohohorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough,” Tony replied, digging into Steve’s abs. Both Bucky and Tony laughed at the squeal made by Steve.
“Dude, did you just squeal?” Bucky asked.
“Plehehehease, yohohou sohohounded sohoho much wohohorse.” Bucky was going to snap back, but was cut off by a loud shriek followed by booming laughter. He had snaked his hands under Steve arms by accident.
“Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t understand you, could you please repeat that?” Bucky teased as he wormed his hands deeper under Steve’s arms.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that, he hates that.”
“Yeah, oh hey, you know what else he hates?”
“What?” Tony asked, tracing all of Steve’s ab muscles, making Steve thrash.
“Raspberries,” Bucky said smirking as Steve started frantically shaking his head. He quickly lost his smirk, however, when Tony just gave a confused look.
“Raspberry? Isn’t that a fruit?” Steve started laughing even harder despite the fact that Bucky had taken his hands off of Steve’s underarms.
“You’ve seriously never had a raspberry before?” Tony opened his mouth to reply, but Bucky cut him off. “The non fruit kind.”
“Oh, well then no.”
“Let me show you then, here, take his arms, and hold them down tight.” Tony did as told while Bucky pulled Steve’s shirt up to his ribs. Tony watched Bucky closely, an amused look always present on his face. Steve face just paled as Bucky flashed him a cocky smile before leaning down and blowing a raspberry onto Steve’s stomach. Steve laughed louder than he ever had before, and was thrashing around harder than a bull would. Bucky continued to blow raspberries into Steve’s stomach eliciting more shrieks and peels of loud, boisterous laughter. Steve was trying to beg, and he had finally managed to get voice to make some kind of words,
“BUHUHUHUCKY PLEHEHEHEASE-” Steve got cut off by his own shriek that scared Bucky so much, he jumped two inches into the air.
“Dude, what the hell did you do?” Bucky asked looking up to see Tony blowing raspberries into Steve’s neck and digging into his underarm with his non occupied hand. Steve was writhing around on the floor, emitting more of the loud boisterous laughter that all the guys loved. Bucky went back to blowing raspberries all over his torso, sending Steve into silent laughter.
“All right, we had better stop, he’s redder than you were,” Tony said, making Bucky turn pink. Bucky got of Steve and let him sit up to catch his breath.
“Hey, Tony, didn’t you say you’d never had a raspberry before?” Steve asked through heavy breathing, but still having an evil smirk on his face.
“Oh shit,” Ton said, already running. Bucky and Steve chased after him, all three of them wearing playful grins on their faces the entire time.
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ohthisismuchworse · 6 years
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Avengers as Zookeepers
Tony: Tony has the personality of a big cat keeper, but would 100% a primate keeper. He loves those incredibly smart creatures and creating and building extravagant enrichment for them.
Bruce: He would be a bird keeper spending most of the day walking around the free-flight aviary looking for birds and taking care of eggs and newly hatched chicks. But you better not chase his birds, cause that makes him angry and you won't like him when he's angry
Natasha: She would be a herp keeper. Spending most of the time in back holding areas servicing exhibits away from crowds, but she can wrangle a 6 foot gator like nobody's business. She has a soft spot for venomous snakes.
Thor: Thor's totally a marine mammal trainer, he's got a big personality for shows, loud, and most importantly blond. His favorite animal is a dominant bull sea lion named Mjolnir
Clint: I know what you're thinking, he HAS to be a bird keeper. Nope, he works in the nocturnal house cause he's practically nocturnal himself. He likes all the nocturnal animals that people think are creepy and ugly like aye-aye, opossums, and bats.
Steve: Steve is an education animal keeper. He loves kids and teaching kids about how awesome animals are. His no nonsense, disappointed face stops kid from attempting grab animals again and use a 'two finger touch' which makes him perfect for programs. Once he suppresses his urge to fight any parent who tells him about a snake they killed in their backyard and uses it as an education opportunity instead, of course.
Bucky: He used to be a keeper until an accident cause him to lose his arm. Now he's an educator and works taking care of the animals in the contact yard. He loves when he gets to work programs with Steve and he has a soft spot for the goats.
Sam: Sam would be a flighted bird show keeper, he's got the personality and jokes for shows. He works with birds of prey, corvids, and parrots but his favorite is a little pygmy falcon named Redwing.
Scott: Obviously an invert keeper. Make sure the zoo has a good established invert feeder population, while taking care of extensive ant colony and butterfly room. Can be found telling guests more information about ants than they wanted to know while they're staring at a tarantula thats climbing around his head.
Wanda: She is a hoofstock keeper. She has a way with those creature, like she can read their minds. They call her the zebra whisperer.
T'Challa: T'Challa is obviously a big cat keeper. He takes it very seriously, building up strong relationships with his cats. His favorite is a melanistic leopard named Shuri.
Loki: He's a herp keeper cause he doesn't like dealing with guests so he stays behind the scenes most of the time. His favorite animals are the snakes.
Peter: Peter is an intern spending some time in each area to find out what he's passionate about. While he really likes spending time making enrichment with Tony, he loves how interesting arachnids are.
Thanos: The PETA protester outside the zoo saying that animals are better off dead than in zoos.
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Marvel Characters As Things I’ve Heard At School
Peter P: Sorry I can’t have a social life. Why? I have homework.
Peter Q: Excuse you but eighties music is superior to your low intellect.
Gamora: *Yelling at Peter Q from a distance* Never Gonna Give You Up is eighties music!!!
Rocket: Ah, yes, guns. The fundamental system of American existence. My entire life. My joy and pride.
Groot: shhh, nobody understands what I’m saying so shut up.
Tony Stark: I’m sorry, but, Red Bull and ignoring you is really appealing right now.
T’Challa: Sure. I completely understand. Now, I’m going to fight you, even though you just proved you were innocent and that it was against the rules.
Bucky: What year is it? Was I brainwashed? Woahhh
Steve Rogers: *Slams hands on desk* Do you mean to tell me the UN isn’t a government????!!!!!
Jessica Jones: *deep sigh and sip from water bottle that is labeled “bleach and vodka”* I could beat random people up instead
Peggy Carter: I’m badass and you’re a bitch; my life story.
Matt Murdock: I’m in a war with [Frank] because he’s a bitch.
Bruce Banner: I’m not allowed to participate in P.E. anymore. I punched someone during football because they said I was weak. I’m not weak.
Wanda Maximoff: have you ever felt like “yeah I’m the baddest bitch out there but I got a paper cut once and it hurt like a bitch????” Same.
Pietro Maximoff: COME AND GET ME FUCKER
Clint Barton: *on skateboard* IS IT ILLEGAL? PROBABLY. DO I CARE? FUCK TO THE NO.
Natasha Romanoff: I’m personally very select to being an assassin to the Soviet Union.
Thor Odinson: ...Yeah, okay, but why snakes? Or knives? Or Shakespeare?
Loki: y’know, murder isn’t illegal if nobody knows
Valkyrie: I’ll commit a few crimes, will there we scotch?
Sam Wilson: Just because your ugly ass can’t bother to do shit, doesn’t mean my fabulous ass can’t.
Rhodey: Please be normal. Please. For the sake of every holy thing in the universe, like Pepe. Please.
Wade Wilson: Is there really any point to life without somebody to annoy and really good junk food?
Shuri: This will be very painful and might even lead to death, the side effects include vomiting, internal bleeding, migraines, and cancer. Have a nice day!
Nick Fury: *Sitting on tabletop* After multiple hours of discussion, the child council has reached a verdict. As the judge, I say fuck that verdict.
Hope Van Dyne: There’s no point to what you just said at all. All I heard was “I’m sexist, I’m sexist, I’m sexist”. Now please excuse me so I don’t have to image shoving your face into a wall.
Scott Lang: *in the front of class* this is my presentation on why ants deserve better than humans treat them, and are therefore in an abusive relationship
Frank Castle: So...where’s my fucking coffee, Jonathan???????? I swear to god I’m going to beat Heather up, only I’m allowed to bully [Red].
Luke Cage: Yes, I completely understand. Just...go over the entire thing again please. Please.
Danny Rand: I know this makes no sense, but I’m going to explain why dragons exist, please hear me out.
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rvmanova · 6 years
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personality tag
i just really felt like doing a tag and i did this one years ago and it was really fun, so here you go!
rules: take all the quizzes listed by clicking on the titles and bold your personality type from each, then tag 5 users you would like to get to know better.
* = round your score if it isn’t a whole number.
tagged: @nakiaskillmonger , @thorhemsworth , @marveladdicts , @buckys-manbun , @marvelheroes :)
name: dua.
zodiac sign: aries | taurus | gemini | cancer | leo | virgo | libra | scorpio | sagittarius | capricorn | aquarius | pisces
myers-briggs: esfp | isfp | estp | istp | estj | istj | esfj | isfj | enfj | infj | enfp | infp | entp | intp | entj | intj
four temperaments: sanguine | melancholic | choleric | phlegmatic
enneagram: the reformer (type 1) | the helper (type 2) | the achiever (type 3) | the individualist (type 4) | the investigator (type 5) | the loyalist (type 6) | the enthusiast (type 7) | the challenger (Type 8) | the peacemaker (Type 9)
celtic zodiac: birch (the achiever) | rowan (the thinker) | ash (the enchanter) | alder (the trailblazer) | willow (the observer) | hawthrone (the illusionist) | oak (the stabilizer) | holly (the ruler) | hazel (the knower) | vine (the equalizer) | ivy (the survivor) | reed (the inquisitor) | elder (the seeker)
celtic animal sign: stag/deer | cat | cow/bull | horse | butterfly | adder/snake | seahorse | fish/salmon | wolf/hound | fox | wren | swan | falcon/hawk
soul type (first test): hunter | caregiver | creator | thinker | helper | educator | performer | leader | spiritualist
soul type (second test): server | priest | artisan | sage | warrior | king | scholar
hogwarts house: gryffindor | hufflepuff | ravenclaw | slytherin
alignment: lawful good | neutral good | chaotic good | lawful neutral | true neutral | chaotic neutral | lawful evil | neutral evil | chaotic evil
motiv: materialistic | ascetic | offbeat | conventional | thinking | haphazard | interpersonal | witholding | vital | depressed | easygoing | rigid
global 5: social | reserved | limbic | calm | organized | unstructured | accommodating | egocentric | non-curious | inquisitive
holland code: investigative | artistic | conventional | enterprising | social | realistic
r-drive: narcissism | unconventionality | empiricism | identity | othercentricism | independence | integrity | intellect | stoicism | orderliness | dynamism | activity | romanticism | hedonism
dark triad: psychopathy | machiavellianism | narcissism
narcissism scale: 1-3 | 4-7 | 8-11 | 12-15 | 16-19 | 20-23 | 24-27 | 28-31 | 32-35 | 36-39 | 40-43
artistic preference: realism | impressionism | post-impressionism | classicism | expressionism | baroque | rococo | romanticism
the animal in you: lion | tiger | dolphin | bear | wild cat | fox | weasel | badger | dog | otter | wolf | sea lion | wild dog | walrus | gorilla | deer | rhinoceros | hippo | sable | horse | sheep | mountain goat | warthog | zebra | baboon | elephant | bison | giraffe | cottontail | mole | bat | porcupine | beaver | prairie dog | shrew | mouse | eagle | rooster | owl | swan | peacock | vulture | penguin | crocodile | snake
life path number: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 11 | 22
archetypes: creative | athlete | rebel | caregiver | visionary | royal | performer | spiritual | tastemaker | explorer | advocate | intellectual
rosenberg self esteem scale: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30
pokémon type: fire | water | grass | electric | flying | fighting | poison | psychic | dark | steel | rock | ground | ghost | fairy | bug | dragon | ice | normal
brain lateralization test: left | right
cerebral personality test: 1-10% | 11-20% | 21-30% | 31-40% | 41-50% | 51-60% | 61-70% | 71-80% | 81-90% | 91-100%
multiple intelligences test: kinesthetic | linguistic | logic/math | interpersonal | intrapersonal | musical | spatial | naturalist
*levenson self-report psychopathy scale (primary psychopathy): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
*levenson self-report psychopathy scale (secondary psychopathy): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
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scalygems · 3 years
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scalygems · 4 years
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Buckwheat is baby u___u💓💓💓
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scalygems · 3 years
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Look who's all shiny & new today~ Buckwheat gave me an almost perfect shed, and left a huge dookie 😌😅
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scalygems · 4 years
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Bucky, what a good lad. 🥺❤️
Buckwheat // 10mo red hypo Stillwater bullsnake
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scalygems · 4 years
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My scared noodle and a cheesy edit. He’s doing sooo well with handling, considering how terrified he is of everything.
Buckwheat // 7mo Red hypo Stillwater Bull Snake
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