#13. Cinematic

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[avengerscompound]

Captain America: Civil War

[xxplastic-cubexx]

chat if i may speak

[abybweisse]

Ch209, A few spoiler pages

Prepare your tissue box.

Here's the title page.

And onto the bummers....

As I suspected, we are seeing Snake's cinematic records as his soul is collected. What's surprising is this appears to be a reaper we've never seen before. I think they have dreadlocks?!? Neat! I wonder if we will ever see this reaper again.

We can see that he was 18 years old, as he was born March 15, 1871 and dies December 9, 1889. According to a fan translation on Discord, his mother's name was something like Sarah Campbell, and she was an actress.

The reaper is saying "no remarks" or "remarks: none", so they are just preparing to stamp it COMPLETE.

It's important that it's only December 9th, because that means my theory for the contract end date is still working: December 13, 1889, which is the date before our earl's 14th birthday. It's also a Friday the 13th, which marks his father's birthday and his paternal grandmother's death. His Aunt Francis/Frances might also have been born on a Friday the 13th. It's oddly fitting if our earl also dies on one.

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— flufftober (day 13) —

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy, talks of pregnancy complications

Prompt: Hot Chocolate (alt2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

@flufftober || flufftober masterlist

Can be read with Day One

Halloween had barely begun and you had already picked out the perfect tree and bought new sets of ornaments to match your new house decoration for the Holidays. Candles burned and flickered on the walls as you went around the tree, humming to yourself.

It was not time to start decorating. It was too early for you to even put up red stockings, but you did anyway. You were way too early, but you needed something to do. The bedrest that had been prescribed to you was annoying and it let Bucky nag you to sit down without having to make up an excuse.

Being fairly enough energetic at seven months pregnant, you were more likely than not to be found roaming the halls of your home and finding everything and anything to keep yourself preoccupied.

Before it was an issue, it had given Bucky time to hole up in his study to finish up his brief meetings with Sam about the Young Avengers Initiative without having to entertain your boredness. He would come out later to the light citrus smell of cleaning spray and the newly released scent of baked goods.

Though, now, he was scared to death about seeing you up on your feet after a long discussion with Dr. Cho and Dr. Banner about your pregnancy. With the super-soldier serum baby growing in your average human body, it was hard for them to dictate the next steps. They had instantly told you to take lots of rest and eating more than usual would be considered normal.

That was all they knew.

It was all Bucky needed to hear to start becoming more and more protective as the bump grew with the baby. You started glowing with your pregnancy and he found another reason to love you everyday.

He could, however, do without you standing on a ladder to try and secure the star on the tip of the tree. Much less when he had gone out for groceries and a quick drink with Sam on the outskirts of the little town you two had picked to settle in. He froze for just a moment when you went on your goddamn tiptoes to reach further and higher. His heart was pounding and he forced his feet to move.

“Sweets, Y/N, sweetheart.” He exhaled deeply when your heels were back on the step. His hands grasped the metal bars of the short ladder and he looked up at you, willing his heart to slow down from its thundering state. “You can’t—sweets, I love you, I really do. But, couldn’t you wait?”

You grinned down at him, sickeningly sweetly which meant he had fucked up somehow.

“I would have waited,” you started, lowering yourself gently to sit on the step with your feet grazing his thigh now. “But you kept saying you were busy.”

He racked his brain and remembered the few times you had asked him to put up the Christmas tree and all the other decoration that you ordered while seated on his lap in his study.

“In a few days, sweets.”

“Soon.”

“Once Halloween is over.”

“I’ll do it soon, sweets.”

He had good reasons, but those promises had led up to you on a ladder while he was gone out. If you had missed a step, if the ladder had slipped, if you had been climbing down and something happened, he wouldn’t have known. He would have found you on the ground and never would he have forgiven himself for any of it.

“Sweets, get down,” Bucky all but ordered. His voice, as harsh as it was, was somehow just as gentle. Soft and low toned. He had never raised his voice at you and never would. He was better than that. But, god, his biggest nightmare could have been reality today.

Your face lost its smile and your hands went to your bump. Something in his face must have told you exactly what he was thinking about because then you were holding his shoulders and squeezing them lightly as you climbed down slowly and carefully. Once your feet were on the ground, solid hardwood ground, you cupped his face.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, scratching his cheekbone lightly. “We’re okay, James.” The use of his first name released a sigh from his lips. It was your way of saying that what you said was true and real. His shoulders sagged and his eyes fluttered close with your warmth. He felt your forehead press onto his and a light kiss was dropped on his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your lips.

You smiled.

“Me, too. I should have waited. I know you would have done it. I’m sorry for the scare.”

His eyes opened and watched another grin appear on your face.

“So, want some hot chocolate?”

He laughed and nodded. For now, he would let you get away with it. Later, when you were taking another nap or a long bath, he would finish the tree and put up the rest of the decorations.

[pikapig183]

Billy is still a Kaplan, Marvel, do you know that? It’s important to me that you know that.

[hopefulcanary]

Sharon Carter and Bucky Barnes, wedding commission ❤️❤️

This ended up so good, and a challenge from start to finish. Sharon's dress and Bucky's uniform required a lot of additional references and a lot of patience, and for the latter I even crammed a friend into an Army jacket and plunked him down in a similar pose, just to get the fall of it right. Whew!

Primary reference from Unsplash 💖

[callmebrycelee]

HAPPY 41ST BIRTHDAY, SEBASTIAN STAN!!!

[marvels-meme]

Daily Arab.org click to help Palestine 🍉

[digitalwizard01]

You know what would have made way more sense than revealing Rhodey as a Skrull in Secret Invasion? Revealing Sharon Carter as a Skrull because her being the Power Broker still makes zero sense and that would have been a really easy out for them

[thena0315]

Emily VanCamp as Sharon Carter / Agent 13 / Power Broker

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) Captain America: Civil War (2016) The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021) What If…?: 1x05 (2021)

[yourenotdonefighting]

Took me long enough, I know.

Just the epilogue to go after this!

She was about to close her eyes, happy to stay that way for as long as they could, when her gaze landed on a small velvet box at the foot of the bed. She squinted at it, as if that might help her understand what she was looking at, but somehow without even seeing its contents, she knew.

Steve must have felt her body tense against his, because he drew her back, a worry line creasing between his brows when he saw the wide-eyed look on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

Natasha doesn’t answer him, just stepped out of his hold and over to the bed, taking the small box in her hand. Through the buzzing in her head, she heard Steve whisper a quiet “Shit” at her back.

“What is this?” she asked, not turning to face him. She can’t. Her feet won’t move, and her eyes refuse to focus on anything other than the box in her palm.

Steve exhaled a long sigh then he was at her side. She could feel his hand hovering at the small of her back, not quite touching her, like he was afraid of what might happen if he does. “You can open it,” he said, and she relaxed back into him when his hand finally closed around her waist.

For a long moment, she didn’t do anything except stare at the box. She didn’t know if she was ready to find out whether or not she was right about what was inside. But the solid presence of the man behind her, the man she had, twice now, fallen irrevocably in love with, compelled her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tipped the lid back, taking a few calming breaths.

[couldntbedamned]

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝑲𝒊𝒅. (𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏.) - 𝑻𝒂���𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕

[cartoonico]

Scooby-Doo looking ass 💀💀💀

[antiheroapologist]

Marvel women & weapons {guns}

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— flufftober (day 3) —

Warnings: fluff, PG-13 sexual content

Prompt: Wrong (…Way) (13)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: ~350

@flufftober

Bucky’s eyes flickered around the area, confident steps mismatched with his confused eyebrows. Crunching the leaves in his way, he went straight down the paved route without a glance at any of the turns. He stopped at the end of the path and began turning left before deciding he wanted to go right.

“James?” Your sweet warning voice called out, making him wince slightly as he turned around to face you.

Your arms were crossed over your knitted brunt-orange sweater, oversized sleeves bunched up together in your palms. Your hair was up in a messy bun, hay pieces sticking out of it after Bucky had pushed you against a haystack to kiss you. He was sure that if you turned around, he would find more hay stuck to your sweater and leggings.

“Do you really know where you’re going, honey?” You asked, a little bit of teasing tone coming into your term of endearment. You shifted your weight to stand leaning on one leg more than the other, hip jutting out to a side as he licked his lips and nodded confidently. Your eyes narrowed slightly.

“Yeah, I do,” he replied, the tiniest crack in his voice making him cringe inwardly. You cocked an eyebrow at him, dropping your stance and walking towards him with a softer look in your eyes. You stepped right in front of him, shoes knocking together.

“You know,” you started, looking around as if you were telling him a sacred secret that no one else could know about, “if we beat Steve and Nat to the end of this corn maze, you might be getting that thing you’ve been wanting to do tonight.”

Your arms looped around his neck, pulling him down to begin whispering about the things he could do to you if you both won. Bucky’s arms went around your waist and tightened as you whispered promises in his ears. Sealing your deal with a quick kiss to his lips, Bucky nodded.

With his heart still hammering against his chest, he breathed, “Square deal, sweetheart.”