#Sam is adorable he deserves p a i n

[sleetskies18]

I cant even explain why but a teensy part of me honestly wants some Sam angst in chapter 4. I doubt it'll happen but if it does I will be overjoyed.

Thank you for coming to my thought dump.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  TO THE KEY OF EVERGREEN

SUMMARY : while dean dreams of things he’s too shy to share, the reader takes matters into her own hands when dean’s deep in sleep dreaming of something else. 

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : two nameless tentacle aliens

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, angst, tentacle kink, p in v, unprotected sex, somnophilia, description of dpdr

WORD COUNT : 3.4k

A/N : the devil wears prada song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — somnophilia. I’ve always wanted to write a tentacle fic for my favourite boy, dean winchester. reader pov then Dean’s dream pov switch by dividers. I swear more in my writing than I do irl, expect me to never curse irl honestly 😣😔

Dean was absolutely fucking adorable. 

He looked stunning, he always did, especially as he slept. 

Relaxed. Peaceful. Comfortable. Safe.

The moonlight poured into the cabin from the window, lightning up the breathtaking features of his face. Her most favourite parts of Dean’s body and face were illuminated by pale moonshine, enhancing his beauty. 

His plump, pink lips were parted slightly. Soft mumbles and quiet sighs fill the silence of the dark room as they slip from between slightly chapped lips. He snored occasionally, too—the cutest snores she’s ever heard. They made her laugh, but she pursed her lips to silence the sound, a loving smile remained on her face, her eyes tender as she beheld her sleeping lover. 

Although she couldn’t sleep, the sound vibrating through him had nothing to do with it. 

She knew he generally did not like to be stared at when he slept. To Dean, the worst was the thought of Chuck’s presence lingering and scrutinising. He wasn’t a threat anymore, but the thought that they’d lost haunted her—the possibility that everything was a dream. Unreality. The final torture. 

It couldn’t be. Cas was safe. Sam was safe. The whole world was safe. And now it’s just Dean and her waiting in a cosy cabin for the rest of their family and friends to get there when Christmas did, too. 

She wants him to be happy. He deserved that after everything that’s happened. She thinks he deserves it more than anyone else in the entire universe. Even if he’d sacrifice himself for the happiness of everyone else, she’d sacrifice everyone else for the happiness of a single man. 

She’d do it in half a heartbeat, even if that’s the last thing he’d ever ask of her. 

She had to admit it was strange to just stare at Dean as he lay unconscious in their bed, but she was bored and entirely in love with him. But mostly, she couldn’t sleep. 

She leaned over to press her lips against Dean’s forehead, placing a lingering kiss to the faint wrinkles she adored to cement herself to reality. She moved away to nuzzle her nose sweetly into his hairline, breathing in the scent of his shampoo, then she brushed her fingers against his stubble. The prickly hairs tickled, but it was nice to feel all those things, to see him in bed, breathing, sleeping. His warmth kept the cold at bay, even as he laid naked beneath two downy blankets.

Finally, they were free from the cold concrete walls of the Bunker. At least temporarily. A breath of fresh air somewhere new. Just the two of them. Close to Bobby’s old—now destroyed—place. Slowly weaning off the comfort of the Bunker as home to truly move forward, and hopefully to retire. 

Dean began to sleep deeply now. Knocked out cold by the effect of melatonin tea. He told her that he dreamt more and that it wasn’t nightmares anymore, not always. She didn’t know if he was lying to make her feel better and ease her disconcertment, but she didn’t push it. If he wanted her to help, he’d go to her and tell her when he feels ready.  

One part of her regrets not drinking the tea with him. But the other part of her knows it’s too frightening, the sensation of sedation, the feeling of unreality. It took her breath away, like being slammed into a wall, a sensation that made her want to scream, run, and cry. A feeling that almost confirmed that everything was in fact a dream. 

Instead of dwelling on her doubts, she waited for sleep to blanket her. 

Maybe watching Dean wouldn’t lull her to sleep. Maybe, but it didn’t stop her. 

His eyes moved beneath closed lids, his long, thick lashes rested against his freckled cheekbones, curled upwards with eyebags faintly defined beneath them. 

Where to begin? Honestly. The now relaxed space between his brows? 

The lovely crinkles that stretched beside his eyes even when he wasn’t smiling or laughing?  

The curve of his nose? The handsomeness of the shape despite the slight crookedness of it near the top? The slight upturn of it that most people would draw onto their faces to feign they had it?

The splash of freckles across his nose and cheeks like sprinkles on cake? The way they frosted over his forehead, down his neck, over every inch of his exquisite body like the whole universe when looking through the James Webb Telescope? 

Maybe the curve of his mouth? His pillowy, pink, slightly chapped kissable lips? The dip above his cupid’s bow? 

The patch of hair below his lip? The stubble that he was letting grow longer and longer? 

The line of his jawline? The little pillow of skin beneath?

The darker freckles that stood out?

Now that she’s taking him in. Why were his ears pretty, too? 

She wanted to kiss him so bad. To touch him. 

Her heartbeat began to elevate and her body became hot. She squeezed her hands together tightly to resist caressing him and turned onto her side, sliding her bare leg against his. If she could just pour herself over his entire body like warm caramel on his favourite pie, she’d be happy.

A moan rumbled deep through him and her brows flew up. She waited for more as he shoved the two blankets down to his hips, his fingers gripping the cowboy-themed blankets tightly. For a few moments, she held her breath, waiting for a nightmare to wake him while her blood turned cold, making her shiver. 

Instead, he turned silent and looked away from her, lifting his other arm over the pillow. 

She breathed out slowly and relaxed, dropping a soothing kiss on his bare shoulder. 

She bit her lip the longer she stared at his now exposed torso. He really hid all his sexiness beneath a million layers of jackets, Henleys, plaid, and flannel. It made her smile in amusement. He was way too pretty, way too hot, way, way too alluring.

He wasn’t very hairy and whatever hair he did have was too light. He had no chest hair. No happy trail… She never found that attractive anyway. Although, now that she thought about it, she wondered if she’d feel differently if he did have it… Probably not, it’s Dean. He even managed to change her mind about beards as he began growing his own in secret (a secret from Sam).

She envied his body. Who wouldn’t? He ate so much, it was adorable, but none of it showed. Maybe it was the combination of his metabolism and all the hunting. He’s definitely beefier than before. It might be ageing that changed his body from slim, model-like to this thick, lumberjack. Very sexy. Good job, body. Goddamn, he’s aged so damn fine. Whatever it was it kept him taut and toned, fit.

She licked her lips, staring from the tattoo beneath his collarbone to his hip bones, the dip of them on each side reminding her that he was completely naked beneath the fluffy covers. She felt guilty. Dean was usually the one who would touch her between her legs as she slept, or had his face buried between her legs to wake her with an orgasm, a few times he’s actually been fucking her. 

He’d smirk down at her when she woke up, kissing her passionately as she sobered from her sleepy state. She’d cling to him as he pounded her into the mattress, her orgasm came faster than she cared to admit. It’s never been off the table, but it’s usually him that proposes and suggests for her. 

Would he mind if it was the other way ‘round?

Dean ran through unfamiliar metal hallways.

Fucking hell. Was the hallway getting longer or was he running too damn slow? 

Dumbass nightmare logic didn’t stop Dean from running as fast as he could. He wasn’t tired, but slowly, as Dean realised he was only dreaming, he was able to get out of the hallway which then turned into a red console room.

Yup, he’s in a stupid dream. 

He grunted out in annoyance, looking around for something to use as a weapon.

A loud bang from the door he just came through—well, it wasn’t a door at first, but it is now—made Dean jump. He looked around the room and stepped towards the console as the lights stopped flashing red. He thought he could make sense of the made-up letters, but as the door was smashed in, Dean reached for a random baton with a lit edge at the tip of the colour violet.

Large, jet-black, shiny tentacles held the inside of the room from the doorway and Dean exhaled slowly, backing up slowly as the monster teased his entrance into Dean’s dream. As Dean hit the wall, he gasped when he started to fall through.

For a few moments, Dean waited for death and did what he thought was closing his eyes in his dreams, only to land gracefully on his two feet—painlessly. 

He relaxed as he looked around the white, padded room, seeing bright panels displaying images and videos he couldn’t quite comprehend. He stopped his analysis of the panels when he heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned to face the woman he loved most, coming from a stairway he never saw in the first place with one of those weird tentacle aliens behind her. 

Suddenly, he wasn’t inside the padded room, instead he was outside. The outside of a place that was definitely not Earth. The grass was still green, but there were a million colourful caterpillars beneath his feet and a cliffside beside him. The sky looked like the ocean, blue and green-like waves, misty clouds were violet, like the surface of Jupiter.

“Dean,” she called him again, but she was also the alien at the same time. It was too confusing, when she touched him, she was soft and human. And now, the spaceship he was in was long forgotten as she appeared to him naked. 

It happened too quickly, now he was on his back and she was kissing his neck and his chest. Her mouth sucked kisses into his skin, licking his nipples making him shudder. He could feel how hard he was, he knew her hand was wrapped around his cock, that he was naked, too. But the pleasure was too far away, faint like perfume on stored clothes.

Why did his wet dreams never allow him to feel full pleasure?

She wasn’t kissing the taut flesh between the v-shape pointing down to his cock, she had her lips wrapped around the tip, sucking wantonly, positioning herself so could take him deeper into her mouth, taking his cock down her throat. 

She pulled away from him abruptly and he watched her move away, as he sat up. Now, he was on top of the cliff and instead of caterpillars, there were colourful baby chickens that climbed into his lap. 

Why couldn’t he ever finish in his dream?

He groaned and whined out her name, but all of that was merely a distraction because he was on a ship again. A different one that looked like the TARDIS, but also, it wasn’t the TARDIS at all. Beaceuse where the console should be, there was a table, and she was splayed over it. 

Those black, glistening tentacles made a return and Dean cursed his stupid kink for making him both aroused and afraid. She was partially in the ‘arms’ of the alien, its tentacles slathered a clear substance over her body, hotly sucking red marks against her skin.

Her moans captivated him, the tentacles moved around her breasts, fondling, sucking. They moved all over her, teasing her weeping folds obscenely, parting her labia with the tips of two tentacles in exploration of her body. Then, one suction latched to her clit and she moaned his name, begging for him to join her and the curious, lewd alien. 

Dean whined quietly, stepping closer to the table as the second tentacle temptingly circled her entrance before plunging only the tip of the tentacle in and out teasingly. The wet sound drove him crazy. She reached behind her to ground herself using the alien, except Dean’s brain couldn’t complete its image so he didn’t really know what it actually looked like.

All he felt were tentacles move over him, too. Just like they did to her, they slathered him in something warm and sticky. They tried the same thing as they had with her, wrapping around his chest, sucking his nipples, wrapping around his throat to suck at his pulse in the exact same way she always did. 

When the slimy arms began to explore between his legs, Dean shut his thighs bashfully. But the alien pried them open again and he was being pushed forward towards his girlfriend as she got fucked by the other alien. The suctioning sensation as the tentacle curiously experimented with motions of up and down along his erect cock felt more real now. 

This is the weirdest foursome he’d ever been a part of. He can definitely say he’s never been fucked by unidentifiable aliens in his life, especially ones that didn’t have genitilia save for the phallic-like pitch-black arms that slithered into her and wrapped around his cock.

Could it be considered a foursome if the aliens weren’t getting any pleasure?

This was probably gonna be part of Dean’s top-ten favourite wet dreams. 

Dean woke up with a gasp, groaning softly as warm breath tickled his lips. He blinked to clear his bleary vision and moaned in annoyance as the bed beneath him moved. He tried to get a clear view of the disruptor of his most awesome dream and put his entire palm on the face of his girlfriend who was on top of him.

“Dean,” she laughed, moving his hand away to place it on her breast. He moaned softly again as he felt a familiar pressure between his legs, deep in his tummy the discomfort of an edged orgasm sobered him and squeezed her breast roughly. “What were you dreaming of?” She murmured seductively.

He was fully awake now, Dean blinked a few times and inhaled sharply when he saw his naked lover grinding her hips sensually in circles, her legs spread far apart, her strong thighs lifting her upwards just a few inches so he could see his wet cock disappear inside her.  

“Holy… fuck,” Dean drew out with a moan, clinging to her hips instantly. “I’m not gonna last,” he gasped, throwing his head back into the pillow. Nonetheless, Dean attempted to hold back. She knew he was as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, sending sparks of painful pleasure through her body.

“Oh, shit… Dean,” she moaned, her pussy tightening around him as he throbbed inside her. He growled softly, squirming. She refused to lift herself up any higher, but it felt good anyway, and she looked far better than she did in his dream.

With her back arched, her brows furrowed in concentration of her pleasure, and her lips parted to release quick, short breathes, and praises—occasionally, out tumbled a few teasing words. It just felt so good every time, the way he stretched her so deliciously, the way she got his cock to brush repeatedly over the same spot inside her, and how each roll of her hips made her clit brush and rub over his pubic bone. 

“Come, then, if you’re that fucking needy,” she teased, arching her back as she dug her fingernails into his chest. 

Dean bucked his hips upwards and clamped his hand around her hips so tightly she couldn’t move. A tingle moved up his spine and made him shiver. He wanted to hold back and wait for her, but she felt so hot and wet around him. His orgasm felt different than before, but still marvellous. While he spilled into her, she ground her hips down against him to stimulate her clit, bouncing again slightly when he loosened his grip on her to ride out his orgasm with a loud groan of her name. 

As she finally orgasmed, he began to whimper from oversensitivity, but let her use him as she finished, the walls of her vagina squeezing and pulsing around him. A breathless laugh tumbled from between her parted lips and she leaned forward to drop her forehead to his shoulder.

He pressed kisses along her hair, the soft strands tickling his nose as he nuzzled into the fruit-flower scent of her shampoo. His fingers slipped into her hair, tousling what was already messy to tug gently, bringing her swollen lips to his for a hungry and grateful kiss. She moaned against his mouth, both of their lips parting for their tongues to explore and lick, tasting each other once more—as if for the first time.

Saliva connected their lips when she pulled away with a smirk, his fingers carefully untangling from her hair. He panted and stared at her with his lips still parted, “what were you dreaming of?” She inquired once more, slowly lifting herself from his cock. His eyes flickered downward, watching his limp cock lean against her thigh before falling between his legs, coated in her cum, both creamy and clear. Droplets of his cum dribbled down her thighs like melting whipped him and he inhaled deeply, staring with wonder as more of their mixed cum slipped from her slippery folds.

“Hey, sexy, answer me,” she jabbed, dropping down next to him, letting herself bounce over the mattress before scooting into his opening arms. She kicked the covered upwards until she could reach with her hands and pulled it up their naked bodies.

“Uh,” he mumbled thoughtfully, laughing while wrapping his arm around her shoulders, bringing her close to kiss her temple. “Aliens, tentacles, a foursome,” he confessed, brushing his fingertips up and down her shoulder.

“Real hot,” she murmured, placing her hand over his chest where his heart was beating. “We should bond over your porn again,” she suggested sleepily, tangling her legs with his again. He laughed again, then brought his hand over to her breast to play with her nipple, rubbing, pinching, tugging her sensitive nub. 

“You got mad at me the first hundred times,” he reminded her, playfully squeezing her breast.

“Well,” she started, “that was then… and now, I think differently.” He hummed deeply, closing his eyes, then he sleepily turned to his side with her still in his arms. “Like… maybe… I won’t be jealous because those are fantasies. I know the women you go for in the real world have always been nothing like the unrealistic, skinny, big titty, models with photoshop, surgery, pink everything, an-”

“I mean… you have nice tits, a juicy ass, pretty pussy-”

“No,” she laughed, “you just like me alot.”

“I love you,” he whispered, shutting her up. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We can ‘bond’ over it for fun, but I haven't gotten off on any of it since I met you… well, I have, but only because I miss you, and I want to do it to you, or watch you do it to me-the point is… yeah, they’re fantasies. I don’t wanna indulge in it because I’ve got the real thing. Maybe I'll look something up for ideas, but not because I need something to get off.” 

“No, yeah, I know that,” she murmured, tucking her head under his chin. “That’s not what I meant,” she laughed softly. “I just want you to know that nothing you’re into will make me… less into you.” 

“Think I don’t know that already?” He asked with a grin. “You’ve been with me for years now. I know…” He paused, hesitating suddenly, insecurity gripping his heart. “I hope you won’t leave… all things considered, you’ve seen parts of me I never woulda shown anyone. Had you not been in my life all this time, I’d be single right now.”

She pulled her head out from where it was to look straight at him, then she laughed. “Tragic.” 

He laughed with her and kissed her quickly, his eyes crinkling lovingly as he gazed down at her to tell her: “I’d rather be single than without you.” He licked his bottom lip charmingly, tasting the words on his tongue as he sucked on his pillowy lips before slowly releasing it, leaving it wet, pinker, and more tender. “And, uh… do this more in the future...” 

She giggled and threw her arm around his shoulder to bring him in for a tender kiss.

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[vole-mon-amour]

IWTV, 1x06, part 2.

Now you're just torturing yourself, Lestat. :( Get some respect and leave.

When will you stop bullshitting him with this spectacle? He's more than 500 old. Stop it.

They both deserve better but somehow don't see it? Will this misery ever end?

APPLAUDING. POETIC CINEMA!

I still think "There's life in the old lady yet!" is better, but this is a masterpiece of its own kind. Just a little silly conductor hat added, but what a change. <3

Two babies. To think an actual dog was nervous and Sam tried to comfort it, ahh.

I adore him. He's everything. I low key want to grab Sam and never let go. What a performance.

Magnificent. Iconic. Breathtaking.

Perfect in every way.

Crying and listening to the dog licking his fingers. Crying some more. I love him, your honor. Friendship ended with Louis and Claudia completely, friendship started with Lestat.

I don't care about ANYTHING else from now on. Lestat and the doggo. ;_____; Lestat petting the doggo with both hands ;_____; Sam, thank you for your service.

The dog enjoys itself and LIVES after the petting session (it would never if Louis was there), with Lestat being so gentle and loving towards it, "Back in your cage, sweetheart." Sam gives the performance of the century while having the time of his life, his hand shining from the dog's saliva.

The train scene is e v e r y t h i n g. Consider me lost in him, completely.

On another note, did he seriously just threatened Claudia with finding Bruce, telling him where Claudia is, and letting him rape her again? DID HE or is it just my mind? Cause, after all, he did say it was "very poor taste".

You should have, then. This is all very mean and toxic but I can't help but love him and be biased towards him. He sees right through her & still allows her to go with her plan to kill him. And I hate every second of it. I hate the idea of it. I hate even thinking of it.

Everything about him.

an au in which Lestat doesn't let Claudia continue with her plan. an AU in which he's safe and well and never injured and— ;__; i want him to snap her neck and turn her to dust, i am losing it here. her inner monologue and Louis' reaction is straight out of the book, I can give them that. how Louis holds onto Lestat still being alive and trying to convince Claudia to stop, but also not being able to resist to the full extend.

The entire moment when Lestat frowns as Claudia outplays him in chess. "No, that can be." STOP IT. STOP IT. S T O P _ I T, i am going to lose my mind over him getting his throat cut. It's been a while since I felt this sick about a piece of media and let it get to me.

I just want to hug him. Or protect, even. Hello, darkness, my old friend.

Crying. I think it's time for bed for me, too. Sam is... truly something else, playing that outburst. And I hate how Claudia speaks for Louis, tries to convince him, "You want to kill him too. And you'll enjoy doing it." Thinking about the book and how miserable Louis was about the idea of killing him and when Lestat was choking on the poison and his own blood as Claudia was stabbing him. This is nauseating.

"Rashid, are you awake?"

"I can be."

I'm so curious about the nature of their relationship. What lies in the core of it & what they want eventually from it. If Armand has another plan for Louis.

Young Daniel is basically Jeff Goldblum.

The reveal is perfect. This was, for once, a good episode.

P.S.:

Contrary to me crying at a chess scene, at least I've been blessed with a hand and nails. I need an entire gifset with his hands.

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Hey Sweetheart

Summary - Dean was suddenly pampering you too much. Not that you don't like it, but what happens when a Winchester lets his guard down?

Pairing - Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warning - Fluff, so much fluff you will have cavities (check the tags for more warnings)

"Hey Sam, have you seen your brother? He's not in his room," You said plopping down on the chair beside Sam.

"Nope", Sam replied without taking his eyes off his laptop's screen, "he is probably in the garage".

"I swear that man loves his car more than his own girlfriend", you grumbled causing Sam to chuckle but you saw Sam's eyes were still glued to the screen.

"What are you upto? Sammy?" You waved your hands frantically in front of your best friend trying to gain his attention and also annoy him.

"Y/N", he warned but a little smile was playing on his lips, "Y/N come on, let me work".

You pouted at Sam, "Leave that laptop of yours for-"

"Chef Winchester at your service, Ma'am", You were startled by Dean's sudden obnoxiously loud voice.

"Wha-you made this?" You pointed at the plate of homemade burger and looked at Dean who had a proud smile on his face.

"Try it. It's tastes real good", Dean grinned.

"Dude? Where's my burger?" Sam asked making you giggle.

"Are you my girlfriend? Go get your burger from the kitchen", Dean said and pecked your cheek lightly. Sam left the library with a huff. You took a bite of the food in front of you and moaned loudly when it's delicious taste hit your taste buds.

"That good, huh?" Dean smirked.

"Oh God Dean! It's amazing. I love you", You moaned.

"Me or the burger?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows.

"...buhguh", you spoke with your mouth full. Dean placed his hand on his chest and put on a hurtful expression. "And here I thought I will take you out on a date tonight", Dean pouted at you.

Your eyes widened at his words, "What is it Dean? Am I m-missing something? Is it my birthday today?"

"Oh come on. Can't a guy just pamper his girlfriend for a day?" Dean rolled his eyes.

"Not when the end of the world is near", you teased.

Dean sat down on the chair where Sam was previously sitting. "Can we, for one fucking day forget that God is trying to kill us? Chuck is MIA and Sammy is always keeping an eye out for any unusual activity. I just want one day for us. If that's not what yo-"

You silenced him by pressing your lips to his. He pulled you closer deepening the kiss and only let you go when you both felt your lungs screaming for air.

"I love you and I would love to spend an entire day, heck my entire life with you", you smiled softly at your boyfriend.

"Dinner date tonight. Meet me at the garage at seven", he pecked your lips and got up from the chair.

"De, where are we going?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"It's a surprise", Dean winked at you.

"Dean! What am I supposed to wear if I don't know where we are going?" You asked.

"Trust me, you will find the right dress", he winked at you again and sauntered off to somewhere inside the bunker. You went towards your room to find an appropriate dress.

"A date tonight, huh?" Sam smirked at you as he emerged from the kitchen.

"You know it's bad to eavesdrop on someone's conversation?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Shut up but honestly Dean is really happy you know even with the end-of-the-world crap hanging over our damn heads. You both deserve this day", He smiled at you.

"Well you want to clear out of the bunker for tonight or do you have noise cancelling headphones?" You teased.

"Oh I'll be out of the bunker as soon as possible and leave you lovebirds alone", Sam chuckled causing you to laugh with him.

You went to your room and found a box lying on your bed. You suspiciously opened the box to find a beautiful blue dress. Your eyes widened when you realised that it was the same dress you saw at a shop during your last hunt. How did Dean even manage to buy the dress? A note slipped out of the dress when you picked it up from the box.

'Hey sweetheart, hope you liked my surprise. Don't worry, I have a bigger surprise planned for you tonight. Love ya baby"

You looked at the time, you had another two hours to get yourself ready for the date. You had a stupid grin on your face that you couldn't seem to rub off. You had never seen Dean being an adorable sweetheart like this and truth be told, you were already in love with this side of Dean.

Two hours passed by. You got dressed and put on some light makeup. You didn't see Dean in that two hours and the suspense was killing you. You reached the garage as the clock struck seven but you froze when you saw the scene in front of you.

Dean was all dressed up. He was wearing one of his FBI suits without the tie and that made the look so much better. There was a table set in the middle of the garage. How did he bring the table up here? Or was it already there? Dean was arranging the chairs and he didn't notice you. The clicking of your heels made him look up at you.

"Hey sweetheart you look beautiful in this dress", Dean smiled at you and came closer, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Wha-what is all this, De?" You looked at Dean.

"Do you like it?" Dean caressed your cheek with the back of his hands.

"I love it", your eyes turned moist, "I love you so much Dean Winchester".

"I love you too, sweetheart. Come on let's go to the table. I made your favourite for the dinner", Dean slowly guided you towards the table.

You took a seat at the table but you froze when you saw the man in front of you. It was not Dean.

"Surprise Y/N", the man in front of you smirked, "Nice dinner date Dean arranged for you. I always knew he was a hopeless romantic".

"C-chuck?" You got up from the chair, "Dean?! Where is he?"

"Dean? He is right behind you", Chuck pointed.

You looked behind you to see Dean lying on the ground writhing in pain. You rushed towards him. "H-hey", he managed to speak out.

"What did you do to him? Sam?" You called out.

"Sammy is not here. Remember you told him to clear out of the bunker?" Chuck shrugged. You looked at Dean and noticed that your hands were red. Blood? You turned Dean on his back and saw that he had a large gash on his stomach and blood was seeping through it.

"Is this your grand ending? To kill us when we don't have our game face on? You coward", you eyes were starting to tear.

Chuck didn't say anything but let out a dark chuckle and snapped his fingers. You looked up and saw Chuck had disappeared.

"Dean? Hey, hey, stay with me. You're gonna be fine, okay? Cas, I hope you can hear me. I need you right now", you prayed. Tears were now flowing freely down your face.

"H-hey s-sweetheart", Dean's breathing was laboured, "Pr-promise..me, you won't do anything s-stupid. P-promise me, y-you w-will take c-care of Sammy. I-I lo-love you s-so m-much...i-it's going to b-be a-a-alright".

"No no no, De. Keep your eyes open. For me please. I love you. You-you are gonna be just fine", You wrapped your arms around him, "Damnit Cas, where the hell are you?"

Dean gave you a bloodied smile and his breathing became shallow-

You woke up with a gasp. You realised that you had been crying in your sleep. You wiped the tears from your eyes and got up from your bed. You reached the library of the the bunker and saw Sam sitting at the table nursing a glass of whiskey and occasionally rubbing his temples.

"Don't you think it's better for your headache if you go to sleep rather than staying up all night drinking?" You asked.

Sam turned around and gave you a sad smile and you could see his eyes were red indicating he had been crying. "Why are you not sleeping?" You kept quiet. "Bad dream?" Sam asked you softly and that simple question made the walls that you had been putting up since that fateful day break down. Tears started streaming down your face. Sam got up and pulled you into a hug, trying to soothe you. But you needed him. You needed Dean.

"I know we gotta a-accept t-the fact that h-he is not co-coming back", you hiccuped, "b-but I-I can't. He's gone, Sammy. H-he is gone".

"Hey, hey, shh..shh. No one's telling you to move on right now. Take all the time you need okay?" Sam's voice was soft, "We both are hurting now but you know what I'm proud of my brother. He saved the world once again. He defeated Chuck. He-" Sam's choked on his voice.

"I'm proud of him too Sammy. He is a h-hero", you sniffled into Sam's chest, "I love him so much. It hurts, it hurts really bad. He left me a note, you know", you pulled out the note from the pocket of Dean's flannel that you were wearing.

"We're gonna make it through this. Together. Dean would want that for us to finally live a happy life away from this hunting but you can take all the time you want, okay?" Sam assured you.

You showed the note to Sam. He read and pulled you into a hug again. A single tear rolled down the younger hunter's cheek. You clutched onto Sam as if your damn life depended on it. You closed your eyes and remembered the words on Dean's notes.

"Hey sweetheart, promise me you won't do anything stupid. Promise me, you will take care of Sammy. I love you so much. It's going to be alright".

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Being Crowley’s daughter and dating Jack Kline would include...

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Of course you were half demon, your mother was human but died when you were 10

You met the boys way back when you were a teen; maybe around 15 years old in season 8 or 9

You were half demon but your mom showed love, taught you to give it back and be kind

You were the ultimate princess of Hell duh

While the boys were hesitant around you, they eventually grew to love you

And ohhh...your dad always threatened them if you tagged along in hunts

“You let a monster lay one finger on my little bear’s head, and I will end you two.” “Daaaaaad….”

Rowena never admitted it, but she utterly loved and adored you. She thought of you as an apprentice since you sometimes practiced spells with her

During Kelly’s pregnancy with Jack, you became her protector as well as Jack’s

Kelly was also hesitant around you since you were half demon, she didn’t want you to maybe end up killing her and her baby or even using Jack as a weapon once he was born

Just like the Winchester brothers, she grew to care for you too. Kelly knew Jack liked you from the start because he always just happened to kick whenever you touched her stomach

You were there when your dad killed himself for the boys, Sam was the one holding you back

Your dad’s last glance at you was a small, simple smile. “Goodbye boys. Take care of my little bear.”

When he stabbed himself, you screamed so loud that Sam and Dean winced at the pain in your voice

When Cas died a little later, you were crying right next to Dean on the ground because he was practically an uncle to you just like Sam and Dean

You mourned for three people that night; your dad, Castiel and Kelly

You vowed to avenge your dad no matter what, you were angry and sad just like Dean for so long

You never went back to Hell and you were sure that you weren’t even the next ruler of Hell anyway, not that it mattered to you

When you guys found Jack, it was strange to see that he was actually your age

You barely talked to him, angry at him for what his father did to Cas and made your dad do

Soon, you slowly began to open up to Jack more and more because he was really one of the only people you could talk to

His innocence was actually kinda adorable, his questions about life were funny too

“(Y/n), what is this?” “That is a pair of headphones, Jack.”

You were still a little bitter towards him until you literally cried on his shoulder one night about how you felt

“I was too weak to save my father, to save Castiel and soon, maybe I’ll be too weak to save you and the boys.”

You half expected Jack to be a little angry at you but he was actually really kind and gentle about it

That was when you realized you were gaining feelings for the nephilim and you didn’t even bother denying it

Unknown to you, Jack was feeling the same way

Castiel coming back was amazing to you and Dean, your uncle came back from the dead!

“Two salty hunters, a half demon princess, one half angel kid, a guy who just back from the dead. Team Free Will 2.0, here we go.”

But the happiness didn’t last long when Jack ran away because he didn’t want to hurt anybody after he accidentally killed a man

Once you found him again, you almost slapped him and yelled at him

“How dare you leave like that?! Do you know how scared and worried I was for you?!”

That was when you had your first kiss with him

He was trying to calm you down but you just caved in and smashed your lips onto his own

Jack didn’t really know what to do but went along with it anyway since he really liked you too

Rescuing Jack and Mary (the Winchesters’ mother) from the other dimension was tiring but you did end up saving both of them later on

Seeing Lucifer again and Jack went off with him, you felt mildly betrayed and hurt

Lucifer tried to convince his son that you didn’t really love him, that you were just using him to get back at his father

Jack never bought it though, he knew you loved him more than anything

He felt so powerless without his grace, Jack was so tired and all he wanted to do was be with you again

When you were trapped in the church with Jack, Sam and Lucifer, you tried your best to kill the devil with your powers

“Poor little girl…left all alone by her daddy.” “Screw you.”

You felt so weak not being able to defeat Lucifer, so vulnerable and weak

Lucifer finally tired you three out and gave a small proposition; one of you dies by the archangel blade and the other two walks out alive

Sam gave you and Jack the blade and told you to kill him but you weren’t having it, so you took the blade from him and pressed it against your own stomach

“I love you, Jack. I love you both so much.” “(Y/n) no!”

Just before you could finish the job, Dean came in and began to fight Lucifer with Michael

Jack was holding you from collapsing becuse the blade had drawn some blood

“Why would you do that?” You smiled weakly at him. “Because I’m not letting either of you die for someone as worthless as me.”

The battle was won by Michael!Dean and finally after all these years, Lucifer was dead

The victory was short lived when Michael had taken full control over Dean and left

Dean was MIA for so long and Jack was feeling worthless without his powers, it was all so much

You, of course, comforted Jack about how he felt. He didn’t deserve to have his grace taken away by someone he thought cared about him

You were so scared when his illness was starting to take him over. Jack was dying and there was nothing you could do to help

When Jack died and went to Heaven, his own Heaven was with you and the boys until he (sadly) had to leave it to go to his mother’s

Jack brought you up to her, telling Kelly that he was in love with you to which she just smiled

“I’m in love with her, mom.” “I know, Jack. I know.”

Rowena was used as a suit for Michael and when he went to attack at the bunker, Jack killed him and gained his grace back….at the cost of burning his soul out

Soulless Jack was saddening to you, he was empty and wasn’t the same boy as before

You weren’t even sure he loved you anymore since he couldn’t feel anything at all

You set your feelings and concerns aside and continued to act the same as you normally would with Jack in your relationship, but it was never the same

After he killed Mary Winchester, you became much more worried about his condition and mildly scared at his actions

Jack being locked away by Sam and Dean was torture to you. Yes, he didn’t have a soul anymore but he was still the same boy you fell in love with. You missed him

When he escaped, God/Chuck came back and was the one who told you that you needed to kill Jack or it could be very dangerous

Instead of Dean, you were the one holding the gun to Jack’s head while he kneeled on the ground, ready to die

In the end, you couldn’t kill him. He was still Jack, he was still your everything and still the love of your life

But before you knew it, Chuck killed Jack himself and raised the souls from Hell

As you and the boys were trapped in the tomb with no way out, you sobbed and mourned over Jack’s dead body with his eyes burned out

The amount of anger you had for Belphegor when he had the audacity to use your boyfriend’s body as a vessel was only felt once for when your dad died

Sealing off the town was hard enough when you had a demon in your ass the whole damn time. Belphegor never left you alone

“Hey sweetheart...” “Belphegor, I am half demon and I will literally send you back to Hell no matter what.”

You went with Belphegor and Castiel down to the rupture in Hell in order to finally get rid of all the ghosts and souls

While down there, you found out that Belphegor was really planning on sucking up all the souls to be as powerful as God

You managed to get him down and punched him so many times that his lip was bleeding and his sunglasses came off, showing Jack’s full face

“Please (Y/n)...stop. It’s me...Jack.” “....You’re not him. And you’ll never be him.”

You killed Belphegor using your powers and needless to say, Dean was not very happy about going off-plan (which was stupid to you because you would’ve had to kill the demon anyway)

You had never felt so depressed and empty in all your life. Your mom and dad were dead, Rowena was dead because of the spell she had to use and Jack was dead as well. Everyone you ever loved was dead and you were just an empty shell of who you used to be

But when Jack was resurrected by Billie the Reaper, you felt the same way as Dean did when Cas came back

It wasn’t until you realized that he was the exact same as before, soulless. You couldn’t bare it, Jack didn’t love or care about anything anymore.

As much as you still loved him, you finally broke things off with him because no matter how much you tried to deny it, your old Jack was gone

When those hellhounds were after you all, Sam and Dean were the ones holding the doors shut while you, Jack, and Cas were in the main part of the chapel trying to activate the Occultum...until Jack swallowed it

“Where’s the Occultum?” “I ate it.” “YOU WHAT?”

Just before the hellhounds could maul the four of you to death, there was a bright light that killed them and Jack’s unconscious body appeared onto the floor

Later, Jack was found awake in the bunker’s kitchen, crying to himself and Cas told the rest of you that his soul has been restored

You couldn’t help but let a small tear escape your eye. Jack was so innocent and new to the world but already was introduced to so many horrible things within three years

You loved Jack, and you always would no matter what happens to him or you

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Despair (15×18) Episode Rant :

SPOILERS SPOILERS

- absolutely loved how dean just immediately jumped in to protect jack, "we're not giving up on you" it proves how whatever dean was doing, he was clouded by his hate of chuck and he just let himself be manipulated by that. plus, obviously, how he hurt billie just because she wanted to take jack away. i don't know why people aren't talking about how this was a clear change in the dynamic between the two (or maybe a restoring of what had been blurred?)

- SAM AND DEAN'S CONVERSATION in the bunker was so well-written and im so glad dean accepted what he did was wrong and how he let his hatred and anger control him and that was not cool (? idk which word to use). and how sam was still not ready to give up his hope - they had to find another way.

- i could see such a clear and distinct difference between this charlie and our charlie. like, this charlie was comparitively very closed-off and you could see how the brother-sister dynamic did not exist between her and the winchesters. i thought we were gonna get our charlie back, too? but i still do love au!charlie, and im glad we got to see more of her character and personality in this episode.

- cas and jack's conversation 🥺 it was p e r f e c t. the whole "we love you for you" has been long time coming for each of tfw2.0 and im really glad at least jack got to hear it because you could see in that see that he's just a fucking kid and he has to feel this huge burden and piles of guilt of how he destroyed everything and how he doesn't know what things mean for him anymore. cas was such a supportive father in that scene and as i said, the speech was perfect. jack crying and saying "im scared, cas" was gut-wrenching i am so sad for my baby

- my heart just stopped when eileen stopped typing. that was the moment i started sobbing. sam was so, so happy and he just lost it, in the blink of an eye. the broken look in his eyes when he found her phone and the lil crack in his voice, oh my god it killed me. i literally just want sam to scream for ten minutes, i wanna see his rage and his anger and his frustration because he didn't ask for this and he's honestly so, so fucking tired.

on a side note, i really, really feel for sam in these last couple of episodes. he knew it might be the only chance to kill chuck but he knew it would destroy everything they've formed, the family, the home, everything and so he made a choice - the heart choice, but the correct one. i am so heartbroken for sam, equally as much as for dean and cas and i really hope he gets the happiness he deserves.

- the hug between sam and dean and sam's lil breaths because yes, dean's here, he's still here focus on him and then the way dean cupped his face to convey that very emotion. it just showed that whatever happens, he's still sammy's big brother and he's going to protect him.

- "let's go reap a reaper" omg you dramatic bitch, but that line was so powerful. goosebumps. and cas' "i'll go with you, dean" and dean's little nod (this is the first time dean's agreed isn't it?)

- donna hascum you adorable and precious bean. her "anything for you" and the completely earnest and genuine tone. she's my favorite wayward sister and she's so underrated

- sam knows he can't do much right now but he can make his kid feel better. and that's exactly what he did by asking him to drive – it gave jack some purpose, at least for a while, which he believed was lost forever. it made him feel useful. the fact that sam understands and looks out for jack even in the midst of the literal end is so beautiful

- bobby was the light of this episode, "i bought a bucket, just in case" lmao bobby 😂 i love you whatta mood having peeing as the priority

- the scene where everyone started disappearing made my heart hurt, sam's face broke me fuck, you can see the literal moment when he realises what is happening it's so heartbreaking

- ok what was that scene with donna and jack and the plant? why was jack so shocked that the plant died, what was happening there? someone help me out!

- now let's move to dean and cas.

the line "stop killing my people!" hit me so hard oh fuck

dean's lil protective stance for cas, wholesome 🥺

billie was a bamf. iknow they were the villain but d a m n the power

"i've got you" akshhsjsjsjsjsksksks

now the confession. oh my god. fuck. chills. gave me so many chills. i was just hugging my laptop and sobbing. cas saying "i cared about the whole because you cared" and someone finally telling dean that he's driven by love and not anger was SO NEEDED "you changed me, dean" (the parallels during this entire episode 😩😩😩) and dean's reactions oh fuck. you could see the changes so clearly idk why people thought jensen's reaction was not a reaction. dean is an emotionally repressed man who is told by his best friend that he made a deal that could kill him and then proceeds to talk about happiness which sounds awful much like a goodbye and then tells him he's in love with him. you really think dean would've processed all of that information in the span of three minutes? i wouldn't have processed it– i didn't process it.

- THE HANDPRINT 😭😭😭😭

- dean ignoring sam's calls and just sobbing was so raw and the fact that they didn't add any music to it was a nice call because it just made the scene more real.

- EARTH IS EMPTY WHAT? everyone's gone?????? what the fuck!!!!! it's only jack, sam and dean now? and michael AKDHJSJSJSJ

speight and berens did a good job

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

December | Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 8.1k (sorry not really sorry)

Request(s): Can you do one where reader and Bucky are in an arranged marriage so he can be forgiven because she’s Tony’s daughter and Pepper and Rhodey convince her that’s what Tony would have wanted while Harley is skeptical because he loves his sister too much? & I was wondering if I could request one with Bucky Barnes where the reader is just having a rough week and he comforts her??

Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, mentions of therapy, anxiety symptoms, mentions of not eating, mentions of not sleeping, stressed out characters, mentions of grieving, mentions of murder, mentions of fatphobia if you squint, jealousy, comfort, fluff.

A/N: I wanted to write something like this but didn’t really get a good idea until the second request hit my ask box. I decided to mix those two requests because the second furthered the idea of the first and made for a better development in the relationship, I hope you agree. I adored writing for Bucky, kind of in the same way I said I enjoyed writing for Jay.

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Christmas time had once been happy and colorful, magical and joyful. Tony would go all out with the decorations, songs and carols would play around the entire house, he’d build gifts for everyone and try to bake cookies even though he sucked at it. Tony wasn’t there anymore, with him many things had vanished— you would have given them all and so much more to have him back, so your sister would get to grow up with her dad, so you wouldn’t hate the holidays, so Pepper could be happy, so James would get what he truly deserved from whom should be there to forgive him.

Speaking about James, you hadn’t seen him much since the beginning of the month. It was for the best for both, an arranged marriage of course wasn’t ideal for anyone but you were mourning your dad still, and he was trying to get to know himself and gain agency— you hoped thing would get better.

The house was too big for you two, most rooms weren’t even used. You only entered the kitchen, the laboratory, and your bedroom, he’d enter the kitchen, the library, and his bedroom. The living room hadn’t been used yet, no visitors had been received in the few weeks you had been married. You weren’t even sure you’d decorate the house for Christmas, the press would talk but they always did either way.

Homesickness had always been a funny term for you, home had never been a place. Home was laughing with Peter, bickering with Harley, spending time in the lab with Tony, gossiping with Happy, bonding with Pepper, joking around with Rhodey, getting to know Morgan. Home broke when your dad died, and no matter how hard you tried to act like it could be glued back together, a big chunk of the puzzle had been lost and couldn’t be had back.

You wondered what home meant to your husband. If like you he considered his friends to be home, or if he still considered his family home even though so many years had passed. The spurs of empathy and curiousness you got out of nowhere in his direction didn’t surprise you, but you didn’t know if they were out of line.

It didn’t matter, you never told him anything— you didn’t think it was appropriate, and you felt extremely confused regarding a lot of things. You didn’t know him, he didn’t know you— you both had heard about the other because of mutual acquaintances and what the press and history books said respectively. You were living with, and married to, a stranger for whom you had a soft spot because your dad would’ve had it too.

Bucky checked every room out of habit as soon as he got to the house, not physically tired yet mentally burned out. He was aware that you weren’t asleep, he actually was concerned about how much time you spent entrenched in the laboratory. The kitchen was as immaculate as every single night, there was a note on the refrigerator door that said you had left dinner for him in a container— you always did that, he didn’t know why, but he appreciated it.

Despite how delicious the meal looked, he skipped it. He didn’t feel worthy of it, especially not that day. Letting the lights turn themselves off, he ventured further into the house, he didn’t deserve to get to live there either. He didn’t deserve anything you were doing for him— he had asked why before, and your answer had surprised him so much he didn’t dare fight you on it. You had been too nice, too kind— Sam had said you had always been like that, he believed it, he simply didn’t think he should be the target of it.

He went to bed that night with that weight on his shoulders, the sleeping pills didn’t work on him due to the serum so he didn’t even try to take them. You had offered to find a solution, to patent a proper composition that’d have an effect in his brain. He had told you it was okay, that the therapy was enough. He wasn’t sure you had believed him, but you never pressed on subjects.

It frustrated him sometimes how patient you were, you never forced him to talk or to go places he didn’t want to, you never complained about the noise his arm made even though with how empty the house was everything echoed around the entire property, the few instances you had both arrived at the same time you hadn’t thought he was paranoid when he told you to wait outside while he checked everything was okay inside.

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You watched him carefully, concerned to no end. Sam had texted you earlier, asking if you had fought with your husband. You hadn’t, you two didn’t even speak much. James didn’t acknowledge you, no matter how little you blinked, no matter how hard you stared.

One thing was him being reserved, other him being so distant Sam was worried. It was clear he wasn’t taking care of himself, you saw it in the bags under his eyes and the amount of food he left untouched, you had heard him pace his room way too late— or too early, who were you to judge?— and you could feel the anguish irradiating off him.

Theories, one worse than the other came to your mind. December was a tough month, he had lost a lot, he was new to a fair amount of things, he was in an unfamiliar house with a stranger, he had responsibilities on his shoulders as an avenger...

Intuition, it truly never failed you. Even in death, Tony was right, even in death his reminders to always trust what he lightheartedly called your superpower resonated in your head, seeping into every ventricle of your heart the hardest you thought about it, only making you miss him more. But you could put it to the side, at least for now, to follow the other thing your dad reminded you the most, not with only words but with his actions: give people your best efforts.

“James?” you timidly spoke to keep both of you from wincing. It often happened, after prolonged moments of silence your voices would bounce against the walls and the two of you either winced or jumped.

He sat up straight, “is there something wrong?”

“Not with me,” you assured, walking closer to where he was. “Are you okay?”

You heard him swallow saliva before he nodded. Still, he didn’t verbally confirm it. He had never been uncomfortable under someone’s gaze, at least he didn’t remember an instance where it had happened— then again he couldn’t be sure. His bloodshot eyes found yours, tired blue orbs fixed on sad (e/c) ones.

“It’s December.” That was all he said.

With a light sigh, you sat down on the couch in front of the reading chairs. “I know...” you trailed off for a moment, not sure asking would be a good idea. James put the book he had been reading to the side, letting it down on the coffee table although his eyes never left yours.

“I—“ he shook his head, “do you—“ words weren’t enough, questions would fall short. He couldn’t say it, discussing things meant they were real, it was too much to be real. The guilt felt heavier every time he was in your presence, and he knew he deserved it even though you had once said it wasn’t his fault. He was failing you by feeling so bad, it was tearing him apart— he couldn’t do anything right, part of his mind swarmed with thoughts and ideas as the other yelled at him for focusing on something else.

The signs were there, his shaky hand, the harshness of his breath, how his gaze became more distant as the seconds passed. You moved quickly, squatting down once you were in front of him, placing a hand on the arm of the chair to steady yourself as you worriedly looked at him. “James,” you murmured, “follow my breathing, okay?”

He did his best, more stressed out now that you looked so concerned. Everyone he knew had told him the marriage would be beneficial for him, that he deserved someone like you— he didn’t think so, and it didn’t matter. What did matter, however, was how confusing your worry was. You didn’t know him, yet there you were reminding him how to breathe, your eyes never being taken away from his face, your voice steady even though he knew you were tired.

Bucky didn’t feel the tears stream down his cheeks, he didn’t catch the sobs escaping him. He was too worried wondering why he was getting things he didn’t deserve to realize he so desperately longed for being worthy of said things.

You, on the other hand, were unsure as to what to do. You didn’t know what made him feel better nor how to comfort him. The best idea you had was granting him privacy while you brewed some tea. You had observed he avoided coffee, probably to also avoid what you had just witnessed.

The thought of calling Sam to ask what to do crossed your mind. You discarded it because it clearly had been something too personal and you didn’t know if James would feel comfortable with his friend knowing. The tea was ready rather quickly, it didn’t really give you time to find a proper thing to do or say to help him— it wasn’t time for questions.

Truly hoping he wouldn’t feel judged or ashamed, you carried a tray back to the library. The fact that his panic attack had taken place there only heightened your worry, the library seemed to be his safe place in the household and you had been comfortable with him spending most of his time there just because of that.

You put the tray down on the coffee table slowly, trying not to make too much noise. He was staring at you, his eyes now more red than earlier, with a handkerchief in hand.

“It’s peppermint,” you let him know, voice soft. “Do you want some sugar?”

“Please, one.���

You silently prepared his cup first, allowing him to take it himself once the sugar had properly dissolved in the hot beverage. Nothing else was said that afternoon, there would be time if needed. At that moment what both of you needed was peace, something he too seemed to think by the way he simply sipped his tea and slumped onto the chair.

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It all came to light in the middle of one night. You were in the kitchen, preparing some coffee, when Bucky stopped in his tracks at finding you there. He had avoided you at all costs for the past three days, something you tried not to take the wrong way when you two didn’t really speak much.

You left some coffee for him in case he wanted a mug and wished him a good night as you retrieved yourself back to the laboratory. He watched you go, staring at the spot you had been standing in for a little too long.

He filled a mug with the coffee you left for him, hurrying to follow you downstairs. You were already inside to which he had to punch in the code. Surprised by the fact you had given him the actual code to enter the laboratory, he stepped in with hesitance.

He felt alone, the guilt had turned to anger as the days passed. He could’ve spoken to Sam, but telling him what was going on would mean hearing the same as always— that it wasn’t his fault, that he needed to be kinder to himself.

You were surprised by his presence, yet you didn’t mention anything about it. You let him have the first word, get comfortable, anything he wanted honestly.

Bucky just watched you for a while, drinking his coffee while you worked. It wasn’t the first time he was in the lab, but it was the first he saw how you worked. It was so different from what he had experienced in The Compound where the only people to ever use the lab anymore were Bruce and Peter, this felt personal. He could tell it was important for you although he didn’t know what it was you were working on— you never told him much about anything, he had stupidly never asked either.

“Will you...” he rasped, clearing his throat before continuing, “will you continue with Stark Expo?”

Pepper had asked you the same, and you had told her you would need to carefully plan it just to not make her feel bad. “I don’t know,” you confessed to James, for some reason thinking he wouldn’t judge you. “Should I?”

It was his time to be surprised, not expecting his opinion to be asked, not by you. He considered it, torn between it being a good idea and the memory of having attended one back in the day. “Only if you want to.”

“I’m not at the level the Expo needs. Maybe Harley and Peter are, but me? I’m trying to fix the antibiotic crisis when Howard many years ago had a prototype for a fucking flying car which by the way does still exist!”

“It failed.” At the confusion clear on your face, Bucky explained, “the prototype of the car, it failed at the expo. No one really cared.”

You nodded and nothing else, it dawning on you that he had been there. Tension filled the room, the thickest it had since you met him. He stared at you, waiting for you to say anything, while you avoided looking at him at every cost.

“It’s messed up, I know,” he said bitterly, “me telling you I attended your grandfather’s expo only to kill him years later.”

At that, your head snapped in his direction. “We’ve talked about that, James.”

“It doesn’t change it, (y/n), you’re living with the person that killed your grandparents and beat up your dad.”

You swallowed harshly, the image of a beaten up Tony stumbling into The Compound crashing over you. You sighed deeply, “I wish you could’ve truly met him.”

“Who?” he lightly tilted his head to the side in confusion.

“My dad.” You made a motion with your hand so he’d take a seat. He complied. “I know everything that happened in Siberia, and I know how much it affected him.” James looked down, your hand immediately flying to be placed on his knee, an attempt to comfort him that you knew not always worked— you wanted it to work, though, desperately for whatever reason. “Not giving you a chance affected him too,” you added, “he would’ve sat down with you and talked about it if he had had the time. I’m sure of it.”

“He shouldn’t have,” his voice shook, “I made him an orphan.”

“HYDRA did.”

He stayed quiet, in part because it was true but most importantly because you looked like you wanted to say something else.

“Howard was irresponsible in general, and...” you scoffed, “I don’t have very good opinions of him, Maria sounded like she was a great person who tried her best and he put her in danger by carrying a super serum widely coveted by many people while on a trip with her. He was an awful father too...” he placed his flesh hand on top of yours, encouraging you to continue speaking if you wanted. There were clearly many things he didn’t know about everything, and a few times Sam had told him that wasn’t okay when it came to his wife. “My dad was put through a lot by Howard, things that haunted him until the day he... sacrificed himself. I struggle to feel empathy for him, I understand why you feel guilty and why it was wrong— yet I think a lot of things would’ve been better if he was a better person.”

“I feel terrible,” he openly spoke, “I think I always will feel like that and sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe. I see your dad’s face sometimes, his reaction...”

“You both were victims, directly at least.”

“Do you wish you had met your grandparents?” he asked after a few seconds of silence. He had wondered about that since he met you, since you defended him by claiming he had been a victim of HYDRA in front of Ross.

You shrugged, “Howard would have probably hated me for being a woman, or for not being the daughter of a marriage.” He opened his mouth, but you spoke before he could, “if they hadn’t sent you, they would’ve sent someone else. I hope you understand that.”

“I know.” He exhaled, his heart beating fast. Bucky was scared of what would come next, thinking you’d say something else.

You didn’t, you just stared back at him like he was doing at you. If you knew him, even a little, you would be aware of what to say, what to do. It was your time to feel guilty for not trying in months.

After asking the AI Tony had designed just for you to make a copy of your progress and save it, you nodded upward. He took the hint, the warmth of his hand leaving the back of yours as he retired it before standing up.

The two of you talked until sunrise about inane topics, just to pass the time as a pair of friends would. You weren’t ready, for whatever reason, to speak about more personal subjects. And it was okay.

Learning you didn’t blame him at all for your grandparents' death, not even around the date he had murdered them, took a huge weight off Bucky’s shoulders. It also lessened the tension between the two of you.

❆・・・・・❆ ・・・・・❆ ・・・・・❆

Sam’s teasing had Bucky considering murder. He regretted telling his friend about how worried he was about you because Wilson couldn’t stop asking suggestive things.

He had asked Sam for advice as soon as he arrived at The Compound because he thought his friend wouldn’t find his worry weird. The truth was that Bucky was a little more than worried, he was considering finally asking you why you were so tense all the time— well, not all the time but very frequently. He was now mad at himself for not going to Carol, she wouldn’t have teased him, nor given him tips— although Bucky had to be honest with himself and accept he’d welcome Carol’s insight over Sam’s when it came to you. Sam always spoke as if you were romantically interested in him, something Bucky didn’t think could be possible.

The truth was that when his therapist told him the marriage would be an opportunity for him to have a sense of normalcy he started to see it as something positive. But his view of it changed when he met Harley who had reacted weirdly to the news of the engagement. He didn’t stand a chance against someone closer to your age, someone you truly knew, someone you mentioned in almost every conversation.

He had hoped a mission would come up before the weekend, not because he didn’t want to spend time with you but because he didn’t want anything to feel awkward. You had mentioned wanting to continue your dad’s tradition of visiting shelters and making sure they had everything to provide good wintertime and overall holidays for the people who saw themselves having to spend those days there and while Bucky thought it was a great idea, in his opinion you needed distressing first.

When he said goodbye to everyone at The Compound he received more teasing comments and looks, annoying him to no end. The main reason for his annoyance was that for any other person a weekend of volunteering with their spouse would mean an amazing time with their loved one, he wished he could have that. He wished that for a moment he could simply be a married man giving his best to his partner, but it couldn’t be that easy, not for him.

You stared at him while he helped you to wrap gifts, truly analyzing his features. Only an extremely stubborn person would say James was ugly, and although you had always been stubborn that was too much even for your standards. It was almost painful, being married to someone as attractive as him only by luck.

The carefulness you had to have while planning the wedding so no one would find out it was an arranged marriage had been exhausting. You had panicked just by imagining how the world would react if they knew the truth. You could hear them laughing at you because the only way you were getting married was through an arrangement, you could read the think pieces using you as an example to motivate women to lose weight to avoid being in a loveless relationship instead of encouraging them to love and accept themselves first.

Pepper sat you down one afternoon while Happy took Morgan out for ice-cream and told you to try and see him with romantic eyes for your mental and emotional sake. She meant well, you knew, the problem was that developing feelings for someone you didn’t know was never a good idea and it sounded even worse when said person wouldn’t have been close to you in any other instance.

James was so careful while wrapping, he clearly wanted everything to look perfect. He had started humming an old song, probably without even realizing it, and you were honestly relishing on the melody. You let him be, wrapping at your pace which was much more slower than his.

You were so worried about the gifts not looking like they did when your dad delivered them that you would spend an absurd amount of time in each. The memory of those afternoons when he gathered Pepper, Happy, Rhodey, and you to help him was painful. You wondered how it would be like to have him there at that moment, if he’d hum along with James, if he’d make you two dance in the middle of the living room, if he’d scold you for not decorating the house. You supposed he would, you liked to think he’d be happy to spend time of quality with James— you were scared of it being wishful thinking, but you knew Tony better than anyone and he would’ve understood James in ways you never would be able to.

“(Y/n),” he called for you, making you crane your neck to look at him. “Is something bothering you?”

You shook your head, “why?” your voice hoarse.

He put the ribbon in his grasp down, his worried eyes never leaving your face. Slowly, he extended said hand, his flesh one, his palm landed softly on the side of your face and his thumb brushed your skin. “You’re crying, doll,” he explained in a soft tone. The pet name slipped, but he didn’t care.

You looked down, ashamed of not having realized you were crying. His touch was firmer now, your face instinctively leaning into it. That made it worse, you didn’t remember the last time someone had touched you— now that you didn’t live with Morgan you didn’t get her daily hugs nor kisses, now you didn’t have Pepper to hold your hand when you had a bad day, you didn’t have Happy who would let you rant to him, and you didn’t have Tony who was such a loving dad that he’d do all of those if needed. You were fully sobbing, and your husband was simply letting you do it.

Bucky wasn’t sure of how to comfort you, but he couldn’t take it. Injustices had always bothered him, all of them, made his blood boil. He found your suffering one of the most painful injustices he had ever witnessed. It truly made his heart clench, watching you in that state. The helplessness it brought him was inexplicable, he felt the need of protecting you, of making it right. His metal index was softly placed under your chin once your sobs simmered down, trying to gain your attention. It took you a moment to be able to look at him, sight clouded by tears.

“I’ll bring you some—“ he didn’t finish his sentence when you shook your head against his hand. “You don’t want Kleenex?”

You didn’t want the warmth of his palm to be absent and you weren’t sure of how to explain that to him without weirding him out. “Just... wait a little.”

Bucky nodded, not fully understanding but open to give you whatever you needed. He couldn’t help but think about Steve at that moment, how his friend had such a soft spot for Tony. He had never been able to grasp the depth of their connection, but he felt that he was close now that he had spent some time with you. In a way, he was experiencing raw feelings for the first time in decades, and it was so curious how his experience mirrored the one of his best friend and how a Stark was at responsibility.

“Why don’t we take a break?” he offered, “you need some rest, and I wouldn’t say no to a cup of hot chocolate.”

You shook your head again. It was too soon, you had a lot of things to do still, tons of gifts to wrap. You felt like a child, torn between wanting to abandon everything and to cry. Your bottom lip trembled, his metal hand landed delicately on your other cheek— he cradled your face, brow furrowed as he gazed at you.

“Tell me what to do,” he begged. It was truly tearing him apart, he could take the guilt of everything he had done under HYDRA’s control but he would never be able to live knowing he hadn’t been there for you. It was a discovery that he had to put to the side for a moment, it wasn’t the time to lose himself in his own mind to try and decipher what he was feeling.

“I don’t know,” you confessed. “I’m just so... so tired, James.” Sniffing, you blinked rapidly so the tears brimming your eyes would fall and let you look at him, “I’m sad, I miss my dad, I feel alone...”

He pulled you in, allowing you to cry on his chest. He was unsure of what else he could really do, he of course wondered if it was his fault that you felt alone but it wasn’t as relevant when it had already happened. Sam always told him to focus on what was going on in the moment so he could make better decisions in the future and this was the first time Bucky fully understood what his friend meant by that.

Your arms wrapped around him, surprising him. You were a little shocked when he didn’t flinch nor stiffen in your arms, positively shocked. It was a relief, hugging something that wasn’t a pillow for the first time in weeks. He hugged you back, tightly, making you cry even harder. Bucky curled around you, the side of his face falling on top of your head.

Once your crying had ceased, none of you said anything for a while, there was no need. He continued holding you, you unconsciously started rubbing his back. He sighed against your hair, giving you goosebumps.

You turned your head, your cheek pressing against the now wet material of his sweatshirt. “Do you still want that hot chocolate?”

He hummed, still not letting you go.

Bucky didn’t think he’d see you under so much stress after that day, he was making efforts to make you feel less lonely and getting to know you in the process. He’d ask about your projects, and your day, and your tastes— he’d also tell you the things he knew about himself and had even discovered a few while talking to you.

In his opinion, things were going better between you two. The weekend of volunteering had been amazing, he had feared some kind of rejection or nasty looks but he had only received welcoming comments and thankfulness for being an avenger. You seemed happy with that, something that warmed his heart. He was still coming to terms with his newfound emotions, but he wasn’t in a hurry.

Typing the code to the lab in, his eyes widened as soon as he entered. Your desk was a mess full of papers and mugs, you were sat on the floor with your legs intertwined and even more papers scattered around you. You looked up to see if he needed something and he saw the bags under your eyes even from afar.

“I just wanted to check up on you,” he explained himself although he didn’t have to.

You nodded your head and went back to the papers around you, putting your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Did you sleep last night?”

“No.”

He sighed. You two had made a compromise of being more careful with your sleep schedules and actually getting your insomnia treated. “Why not?”

His question was everything you needed to let it all out. “Stark Industries’ Christmas Party is in less than a week, I need to finish this project before that day because after that the whole staff is on holiday break and Pepper says I need to be more involved, I have been trying to build a gift for Morgan but I’m very bad at that, press is all over me for not decorating the house for Christmas and I feel like I’m going insane.”

Bucky blinked at light speed, trying to catch every word you said. He had never heard you speak without pauses and when everything you told him dawned on him, he approached you. Squatting down, he carefully piled the papers around you up and placed them on the unoccupied chair. “Come, take a break.”

“I can’t, Bucky,” both of you stared at each other in surprise. It was the first time you called him by his nickname. You didn’t know how to feel about it, but he was thrilled. He enjoyed the tone of your voice when you said it, even if at that moment you were too tired and the words came slightly slurred.

“You can,” he insisted before you could say anything else. “I promise I’ll help you with everything once you get at least some food in your stomach.”

You continued staring at him. Bucky stood on his feet, offering his hand to help you up. You ignored the gesture, used to doing it just that so the other person wouldn’t say anything about you being too heavy. It took you a little bit of effort to stand up, not because you were too out of shape but because you were extremely dizzy.

He put his hand on your back to steady you, guiding you directly toward your bedroom. Confused, you sat down on the bed. Bucky took his cellphone out and asked if you were craving something in specific. When you said you weren’t, he surprised you for God knows which time in the past week by saying he’d order your favorite.

He didn’t let you take a shower until you showed signs of being able to stand on your feet and even then he offered to help you. Bucky didn’t realize how the comment would come out until the words had slid past his lips, but you didn’t seem to mind— you were probably too tired to mind them. Still, you didn’t accept his help.

The idea of tiptoeing around your own house like you used to do as a child gave you a specific type of thrill. You were aware of having promised your husband you would get more sleep every week, but you were so stressed out that you couldn’t conceive it. Your time would be better spent in the lab, continuing working, than tossing over the bed every five minutes.

Blue eyes glowered at you, prompting you to hold onto the doorknob to steady yourself out of how abruptly you had stopped. Bucky crossed his arms, his body blocking your way to the hallway. “Why are you awake?”

“I could ask you the same.”

“Making sure you don’t kill yourself out of exhaustion.”

You sighed, starting to get slightly annoyed. “I’ve had a shitty week. Can I please just go and finish—“

“No,” he nodded upward, “get some rest, I already promised I’ll help you. Tomorrow.”

“I can’t sleep,” you said, defeated. He stood silent, eyes now avoiding yours as he seemingly tried to find a solution.

“Try again, please.”

You glared at him but he ignored you, not moving an inch. Even more defeated now, you walked back into your bedroom. Bucky stared at you, seeing you sit down on the bed with your back against the headboard.

“You can come in if you want,” you told him, not really wanting him to go.

Bucky uncrossed his arms before stepping in. He closed the door like he had observed you liked it to be and took a seat on the chair from your vanity, not taking his eyes off you.

For a few minutes, the only thing you did was stare back at him, not sure as to what to say. He wanted you to sleep, and to be fair you wanted to sleep too but you were so tired that you couldn’t.

The room was getting colder which lead you to cover your legs with the duvet. You wondered if you should ask him if he was cold, then realized it could come out as you thinking he didn’t feel things in a normal way. God, you sometimes hated that about you.

Patting the bed beside you as you still looked at him, you hoped he wouldn’t take it the wrong way or stand up and leave for that matter. His eyes moved toward your hand as if to make sure he had understood correctly.

Very slowly, he approached the edge of the bed. You followed his movements with your eyes, your stomach flipping as he got closer. Bucky kicked his shoes off, deciding he wouldn’t say no to have some company and be warm at the same time. He sat in the same position you were, leaving enough space between both of you to not make you feel uncomfortable.

You took the freedom of covering his legs with the duvet, not really doing anything else. “Thank you,” he murmured. Your answer was a hum.

From his peripheral view, he could see how tense you were. He hoped it wasn’t because of him, but decided not to ask in case it was— he wouldn’t take it well.

Your hands were itching to touch him, to cling to him like the time you cried on his chest. It scared you sometimes, realizing how easily your feelings toward him were blossoming; Pepper would be thrilled, you were terrified. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own— or maybe not and you just needed an excuse— and the gap between your bodies got narrower.

Bucky inhaled deeply, trying to keep himself from touching you and ultimately failing. Soon his arm was around your shoulders and your head against his pec. You snaked your arm around his waist, unintentionally pulling him as close as possible.

The position made him grasp how stressed out you were, you looked comfortable and had even embraced him but still, he could feel your tense muscles under his arm. “Do you want to talk some more about your week?” he asked softly.

“It was bad,” you deadpanned. “Just... really bad.”

His free arm wrapped around you too, his body slightly turning so both of you would be more comfortable— and warmer—. “When I was a kid and I couldn’t sleep, my mom used to sing to me. I would do that but I don’t want to ruin your earshot.”

You chuckled, hugging him tighter with now both arms too. “You’re doing enough. You’re very nice to me.”

“It’s the least you deserve.”

“And the most I deserve?” you asked jokingly.

“The universe and more.” Bucky wished he could give it to you, he truly did.

❆・・・・・❆ ・・・・・❆ ・・・・・❆

He had stupidly thought things were changing, that a month that had started so horrendously could become the best in his whole year. Bucky should’ve known better, should’ve known his place.

He smiled at Morgan who was giving him a resume about the week she spent with Pepper’s parents. In the meantime you were talking with Harley and Peter, of course you were. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten about Harley for the past two weeks. He felt dumb for holding any kind of hope you would eventually feel the same way he did.

Bucky didn’t even understand what you saw in Harley, there was nothing wrong with him but there wasn’t anything spectacular either. He didn’t consider himself a good prospect, but he had to give himself some credit and accept he had some qualities. Maybe you didn’t see them like that, maybe you wanted someone less serious, or more normal.

The entire car ride was silent. You didn’t think much of it because of the time, it was a little past midnight and Bucky was probably tired after everything you two did that day. The two of you had been invited to The Avengers’ Christmas celebration which had taken place in the afternoon so you woke up early, prepared what you would take to both celebrations you would attend, attended the first, went back home to pick up what you would need to take to Pepper’s house and went there.

He didn’t wait for you to leave the car before unlocking the door which for you confirmed your suspicions of him being extremely tired.

Closing the front door behind you, you put your purse down. “Is there something wrong?” you asked him, unwrapping the scarf from your neck.

He glowered at you, his chest rising and falling shallowly. “Of course not.” Bucky stomped his way to the kitchen, not really able to keep himself from doing it.

You followed him, the scarf still in your hand as you tried to find a hint of what his problem was. Bucky stood with his hands against the counter, looking down at the granite. He was trying his best to calm down, to rationalize with himself that it was better that way.

He couldn’t stop replaying it in his head, your hand on Harley’s bicep and your melodic laugh as the idiot told a very annoying joke that wasn’t even funny. Not even Peter had laughed, for goodness sake!

“Bucky?”

He clenched his jaw. Every time you said his nickname he felt his heart skip a beat. “What?”

You exhaled loudly, exasperated. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m tired.”

“I should’ve listened to Harley when—“ Bucky’s groan interrupted you. Frowning, you put the scarf down. “Go to sleep if you want, I’m sorry for keeping you up.”

“That’s not it!” he turned his head to be able to see you. “I don’t care if you keep me up all fucking night.”

“What is the problem, then? You’re clearly... annoyed.”

He was more than annoyed. His stomach contents felt like burning lava and he was one more mention of Harley away from breathing fire. “I don’t know what’s going on between Keener and you, but it’s... annoying as you say.”

At first, you assumed you had heard him wrong. Replaying his words in your head a few times proved you otherwise. “There’s nothing going on between me and him. Why would you even think something similar to that?”

“You talk about him every day, for starters. And when you see him you’re very affectionate, and you laugh with him and at his jokes! And he hates me, why would he hate me if there’s nothing going on between you?”

Scoffing, you shook your head. “Harley is like my brother. He was there for me when dad got stranded in space, the five years Peter was missing. He made me company the first weeks after dad...” you cleared your throat to ease the lump forming in it, “you know what I mean.”

“I thought Peter was like your brother.”

“He is,” you clarified, “but it’s different. Harley isn’t a superhero, I didn’t meet him as one either. He’s been always just Harley— I never had that before.”

Bucky nodded. His eyes focused again on the granite. He felt slightly better to know Harley wasn’t his competence, but the thought made him feel sick at the same time. You were a person, and lost In his desire of being seen in another light by you he seemed to have forgotten.

“I wouldn’t cheat on you, you know?” you whispered, a little uncomfortable with the topic. Coming to terms with having feelings for Bucky had meant coming to terms with the fact that they were one-sided and that meant that you had to avoid certain things like talking about feelings or sexuality in general.

“It didn’t annoy me because of that.”

“Oh.” You felt stupid for even saying anything. “Okay.”

He pushed himself off the counter, squeezing his eyes shut so he wouldn’t have to see your reaction. “I wish you spoke like that about me. That you didn’t see me as the guy you’re keeping away from jail and nothing else.” Bucky swallowed his spit, “I’d prefer being in jail now than continuing living like this, actually.”

His words were a punch to your gut. You weren’t sure if he meant what you understood or not. “I do speak about you,” you confessed, “not often because I don’t talk to many people but I do.” He pressed his lips together, the action prompting you to get closer. “Bucky, open your eyes. Please.”

His eyes fluttered open, already brimmed with tears. “Now what?” His voice was a little shaky, breath getting harsher.

You offered your hands to him. He took your left one in his right, but you didn’t lower your right. He stared at it and then carefully took it in his metal one. “You’re more than the guy I’m keeping away from jail,” you assured him. “You’re the person I live with, sure, but that doesn’t define you. You’re the most patient person I’ve met, an avenger, the guy who loves maths and history even though they’re a weird combination— you’re pretty smart now that we’re at it... you’re very strong in every capacity, and so kind one would think you’ve never experienced hardships. I admire that, a lot.” It was amazing how in some ways he reminded you about Tony, only cementing the idea of how easily the two of them would’ve gotten along if they had had time.

He let the tears fall down his cheeks, his hand gripping yours to make sure he hadn’t imagined your words. You intertwined your fingers with his metal ones, gripping said hand tightly while he with his flesh one gripped your other one. You continued speaking, your voice becoming smaller as words you didn’t want to muster slid past your lips, “I’ll see what I can do so we can get a divorce without you going to jail.”

He shook his head effusively, his crying getting louder. “P—please don’t.”

“Bucky, you don’t want to continue living like this, you said it yourself.”

“When I say like this I mean—“ he sniffed, “as we do. Like... I—“ Bucky was afraid of saying it, of the rejection that would come with it. “I want you to see me as your husband. Well, like your actual husband and not the person you’re legally tied to. I thought you were starting to do it when we fell asleep together.”

You let his words sink in completely, a relieved exhale escaping you when you fully grasped their meaning. “I do see you as my husband, I didn’t think you were interested in seeing me as your wife.”

Bucky dropped your hands in order to hug you so effusively that he lifted you off the ground. Upon realizing that, instead of putting you down he spun you around as couples did in movies— it was cheesy and he loved it, he loved to know it was okay for him to do that; that he could now feel romantic enough to want to have those kinds of gestures. You were shocked, being a bigger woman meant never being carried by anyone and of course when you were a teenager you had dreamed of someone once being strong enough to do it.

Both of you giggled as the spinning slowed down, your arms now around his neck out of instinct. He gazed at you with a smile on his face, it fully reaching his eyes. He had never looked more handsome than at that moment, happiness suited James Buchanan Barnes like no other thing in the world.

“Are you going to kiss me or not?” you blurted, heat crawling up your neck as you processed your own words.

He did kiss you, soft lips caressed yours as his embrace tightened around your thick middle. You kissed back, a hand sliding into his hair. Your legs ended up being wrapped around him, his hands supporting your back while he deepened the kiss.

Biting his bottom lip, you pulled on it. He groaned which soon became a whine when your lips completely parted from his. You needed to catch your breath, something that he didn’t seem to really struggle with, you supposed it had to do with the super-soldier serum. Your fingers didn’t stop caressing his hair, just like his lips didn’t stop making contact with your face— he kissed every inch of it, not able to help himself and smiling on your skin.

He breathed a laugh, “I’m getting sleepy now.”

You snorted, “put me down, then.”

Bucky didn’t like that idea. Instead, he shifted you to be sure you were securely around and against him. “Did you lock the front door?”

“I did.”

Humming, he walked out of the kitchen with you in his arms. One of the thousands perks of having StarkTech in the house was the intuitive lighting which he found life-saving because he tended to forget to turn off the lights— and now because he could leave rooms with you in his arms without worrying about it. You didn’t fight him on it, instead, you enjoyed being carrying around and rested your cheek on his shoulder.

Bucky stopped at the last step. “Your room or mine?”

“Whichever you like more,” you answered, realizing you would probably sleep in the same bed again.

“Yours smells like you,” he pointed out.

“Sleep there and I’ll sleep in yours,” you joked.

He grunted, walking toward your room. “I’ll be there, you can take a whiff off me.” You burst out laughing at his choice of words, choking on said laugh when his hand left your back in order to open the door. He laughed too, “I won’t drop you.”

“I’m not sure I believe you.”

He smirked to himself, kicking the door shut once inside the room. You unwrapped your arms from around his neck, your legs slowly sliding off due to you thinking he’d put you down already. Bucky saw it as a good opportunity to drop you onto the bed, his lyrical laugh filling the room at your squealing.

Immediately, he hovered over you, his eyes still crinkled from laughing and lips in search of yours. You kissed him briefly, one of your palms resting on his chest to put some distance, “I need to change my clothes before one of us falls asleep,” you explained the gesture before he could even think anything about it.

It didn’t take you long to get changed. Too eager to once again sleep in Bucky’s arms, you were ready in record time. He didn’t bother to go get changed, he always slept in boxers and an undershirt and assumed it was okay for him to do so with you too.

Both of you sighed contently when he wrapped his arms around you under the covers, his fingers skimming your tummy as he sighed against your neck.

“Aren’t you cold?” You inquired, worried he’d get sick by not sleeping in the proper clothes.

“No,” he kissed the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “You’re keeping me warm.”

Humming, you placed your palm on his bicep before asking the AI to turn the lights off. In any other moment you would have been terrified of someone touching you, feeling the softness of your body without more in between than a piece of cotton, or the irregular parts of it. But this moment, it was different, there could be thousands of reasons why but probably the most important one was the fact that Bucky was becoming home too.

[aw-eather]

Heather Watches SG1: s1ep4 The Broca Divide

On todays episode of Heather doesn’t have anything better to do with her time and wants to re-watch episodes she’s seen 8 times/in the last 2 months, I will be rewatching Broca Divide and giving my thoughts in the form of dot points. It makes me laugh, it makes you laugh apparently and its just a bit of fun. I will try and put these all in one place at some point so we can find them all. 

Warning: I don’t like Daniel in this episode (or most for that matter) so if Daniel is your fave, look away!

Really pretty shot of the mountain

dress blues fuck

they look so good

like really fucking good

Sam is like “sir did you just sass the General?”

she just rolled her eyes at him and did the little grin when he joked about the names being too complicated she’s so cute and adorable

Jack looks really really good

Like they both look so fucking good in those dress uniforms 

I have a thing for uniforms apparently 

but they both look good in dark blue its not my fault

Sassy Daniel

Silly Daniel (not my perscription)

Silly Jack making Sam smile (why doesn’t the MALP have one of these?)

I love them already

She’s so young.. such a baby space hero

FLYBOY

my cuppa tea is STRONG i messesd up

Night vision cam

Whomp they got jumped 

Yeah shooting works too

They were PEOPLE, Daniel.  Come on, i was starting to like you

CREDITS

I have VERY strong memories of waking up as a kid and walking past a tv that had been left on and seeing these exact opening credits when I was a kid. 

AMANDA YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

especially that shot of them coming through the gate with the purple sky, I strongly remember that. 

Does Daniel ever know whats going on/what it is/where they are/what it means? 

I also call it rape and agree we should stop it fuck you Daniel, wtf?!?!?!

I don’t care if you think its how pre historic men mate, its fucking rape you ass hole what the fuck  This isn’t a prehistoric time, you didn’t time travel, you can interfere. How Sam did not deck you at all during the last two episodes is BEYOND ME 

The Untouched. 

ooooh sun

JACK AND SAM BEING ADORABLE AND JOKING AROUND STOP MY HEART I LOVE THEM

I remember when my friends and I watched this and we were joking about how Jack went grey really quick and @allofthecaffeine said it was because he had to parent Daniel. I died

Scruffy Jack looks SO FUCKING GOOD WTF

he is so aesthetically pleasing honestly

Jack stop being sarcastic

Daniel stop

You’re not gonna find out why now either, Daniel. No body cares about the bulls.

I mean I kinda wanna know but not the point

Thats a lot of yes sir from Daniel, sto being a tit. I know you wanna look at this shit but its not what you’re actually there for babe. 

Daniel stop interupting ffs shut up

Jack wake up honey

Uh oh

Marine looks unhappy 

Sam’s little smile I love her

Jack doesn’t sound happy but he will be. He will learn to love his scientific girlfriend and their archaesologist son

“please release me, Lt. Johnson” Teal’c is everything. He’s the best. I love Teal’c. 

Makepeace being Makepeace

Teal’c just stops the punch with one hand like its nothing lol “I would prefer to not hurt this man” lol 

Daniel helping Sam out cause he’s a good friend, kinda sweet

Jesus those poor guys 

Sam rushing to help because Sam is the best

oh FUCK 

LOCKER SCENE

OH SHIT

TANK TOP

WE ALL DO

TANK TOP

NO NOT LIKE THIS JACK O’NEILL DID YOU JUST ADMIT TO HAVING THE HOTS FOR YOUR 2IC?? 

CAUSE I MEAN SAME BUT YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO

TANK TOP

HE PUT HIS FACE VERY CLOSE TO HER NECK THERE FOR A SECOND FOR NO REASON, HE WAS THINKING ABOUT IT

I wonder how many times they thought about hooking up in locker rooms after this... 

just a thought

poor Sam is always getting tied down to be... I am gonna choose not to finish that sentence

JANET

JAAAANNNNEEEEEETT

LOVE OF MY LIFE

LIGHT OF THE SGC

TINY DOC AS I CALL HER

love the explination of the iso rooms like we needed that info

she looks sso good

she eserved so much better

excellent observation hun, I would never have guessed

strongest offspring huh

JACK GETTING DEFENSIVE ABOUT SAM

SHE SCRATCHED HIS NECK MY GOD

FUCK OFF DANIEL “YOU POOR MAN” GET FUCKED

SHE’S NOT YOURS TO CARE ABOUT 

OH SHIT JACK HE DIDN’T QUITE DESERVE THAT MUCH OF A BEATING YET

LEAVE THAT UNTIL S8

JANET

SHE IS SO PRETTY STOP IT

I MISS HER

Had to pause cause my mum’s making coffee and my kitchen/lounge are one room

So how we all doing? 

My aunt has turned up to use my oven because its better than hers

I might not get to finish this yet fam 

I’m back 

I got lunch

“never seen anything like this on earth” honey you are dealing with ALIENS

Of course you haven’t!

Why you explaining the names, didn’t y’all have a debrief. 

MR TEAL’C STOP IT THATS SO UCKING CUTE jANET NO

First of many new plaugues, Hammond, don’t stress. This is just a normal day in the office for you

Janet’s hair is so bouncy I love her

Poor Jack

He’s having a rough day which isn’t unusual but its rough

Hammond stop stressing, you will be FINE

JANET’S S M I L E

I love her so much she deserved the world

Just the two of us suck it UP DANIEL 

Once more unto the breach

Thats a great episode of Sanctuary actually. One of my faves

“we dumped them in a small room” lol Teal’c you the best

Daniel ffs 

Guns again

to be fair they’d frighten me off. P90 is a big fun

so I guess it checks out

uh oh daniels been taken

what a shame

Oh Hammond poor thing

Aww even like this Jack is adorable 

RDA sure is a good actor just saying

lol neck scratches ;) 

Sorry I’ve said it like eight times but Janet is so, so beautiful. 

Permanent brain damage? Sounds like a normal day in the office for these Space Babies

Always the hero, Jack

AW he touched her face

STOP IT I LOVE HER SO MUCH I CANNOT BREATH I’M GONNA C R Y

i love the language in SG1 and all the Goa’uld words

Poor Teal’c. They were v rude to him

YAS TEAL’C BEAT SOME ASS SO PROUD OF YOOOOOOU

GET THAT BLOOD

To be honest, I would have left Daniel behind but apparently we don’t do that... so 

SAM NO

POOR BABY

LIGHTLY STABBED

POOR SPACE BBY

MR. TEAL’C JANET STOOOOOP I CAN’T 

lots of big words Janet, stop with the big words

more big words

of course he’s sure, he’s Jack, he wants to help everyone... 

well... not everyone but thats fine

LUCY I’M HOME

I AM NOT LUCY

Oh for crying out loud count is at two this episode 

the gate spinning is their entire budget lets be honest

SAMMY

As if Daniel would be d...i guess he’s usually dead, isn’t he? Never mind 

“Daniel you dog, keep this up you’ll have a girl on every planet” WHERE IS THE LIE

WHY IS EVERYONE ATTRACTED TO DANIEL WHEN JACK IS RIGHT THERE I DO NOT UNDERSTAND 

More bulls

I love this guys crop top 

also those blues are really pretty

Daniel is gonna need a new uniform, thats ones a bit ripped up

S C I E N C E 

“There’s our boy” SEE HE IS THEIR CHILD

Aww those little happy grins 

he looks so pleased

OG MY GOD

YES YOU DO REMEMBER

HOWS THE WOUND

WOUND

GOT STABBED IN THE STOMACH

THERE WONT EVEN BE A SCAR

GOOD. i WAS WORRIED YOU’D NEVER WEAR THE TANK TOP AGAIN

I N N A P R O P R I A T E 

I N S U B O R D I N A T I O N

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH JFC ITS BEEN 4 EPISODES AND I CANNOT HNDLE THEM

stop flirting with your 2IC but actually never stop

marry her

Final Thoughts

Janet is the light of my life

she deserved the world and was paid dust

fuck the powers that be

how dare they

this episode is so cute and fun

but semi-serious

but like... fun?? IDK i really like Broca Divide

prescious babies are precious

they love each other so much already

TANK TOP!SAM

DRESS BLUES!SAM

DRESS BLUES!JACK

ok i’m done

Alright friends, lemme know what you think of this episode. That was fun, I love it so much. Its so fun jumping back from s4 Atlantis (where I’m currently up to) to watch s1 SG1 Sam because she’s such a baby and so precious and now she’s a LEADER bless her 

[brw]

Natasha Romanoff and Gambit for the character asks ♥

natasha

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

she is = very inch resting! tbh i could be crazier about her because 😔 scarjo is uh Questionable™ but! she is fun she kicks ass she doesn't take shit she punches men in the face and she says robot rights so like! she's a vibe! a good assassin i enjoy 😊

ship with: shshhshehe clint and natasha is genuinely sweet! they're both,,, edgy but on opposite ends on the edgy spectrum? they're fun they're nice i enjoy a dynamic duo. also shsjehhe low-key her n sharon?? read a fic where they. were dating and i'm 🥰🥰 they weren't the central focus but it was a VIBE.

friendship them with: her n sam n steve! honestly they would make a good ot3 but i would need to read some of that b4 i make any decisions but! a concept! they're all SO chaotic together it's. jnjsjsjshs. and idk why but i only see her n bucky as just good friends who occasionally fuck??? like idk their romance doesn't compel me much but their relationship as a whole does? make it make sense lmao but! they're good friends! also in comics she's p good friends with vision which is sweet 🥰

general opinions: woman with Gun™. she is cool but she deserves less titty shots and more shots of her standing over dead bodies with a gun i think. very badass she is cool i appreciate 😊

remy

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: OFC his gf rogue! they're SO sweet together and DEFINITELY one of the most iconic marvel couples. he definitely gets pegged and honestly what an icon 😌✌️ looks like he doesn't wash his ass but thats because he's french he can't help that. BUT ALSO. him and lucas/bishop?? GOD TIER. they are,,, SO good. bishop deserves more love i think let the strange rat cajun man give him a kiss please. enemies to friends to lovers they are so good please consider them. also read a few remy/logan fics which were cute! admittedly it didn't stick but i appreciate 😊 he is a rat but he is a lovable rat please consider him.

friendship them with: LAURA. he is SO kind to her it is ADORABLE n sweet my man is doing his best they are good friends and i care them 💕 sometimes a family is you your wife your angry short canadian boyfriend your lesbian daughter who is a clone of your boyfriend and that's ok!!! summers-grey who i only know lebeau-howlett family sorry 🤙 /j also him n jubilee is VERY good i appreciate them i appreciate him.

general opinions: rat. rat man. rat man who gets pegged. bisexual but marvel doesn't want to say so 😔 he is a bastard and i care him. wouldn't spend time with him because he would steal my wallet and i have like £40 quid in there for Things That Bring Me Joy but hsjdjdjdje he is Good Boy. deserves a kiss i think.

put a character in my ask box

[parkersvibes]

finding out peter is spiderman

read part one here

a/n: omg guys. i got so much feedback from you all on part one so i decided to make a part 2. and yeahh i really hope you guys enjoy. if you do lmk and i’ll do a part 3 (:

(i also apologize if the read more doesnt work )))): )

warnings: fluff, a smidge on angst

pt 2. peter parker x stark!reader

• figuring out he was spiderman

• alright you’re a stark

• but no one knows that

• but you’re really intuitive

• so there were little things you started to notice

• after uncle ben died there was some weird shit (if you want a part ab comforting peter ab uncle ben lemme know. he deserves his own part)

• like how he stopped wearing his adorable glasses

•and i guess started almost bulking up????

• he got WAY taller

• and usually you’re used to seeing him shirtless but this one time you walked in on him

• holy mother of god

• IT WAS LIKE HE GREW ABS OVER NIGHT

• BECAUSE FRESHMAN PETE DID NOT HAVE A 6 PACK

• freshman peter also got winded walking up the stairs

• AND NOW HE’S RUNNING LAPS IN GYM LIKE ITS NOTHING ??

• must be nice

• but then things got more sus

• all of a sudden he was skipping class more

• leaving early

• cancelling study sessions and skipping movie nights with ned

• and you and ned were clueless

• you and ned started hanging out more

• MR. LEEDS IS HILARIOUS LEMME TELL YOU

• he was like this little ball of happiness

• you found out his real name is Edward

• HOW CUTE

• and WOW HIS MOM BEING FILIPINA MEANT THAT YOU WERE BEING FED ALL THE TIME OH MY GOD

• ngl pete got a bit jealous

• one night,,, when pete cancelled YET AGAIN

• ned asked you, “hey y/n?”

• “hm”

• “why don’t we ever hang out at your place”

• “i told you ned, my family is just a lot yanno. plus your family and may are really cool”

• “okay but how come you don’t have any social media under your name?”

• “wdym?”

• “like you go by ‘y/n Smith’ but everything that pops up on the internet isn’t YOU”

• “pfff i told you,,, i dont believe in that stuff”

• “y/n, you know you can tell me anything”

• you wanted to be honest. this was one of your best friends. and you’ve been lying to them about your family for over a year now

• “ned i just. it’s complicated”

• “like peter’s family?”

• “nonono, i’m lucky to have both of my parents- well i have a step mom. my real mom wanted nothing to do with me. so she left me on the steps of my dads house. never came back”

• “oh shit bro, i’m sorry”

• “nah don’t worry. my dad is really cool and my step mom... she’s awesome.”

• “what’re their names”

• NATASHA WAS GONNA KILL YOU IF SHE COULD SEE HOW BAD YOU WERE STRUGGLING

• “well- uh- my step moms name is,,, um. well her real name is Virginia”

• THE WORLD KNEW PEPPER AS PEPPER NOT VIRGINIA

• “and my- my dads name is ehm... st, steve???”

• natasha was gonna have your ass

• “y/n,,,”

• “yeah”

• “you’re a horrible liar”

• “PFFF WHAAAT? NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT”

• “dude you left your spiderman fan tumblr open on my laptop that one night,,, and i MAY have done some snooping”

• okay you mightve had a slight obsession with the webslinger. HE WAS COOL. and what better way to keep track of him without alerting your family,,, good ol tumblr

• oh god ned, HOW MUCH SNOOPING”

• “enough to know that you have a weird obsession with that spider guy and that your last name isnt smith”

• so you told him the truth. you were a stark

• and well,,, he reacted with

• “okay cmon,,, don’t lie”

• so you showed him your late night dance parties with Nat when she was feeling goofy

• and your random snaps of steve when he was trying to figure out how to work technology

• videos of you reacting to vines with bucky

(if yall wanna see domestic life with the avengers just lmk)

• which usually results with THE WINTER SOLDIER ALMOST PEEING HIS PANTS. and trying to reenact it with sam or the other avengers

• “heyheyehy y/n guess what?”

• “what bucky?” *is in the middle of doing hw*

• “FRESHOVACADO” *bolts out of the room before you throw something at him*

• only the two of you getting vine and meme references

• (meaning getting in trouble during meetings bc you’ll make eye contact and start laughing)

• OH HIS FAVORITE IS THE “country boiiii, i love you,,, 😛”

• anywaayyy

• ned was SHOOK

• “nowayohmygodyoureanavenger”

• “no ned,,, only when they need me to be”

• *led to him asking 100000 questions*

• “does Mr. America smell like old man”

• “what language does Ms. Widow think in”

• “how many shirts does Mr. Hulk own”

• “so do they wear normal clothes or are they always PREPARED”

• “does your dad have to walk a weird way when hes in his suit”

• “do they ever chafe in their suits”

• “yes ned. we’re stocked up on baby powder”

• which you didnt mind bc it felt nice telling the truth

• ned WANTED TO TELL PETER SO BAD

• “ned no, i don’t want him to think of me differently”

• he understood. but still defended peter and said that hed still treat you the same

• anyway,,, peter started showing up with bruises and stuff which had you v concerned

• “pete what’s up? you’ve been avoiding ned and i and you have skipped out on every movie night since sophomore year started”

• “t’s nothing. dont worry ab it”

• “peter cmon, it’s just me”

• you figured maybe it had to do with ben??? but you gave him his space. you just wanted to be there for him yanno. you didnt want him to shut you out

• “Y/N I SAID ITS NOTHING. FOR FUCKS SAKE CAN YOU LEAVE ME ALONE???” he snapped (and not in the good way)

• and this was on your way to class so the whole hallway heard

• ouch

• so you left him alone. probably more than he meant. but it hurt

• i mean he was your first friend here, and now he yelled at you to leave you alone

• ned felt awful at first. trying to comfort you and tell you it wasnt your fault

• but then he started acting weird. whenever you brought up peter hed be super antsy about it

• you- “i think he got into another fight or something”

• ned- “pFFT PETER? FIGHTING? no way,,, i got-i gotta go”

• so you figured that whatever peter was hiding, ned knew about,, which also hurt your feelings

• so you closed off

• and wow could the super family tell something was wrong

• wanda- “little stark, i can feel your sadness all the way to my room”

• sam/bucky/rhodes- “okay what’s the deal, we’ve played 5 rounds of fortnite and you havent once rage quit even though you’re doing terrible”

• tony- “kid, what’s wrong? everyone here can tell you’re not feeling great”

• nat- “cmon. ive given you 3 opportunities to kick my ass and you havent once complained about me going easy?”

• thor- “lady y/n what is causing you distress? not once have you smiled, i even wore my hair in pigtails,,, and that seems to always do the trick”

• and you gave the same response every time “‘m just tired” “lots of homework”

• they noticed you werent going out on weekends anymore

• so tony figured that your friend group and you were having some Stuff

• pep gave him an idea of meeting his new prodigy

• now tony knew it’d be kinda sus because peter went to midtown but he figured that if the kid kept his mask on it’d be fine

• “dad i don’t wanna see another one of your weird maid robots”

• “wha- no i want you to meet someone”

• “dad college isn’t for another 2 years. if it’s your friend from MIT-“

• then right before your eyes was the insect boy that youve been admiring through the internet

• needless to say

• your jaw dripped

• “y/n meet spiderling, spiderling meet my daughter y/n stark”

• *seconds pass*

• “i uh- oH- um- sp-spidERman, h-hi. biG fan of you- your work”

• *silence*

• you- “oH dad diD you hear th-that? moM is calling mE”

• tony- “what?? pep wouldve called on the interco-“

• spiderman- “y/n”

• you- SHOOK TO THE CORE BECAUSE YOU KNEW THAT VOICE. THAT WAS THE VOICE THAT SOUNDED LIKE HONEY BUT COULD CUT YOU DEEPER THAN ANY WEAPON IN YOUR HOUSE

• you- “p-peter???”

• tony- *shocked pikachu face* “you know each other???”

• you- “so-something like that yeah”

• peter takes off his mask

• “ohmygodpeterisspiderman”

• “ohmygodyourlastnameisntsmith”

• tony- “im gonna let you guys figure this out” *walks backward slowly*

*insert silence*

• you- “so this is what you were hiding, huh?” with a cold tone

• “IM HIDING? YOU LIED ABOUT YOUR WHOLE HOME LIFE TO NED AND I”

• *yelling at each other for another minute. even though you couldnt hear what the other is saying*

• you- *yelling loudest “I DIDNT WANT YOU TO SEE ME DIFFERENTLY OKAY”

• peter- “you really thought id do that?” (heartbreaking voice)

• you- “i- once i got to know you, i knew you wouldnt but i was scared. i didn’t know how to tell you. for once in my life i had found someone my age who liked ME for ME. not for my name or money or my dad. and i didn’t want to change that. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner”

• peter- “... i get what you mean. after ben died everyone gave me that look. except you and ned.”

• you- “why didn’t you tell me”

• peter- “everyone i love or ever cared about dies. my parents and then my uncle ben. so once i got my abilities i knew that the risk was even higher and i didn’t want to put you in that position. i wanted to keep you safe. but it seems like you know how to handle yourself” (referring to the fact that you grew up with THE EARTHS MIGHTIEST HEROS)

• y/n- “so how come ned found out?”

• peter *scratches back of neck* “well- he- i- May let him in my room and i happen to be crawling on the ceiling in my suit and he dropped the death star” *head hangs in shame*

• you had to giggle at that i mean CMON

• you stepped closer to him

• “pete you’re my best friend. you can tell me anything okay?”

• “no more secrets?”

• “no more secrets”

• and you both pinky promise and your thumbs “kiss” bc IF THEY ITS THE ULTIMATE UNBREAKABLE VOW DONT @ ME

• peter parker gives you the biggest hug that maKES YOUR HEART JUMP BC PHYSICAL CONTACT WITH A PERSON AS PRETTY AS HIM MAKES YOUR HEART FEEL A CERTAIN WAY

• but you wrapped your arms around his neck and enjoyed the moment

• wow he is really cozy

• * the avengers are watching from the cameras in awe*

• led to MANY questions at dinner

• and so everything went back to “normal”

• it wasn’t until you went to bed that night that you realized peter said the L word

• WHAT

• so much for no secrets

taglist: @silver-winter-wolf @emmmmszy @everythingaboutnothingsstuff @rexorangecouny @wishiwasanavenger @marjoherbo @nologinisoksothatsit @mindset-jupiter @hpnjrph @soup238

some favs/mutrals: @h-osterfield @starksparker @stuckonspidey @sunshinehollandd @keepingupwiththeparkers @hey-marlie @spyder-bites

[thewolfbit]

Thoughts on 801

I missed a TON being off Tumblr for almost a week, and I’ve been trying to go through everything in the tag but failing miserably (bc you all ROCK at generating new content, and I am so well fed!!!!). So this is probably really repetitive and jet-laggy, but here are my thoughts (they may be a bit out of order):

Arya Stark!!!! I SHRIEKED

Then my heart broke because she sees some of the most important men in her life again, and none of them see her, and honestly that scene was really painful??? Her reaction! She was so disappointed and it HURT.

D is upset the smallfolk of the North don’t like her, but then her dragons swoop in and TERRIFY everyone and she has SUCH a satisfied smile... like omg HBO is dark!D on main now I guess??

JON AND BRAN REUNION. Jon quickly falls into the “he’s weird but we still love and accept him” group with Sansa and Arya

JON AND SANSA HUG WAS SHORTENED!!! WTF Y’ALL. I’m mad about this!!! Why did they shorten that amazing reunion 2.0 after hyping it so much?? Idk I know they shoot it from multiple angles, but it just seems really strange to me to edit and prep two different versions to air for no apparent reason. (Also, were they for sure the same footage? For example, D and Jorah start walking, but don’t unclasp their hands like they did in the teaser... idk, I need to watch it again when my brain is done being jet lagged.) 

^ Has GoT done this before with any other alternate footage that’s only used for promo?

D: “JON TOLD ME HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE.” That’s it. That’s my take on this line.

D finding out about Viserion being turned was... rushed... I felt like this should have been a MUCH bigger moment. But—

Sansa and Tyrion reunion. Either Tyrion and Jon are both turned into devoted idiots in D’s presence, or they’re playing at something. Sansa sees through that shit with Tyrion!! I drank grape juice (no wine, I’m jet lagged!) to salute her in this scene

ARYA AND JON REUNION. While parts of this were great, I felt so bad for Arya here!! She deserved a real, wonderful, drawn-out reunion like Sansa and Jon got, instead of two seconds of loveliness and then “help me with Sansa and my gf” 🙄 Jon I get that maybe you’re trying to get on Arya’s side and be co-conspirators again like you were as kids but KNOCK IT OFF, you’re annoying me in this episode. #sansadefensesquad (which Arya is totally a part of and DON’T FORGET THAT)

Oh no the dragons only ate the equivalent of 100 human meals today!! 😢 The dragon flying scene was honestly so cringey I felt like we were watching a completely different TV show. Why TF would D just be like “hey ride my 2nd dragon”??? There wasn’t even any pretext?? Like can’t they just throw in a “hey my dragons weirdly like you, they’ve never liked anyone, maybe they’ll let you ride them”?? Anyway I don’t even have anything more to say about this mess of a DotD2.0-setting-up scene other than: IT’S A MESS

Varys: “if you think J*nerys is endgame you aren’t paying attention”

D threatening Sansa. 

N O P E. 

I want to say “TRY IT” but also... pls don’t try it because you’re scary and have WMDs. LEAVE MY GIRL ALONE, she’s trying to defend her home from a usurper, which seems like something you could understand (tbh Sansa has been perfectly respectful... all she is doing is not being friendly!!! What TREASON)

Theon saved Yara!! Wow, super rushed! But OK! Theon is coming back to WF, probably to die by saving Bran or Sansa or something. Sigh. But at least he’s coming back.

Cersei was amazing in this episode. Everything was just so... great. Lena is perfection. Lena is the anti-dragon flying scene. Grape juice all around

Sidenote: some people are mentioning Daario returning with the Golden Company? I need to look more into this, but DANG. That would be interesting. I would love for this show to tie up some of its loose ends

SANSA AND JON SCENE. This is a great scene (even though I was mad at Jon). THE ANGST. THE SUBTEXT. The lines: “You know I do.” “She’s much prettier.” (Aka she’s a pretty version of the Mad King, Jon... it’s not a compliment!!!) and of course:

The Hound’s reunion with Arya... kinda sucked? Idk I know things are Complicated between them and she hated him a lot, but they also had a kind of grudging love for each other after all they went through. I just hated that he called her a bitch. I’m not trying to defend anything the Hound did or said, because it was awful and he wasn’t an amazing role model or anything!! But that’s who he was before, and I sort of thought that after his redemption arc and all that he’d be happier to see Arya. Or at least not call her a bitch, because 

She was a child!!!

He was terrible to her!! She probably would have mercy killed him if he hadn’t been like “I wanted to rape your sister”

If she’d killed him he would be... dead... you’re alive now so calm tf down and don’t call her a bitch!! #aryadefensesquad 

(Also, I’m a bit nervous that they’ll have the Hound and Sansa have a more emotional reunion since they skipped it with him and Arya, and their relationship was even more fraught, so... yikes)

GENDRY AND ARYA REUNION. My Gendrya heart is SOARING!! That shit was cute!!! “You’ve gotten better” omfg Gendry, YOU ADORABLE IDIOT. IMO this was the only good Arya reunion in this episode, sadly

Sam was obviously upset about his dad and brother being executed. Because duh. Jon was upset too. Because duh. Wait until they find out it was execution by FIRE. (I sort of hope Sam doesn’t, because this scene was so sad and I felt so bad for him.) 

I was also annoyed that they made it somewhat comedic with Sam almost getting run over by a wagon and then tripping down the crypt steps or whatever. Sam is an actual human with feelings who just found out his dad and brother died, not just some comic relief 🙄

Sam and Jon reunion! A short nice moment between Sam learning that his family members were killed and Sam telling Jon who his real family members are (...including, coincidentally, the family member who killed Sam’s family members...)

Parentage reveal. I felt like this scene could have been slowed down a bit (and Jon could have shown a lot more consideration of Sam’s news about his dad and brother dying!!), but I get that the audience already knows the truth so they don’t have time to have Sam convince Jon that it’s true. Jon’s first response: “it’s treason.” Aka he’s scared of D’s reaction. Not that he’s gonna lose his relationship with her. Not that he doesn’t think he could be a better leader. But that she’ll turn against him—and now he’s led her into his home.

Jaime rolls up and Bran’s like “HEY PAL.” My guess is that everyone will want to kill him (besides Tyrion and Brienne) but Bran will be like “we need him” or something

Overall, I think the episode had some great Jonsa/dark!D/pol!Jon setup and enough corny J*nerys stuff to make shippers and GA think it’s still a True Romance. 

Stuff I can’t wait for in the next episode:

Sansa(!) and Arya’s reactions to the parentage reveal

D’s reaction, if it happens—Jon might not want to rock the boat and risk losing her support before the WWs come

Varys seeing Sansa as the ruler she is

Jaime swearing an oath to Sansa, Arya, and Bran in Catelyn’s honor

Braime reunion!!!!!

Gendrya moments!!

Everyone saying goodbye to their loved ones before the battle (night before the battle love/passion scenes are MY JAM)

Cersei plotting to kidnap Sansa?

[amwritingmeta]

MCM Comic Con London

Heyyyy, my loves!

I went to my first ever Comic Con on Sunday. I know! First ever?? How could this be? What did you make of it? Did you hug a Storm Trooper? Did you get lost in this huge enormous vast building with huge enormous vast rooms filled with huge enormous vast groups of people? Did you pet the TARDIS? Did you meet RAPUNZEL? DID YOU SEE DEADPOOL?? DARTH VADER?? Did you make a friend? Did you dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?? Do tell!!

Alrighty, then! (I’m afraid I’m going to prove a huuuuuge disappointment) (but there’s Misha panel commentary further down m’kay?)

So, here’s what I learned about myself from visiting Comic Con: I like small, intimate spaces with assigned seating.

Yeah. I know. Told you that you���d be disappointed. 

It’s basically why I haven’t been to Comic Con before tbh. I knew I’d enjoy milling about and looking at merchandise and graphic novels and oh the fan art and seeing the TARDIS (I did see her but I did not pet her) and R2D2 (he moved around and talked to people and everything) *feelings* and passing Darth Vader in the hallway (true story) and just being in a space filled with people nerding out together like YES. My heart was very full. 

But.

(oh here it comes)

My nerdy heart is pretty much sequestered by SPN. While I enjoy the original Star Wars very, very much because epic (obviously) and have enjoyed Doctor Who (on and off) and while I’m a big GoT fan (yes I shall remain so thanks to the books never mind what they did on those final two episodes of the show but also do not get me starts on what they fucking even DID) and I fucking love Disney and anime and animation of any kind, and have a huge respect and interest for the artistry of graphic noveling, that’s just not my world. 

(I do want to start reading graphic novels though and I’ve been so close to ordering the BtVS ones but... anyone have solid suggestions or advice on where to start, hit me up in DM) (I’ve read a few where the art has been unspeakably gorgeous and just mh!)

But because I’m not deep in anything even approaching a multi-fandom attitude, they just don’t grab at me, you know?

So though I’m so fucking happy that I went - truly am (and nope I did not dress up and though I know I’d enjoy it because who wouldn’t enjoy dressing up as Kahlan from Legend of the Seeker? End of the day, the dressing up is more fun when going with a group of people...) (anyway) - it’s not quite my cuppa. That being said, if Misha comes again next year *dirty* then I’m there. I mean, it’s one tube ride from my place. How the fuck could I not? 

Okay, before those three sentences make me say things I’ll regret in the morning, let’s talk about The Panel!

I’m actually going to open with something that Misha kind of threw out there in the middle of the panel because it made me so excited: he may direct in S15! Ahahahah yes please! I really hope he gets to!

Now, what else?

Highlights for me were:

Him talking about the fandom in his warmest tones, which is something he does on the regular, but he spoke of the positivity of the intensity of our community and how he thinks it’s been really cool to be a part of it and to do charitable work together (hundreds of thousands of volunteer hours and millions of dollars into worthy causes over the years, so kudos, guys, kudos) It’s a wonderful, surreal phenomenon. *his words* *and so very true* (and we all know this is how he feels, but it’s always lovely for him to restate it)

Ruth sending a video message and prompting Misha to talk about when Amara carved the I Am Coming message into Cas’ chest (and Misha thinking Lucifer carved the message and promptly dismissing us correcting him) *snortlaugh* Has everyone heard this story? Because I actually hadn’t. That Misha was making corresponding noises and facial expression to really convey the message and the only thing was that the top brass at the CW were conducting their yearly set visit and were, in fact, standing at the monitor watching him. *MCM audience laugh track* *aw Misha*

Talking about how close the cast is and how much they enjoy JiB, and how they laugh themselves into shape in the Green Room every year. Admittedly the six pack is a lie, but the aching stomach muscles are a truth. *not jealous because the rest of us are having Just As Much Fun In Our Corner* >.>

When asked what he’ll miss most about the show: the fun they have on set and the people, including the crew, since they all know each other so well and have grown up together. But also he’ll miss the Supernatural community. He knows it won’t go away immediately, but, as these things go, it will dwindle. He’ll miss the fire and intensity that is there when the show is on the air. 

Which is fair, because there will be a dropping off, there will be a slowing down, it’s inevitable, but I honestly can’t see this family ever just dispersing entirely. And I almost wanted to get up there and suggest to him that they consider keeping the JiB torch burning, because giving this community of ours a few set points of warmth each year where people (if they so choose) get to interact with them while also getting to reunite with people we don’t otherwise get to see often and to have those points of warmth to aim for and gather around is a sure-fire way to keep the flame alive. Right? I’m not expecting them to continue doing the con circuit because omfg no, but to have one or two points a year...

Anyway.

Misha trying to do a Scottish accent makes him sound like a leprechaun with a lisp. *ehehe*

Misha telling us that the writers gave them the option to draw out the story for another two-three seasons, or land it in one kick-ass final season, and they all chose one kick-ass final season, which makes me so happy for them, that they get to finish strong and on their terms. It’s so well-deserved.

(I think I’m just going through the panel moment-by-moment at this point) (the panel was apparently the highlight)

Him talking about The Adventurous Eaters Club - the cookbook he’s writing with Vicki that I cannot wait to read, tbh, because I do believe kids often say no at the dinner table because they’re trying to stay in control of the situation, rather than them not really wanting to eat, and as a grown-up, recognising this and relenting control and allowing them free reign to be a part of building their dinner from the ground up and getting them excited about food and understanding the process of actually creating a meal is so damn healthy. Well, if that’s the objective of the cookbook! Just what I’m taking from the premise, but, hands against heart, I adore them both.

Talking about his favourite vehicles for Cas and saying that he’d love for Cas to get a smart car and squeeze Sam into the passenger seat and omfg PLEASE yes. *the imagery is so  e n t i c i n g*

Going full-meta and talking about Cas’ travails going to get the fruit of life without his wings in S13, looking up a flight on Expedia, sitting squished into the middle seat, saying no thank you to food, getting through customs with that bag of fruit, probably getting held up. (quite impressive actually because this happened more than a season ago and clearly he’s given the story gap some thought) (and he remembers) (astonishing) 

*^^^ sarcasm, guys* *sarcasm* :)

If Cas gets to be happy, he will die (my addition: unless he’s, you know, human) :P

Cas’ wings are rainbow (and I’m immediately thinking of them almost like peacock *shhhh don’t even start* feathers that shift tone in the light so that they shimmer rather than are divided up into single colour feathers in a rainbow pattern) (wow I took that seriously af) (but mh gorgeous wings!)

Maison is a goddamn rockstar. *not literally but internally* :)

Okay, so that’s the panel done. And dusted. *sparkly*

And then I met up with a friend of a friend who I’d actually met briefly at JiB - her name is Katie - and I stood in line with her as she waited for Misha autos and I met the loveliest Scottish bloke named Oliver, mostly because I desperately needed to charge my mobile and just said out loud “Does anyone have a mobile charger” and the blessed man turned around and said “Yes, I have one”, so he lent me his mobile charger and was gushing over his photo-op with Misha (it really is the most adorable photo ever) and Oliver was entirely flustered with happiness and just *my heart strings* and then he fucked off and didn’t come back for his charger! 

He just disappeared! Without as much as a by-your-leave!

So we waited. And waited. It was terrible. Having to stand there. Not knowing. Okay, kidding, but we did wait and wait and tried to look for him, but he just didn’t come back.

But just now, ten minutes ago, he followed me on Twitter!! I just accosted him going OMG IT IS YOU IS IT NOT! Do I have your charger?? And it is he and now I don’t have to have a guilty conscience anymore, though I did ease it by thinking that he was the one who literally effed the fuck off and didn’t return. Anyway. What drama, huh? Guess that’s Comic Con, for you. And I got to add the resolution! *sweet*

It was a grand old indoor day and then we went down to the river for food and lots of alcoholic really-really-tasty beverages and good company. 

The End.

[august-diehl]

Hearless - Part 4

Summary: Bucky was deeply in love with Natasha, but she leaves him for another guy, and he doesn’t know that. After a few weeks in his room, he goes buy a coffee, and he meets you, the opposite of Natasha. He decides to date you, to prove Natasha that he moved on, what will happen when you find out?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Bucky being cute, and Natasha being a bitch.

Tag List: @float-autumn-leave, @sebsunshinestan, @superflashallen, @learisa, @buffy-morgendorffer-01, @ly--canthrope,  @joannie95, @wtfholland, @nikolett3, @buckyisthatyou, @atomicfandombomb, @lostinthoughtsandfeelings, @just-a-littlebit-of-everything, @uservalkyrie, @akamaiden.

Heartless Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Ever since that night on the Tower, your relationship with Bucky blossomed. He put a lot of effort on the dates, he was always giving you flowers, but on weeks days, you and him were at the Tower, watching movies or playing games with the other Avengers. They sorta adopted you, you were great friends with all of them, except Natasha, but she was never there. Sam loved to tease Bucky by flirting with you, and it was up to you to defend Sam from your boyfriend. Steve and Sharon were always asking the both of to do double dates, everyone loved you, and the fact that you were dating Bucky, you were so positive, you were a light on Bucky’s dark life, you were truly an angel.

Bucky often forgotten that his relationship with you was just something to make Natasha jealous, he was comfortable around you, he could be himself with you. Bucky was extremely insecure about his scars and his metal arm, but you reassured him that you found him beautiful, not despite of the scars and the metal arm, but because of it. You always said to him that his scars were living proof that he was able to get free from Hydra, his dark past didn't influenced his personality, he was sweet, caring, loving, attentive, he was everything you could ever ask for. When you told him that, Bucky cried, he felt guilty for doing something so despicable with someone so pure like you.

When he had nightmares, you were always there to comfort him. When he went on missions, he became anxious to have you by his side, he missed you when he was away from you. Your presence calmed him, you were everything he could ever ask for, but he didn't love you. He still wanted Natasha back, and she was furious that he had a girlfriend now. When you were comforting him when he was having nightmares, he imagined that it was Natasha, when he was making love to you, he imagined that it was Natasha, he imagined her sweet sounds, he tried to imagine her in your place.

But you had a place in his mind, and possibly his heart, but it was a small place, every time that Bucky tried to give his relationship with you a real chance, Natasha did something to allure him back to her, she was like a siren, and he was a sailor, so blind, that he was willingly walking in a trap. Natasha was very sutil on her seduction, it was a hug that lasted a little too long, when he asked her to pass the salt, and their hands touched. You were oblivious to all of that, but Sharon wasn’t, she didn't know what Natasha was planning, but she wasn’t going to let her get in between your relationship, Sharon became protective of you, and she would protect you, no matter what.

Summer vacation was coming and Tony wanted to rent an island so everyone could relax, Pepper helped him finding the perfect one, and he invited all of the Avengers, including Clint who was retired, but he told him that he couldn’t make it. It was now movie night and everyone was at the living room, you and Bucky were cuddled up in the couch, Sharon and Steve were sitting together, Wanda and Vision too, Sam, Bruce, Natasha and Thor were sitting on another couch.

Tony walked in with Pepper, he was going to give the news about the summer vacations. He was extremely excited about this trip, the Avengers were never able to have a summer vacation together, because they always had other plans, individually.

“Everyone, if you have any plans for vacation, cancel it. We’re all going to an island together, and it’s going to be amazing.” Everybody already agreed with the vacation, it was an island, who wouldn’t want to go?

“We’re all in, Tony.” Sam said, he was excited about the summer vacations, and Tony was paying for everything, it was even better.

You were excited to go on vacation with all of the Avengers, and your boyfriend, your summer vacation usually are very boring, but not now, that was going to be the best vacation you had in your life.

“Great, pack your things, we’re leaving tomorrow night.” Tony and Pepper went to the bedroom, they wanted to pack soon, so they wouldn’t forget about anything.

Everyone started to go to their rooms to pack, there was only you and Bucky on the living room now, he was admiring you, your beauty, you came into his life out of nowhere, but he was glad that you showed up, liking or not, you helped Bucky heal his broken heart, that was why Bucky decided to give his relationship with you a real chance. You were in love with him, and now he was going to fall in love with you.

“Why you’re staring at me?” You asked playfully, Bucky smiled, he didn't realized that he was staring.

“Just your beauty, doll.” Another thing that Bucky loved about you, you simply adored the nicknames he called you, Natasha wasn’t a fan, she tolerated them, but she didn't liked them.

“Aren’t you a charmer?” You kissed him, and Bucky put your thighs on each side of his legs, you could feel his cock getting hard, so you needed to stop him.

“What happened?” He stopped kissing you, but he was peppering kisses all over your collarbone, and neck.

“I need to go to the doctor tomorrow, we can’t do that today, sorry.” You wanted to, but your birth control was making you a little sick, so you scheduled an appointment with your gynecologist, so you could change the birth control.

“Are you okay?” Bucky was concerned now.

“Yeah, I just need to change my birth control, the last one was making me sick.” You explained, and Bucky nodded. It was you that explained everything about birth controls, because that wasn’t a thing in the 40’s.

“Okay.” He kissed you one more time, and he carried you bride style to the room.

“Are you always gonna do this?” You asked laughing, Bucky made a tradition to carry to the bedroom, he thought it was romantic, and he loved carrying you around.

“Yeap.” He replied, giving emphasis on the ‘p’.

You and Bucky slept a little bit after that, you had an early appointment with the doctor and both of you needed to organize things for the trip, Bucky was excited about this trip, he was finally allowing you in his heart, he would allow himself to fall in love with you, but a small part of him was considering the possibility of he could be already in love with you, you were everything he needed, and more than he deserved, he would be a fool of not being in love with you, slowly he was forgetting about Natasha.

***********

You went to the doctor, you were the first patient he was seeing, it was good thing because that would give you plenty of time to pack your bags, the receptionist told you to enter the office, your gynecologist was already waiting for you. You explained to him that your birth control was making you sick, and he gave you the option of taking a shot of birth control, you would be covered for three months, and wouldn’t need to take birth control every single day, you were thrilled and he gave you the shot at that moment, it hurt a little bit, but not too much.

After the appointment, you went home to pack your bags, it didn't took you long enough, it was an island, you packed mostly bikinis, and a few dresses. You went back to the Tower, Bucky sent you a text, begging for help, he had no idea what to pack, you laughed and took a cab to the Tower. You were there after ten minutes, when you entered Bucky’s room, you saw clothes everywhere and a very angry Bucky, laying on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

“Bucky?” He looked at you and he smiled, he was completely lost, he’s never been on a summer vacation, or a private island before.

“Doll, I need your help, I have no idea what to pack.” He was frustrated, and you were trying to hold your smile, he looked so cute when he was like this.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” He smiled, you and him started to fold his clothes and choosing which ones he was going to take, Bucky was happy that he had you in his life, and he was even happier with his decision, of having a real relationship with you.

It was almost lunch time, Bucky took you to the kitchen, Thor, Sam and Wanda were there. You loved Wanda, she was very sweet, and a great friend, when you found out that she could read minds, you were a little scared, but she assured you that she never did that with anyone at the Tower, and she would never do that to you either.

“Hey guys, come have lunch with us.” Wanda invited, you and Bucky sat on the chair, while Wanda was finishing preparing lunch.

“Hey, have you packed already Y/N?” Sam asked you, you liked him a lot, he was very fun to be around, a true friend.

“Yeah, my stuff is here already.” You informed with an enthusiastic tone, this trip wa going to be amazing.

“Great, I’m looking forward for this trip. What about you, Thor? Are you excited?” Sam gave Thor a playful slap on the shoulder, he was concentrated on something else, he seemed far away.

“Yeah, very.” Thor replied with a tight smile, Sam ignored that and help Wanda with lunch, you got closer to Thor, something was bothering him.

“Thor, what happened?” You asked in a low tone, you didn't want anyone hearing your conversation, Bucky was entertained with his cell phone, while Wanda and Sam were playing around.

“It’s Jane, she broke up with me.” Your heart ached for the god of thunder, he seemed very happy with the relationship.

“I’m so sorry, Thor.” You meant that, and Thor could see that, you were the only one that noticed something wasn’t right, and Thor appreciated that.

“That’s fine, this trip came in the right time.” He smiled, and this time it was genuine.

“Yes, you can find someone else.” You suggested, and Thor was open to the idea, Jane cheated on him, maybe that was what he needed, a fresh start.

“Alright, lunch’s ready.” Wanda said, and all of you started to eat.

************

All of you were now at Tony’s private jet, it was very luxurious. You and Bucky were curled up on a chair, he was playing with your hair, caressing your thigh, you enjoyed those moments with Bucky, it felt intimate, even if everyone was there, it like there was only you and him in the world. You knew that Bucky was special, you wanted to tell him that you loved him, and that trip felt like it was the right time to finally express in words your love for him.

“I love being this close to you.” Bucky hummed, he was in peace, he didn't even saw the dirty looks Natasha was sending him, he stopped caring about Natasha, he was only focused on you.

“Me too.” You were tracing random patterns on his chest, his t-shirt was low cut, and it showed a little bit of muscles.

Ever since Bucky started to date you, he felt less self conscious about his metal arm and scars, he was happy with you, he wanted to be with you, fully committed. He was relieved that he didn't told anyone about his stupid plan of making Natasha jealous, he could be with you, that was everything on his mind, nothing could change that. Or could it?

[telesticmajesty]

ALSO DANNY FENTIN PLS THANK U

H NG. TY. IDK HOW THIS WILL GO BUT U KNOW I LOVE DENNY FENTIN.

Send Me A Character and I’ll Answer The Following About Them!

DANNY FENTON - DANNY PHANTOM

^ This dork. This fuckin’ dork.

General Opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life Hotness Level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot (if anything, this dood is adorable) | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bangHogwarts House: Gryffindor | Slytherin | Ravenclaw | Hufflepuff (This was actually so hard to answer. hng. I’m still having doubts.)Best Quality: His adorable goofiness. He really tries to be cool and it shows. I think guys who try to be cool are just the most adorable thing.Worst Quality: “I’M GOING GHOST!” ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE. DO U WANNA KEEP YOUR IDENTITY A SECRET OR ARE YOU JUST STICKIN’ IT OUT UNTIL SOMEONE FIGURES U OUT????

Alright but in all seriousness, he needs to love himself more, be more confident. Danny Phantom may be confident af but that’s just his alter ego, like man, dude, D a n n y. You’re worth it. I love u. You can do this. I believe in you. You’re freakin’ awesome. Love yourself.Ship Them With: …Tbh?? Tucker or Valerie. Tucker because I’m a sucker for gay best friends turned lovers trope. But I don’t mean the sexual kind, more like the “gives each other cuddles and kisses because they need them”. And Valerie bc I’ve kind of shipped them since Flirting With Disaster. I’m sorry. I don’t really see much reason to ship him with anyone else. Maybe Sam, I do love Sam but their relationship felt so forced in canon and as much as love her, I somehow just see her as a really loyal friend. But there are a lot of different opinions based on who people ship this poor boy with and I don’t really wanna go any more into that territory.BROTP Them With: M E M E S. Okay but seriously. Tucker. Tucker is great. Tucker deserves credit. Tucker is still there, even if he’s jealous n shit. Sam too. These guys are the ultimate BRO3P.Needs To Stay Away From: Any damn ghost or person who means him harm. I’m serious. Protect him.Misc. Thoughts: Just. Be happy. Be okay. Sleep more. Stop hitting yourself. Love yourself. He’s trying his best. Please someone take his stress away. S L E E P.

TYSM FOR THE ASK. ILY AND I LOVE MY DENNY. 👌 Original ask meme here!

[ourhappylies]

M’Baku Fluff Alphabet (Black Panther)

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: Anonymous.

A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other?

M’Baku finds your selflessness and inner strength to be beautiful. He admires you for being able to care and give so much to others.

B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not?

There is nothing M’Baku wants more than to have children. He pictures a future with you and a few little angels running around causing havoc in the home he’ll have with you.

C = Cuddle how do they cuddle?

He isn’t much of a cuddler but he loves sleeping with you as close to him as possible. He’s happy as long as some part of you is touching him and he can feel the warmth radiating from your body.

D = Dates what are dates with them like?

When M’Baku takes you on dates, he tried to keep it simple but still make it a lovely experience that lets you two bond even more. He loves to take you on picnics in the evening, where you two can watch the sunset and eat a selection of your favourite foods. Then after the suns gone down, he’ll lay with you and watch the stars while talking.

E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

“You are my one true love. No one else could ever make me feel the way you do,” M’Baku sighed as his lips captured your own.

F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love?

M’Baku knew he was falling in love when he couldn’t help but smile each time he looked at you, heard your name, and thought of you. He just couldn’t get you off of his mind, and he didn’t want to either.

G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how?

Despite M’Baku’s tough and intimidating outside appearance, he’s really a big softie on the inside. He loves you with his whole heart and would never, ever do something that would result in you being hurt.

H = Hand/Hold how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

He’ll gently hold your hand when he’s walking with you. His fingers will intertwine with yours and pull you closer to him.

I = Impression first impression/s

M’Baku thought you were an angel when he first laid eyes on you. Your beauty, both inside and out, shined brightly and radiated from you. He thought it was strange, but from the moment he met you, he knew you were his soulmate.

J = Joker are they into pulling pranks?

M’Baku likes to mess with people’s heads and joke around but not very often. He likes to maintain a serious demeanour. M’Baku loves to make you laugh though, and he’ll do everything he can to hear your laughter.

K = Kisses how do they kiss?

Breathtakingly but dearly. He pours all of his emotions into the kiss, showing you the love and adoration he feels for you.

L = Love who says I love you first?

M’Baku told you on your birthday. He planned you a special evening that he hoped would stay with you for the rest of your life. After eating the meal that M’Baku has specially prepared for you, he pulled you up from your seat and asked you to dance with him. After he gently spun you, he pulled you back and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before he murmured the three words to you.

M = Memory their favourite moment together

His favourite memory is of the first time he let you sit on his throne. The pure childish excitement, the massive smile and the glimmer of happiness in your eyes made his own happiness bubble up inside of him. He’ll frequently let you sit in his lap while he’s on the throne just so he can see that glimmer in your eye again.

N = Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

M’Baku loves spoiling you. You’re his one and only and he believes you only deserve the best. He’ll spoil you with everything you love whether it’s jewels, books, etc. To him, you deserve to be treated like a queen.

O = Orange what colour reminds them of their other half

Silver and black just like the stars and night sky he frequently watches with you.

P = Petnames what pet names do they use?

“Entle” (Beautiful), “Sithandwa sam” (My darling” and “My one true love”.

Q = Quaint what is their favourite non-modern thing?

M’Baku is very fond of the weapons, armour and accessories that belonged to his ancestors. He’s incredibly proud to be their descendant and he loves wearing that pride.

R = Rainy Day what do they like to do on a rainy day?

On a rainy day, M’Baku likes to stay in bed and lay with you. He enjoys relaxing while listening to your soothing voice.

S = Sad how do they cheer themselves/each other up

When M’Baku’s upset, he craves physical contact with you. He’ll find you and pull you into a tight hug and capture your lips with his. He’ll then talk to you about his stresses and ask for advice.

T = Talking what do they love to talk about?

M’Baku loves talking about the history of his tribe. He talks about his family, the future and what things would be like if he became king.

U = Unencumbered What helps them relax?

When M’Baku is feeling overwhelmed or stressed out he likes to go for long walks with you by his side. It gives him more time to show you his kingdom and let you explore it while also helping him feel more at ease. He’ll vent about his problems to you and listen to you talk about your day.

V = Vaunt what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

M’Baku likes to show off his family and his tribe, along with everything they’d managed to accomplish without the use of vibranium. He also loves to show off to you, his intelligence and his skills. He would love for you to be proud of him

W = Wedding when, how, where do they propose?

It was no secret that M’Baku wanted to marry you, he’d told you many times that he couldn’t wait to be married and to start a family. One day as the two of you laid in bed talking, he felt an overpowering urge to ask you. So, he did. He interrupted you halfway through your sentence to ask you. He knew it wasn’t the most romantic proposal, but he was happy he had finally asked you.

X = Xylophone What’s their song?

Kings by Tribe Society.

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You are the snow to my mountains,” M’Baku whispered softly as he pressed a kiss to your temple. His strong arms wrapped firmly around your frame that sat comfortably in his lap. The two fo you overlooked the miles of snowy mountains, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment.

Z = Zebra if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

M’Baku would get a St. Bernard. He loves their appearance and he thinks they’d make a great companion.

[green-eyeddragonfanfiction]

War of Attrition: Chapter 13

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader Summary: Best friends with Steve Rogers, renowned Howling Commando, and married to one James Buchanan Barnes, your life wasn’t perfect, but it was as close as it could possibly be in the middle of World War II. Then you fell from a train in the Alps, and everything changed. You spent nearly 70 years as a tool of Hydra alongside your beloved, though your past with him was more often than not forgotten. You and Bucky set your plan in motion. It’s time to track down IS-003 and put an end to this chapter of your life. However, per usual, things don’t go as planned. Warnings: Swearing (always), mentions of torture and death Word Count: ~3,929 A/N: Sorry, Diablo 3 has stolen my soul. I swear I’m not neglecting my blog on purpose. 

Masterlist // Book One // Book Two

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

It worked, more or less. Bucky’s lip quirked up at the corner, though his smile was more of a grimace. “We’re not gonna stay there though, are we?” he asked knowingly.

You shook your head slowly. You hadn’t wanted to talk about this just yet, but he knew you too well for your own good. “Only for a few days. I’m… we’re not done yet,” you said, nodding your head towards the file that Bucky had carefully stowed on the dash.

Bucky’s gaze turned hard. Determined. There was absolutely zero hesitation when he looked expectantly at you. God, you did not deserve this man. “What’s the plan, Doll?”

The plan, as it turned out, was to retrieve the last of the tech you’d left in Indiana, but only after you’d given the Batmobile flight capabilities. Coulson’s little corvette, Lola, had reminded you almost violently of Howard, though you’d put a lid on those thoughts before you had a breakdown in the middle of your little auto shop.

After that, it was to wipe Hydra off the face of the Earth.

The nano mask you gave Bucky hid his features flawlessly (too well as far as you were concerned. You missed his face the moment he put it on). Austin was elated to find out you had a boyfriend (explaining a readily absent boyfriend was much easier than explaining a readily absent husband). Austin was surprised you were leaving for good after a week, but he didn’t dwell too long on it, which you appreciated. Bucky got twitchy when people started asking too many questions.

Bucky was taking full advantage of the nano skin you’d made for him. He only wore short sleeved shirts and tanks the entire week, not that you could blame him.

When Austin went home for the day and you were alone in the safety of your shop you removed his nano skin and kissed every inch of the scarred skin near the edge of the metal limb. 

It was these quiet, peaceful moments that you cherished.

“We could just hide,” you said quietly one day while you were under the Batmobile and half-covered in grease.

Bucky, who was sitting in the chair next to the car, shifted almost silently. “Whaddya mean?” he asked after a moment, though you were sure he knew what you were talking about.

“Steve. And Natalia. And their friend Sam. They’re all looking for us,” you said quietly.

“And so’s the entire world government,” Bucky said quietly.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you fiddled with a capacitor. “Yeah, and the world government is run by a bunch of inept politicians who’ll never find us. We both know Natalia and Steve would find us way before them.”

Bucky grunted and you could almost see the grim half-smile on his face when he spoke. “They’re more stubborn than the rest of ‘em combined.”

“Can’t ever imagine where they got that from,” you muttered dryly.

Bucky huffed dismissively. “Natalia’s at least half your fault and Steve was born stubborn. I ain’t got nothin’ to do with that.”

You sighed and rolled out from under the Batmobile, satisfied with your upgrades. You accepted Bucky’s hand without thinking, a “thank you” slipping from your lips without even consciously thinking about it. How easy it was to slip back into living with this man.

“Fine, I take credit for half of Natalia’s stubbornness... so long as I get full credit for her ingenuity,” you said with a hint of playfulness as you hopped into the Batmobile.

“Denied,” Bucky said through the open window.

You frowned but nodded after a second, considering. “Yeah, I s’pose you were the one to teach her how to make a flamethrower seventy-six different ways, huh?” You said, pushing the button for hover-flight capabilities.

“Seventy-nine, thank you very much,” Bucky said, smile working its way onto his face as the car shuddered then shot two feet up into the air and stayed there, humming gently. “Alfred, you finish decrypting the data we salvaged from Reinhardt’s lab yet?” he asked the air.

“Decryption protocols at 97% completion, Master Barnes. I recommend you and the Mistress finish packing immediately if you wish to leave the moment it is concluded.

“Got it, Alfred. Thank you,” Bucky said easily. It had amused you how easily Bucky had taken to the AI. It was adorable how much Bucky loved all the futuristic tech you’d shown him. He’d always liked [questionable quality] sci-fi pulp novels. While Steve had brought books like the Machinery of War, Heroes of the Western Front, and other military-themed books, Bucky had brought all sorts of science and sci-fi books. When you heard about their visit to the Stark Expo back in ‘41 you’d laughed (back when laughter was much easier to come by, even on the European front). You’d been there that day, helping Stark out (he’d bribed you with shiny schematics and a fat wad of greenbacks that would buy you the raw materials you’d been eyeing enviously for months). You and Bucky had been mere feet away from each other and hadn’t even known it.

“How’s integration with the flight systems, Alfred?” you asked, smiling at Bucky’s retreating back as he went into the apertment. The first few days you hadn’t left each other’s sides, but he’d lately taken to leaving you for brief periods, almost as if he was seeing if he could. There was always a brief flash of relief on his face when he returned and you were there, waiting. You’d curse yourself forever for leaving that doubt in his mind, but you hadn’t figured time travel out (yet), so there was no changing it. You’d have to prove his trust well-placed each and every day from now on.

“Perfectly, Mistress Barnes. Although the decryption has taken some of my computing power, I’m still uploading efficiently into the programming. Transition should be complete by the time decryption is finished.”

You smiled and turned the flight function off, watching out the window as the tires righted themselves and the car dropped back to the ground gracefully.

“You’re wonderful, Alfred. Did I ever tell you that?” you asked the AI with a proud smile.

“At least twice a day, Mistress Barnes,” Alfred said. He sounded fondly amused.

“I’m going to go help Bucky finish packing. Let us know when decryption and integration are done, alright?” you said as you slipped out of the car and gave the hood a loving pat.

“Of course, Mistress Barnes. You will be notified upon completion of both programs.”

You nodded in satisfaction and left the garage to go back into the repair shop through the back door. You immediately went up the stairs to the apartment part of the building, not too surprised to hear the gentle movement of items and clothing coming from the direction of your room.

You turned the corner and watched Bucky work silently, admiring his broad shoulders and lithe, graceful movements.

“See something you like?” he asked after a moment, not pausing in his endeavor of folding up all the clothes you’d accrued in your time in Indiana.

“Yup,” you said, popping the ‘p’ playfully.

That earned a short laugh from Bucky, breathy and exasperated, but it was music to your ears.

“You got alotta clothes,” Bucky said, shaking a flouncy white top in his hand to prove his point.

You shrugged. “Got used to living in one spot for a while. Things tend to gather when you aren’t constantly on the move,” you said, glancing at the single backpack he brought with him, placed on top of one of your duffels.

“Is that what you meant earlier? Hiding in plain sight? Living as other people? Not contacting Natalia or Steve ever?” he asked quietly, hands stilling.

You sagged against the door frame and a deep frown creased your brow and pulled your lips down into a grimace. “They’re doing good now, Buck. Even Natalia. She got out. Saved the fucking world. She has friends now, or at least as close as she’ll ever let herself get to having ‘em. Steve... Steve doesn’t need us muckin’ up his life. He’d fight the whole damn earth if he had to, just to save us. We might need him, but the world needs him more, Buck, even if they don’t know it yet. I won’t make him choose between helpin’ us and defendin’ the world.”

Bucky’s shoulders sagged. He turned his head to smile sadly at you from over his shoulder. “I hate it when you’re right, you know that?” he asked quietly. “I was hopin’ you’d try to convince me to go see ‘em. So I had an excuse to put the lot of us in danger... but being stubbornly reckless was always Steve’s thing, wasn’t it?”

You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. He leaned back into you and you placed a kiss firmly between his shoulder blades. “Not so sure, Buck. We had alotta stupid to go around.”

He smiled ruefully and turned in your arms so he could gather you up in his own big, muscular limbs. “S’pose you’re right. Again. Peggy really was the only one with her head screwed on right, huh?”

You smiled and refused to let yourself cry as you thought about Peggy and the guys. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“I hate to interrupt, but the decryption and integration programs are complete, Mistress and Master Barnes,” Alfred said quietly from the communication device in your ear.

You nodded and placed a kiss to Bucky’s cheek. He caught your lips in a brief kiss before he released you and finished folding the last few shirts into the bag.

“Where we headed, Alfred?” you asked as you picked up the full bags and began walking to the garage. Your mobile lab was already packed into the space in the hood. The bags would be shoved in the back seats for lack of anywhere else to put them. The Batmobile wasn’t exactly built for travel, but you’d make do.

“Sokovia, Mistress Barnes,” Alfred informed you as you walked into the garage. “It is a country in-”

You waved his explanation away. “I know about it. I read about it more than once in Reinhardt’s physical files. You’re sure that’s where he took IS-003?” you asked as you shoved the heavy bags into the back seat. One was full of Bucky’s weapons. Why that man needed fifty guns when you could build one that could do everything else the others did but better was beyond you.

“It is the most likely location, though not the only possibility. According to the information I’ve gathered from Reinhardt-Whitehall’s data banks, there is an active Hydra base near its capital, Novi Grad. It is under the command of one of the last heads of Hydra, Baron Wolfgang Von Strucker.”

“Still active, you say?” you asked as you slipped onto the hood, waiting for Bucky to bring down the last of the bags.

“That is correct. After the death of Reinhardt-Whitehall, activity increased greatly. It is unclear exactly what prompted the sudden increase in activity. I would recommend moving cautiously until their goals have been discerned.”

“Noted. Thanks, Alfy. Make sure the boat’s ready to go, alright? I want to get there as soon as possible.”

“Or course, Mistress Barnes,” Alfred said diligently.

Bucky slipped in a second later, somehow still graceful even while carrying two large, heavy, bulky bags. If you weren’t enjoying the show so much you might have been perturbed at how elegantly he managed to move at all times.

“That all of it?” you asked as he hefted the bags into the back.

At his nod you pulled him into your arms and stood on your toes to plant a loving, long kiss to his lips. “Let’s get goin’ then, yeah? We have some truly evil bastards to put in the ground.”

He smiled and pecked you once more on the lips. “Now you’re talkin’ my language, Sugar,” he said, voice so low and syrup-sweet that your knees felt all wobbly... and you didn’t even have human knees anymore.

You smiled and kissed him once more, but didn’t let yourself linger. “If you don’t get in the car this instant we’ll be here for another four hours.”

“Four hours?” he asked playfully, waggling his eyebrows at you. “Someone has faith in my stamina. I’m almost a hundred years old, y’know. Give a guy a break,” he said winking playfully at you.

You stared flatly at him. “Your record is eight hours and we only stopped because I was so tired I was passing out from exhaustion.”

Bucky’s grin turned lecherous. “I was a younger man then. I can’t be ex-”

You brought your hand up and slapped it over his mouth. “That was two days ago, Buck.”

His eyes actually twinkled with amusement in the dim light of the shop. It was a look you saw so rarely on his face you couldn’t help but enjoy it. You took your hand from his mouth and brought your lips to his in a slow kiss that left your mind blissfully blank of everything except how wonderful it felt to have Bucky up against you.

“Get in the car, Mister Barnes,” you said after you moved away, a small smile of your own dancing on your lips.

His response was to slip into the driver’s side before you got the chance.

You mock-glared at him before you went to the passenger side and got in. “If you crash the Batmobile you won’t see under my clothes for a month,” you threatened as he turned the car on.

Bucky turned to look at you as the garage door rolled up, smirk dancing on his lips. “We both know that’s not true, Doll,” he said with such conviction that you glared at him in earnest.

“No, it’s not, but I’ll definitely be cross with you for a long time,” you admitted.

“I will ensure Master Barnes does not crash the Batmobile, Mistress Barnes,” Alfred assured you.

“Argh, two against one. Your faith in me is inspiring,” Bucky said dryly as he pulled out of the garage and onto the street.

You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just hurry and get to the coast, yeah? We have a long trip ahead of us.”

Bucky turned to look at you with a stare that had you panicking for a split second. “Whatever you say, Doll,” he said evenly, giving you only the briefest second to ponder your poor decision before he slammed the gas pedal down and sent the Batmobile rocketing forward.

Novi Grad, Sokovia. Europe - 2015

Sokovia was beautiful, if a little poor and very unstable. You and Bucky slipped seamlessly into the population. The people hated SHIELD and the Avengers, especially Steve and Tony Stark. The SHIELD here, though, was Hydra. They slipped in during the rebellions a short time ago.

The Hydra base wasn’t exactly hidden, even if it was a little distance from the city. You could see it up on the hill from nearly every point in town. The problem was that it was heavily fortified. The tech they were using was advanced. Far more advanced than any other Hydra base you’d seen up until now. Even your drones couldn’t pierce the shield they had protecting the main building. There were enough turrets inside and along the perimeter to level the city. You had no idea how to attack it without getting blasted to bits before you got anywhere near the perimeter. The rest of their weapons were advanced enough that you wouldn’t chance the Batmobile’s shielding against their big guns. 

“You’re doing the thing again,” Bucky said quietly from the doorway.

You slowly tore your gaze from the schematics of the base, blinking a few times before you processed what he’d said. “What?” you asked eloquently.

Bucky huffed out a laugh and walked over to your spot on the floor, carefully stepping over schematics (though he walked straight through the hologram of the base) and sat down next to you. He pulled you into his lap and you went willingly, squirming a bit until you were comfortable. You tucked your head under his chin and stared at the schematics, mind already going back under. “You’re doing the thing where you try to stare your problems into submission. Have to say, with the exception of Morita, that’s never really worked so well for you,” he said playfully, wrapping his big arms around your waist as he stared over your head at the blueprints and plans.

You sighed and leaned back against him. “According to the civilians I talked to today, ‘SHIELD’ took volunteers from the population to run tests on. They’re being collected by this man, Doctor Henri List. He offers them power in exchange for their cooperation. Most of the people he takes are victims of the riots in one way or another. Wanna know the kicker?” you asked Bucky grimly.

Bucky squeezed you gently. “I have a feeling you’ll tell me anyway, not that I can’t guess.”

You sighed. “Hydra started the riots. They caused the unrest. They changed their public faces a few times, set each faction against the other.”

“So they’ve set the people at odds with their government.”

“And other large global powers, such as the U.S. and the U.N. Not to mention each other.”

Bucky let out a long breath. “So we don’t know who or what exactly could be inside waiting for us,” he surmised.

You nodded and flicked through the images on the hologram. “It’s hard to get readings on the inside of the base while the energy barrier’s up, but the outside defenses are fairly straight forward, if hard to work around. The more I look at it... the more I think we won’t be able to get inside with brute force.”

Bucky tensed slightly, just like you knew he would. “You’re not going in there. Not undercover. If they find you-”

“I know, Buck,” you said, cutting across that train of thought. “I know.” And you did. You knew what would happen if they found out who you were. “But the longer we stay here, the longer that horror factory stays up and running... Primary mission is still to retrieve IS-003 or any information we can find on it, but we can’t just leave them to their own devices. The tech they’re churning out... I haven’t seen anything this advanced since Zola and Schmidt...”

Bucky shifted nervously beneath you. “Do you think it’s the Tesseract? I thought Thor Odinson took it back with him after the Battle of Manhattan,” Bucky said, frowning as he shifted through his mind for the right memories.

You shrugged helplessly. “I can’t be sure. If it’s not the Tesseract itself then it’s something with similar properties. I’ve only been able to analyze a few small samples, but none of them match any models from earth up until now. It’s a combination of Chitauri and something else.” You sighed and relaxed back into his arms, absolving yourself of that particular problem for just a moment. “How did surveillance go?”

You felt him shrug his shoulders ever so slightly. “Nothin’ new. I’ve been keepin’ track of shipments in and out like you asked, but it’s hard to get close without being noticed. I’m good, but they have some seriously sophisticated scanning equipment.”

“That sounds about right...” you said quietly, staring despondently down at the files. You chewed on your lip as you deliberated. “I could... I could call in SHIELD. The real SHIELD,” you said finally, almost regretting the words as you said them.

Bucky tensed beneath you, arms nearly crushing you to his chest. “We ain’t doin’ that,” he said quietly, face buried in your hair. “I don’t trust ‘em.”

You smiled sadly and ghosted your fingers gently over his right hand. “I know, Buck. I don’t trust most of ‘em, either. Gabe’s grandkid is one of ‘em though, y’know. They can’t all be bad,” you said quietly.

“All it takes is one. One word whispered in the right ear by one person who isn’t loyal to Coulson or the new SHIELD and we’re right back to where we were a year ago. Brainwashed, in a cryo pod or out killing innocent people. We’re not trustin’ ‘em, (Y/N). ‘Sides, Coulson said himself he’d bring you in himself if he got the chance.”

“He didn’t try to take me in in Puerto Rico,” you said softly.

“Cause his entire team was beat to hell and you’d just saved Gabe’s grandkid.”

You groaned and ran a hand through your hair. “I just don’t know what to do, Bucky,” you admitted at last.

Bucky brushed your hair out of the way and placed a few tender kisses to your neck. “It’s okay, Doll. You don’t have to come up with all the answers. I’m here. We’re together now. And there’s not a single problem that can’t be solved with some good old fashioned Barnes ingenuity.”

You turned to look at him, faint smile playing on your lips. “Where did this optimism come from?”

Bucky shrugged. “I think it’s less optimism and more an awareness of the lengths you’d go through to get revenge. Hell hath no fury like a woman spurned and all that. And we both know the many, many methods I have for taking down a Hydra base and all the inhabitants. I spend a lot of time fantasizing about it.”

You smirked at him. “Should I be insulted you spend more time thinking about killing people than you do about your lovely wife?”

Bucky raised a single eyebrow. “Who said that? Sweetheart, I didn’t leave the house often because I spent most of my time thinking about ya. It’s hard to get anything done with a stiffy, y’know?”

You stared at him for a moment before breaking into genuine laughter. “Oh my god, Bucky.”

Bucky frowned and got up from his seat in front of the computer and made his way over to you. The tiny apartment you’d rented out while you were in Sokovia meant the two of you were never more then a short walk away and you could hear each other from any part of the house.

“Hey, Doll?” Bucky asked from the doorway, looking at the tablet in confusion.

“What’s up, Sweetheart?” you asked, tearing your gaze from yet another simulation.

“I’m getting some chatter...” he said, frowning down at the pad.

“Whaddya mean?” you asked, still distracted by the numbers running across your screens.

“(Y/N),” Bucky said quietly. Something in his voice made you truly look at him and you froze at the look on his face. “They’re here,” he said softly.

You swallowed thickly. “Who?” you asked, though you were pretty sure you already knew.

Bucky turned the tablet around so you could see the blurry images on the screen. You could see the audio feed that Bucky had muted while he talked to you. He pressed a button on the screen and suddenly voices were filling the cramped room.

“Shit!” said a voice you recognized from countless interviews and reports. Anthony Edward Stark.

“Language!” said a voice you’d know anywhere. Steve Rogers. You nearly laughed at that. It seemed that Steve’s knee-jerk response of rebuking your and Bucky’s foul language had survived the ice.

Bucky paused the audio log and brought up a different one. “At long last is lasting a little long, boys.” Natalia.

“They’re here, (Y/N). Attacking the base.”

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