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traveler-at-heart · 3 years ago

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Third Time's the Charm

Summary: Nat is always called on last minute missions and she has to reschedule the most important day of her life. Pure fluff.

Natasha Romanoff x Fem Reader

Word Count: 1,954

A/N: I have so many WIP and I end up writing something completely different. Oh, well! Hope you enjoy!

It was still your favorite place. The setting of your first date, an unexpected evening that had evolved into a three year relationship. As you sipped from your glass of wine, you recalled the way Natasha showed up to rescue you from eating alone, after your date failed to show up.

Your mind went back to that night; the glances around the restaurant hoping that the date arrived soon or would at least let you know she wasn’t coming at all. This time you were sitting alone again, but your only worry was Natasha. From time to time, she’d be late, but it was always for a good reason. And that reason involved a lot of dangerous activities to save the world.

“Is this seat taken?” a raspy voice said behind you, much like she had that first night.

“My fiancée will be here any minute” you replied playfully, without missing a beat. Natasha placed a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“I’m so sorry, detka” she whispered against your ear, and you leaned back, enjoying the touch. You’d never cared if she was late, as long as she came back safe and sound. “Maybe we can still make it”

“Nat” you took her by the hand, forcing her to sit down next to you. “It’s late. I already called the justice of peace and cancelled”

The redhead sighed, defeated. It broke your heart; she already carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. You didn’t want to add to her worries; after all, your wedding was supposed to be the happiest day of your lives.

Which is why it was better if it was only the two of you. Life happened, however, and she was called on a last minute mission.

“Judge Florrick owes me a favor. Or I’ll fly us to Niagara Falls and we’ll get married like they did on that show you love”

“You’re tired. And I can wait. I’m not going anywhere, Miss Romanoff”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did”

“Stop” you warned her, pressing your lips against hers firmly. “Now, let’s order because I am starving and I definitely want dessert”

“Whatever my future wife wants”

It was a beautiful day outside. No clouds, in spite of the rainy forecast for the afternoon. You hoped that it stayed that way; Natasha had found a venue outside of the city and true to her word, had called in that favor from Judge Florrick. She had been in a hurry to set a date after last week and you were pretty certain that it was because she was terrified you’d call the whole thing off. You had no issue reassuring her every day, but if marrying as soon as possible gave her peace of mind, you’d do it.

A call from the redhead snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, baby” you said, waiting for Natasha’s face to appear on screen.

“Hi, gorgeous” the redhead said, clearly out of breath. Your heart sank. “Listen, I’m doing my best to finish this early…” she turned around, shooting a couple of times. “But there’s a lot of cleanup to do”

“Nat…”

“I really didn’t want to cancel this for the second time” Natasha frowned and you wished you could reach across the screen to hold her.

“The only thing I care about is you. Please be careful. I’ll be waiting”

“I love you”

“Me too”

She didn’t hang up right away, lingering for a moment longer before Steve called out for her. You sighed as you got disconnected. You gave yourself a moment to dwell on the fact that you weren’t getting married today and your financée was out there risking her life again. Judge Florrick was the next thing on your mind, so you called her right away to thank her for offering to officiate your ceremony. Cancelling your reservation at the venue became the next item on the list and after that, you were completely free.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N?”

“Will you let me know when the team is heading back from their mission?”

“Of course”

There was comfort in knowing that she was out there with the rest of her team. You had no family of your own and soon after meeting Nat, they became your family as well. They’d never let anything happen to her. Still, it wasn’t easy to wait, sulking around the compound, wondering if everything was ok.

“The team will be back in 30 minutes, Miss Y/L/N”, F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced, just as you were getting a text from Nat.

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

By the time the Quinjet landed, you were already waiting, anxiously looking at the door. First came Tony and Steve, followed by Sam and Bucky.

“Hi, Y/N” Steve greeted, removing his gloves.

“Hi, Cap. Tony” you smiled and the billionaire hugged you.

“Someone who is happy to see us. At last”

“Hands off my girl” Natasha warned and you broke free from Tony’s hug, running into her arms.

“You’re ok” you sighed, kissing her forehead, checking every inch of her face, arms and anywhere else for injuries. “You’re ok”

“I’m sorry” she repeated and you interrupted the apology with a kiss.

“Come on. I ordered Chinese for everyone. And then I’m drawing you a bath and you’re going straight to bed”

“Aren’t you tired of this? Me cancelling our plans, leaving you behind. You deserve so much more than that”

“Nat…” you held her face in your hands, waiting until she looked at you. “You are my world. Don’t you ever forget that. I can handle the missions, the rescheduling of our wedding until we’re sixty. Just as long as you always come home. Got it?”

“Yes” she nodded with a smile, a lone tear in the corner of her eye. “I love you”

“You’re just saying that because I got you Chinese”

Paris was beautiful. You’d never get tired of the streets, the museums, the food.

It would have been better if Nat was with you, but she was in the middle of the Second Summit for the Sokovia Accords. She’d promised you would be able to meet for dinner. She also insisted you should go to the Louvre while she was busy.

Sneaky, that’s what she was.

“I know you’re saying that because you don’t want to come with me again” you pointed out as you were both getting ready that morning.

“Moya lyubov', I would never!” she assured with a shocked expression and you rolled your eyes. “Fine. It’s just that we’ve been there four times already, I could probably walk around it with my eyes closed”

“That’s what you get for marrying an Art Historian”

“I haven’t done it yet”

“You put a ring on it” you reminded her, showing your engagement ring.

“Huh, I did, didn’t I?” Natasha took your hand and brought you closer. “I have excellent taste”

“You talking about the ring or me?”

“Both”

The discussion ended as soon as she pressed her lips against yours. In any case, there was no point in arguing; it was true that you could get lost in any museum for hours. So much so, that when you finally ended your visit, the sun was already setting and you had missed a text from Natasha.

Be ready at 7 :)

Realising you had less than an hour to get ready, you ran back to your hotel room. As you entered, you were greeted with a cream column dress hanging from the door of the wardrobe.

“Nat?” you called for the other woman, wondering if she was already back. There was no answer, so you approached the dressing room and picked up a note, recognising the redhead’s handwriting.

I knew you’d lose track of time! Wear this and wait at the reception for your ride.

You rolled your eyes at all the secrecy, but hurried up and did as you were told.

To be honest, you were impressed with how quickly you pulled the look together, letting your hair fall in waves over your shoulders. The elevator doors opened and as you were walking to the lobby, you heard a familiar voice calling for you.

“Bonsoir, mademoiselle”

“Bucky!” he was wearing a suit. You were sure you’d never seen him dressed so fancy.

“If you please come with me, we have a long drive ahead of us”

“We do?”

“Don’t worry, it won’t be that long” he opened the car door for you, waiting until you settled in the back seat to close it.

“I don’t suppose you’ll tell me where we’re going”

“Nope”

“Too scared of Natasha?”

“No, of course not” he lied, leaving the city behind. You looked out the window, hoping you’d get a clue of your destination. At one point, you were about to give up, making small talk with Bucky about the summit. A particular name in a road sign caught your eye.

“Wait, Giverny! That’s where Claude Monet lived. Is that where we’re going?”

“How about some music?” he changed the subject, going through radio stations. Everything was in French, but he pretended to know the songs anyway, trying to distract you.

“If I promise to not ask any more questions will you stop singing?”

“Not a problem” he turned off the radio. “We’re here already”

You didn’t have time to say anything else, as Tony opened the car door for you.

“Hi there”

“Hi. Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“There’s only one way to find out. Shall we?” you took his hand and he looped yours around his arm. Bucky followed closely behind. “Ready?”

Heart beating ridiculously fast, you nodded. Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw next.

Right there, in the middle of Monet’s garden, Natasha was waiting for you, wearing a white suit. The trees were decorated with fairy lights, their glint reflecting on the pond. Wanda, Sam and Vision were standing close by, smiling as they saw you approaching.

“Wow” you sighed, holding back tears.

“May I walk you down the aisle?” Tony asked with a big smile and you nodded once again, finding it difficult to speak. “Cap here will be officiating the ceremony”

“Is that allowed?” you whispered back.

“Well, he is Captain America”

“Fair enough”

Both of you chuckled, but you were quickly overwhelmed as your eyes locked with Natasha’s. Tony reached for her hand and then held both of you for a moment.

“Thank you, Tony” you said, hugging him tight. Once he went to take his place next to the group, you turned your full attention to Nat. “What is all this?”

“I called in another favor. Do you like it?”

“Nat, I love it” you grabbed her hands and put them close to your heart. “You didn’t have to. I would marry you next to a dumpster”

“Really?”

“Yes, but let’s not”, you rectified and everyone laughed. “I want to do it now”

Natasha nodded and Steve took a step forward, getting ready to speak.

“Make it fast, grandpa; I want to kiss my wife” the redhead interrupted.

“Will you let me?” Cap said and she rolled her eyes. “Thank you. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”

The thing you’d never forget about that day was the sparkle in Natasha’s eyes. She didn’t waste a second more when Steve told her to kiss the bride. Soft, full lips connected with yours in a tender kiss.

“Third time’s the charm, huh?” she whispered with a smile and you laughed freely against her lips.

“Monet said he must have flowers and flowers always. And I? I just need you. Always”

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avengerscompound · 3 years ago

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Small Gods: Spring Thaw - 15

Spring Thaw: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 1801

Warnings: nothing really

Synopsis: Bucky Barnes hates winter. He always looks for the first signs of the ice thawing and new life growing. When that desire for the end of winter brings to him the god of the spring thaw, he discovers a brand new reason to get through winter.

Chapter 15

The trip north from Springfield to Niagara Falls was quite an event. With all the planning Bucky had done he’d never really considered that he’d end up with a convoy of people following him.

To be fair, he hadn’t expected to have needed to call in the entire guest list and some to help him call you to him this year either. Yet, while many had dispersed to return to their normal lives with the plan of going to Niagara closer to the wedding date, Sam, Sarah, Sharon, and Steve had stuck around to help with the last few wedding preparations.

Originally, because Steve was so hard to get to anymore, Bucky planned on doing this without him. That had hurt to think about, but ‘if you need me’ didn’t translate to good things like wedding days - at least not to Bucky. But Steve was here now, and he’d had been adamant he stayed for it. So now Bucky’s wedding party had three people and not two.

Bucky rented a minivan and as well as you, he, and the kids, the van was filled with suits and dresses, and decorations, and other odds and ends that would be needed for the wedding.

Sharon, Steve, Sam, and Sarah both followed along in cars of their own and by the time they arrived at their hotel, everyone was exhausted, except Kobik who had seemed to push on through exhaustion and came out the other side restless and hyperactive.

The following week was a blur of meetings with caterers, celebrants, and venue managers. Steve had suit fittings, and you had to get the final adjustments on your dress. Two days before the wedding Clint, Bruce, T’Challa, Joaquin, Thor, and Scott showed up and took Bucky out drinking, and the night before the wedding Sharon and Sarah took you out for champagne and facials… or at least that’s what they told Bucky.

It had been hard not spending the night before the wedding with you. The two of you had so little time together, he hated missing even a second. But as Sam and Steve assured him, it would make the wedding night just that little more special.

He’d spent the night watching movies with the kids in the hotel room. They’d stayed up to watch the fireworks over the falls and despite the fact he wanted to have a slow relaxed morning the day of the wedding so that he wasn’t nervous for too long, he woke at dawn a complete bundle of nerves.

He took the kids down to the breakfast buffet when they got up, and then dropped Kobik off to get ready with you, Sarah, and Sharon. Kobik, for what it was worth, appeared to be more excited than he was, jabbering away happily about how much of a princess you would look and how much cake she was going to eat.

RJ was subdued as he usually was, but he was also a lot less surly, and as they got ready with Sam and Steve, actual nerves started to show under his serious facade.

Now as they waited at the wall by the falls under an arch made of blue and white wildflowers, RJ trembled a little and Bucky wasn’t sure it was about the cold.

Shuri had worked on a way for him to wear a ring on his left ring finger and she was stood at the arch walking him through the process of getting it in place and adjusting the plates so they would allow you to slide the ring on and have it lock into place. When she took her seat, Bucky turned to RJ.

“You okay, bud?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah… there’s just a lot of people,” he said. “What if I drop the ring?”

“You won’t,” Bucky said, rubbing his shoulder. “And if you do, it’s not the end of the world. You and I both know there are a lot worse things than a missing wedding ring.”

RJ huffed. “Right…”

“I promise,” Bucky said. “It’s all gonna work out fine.”

Bucky felt surprisingly calm - good even. He had Sam, Steve, and RJ wear white three-piece suits with matching dress coats to counter the midnight blue in the same style that he wore. The colors matched the frozen look of the falls and the long white carpet that ran up between the group of guests that were huddled together to keep warm.

The harpist began to play ‘A thousand years’ and Bucky’s attention snapped to the end of the aisle.

Sharon began her walk down the carpet toward them. She wore a floor-length gown of light blue satin with a tulle overlay. The bodice glittered with silver embroidery and little jewels that caught the light as she walked, and around her shoulders was a white faux fur shrug. She carried a small bouquet of sweet peas, cornflowers, delphinium, cosmos, anemone, and lisianthus.

When she reached the end of the aisle she took her place on the left of the stage and Kobik began bouncing away down the aisle. She wore a long blue velvet dress with a white sash and she threw blue flower petals above her head as she ping-ponged down the aisle. Sometimes the petals seemed to turn into balls of pure light that winked out quickly making her approach that little more magical.

When she was about halfway down you stepped into the aisle.

Bucky’s breath caught.

You had a white cape over your ball gown dress, the hood pulled up over your head. Blue flowers were embroidered into the hem of the dress and the bodice glittered with crystals. You held a large bouquet of blue and white wildflowers that complimented the dress perfectly. Every time Bucky saw you, he was struck by how beautiful you were to him. Right now that feeling was magnified tenfold. You were beauty and love personified. The light at the end of the tunnel. The warm embers in a fireplace during a cold night. You were the first buds of green when the snow began to melt and the blossoms that defied the freeze to bring color to a white landscape.

By the time you reached him, Bucky had tears in his eyes and he wanted nothing more than to kiss you. You gave your bouquet to Sharon and took his hands.

“Friends,” the celebrant announced. “We are gathered here today to celebrate a momentous event, the joining of two hearts and to give recognition to the worth and beauty of love, and to add our best wishes to the words which will unite this couple in marriage. We are to bear witness to the joining of these two lives. Neither of these two people is ordinary. The odds were against them from the start, and yet the extraordinary has happened. They met, fell in love, and have decided to make a life together to the best of their abilities. A good marriage must be built and nurtured. It is supporting one another in good times and bad. It’s finding things to share with each other. It’s never being too old to hold hands or laugh at shared jokes. It’s remembering to show your love each day you share. It is not just being a good person, but a good partner.”

The celebrant focused her attention on you and Bucky. “The couple will now read their vows.”

Bucky took a breath. “I know I said I didn’t want to make a spectacle of myself and do personal vows, but I think given our situation, you deserve it. I am a better person since meeting you. You give me space to grow while giving me the love and soft place to land. I take you to be my wife, my partner, and my love. I promise to wait for you, not in grief but in hope. I promise to cherish every second we have together and make the most of every moment we’re apart so that when you return it’s to me ready to love you again and again. I promise to love you every day, whether you're here or not, for the rest of my life.”

This time you were the one with tears in your eyes, you smiled and your hands trembled slightly in his hands. “That’s not fair, Bucky,” you teased. “I only have the standard vows.” The crowd laughed softly and you took a deep breath. “You have given me something to look forward to every year. You have given me a life, not just an existence. I take you as my husband, my partner, and my love. I promise to return to you each year with love and excitement for the time we get to share. I promise to always be your soft place to land and to give you the comfort and support you deserve so much. I will cherish every second we have together and I will love you every day for the rest of my life, as long as it is.”

The celebrant turned to Bucky. “Do you take this woman to be your wife?”

“I do,” Bucky said.

“Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect her, for as long you both live?”

“I do,” Bucky agreed.

She turned her attention to you. “Do you take this man to be your husband?”

“I do,” you said.

“Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him, for as long as you both live?”

You smiled and squeezed his hands. “I do.”

“Can I have the rings?” The celebrant asked.

RJ took them from his pocket with a shaky hand and gave them to the celebrant. “Wedding rings are an unbroken circle with no beginning and no end. They come from the earth rough and unrefined, but just like marriage with love and care they are forged into something beautiful,” she said and gave a gold band forged into a circle of flowers and leaves.

Bucky slid it onto your finger. “With this ring, I thee wed.”

She gave you a band of black and gold vibranium. Before you could put it on, Bucky twisted the end of his finger so the plates narrowed allowing you to put it on. “With this ring, I thee wed,” you said, sliding it into place. When the band was at the apex of his finger, the plates shifted back and locked it into place.

The celebrant lifted her voice for everyone to hear. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss each other.”

Bucky pulled you close and looked down into your eyes. Your smile reflected the love and happiness he felt pouring out of him. He leaned in and for the first, but not the last time, he kissed his wife.

// NEXT

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southernontariovacation · 2 years ago

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libsterslobsters · 4 years ago

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Celebration Day

Summary: Bucky and the Reader's long-awaited wedding day is just around the corner. The only trouble is, with Pepper Potts serving as wedding planner, it's a little more elaborate than either of them had imagined. Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands and create your perfect out of what's around you.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!enhanced!Reader

(Reader sees bits and pieces of the future at random, understands all languages, and is also a super soldier)

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing

Author's note: As always, the reader's name is never mentioned so that this can be read as a self-insert, but when I write this character, I imagine her as a Violet. Also, the song at the end of the fic can be anything you like, but I wrote it with Unforgettable by Nat King Cole in mind.

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“Whoa.” Bucky doesn’t say anything, but as he takes in the huge stone building that, according to Pepper, they’ll be getting married at in two weeks’ time, he’s almost certain his eyes have gone as big as his fiancee’s. What the actual fuck? They could fit a small army inside this place.

“Is this the right place?” He’s half-way hoping she’ll say no, it was a big joke, but with a grimace, she nods.

“That is, if she sent us the right address. If not, it’s pretty remote here….” She trails off, biting at her lip.

“Does Pepper know that between the two of us, we can count the number of people we call friends on our fingers-”

“And the ones we’d actually want around to watch us make a life-long commitment to each other is even smaller? Yeah, I mentioned it.”

That’s what he was afraid of. Despite having been through some of the most intense situations known to man (fighting Thanos, anyone?), as he pulls the door closed behind him, his palm starts to sweat. Logically, he knew giving Pepper the go ahead to plan as she saw fit without any input from either of them (she did insist on footing the bill after all, so being particular would be ungrateful) meant that things would get more elaborate than he’d feel comfortable with, but this is completely out of hand.

“I’m starting to think that waiting until two weeks before the day of to take a look at things may have been a mistake.”

He chooses not to add his two cents to that (a fucking huge one, on both their parts). It turns out to be the right decision because, a huge bouquet of… are those lilies… in her hands, Pepper emerges from a side door.

“Good, you both found the place.” Yeah, it was kinda hard to miss. It’s a literal castle! “Isn’t it just beautiful?” The high-powered executive is gushing in a way that’s usually reserved for the first time seeing a great work of nature, like the Grand Canyon or possibly Niagara Falls. Not… whatever the hell this is.

“It’s very eye-catching.” The grip on his hand increases to where it’s almost painful, and he glances over at her. “Right?” In other words, don’t just stand there. Say something.

“Yeah. It’s…” Huge. Kind of reminds him of a medieval palace that would have a secret torture chamber down bellow. Decadent, but not in the “This is really great chocolate cake” kind of way. “...really something.” If that look is anything to judge from, he’s definitely in the dog house tonight… which, oddly enough, means the dog will probably spend the night cuddled up to her on his side of the bed.

Fortunately, Pepper seems not to have noticed that he’s less than enthusiastic about her choice of venue (either that, or she’s assumed that ‘vaguely unsociable’ is just his natural state), because she beams at the woman on his arm.

“Of course, it’ll look much different the day of. There will be floral arrangements in every window and…” She goes on, but he’s stopped listening, too busy trying to calculate how many people can fit in this auditorium alone.

“Any questions?” Pepper peers between both of them. He should really read the room and say no thanks, it all sounds great, but he actually is wondering about something.

“Yeah, I have one. What’s the final tally on the guest list looking like?”

“We’re standing at around 500.” 500… does he even know that many people? Scratch that; between the two of them, do THEY know that many people?

“Wow.” He glances at the woman next to him. Yeah, that’s a fake smile if he’s ever seen one. “That’s quite a turn-out.”

Pepper says something else, but he doesn’t hear it past the buzzing in his ears. It’s only when he feels a tug on his hand that he realizes they’re supposed to follow Stark’s widow out of the room.

As soon as they’re out of earshot, she turns to him, wearing a worried frown. “You okay there, Buck?”

He nods. “Yeah, but is it too late to go with your idea? Just go to the courthouse and sign a paper?”

She sighs, a rueful smile on her face. “I think that ship has sailed. Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” She deserves the best, and if Pepper has anything to do with it, this wedding will be just that. He can deal with it. It’s just for a few hours, after all.

“Does this mean I get to pull out the ‘I told you so’?” It’s a joke, meant to lighten the mood. He knows this, so he takes the bait.

“Yeah, Doll. You get a free pass.”

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“How’s it coming?” She’s honestly not sure how to answer Shuri’s question. In traditional “Say Yes To The Dress” fashion, her female friends are all gathered outside the dressing room doors waiting for her to step out in the gown Pepper had designed specifically for her. The only trouble is, she’s never felt more out-of-place in her life.

It’s a beautiful dress, highlighting every single positive aspect of her body. The shade of ivory works well with her skin tone, and the material is cool against her skin. She looks exactly like a picture from a bridal magazine with her hair still styled from a trial run of that and makeup earlier today. Perfect… but not like herself.

Shaking her head, she tells herself she’s just not used to looking so formal, and pushes open the door.

Wanda, Morgan, Nakia and Shuri make appropriate noises of approval as she steps into the room. Pepper is smiling, a hand pressed to her mouth and tears rolling down her face. Only Okoye looks less than pleased.

“You look so fierce.” Shuri informs her, rushing forward to adjust her train.

“A total knockout.” Nakia nods.

“You look like a doll!” She chuckles at the four-year-old’s exclamation. It’s very sweet, probably the best compliment she’s ever gotten. Plus, she’s starting to feel like a doll.

“Okoye?” The general eyes her up and down, expression unchanging.

“How are you planning to fight in that dress?”

Wanda and Pepper freeze, unsure of how to react, but Nakia laughs and Shuri rolls her eyes.

“It’s her wedding day, General. She isn’t fighting anyone.” Shuri exclaims between giggles.

“This is an American wedding. The most physical thing they do is dance.” Nakia adds.

“Until the wedding night, that is.” And now she’s trying not to snicker at the princess’s innuendo.

The rest of the appointment is a blur. A tailor checks and rechecks the measurements, pinning up whatever he deems too long or large, letting out anything too constricting. Girl talk ensues and the champagne flows. By the time they go their separate ways, each with a bridesmaid’s (or in Morgan’s case, flower girl) dress in their possession, she’s the only one who’s not at least slightly buzzed.

She should really head home. It’s late in the afternoon, and she’s still got papers to grade. However, she finds herself driving in the opposite direction of where she lives. After today, she needs some time to herself, away from anyone else and the possibility of unintentionally seeing their future.

At a red light, she stops and dictates a voice-to-text message, informing Barnes that, “It’s going to be a late one. Stopping by a few places on the way home. Let me know if you want me to pick up something.” The reply comes thirty seconds later. “Take your time. Text me when you’re on your way. Stay safe.” This wedding may not be exactly what she’d pick for herself, but the man she gets to spend the rest of her life alongside certainly is.

She drives aimlessly for a while, no destination in mind. Finally, she decides that while she’s out, she may as well kill two birds with one stone. Pepper mentioned that they’re still lacking the “something old” from ‘something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue’. She considered joking that the groom is over a century old so they’ve got that covered, but as an antique store appears on her right, she decides to go in and see if anything catches her eye.

A bell rings as soon as she steps inside, and although she can’t see anyone, a voice calls out from the center of the store to, “Shout if you need anything.” It’s a hodgepodge of various items, most in disrepair, all covered in a blanket of dust. She comes across a coin in the display counter minted in 1917 and is about to ask if she can get a closer look at it (there’s something about a sixpence in a shoe if she’s remembering correctly), but that’s when she sees it.

The wedding dress is clearly vintage, more than likely an original. As she takes a closer look at the tag, she sees that it reads “hand sewn, 1942”. The price is marked $25 dollars, a good deal even if it were in disrepair. Instead, she can’t find a thing wrong with it. It’s almost as if someone unearthed this in the back of a closet, perfectly preserved, and thought, “Here’s a way to make a quick buck.” For a moment, she allows herself to dream of how she’d look in it, but as the salesperson appears, she pushes that daydream to the side.

“May I see the nickel from 1917, please?”

With one last longing look at the dress, she pays for her purchase, and leaves the store behind.

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It’s not unusual for him to have nightmares. Most times, he can tell that what’s going on around him is a dream, not real life, and wake himself up. Not tonight, however. It all feels too real, not one of his usual dreamscapes, so that he’s stuck reliving a scene from earlier in the day.

It really wasn’t that big of a deal. Coming out of the pet store on his way home with a few bags of dog food (not to mention more toys than the mutt really needs because, despite himself, he’s a sucker for their tripod of a dog), he got recognized. There was the flash of a picture being taken to his right, and when he turned, a man holding a smartphone asked, “Hey, you’re that Winter Solder guy, aren’t you?” In reality, he pretended not to have heard and kept walking, and that was the end of it. In his dream, he’s driven all the way home, only to be cornered as he’s stepping out of his car and activated by HYDRA.

“Longing-”

“Stop.”

“-rusted. Seventeen. Daybreak-”

“Not again. Please.”

“-furnace. Nine. Benign-” As the HYDRA agent speaks, he realizes that she’s in the room with him. Oh no.

“Get out of here! Run!” He tries to warn her, but she just smiles at him, and although he can’t hear what she’s saying, he can see her lips forming the words, “I love you.”

“-One. Freight Car.”

“No!” He bolts upright in bed, drenched in a cold sweat. It’s only when the chill of the night air makes him shiver that he realizes it was just a dream.

“Whoa.” He’s still trying to catch his breath when he feels her hand on his shoulder. “You’re okay, Bucky. Take some deep breaths. That’s it.” He used to be embarrassed whenever this would happen, especially if he managed to wake her up in the process. But since Thanos, all of that has gone by the wayside, and it’s a common occurrence for her to wake up screaming and flailing also.

Practice makes perfect, so it’s only a few moments before his breathing returns to normal and he feels his heart regain it’s rhythm. He turns to her to apologize, but stops short.

“You were already awake.” She nods.

“Yeah. Couldn’t sleep. My mind’s too busy.”

“Busy with what?” As he asks it, he settled back into bed, turning on his side to face her.

“Are we just gonna ignore that you had a nightmare?” He nods

“For now, yeah. It’s still too fresh.” A look of understanding settles on her face. He’s eternally grateful that she’s not one to push him into talking before he’s ready.

“I can’t stop thinking about the fucking wedding.” He snickers at her profanity. “Five hundred people, Buck. Five hundred! I don’t even know that many people, much less like them.” It’s like she’s read his mind.

“All of them staring at us…” She shudders. “It’s silly, but what if I have a vision and instead of saying “I Do” I say, ‘Watch your head!’ or something else just as stupid?”

“Then you’ll be doing better than me.” Her brow furrows in confusion. “I keep having this recurring dream that we get around to the vows and I forget how to talk. Then I look down and realize I’m not wearing pants.” That reminds him… “You still haven’t told me how trying on the dress went.”

She sighs.

“It was an experience.” That can’t be good.

“Didn’t it fit?”

“Oh, it fit.” She nods. “Like a glove.” Then what’s the problem? “It’s a beautiful dress, and I really appreciate all the effort Pepper put into it, but…” Oh. Now he thinks he understands.

“It’s not quite what you imagined.” It’s not a question, but she nods.

“No, but then again, I never imagined my wedding dress because I never imagined getting married.”

“But you still want to, right?” He shouldn’t ask that, but there’s a niggling fear at the back of his mind that she’s realized she doesn’t want to be stuck with him for the rest of their lives.

“Of course I do.” They’re facing each other, crumpled sheets between then, and she reaches out to caress his cheek. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Barnes, nightmare wedding or not.”

They’re quiet for a few minutes, the only sound the air vents circulating a cool breeze through the bedroom. Then she asks,

“Did you ever imagine it? A wedding or getting married?” It’s not something he’d easily admit to most people, but he nods.

“Yeah, I did. Back before the war.”

“Tell me about it.” She closes her eyes, and he can’t help but feel a slight wave of excitement that he gets to see her like this forever.

“It wasn’t like I spent a lot of time daydreaming about it, but…” It was just one of those natural things, a given in life; you get a job, find a girl, get married, and settle down to have a houseful of kids. When the war started, he saw so many of his friends go ahead and tie the knot with their girls before they shipped out, and he took it for granted that one day, he’d do the same thing.

“I guess I figured on having Steve there, standing up with me.” Of course, now Steve is an old man, physically as well as chronologically. He’ll be there of course. Even serve as the best man. However, it looks a little different than he imagined. “It’d probably be small, because we weren’t dirt poor, but we weren’t exactly rich either. Friends and family.” She nods, eyelids still lowered. “Didn’t put much thought into decorations or clothes, but I imagined walking out with her on my arm, whoever the girl ended up being-” Even in his wildest dreams, he couldn’t have imagined a woman as incredible as this. “-and dancing together after it, then heading back to our house, just the two of us.”

“It sounds-” She yawns, and he knows she’s nearly asleep. “-perfect.”

It does to him too, but over time, things change. Even if it sounds nice, a 1940’s shindig probably wouldn’t cut it in today’s busy world with it’s easy access to perfection. Still, a huge chunk of him wishes he could just steal her away and make their promises to each other in private. That makes him wonder: what did it look like when Steve and Peggy got hitched? He supposes he can ask soon enough. Steve’s arriving tomorrow after all.

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“You need any help in there?” Steve thinks about shooting back that he may be old (well, ancient is probably more accurate at this stage) but he can still manage to put on his pants without help, thanks. Instead he just answers,

“Nope. Just giving you a few extra minutes to primp before I come out and embarrass you by pulling off this suit better than you do.” As he pulls on his jacket, he hears Bucky laugh.

“Whatever you say, punk.”

He’s lived a full life, made plenty of other friends. However, he still hasn’t clicked the same way he does with the jerk from Brooklyn, even if said jerk is now seventy years younger than him.

“Alright, I’m done making myself pretty. Get out here, old man.” Chuckling, he pushes open the changing room door and joins Sam and Bucky.

“I don’t know what you two are bragging about.” Sam grins and straightens his tie. “Clearly I’m the best looking person here even without being hopped up on super soldier mojo.”

Bucky fakes a frown and elbows Sam.

“Remind me again why you’re invited to my wedding?”

“Because the bride likes me.”

“No accounting for taste.”

“Clearly, since she’s marrying you.”

Even though it’s obviously a joke, Steve internally winces. He’s already half-way expecting to talk Bucky down off the ledge at least three times in the next two days, convince him that yes you you are good enough for this girl, no I don’t think she’s making a mistake entrusting her future to you. Back in the day, he was the shy one with a lack of self-confidence. After everything HYDRA did, it’s his best friend who believes he’s unworthy of a second chance at life.

However, throughout most of the morning, there’s absolutely no sign of the impending breakdown. Steve’s nearly convinced that he’s guessed wrong, that there won’t be any fires to put out when, on the drive back to his hotel room, it happens.

“Can I ask you something?” He can’t really read his best friend’s facial expression since the other man is driving, facing straight ahead, but if the tension in body language is anything to judge from, this isn’t going to be a casual conversation.

“Sure.”

“Were you nervous before you and Peggy tied the knot?”

He nods.

“More like scared shitless.” It wasn’t the fact that, for the rest of their lives, they would be tied together, not just emotionally but legally as well. If anything, he was nearly giddy with excitement over that part. “All those people with their eyes on you and your dearly beloved? Don’t tell anyone, but five minutes before I had to be in place, I was in the bathroom losing my lunch.” Bucky snickers, and even he chuckles at the memory. “But I got through it because it was her. She was what I wanted at the end of the day. I would’ve gone through with it in front of a million people or in a broom closet. It didn’t matter. Everything except Peg was just trappings.”

Neither of them say anything else for the rest of the trip. On Steve’s part, he’s mentally reliving the day he married Peggy Carter through his memories. In fact, he’s so busy reminiscing that he doesn’t realize the car has stopped moving and they’re parked outside the hotel until his name is called for what must be at least the third time.

“Sorry.” He smiles apologetically. “It’s just a side affect of getting old: you spend a lot of time stuck in the past and forget about the present.”

“It’s okay.”

He reaches to open his door, but before he can-

“Do you have anything going this afternoon? Maybe need to take a nap or something?” This time, he doesn’t swallow down the sarcastic comment that springs to mind.

“Yeah, right after I finish rubbing liniment on my joints, I’m gonna go down to the old folks’ home and play bingo, maybe yell at some kids to get off my lawn. That is, unless you have something else in mind.”

“Well, I was gonna go interrupt my girl’s day and ask her if she’d go down to the courthouse and elope with me since we’re both dreading the trappings, but it sounds like you’re busy, so…”

It’ll smart later, but he tags the back of his best friend’s head.

“Go get your girl, jerk. Just tell me when and where to meet you.”

“Are you sure you don’t need a nap?”

“Respect your elders!”

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She’s elbow deep in clothing (when the hell did they acquire that many tshirts between them), attempting to make a dent in the number of things they still have to pack before next week’s move-in date, when she hears the apartment door open. That’s weird. He’s not supposed to be home until later in the day. It’s unnecessary, a reflex at this point, but she feels for the hidden knife she still keeps on her at nearly all times. It’s most likely not an intruder, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

The funny thing about living with someone is that the little things about them, details you never forced yourself to pay attention to, become ingrained in your memory without you realizing it. In this case, she recognizes the speed and heaviness of the footfalls, and that’s what makes her lower her guard.

“In the bedroom.” He hasn’t asked, but it’ll save him from looking through each room that comes before this one. And, if he’s home this early, they’ll probably have something to discuss.

“Hey.”

As she repeats the greeting back to him, she studies his expression. A smile, small but genuine. Also… nervous? That’s strange. She’s gotten good at reading the tiny tells that are still there behind the perfect, unflappable mask, but usually it takes her a lot longer to crack the code. Something major is going on.

“How’s the packing coming?” As he asks, he picks up a shirt (one of his, although it’s not folded) and tosses it into a box.

“It’s coming along fine. Do you want to talk about it some more or dive into why you’re home so early?”

“That depends. Do you already know what I’m gonna say?”

She shakes her head. No visions so far, at least not about this.

“Then I guess I’d better quit stalling.” That doesn’t sound good. “So, about the wedding.” For a moment, she’s worried he’s calling it off, that he’s decided he’d rather not spend the rest of his life with her. But if that were the case, wouldn’t he have mentioned it last night when they were both lying there unable to sleep, discussing things? “Is it safe to say we’re both dreading it? Not what comes after, but the part where five hundred of our closest friends stare at us?”

Her lips curl into a smirk.

“You could say that.”

“Well, I was thinking that maybe there’s a way to avoid it and still get the job done. Something more like what we talked about last night. You were awake for that part, right?”

Barely. In fact, she remembers her final thought before drifting off being, “I wish we could do things that way.” Still…

“Pepper’s put so much effort in. People are traveling, have already made arrangements-”

“So we still show up on Saturday, but behind the scenes, we would’ve already made things official. Maybe gone to the courthouse like you wanted to, just us and Steve? One other person if you had anyone in mind, since there need to be two witnesses?” It’s an appealing idea. The marriage license is still sitting on the kitchen table, waiting for them to sign on the day of. In theory, all they need to do is make an appointment and show up with their two witnesses. In practice…

“Hypothetically speaking, when would we be doing this?” Immediately, the small sign of nervousness melts from his face.

“This afternoon at four thirty, since that’s the only time before Saturday they had available. Hypothetically.”

She pretends to think about it, but can’t hide the smile that sneaks across her face.

“Then it’s a yes.” Now they’re both smiling like idiots. Taking his offered hand, she rights herself and circles her arms around his neck.

“So we’re really doing this, huh?” His arms wrap around her, and now they’re so close, she can feel his heart beating.

“Looks that way.” She leans up, closing the gap between them and presses her lips against his.

It’s tempting to just stand there, making out like teenagers, but eventually, she has to back away. It’s comical how startled he looks (that and slightly flustered).

“I’ve gotta get out of here.”

“What?”

She snickers. “I don’t know much about weddings, but I’m fairly certain you’re not supposed to see me ahead of time. Bad luck and all.”

“Wouldn’t want to risk that.” With one last peck, he lets her go. “Do you want me to head out and give you the apartment, or-”

“No, you stay. I actually have some errands to run.” Not saying another word (otherwise, she’ll end up gushing about how she can’t to start their life together), she grabs her keys from the nightstand and heads towards the door.

Once she’s in the car, a memory from the other day of that 1940s wedding dress sitting in an antique store comes back to her. There wasn’t a size on the label, and the material might be too fragile for her to even get it on her body. But it was so… perfect. It’s decided: she’s going in search of it. If it fits her, yay! If it doesn’t work out, she’s still got enough time to stop in at a department store and purchase something else.

The whole thing is slightly absurd. She peals into the antique store and, after eyeballing the dress, purchases it without so much as trying it on. Then, stopping at a fast food place, she undresses in a bathroom stall and pulls on the dress. The material is slightly musty from all the years of disuse, but it goes on easily. As she peers at herself in the bathroom mirror, a giggle rises from deep inside her. For the first time in this whole process, she feels like a bride.

She’s still dressed in the vintage white gown when she steps inside the first florist’s shop she comes across The woman behind the counter gives her a strange look, but doesn’t ask any questions as she sells her the simple bouquet of violets with a few pieces of greenery. She knows she must look odd, but she can’t bring herself to care. She’s flying too high. Maybe that’s the reason why, as she puts the finishing touches on her makeup, still in her car, she tucks a few of the flowers into her hair. There. That’s better.

She spots his car in the parking lot, so she knows he’s already there. That’s when the nerves hit her. This is it. They’re actually doing this. After today they won’t just be to people sharing an apartment (among other things); they’ll be husband and wife. She’s ready. God, is she ready. But the enormity of it is intimidating. What if she’s not a good wife? What if he’s expecting her to be the perfect domestic goddess (that’s absurd, she knows, but rationality just flew out the window)? Or on a more practical level, what if he doesn’t like how she looks? There’s only one way to find out. Slowly, hands shaking, she pulls open the courthouse door.

Steve’s waiting for her just inside the building. Apparently, he takes traditions very seriously, because when she asks where Bucky is, he just shakes his head. “He’s here, but you’re not gonna see him until you’re in the room, about to sign the paperwork.” She’s not going to fight it (after all, she’s the one who brought up separating in the first place), but she does still have a question.

“Steve, can I ask you for a massive favor?”

“Sure.” Here it goes.

“I know there’s not a real aisle, but would you walk me inside?” He may be seventy years older than he was when she met him, but the smile is still the same.

“Yeah. I’d be honored to do it.”

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Bucky’s not sure what the connection is between being so nervous you’re ready to climb the walls and the urge to pace, but regardless, that’s what he’s doing. The clock in the office where he’ll be exchanging vows with the woman he loves more than he ever thought was possible reads four twenty-nine. One minute left, give or take. One minute, and then the rest of his life begins.

The seconds hand seems to move incredibly slowly, but finally, it reaches it’s destination. On cue, the door opens, and all the breath leaves his lungs. Here she is.

It’s not the way he’d imagined it as a kid. Steve’s not at his side. He’s considerably older, rougher around the edges. They’re in a courthouse instead of a church. But as a kid, he also didn’t imagine anything that can compare to her.

It goes without saying that she’s beautiful; that’s always the case. But all the old stories are true: there’s something about seeing her in a white dress walking towards him just before they promise to love, honor, and cherish each other for the rest of their lives that makes her shine like never before. She’s not just beautiful. She’s brilliant.

“Hey.” Right. He need to say something.

“Hey. You made it.”

She chuckles and pushes back a stray tendril.

“Yeah, well I had a date I was really excited for, so I rearranged my schedule.”

Before he can say anything else (he’s not sure what, because frankly, all thoughts except “I love you” have disappeared), the door opens and a man in a business suit sticks his head out.

“Is everyone here?”

He looks at her for confirmation.

“Everyone that needs to be.”

“Then right this way.”

He’s not aware of much that is said during the ceremony after they join hands, too busy memorizing what she looks like so he’ll never forget. This is definitely one of those moments you want to carry with you the rest of your life.

They stick to the standard vows. He takes her to be his lawfully wedded wife to have and hold from this day forward, for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish ‘til death do them part, and vise versa. As he slips the ring on her finger, he catches her eye and mouths a silent, “I love you.”, which she repeats back as she slides on his wedding band.

“By the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” That’s it. This is real. They’re married. “You may kiss the bride.” He doesn’t have to be told twice.

After the paperwork is signed, they agree to go and have dinner. Steve’s come all this way, and something seems right about celebrating with his oldest friend. He hadn’t thought far enough ahead to make a reservation so, still dressed in their formal clothes, they slide into a corner booth at a local diner. Nothing important is said; it’s mostly laughter and inside jokes between a group of friends. By seven o’clock, he’s dropped Steve off at his hotel and is on his way back home.

The apartment is mostly packed up at this point. The only things left are their clothes, a few kitchen and bathroom essentials, and their bed. Even the record player she gave him as a birthday gift has been shipped off to the townhouse they’ll officially move into sometime next week. But, he thinks to himself as he lets himself in, the great thing about going to sleep in 1945 and waking up in the 2000s is that while his taste in music may not have evolved by much, technology has. Which means-

“Hey, stranger.” She’s still wearing the dress, their dog sitting next to her on the bed with his head in her lap. It would be a crime to let that go to waste.

“Come here.” He motions for her to join him, and as soon as she stands, starts scrolling through is phone.

“What are you doing?” The confusion melts from her face as the first few notes of the song fill the room.

Holding out his hand, he asks, “May I have this dance?”

A soft smile crosses her face as, nodding, she folds herself into his arms.

“You can have every dance.”

Two days from now, they’ll stand in front of five hundred people, most of whom they've never met before, and make their vows once again. It'll be uncomfortable and even a little jarring, but it won’t matter. Steve's right: it’s all trappings. What’s real is now; the beautiful woman in his arms, his wife, and the life they’ll build together. It’s not what Bucky imagined all those years ago as a naïve kid in Brooklyn. This is far better.

#marvel #avengers #bucky x reader #the winter soldier #captain america #fluff #bucky barnes #bucky barns x y/n #bucky fanfic

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Survey #345

“this is the year where hope fails you / the test subjects run the experiment / and the bastards you know, is the hero you hate”

Do you have any scars from burns? No. Have you ever built a snowman? Yes. Growing up, Dad would always help my sisters and I make them. Good memories. How about a sand castle? Yeah, but not any impressive ones at all. Just the ones where you fill a pail with sand and flip it over. Have you ever used crutches? Tried when I tore a ligament in my foot, but the pair we had were too tall for me to use them comfortably at all, so I never really "used" them. Have you ever been in a tree house? No. Would you ever move to China? No. Did you ever go to daycare as a kid? I went to one for literally a day because Mom was disgusted with how I was treated. I accidentally wandered into the wrong room or something and one of the guardians slapped my hand when she scolded me, and I think I sobbed the rest of the day, but partially because I had AWFUL separation anxiety from my mom. Afterwards, Mom just had people she knew babysit my sisters and me. Who’s one of the most talented people you know? What are they talented at? As for people who are still in my life/I still consider to "know," I'm unsure, but only because there are so many talented people in my life. One of my older sisters is a fantastic cake decorator and artist in general, and my little sister is truly skilled with working with children; she's a kid magnet. Sara is really good at animation, and I wish she'd do it more! Do you usually pay with cash, debit card, or credit card? Cash. I don't have a credit or debit card. Are you the type of person who can make friends with just about anyone? Yeah, but I have my limits. I'm very open-minded and can befriend people with a wide range of beliefs and personalities, but I know where to draw the line. There comes a point where giving your friendship to someone is like passively supporting their ways, and I don't want to do that if those are overwhelmingly negative and/or hateful. Have you ever experienced a medical emergency? Well yeah, I overdosed on cold medicine. I was surprisingly okay, but I assume it's because I was taken to the hospital fast enough for fluids? Idk. What was the last thing you borrowed from someone? Ummm no clue. Are you muscular? Uh, no. When you go to a restaurant, do you prefer to sit at a booth or a table? Booth. What’s something you think everyone should do/experience at least once in their life? Love. Has your car ever been broken into? I don't have a car, but neither of my parents' has been. Have you ever recorded yourself doing a cover of a song? No. Do you watch television shows more in the dark or the day time? I just don't watch TV. Are there any movies out there that basically make you want to puke? None that I've seen, no. But I won't watch The Human Centipede for this exact reason, as I KNOW it would make me hurl. Any secrets you’d never tell anyone? No matter how close they are to you? Yes. Do you consider yourself a promiscuous person? Not even slightly. Do you know anyone who has AIDS? What about yourself? I don't know anyone with it, no, and I don't have it either. Has anyone ever mistaken you to be a member of the opposite sex? No. What’s your favorite hair color on the opposite sex that you love? I like colored hair, but if we're talking natural colors, then black. Have you ever had a child before? If so, what’s his/her name? Nope, never gonna have one. Which baby animal is your favorite? Meerkats for sure. I also love kittens. Do you like jam on your toast and biscuits? Yeah. Are there any plants in your home? No. What food does honey go best with? *shrug* Have you ever carved a pumpkin? Yeah. Have you ever reread a book? I read Because of Winn-Dixie twice, and I've read Meerkat Manor: Flower of the Kalahari countless times, although after the first read, I skipped over Clutton-Brock's massive tangents that had nothing to do with meerkats. They really took away from the book, imo. Would you ever like to own a chandelier? Sure, like above the dinner table. It's not a big deal for me, though. What scent is the last body wash you used? Oh my god, it's this cinnamon bun scent that I got for I think my b-day, and I LOVE it. It's going to suck when it's gone. Do you have any religious symbols in your home? Probably somewhere, I just don't pay attention. What religion do you identify with, if any? None. Do you enjoy flavored coffee? If so, which flavor is your favorite? I don't like coffee at all. Do you know someone who has asthma? Yeah, my mom. What is the most controversial thing you’ve done? Come out as bi, I guess. Other than interviews, do you ever “dress to impress?" No. Are you currently listening to music? Yeah: "The Man Who Made a Monster" by Dance With the Dead. When was the last time you got really nervous? I should NOT be blanking on this, but I sure am. I don't think I've been REALLY nervous in a while, but certainly nervous like... always. What was the first thing you ate today? I had a bagel. Have you ever had one of those elementary-school boy/girlfriends? No; I didn't have my first boyfriend 'til the 7th grade. Name something random in your car: I don't have my own car. What do you want to tell someone who has died (and who is it, if anything)? I wish I could tell Steve Irwin thank you and that he truly did change the world. I think a lot about just how unspeakably proud he would be of his children and how madly in love he'd be with Bindi's newborn. That family is the definition of wholesome, and I desperately wish Steve was still around. Have you ever stolen from a friend or family member? Wow, no. Would/did you cheat on someone for revenge? Or if they wouldn’t find out? No, that's incredibly childish. If you got pregnant right now, would you keep the baby? The only way I could get pregnant right now was if I was, God fucking forbid, raped. I don't think I'd be able to keep it; it would scar me for life, but at the same time, even though I'm pro-choice, I don't know if I could go through with an abortion without feeling like shit and forever thinking "well you could've just given it up for adoption." I don't like thinking about this topic. Any history with eating disorders (or tendencies)? No, thankfully. I've had bulimic thoughts before, but I've never acted on them. Does your family have a secret? No. If single, would you knowingly be who someone cheats on someone else with? Nooope. Guilt would eat me alive. Have you ever contemplated physically hurting yourself or another? I have hurt myself, but never other people. Choose one living person you’d like to meet. I won't have lived a full life w/o meeting Mark at least once laksdj;flakwjer. Who is someone you know would take a bullet for you? My mom would without a millisecond's hesitation. I'm sure Dad would, too. The next time you are on an airplane, where will you be traveling to? Most likely Illinois to visit Sara again. Where is your dad from? Ohio. Aside from your own, whose house did you last set foot into? My older sister's. What is something that makes you very squeamish? Vomit is #1. Do you even use an alarm clock, or do you just use your phone? I use my phone. Have you ever moved to a different state? No. Lived in NC my whole life. Can you do long division in your head? I can't do math in my head period. Do you have a wide imagination? Oh yes. Would you mind living on a farm? I wouldn't want to. Farms take way too much maintenance. Do you enjoy watching horror films? Oh yeah. Have you ever been to Niagara Falls? No, but I'd love to. Who are you in love with? Nobody. When is the last time you took a picture? I took a picture of Venus like a week ago when I had her out of her terrarium and she was just coiled between my arm and the laptop, totally chillin' out. I was IN a picture just a couple days ago, because my eldest sister came over to visit with her husband. It was great. Do you wash your own car or make the car wash do it? I don't have a car. Are you a fan of parties? Not big ones, no. I'd enjoy chilling out with a few people I'm friends with/know, just chatting and hanging out. Next trip you’re going to take? I don't know. My sister Misty's wedding is coming up soon, but we doubt we'll be able to go because of 1.) Mom's car would never make the drive, and 2.) Covid, and Mom's immunocompromised. It sucks, but she's being understanding about it. Were you in honor roll in school? Yeah. If you could know one thing about the future, what would it be? If I'll ever be happy with my life. What’s your favorite lunch meat? Ham. Do you drink your soda from a straw? I don't like to, no, because I drink faster via a straw, and I like to drag my soda out throughout the day so I don't go through more than I should. Do you like hot sauce? Yesssssss. Do you like Ellen Degeneres? Sure, she seems like a great person. Who do you think is the cutest celebrity? UMMMMMM like have you ever seen Mark Fischbach laugh?????? Did you ever play softball? For quite a long time as a kid, yeah. Would you like to live to be 110 years old? No, that sounds like torture. I don't want to live to where I'm essentially a walking (if even) corpse. No energy, no strength... no thanks. Do you like getting your picture taken? NO. Ever seen a tornado? Thank fuck no. When you were little, did you do gymnastics? No. Do you know anyone who is pregnant? I know a number of people who are. Two are due very soon. Do you like being the X or the O when you play tic-tac-toe? I like being the X. Have you ever tried crowd surfing? No. Do you like the movie Bambi? If so, who is your favorite on there? I've actually somehow never seen it, though I would like to. Do you like onion rings? No. Are you more afraid of going to the doctor or dentist? I'm not really afraid of either, but I dislike going to the doctor more. Have you ever been to an animal shelter? Yeah. Have you ever bought yourself or someone else lingerie? No. Have you ever had a serious issue involving your eyes? Nothing more than needing glasses. When you were a teenager, did your parents set rules about dating? Not really, besides the obvious age gap stuff. I was allowed to follow my heart with who I was interested in, really. Have you ever lived with a person who you tried to avoid at all costs? There were times like this with Dad when my parents were still together and he was in a bad mood, especially if he was drinking. Have you ever committed a crime that directly harmed another person? No. What is your worst childhood memory? There was this very weird three day period where I could've sworn up and down I was constantly on the verge of puking. On the third night, Mom finally took me to the hospital, but they couldn't find anything wrong. Oddly enough, I felt better the next morning... The whole situation was fucking awful for someone who was and still is terrified of vomiting. Do you remember where you first drove to after getting your license? I don't have my license. What did you get into trouble for the most when you were a kid? Being on the computer too much. What is your favourite game show to watch? Family Feud with Steve Harvey. When’s the last time had to cover a coworker’s shift? Never. Is there a word you have an emotional connection to? "Petrichor." How about a sound? Any emotional connection to a sound? LOTS of songs. Where is your favourite place to get fries? Bojangle's. Their seasoning is *chef's kiss* Do you always have a stock of alcohol in your house? No. Have you ever fainted? Yes. Do you get out of bed on the left side or right side? Left. Do you fall asleep with your mouth open or closed? It embarrasses me for some reason, but usually open, because I have a hard time breathing through my nose when I lie down for some reason? I don't take allergy medicine though when I'm really supposed to, so that might explain it... Is there a book you keep telling yourself you’ll read but still haven’t? I have Margaret Atwood's The Testaments that I want to read, but Wings of Fire has taken precedent, so I really don't know if I'll get to it. It would also be nice to catch up with Erin Hunter's Warriors, but that I know I won't do. Did your family ever own a vacation home? No. Have you ever opened a wine bottle? Nope. Have you been inside of a police station? No. What would you never change about yourself? I mean, there's a number of things. I would never allow myself to lose my empathy and compassion for others, for one. I'll never grow a head too big for my body. Do you pretty much need a car to get around where you live? Yeah. Public transport isn't a big thing here, especially outside the cities, and living in the South, places are pretty spread out/not within reasonable walking distance. Have you been to Australia? No, and I'm honestly too scared to go, even though I think it would be extremely cool. All the venomous animals just frighten me, and I find huntsman spiders to be TERRIFYING, regardless of how harmless they are. Do you mind drinking room-temperature water? UGH, I absolutely do mind. I HAVE to drink cold water. If it's even slightly on the warm side, it makes me want to gag.

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