#ive been seeing these other dr ship weeks happen and i think to myself every time..... may i..... do that...? me too perhaps.....?? 👉🏼👈🏼

[en-chi-la-da]

[sacredsorceress]

Milestone || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: a journey through some of the biggest milestones in yours and bucky’s relationship from the day you first met to sharing a home of your own

a/n: in this we’re gonna pretend that bucky didn’t get dusted! also reader has powers similar to those of wanda’s. reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 3.4k

warnings: none, fluff

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The First Time You Met

Running down the hallway of the airport, you watched as Peter was swept off of his feet and into the air by none other than Falcon, leaving the man you recognized as the Winter Soldier in your midst. Your shoes squeaking against the floor as you stopped short, you threw your arms into the air, stopping the man from moving.

Snapping his attention towards you, he furrowed his eyebrows and you could feel him fighting against your magic. Squeezing your eyes shut you tried your hardest to keep him contained but with only so much experience, he broke through it in a minute, coming for you straight after.

“Shit.” You cursed to yourself, watching as he strode over to you.

Clasping your hands together before pulling them apart, you created a baton of sorts in just enough time to hold it in front of yourself as Bucky cornered you into a wall. Pushing him back with the beam, you grunted, trying your hardest to keep the magic from dying out.

“You’re not very good at this.” He commented, attempting to pull the magical beam from your hands.

“I’m...” You grunted. “.... new.”

Using all of your force, you shoved him back. Taking the first opportunity you saw, you began shooting blasts of magic at him while he stumbled backwards. Attempting to dodge the blasts, he moved forward, putting his hands in the air.

“Look,” He said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Watching as he stumbled backwards, closer to a ledge, you halted the blasts, tilting your head sideways.

“Lucky me.”

As soon as the words fell from your mouth, you used the rest of your force, swinging your arms backwards and then pushing forward to shove him through the railing and over the edge, his eyes wide as he fell backwards. When he fell, he took the Falcon with him. 

Glancing up above, you saw Peter, shooting a web to hold the two men to the ground. Feeling the energy in your palms, you floated down to the floor they were held to, standing above them.

“Look guys, I would love to keep this up but I’ve only got one job here today and I’ve gotta impress Mr. Stark, so I’m really sorry-” You watched as the drone took Peter’s web and pulled him through the window cutting him short, Peter screaming as it did.

Turning back to the men, you pulled the hood of your cloak over your head.

“Don’t worry about the drone thing,” You said. “I know when to see myself out.”

Turning to make your way towards the exit of the airport, you heard Bucky call from behind you.

“Hey!” He shouted. “Who are you?”

Bucky didn’t know why he was asking. He could barely even remember facts about himself, never mind keep track of every super human person he came across, but there was something nagging in his mind, begging him to learn more.

Glancing over your shoulder, looking at the Winter Soldier one last time, you smirked.

“Y/n.”

And with that you left the airport.

First Touch

The hatch to the ship opening, you stumbled down the steps, gripping Nebula’s arm to keep your balance. As Steve took hold of Tony, Pepper rushing to his side, you looked up to find the familiar face of Rhodey making his way towards you.

“I chose the wrong day to go see who Dr. Strange was.” You chuckled somberly, trying to make light of the situation.

Grabbing your arm to steady you as you slowly walked down the steps, Rhodey shook his head.

“The fight wasn't much better back here.” He said. “At least we had oxygen though. You’re not looking so good, kid.”

Too afraid to have looked at your deteriorating reflection the past three weeks, you knew he was being too kind.

It had been nearly three weeks since Thanos snapped away a half of the universe’s population, leaving you, Tony and Nebula stranded in space. You had run out of fuel weeks ago and had nearly lost hope of ever returning home as the oxygen supply began dwindling until Captain Marvel had found your ship and brought you all safely back to the Avengers Compound.

Despite being back, three weeks in space had left you exhausted, starving and dehydrated- just to name a few.

Biting back the dizziness you felt, you sighed.

“I’m- I’m fine, Rhodes.” You said, beginning to feel lightheaded. “It’s nothing-”

Missing your footing on the step, you tripped, losing your balance from Rhodey, about to hit the ground until you felt an arm wrap around your torso and the cool touch of metal grasp your hand. Looking up, you were met with the familiar face of the man you had fought two years ago at the airport in Germany, his hair cut shorter since the last time you had seen him, but recognizable nonetheless.

“Bucky Barnes?” You asked, standing up straighter with his assistance.

“Y/n.” He replied, shooting you a gentle smile.

Although you had what many would consider super-human abilities with your magic, due to being discovered after the civil war between the Avengers that had effectively split up the group- you weren't used to being recognized. Hearing your name fall from his lips felt somewhat gratifying.

“You remember my name?” You asked in disbelief

“Hard to forget the name of the woman who kicked my ass.” Bucky chuckled, helping you walk towards the doors of the Compound. “Doesn't happen often.”

For the first time in weeks you allowed yourself to smile as you gazed up at the man holding you steady, making sure you didn’t fall. When his blue eyes met yours, you adverted your gaze, turning your attention towards Natasha who wheeled a wheelchair through the doors of the Compound and towards the two of you.

Moving his flesh hand to rest on your lower back, his vibranium one still in yours, he helped you slowly ease into the chair. When you sat back in the chair, resting your feet on the footrests, you looked up at the super soldier and smiled.

“Not looking for a rematch are you?” You asked, slipping your hand out of his and resting it on your abdomen. “‘Cause I think I’m gonna need a raincheck.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he laughed shaking his head.

“No, I think I’m done with fighting.” He said.

Feeling Natasha pulling back on the wheelchair, about to spin your chair around and towards the doors, you threw him one last smile.

“That makes two of us.”

Just when Bucky was about to turn around and walk away as Nat wheeled you through the doors, the chair stopped and he watched as you glanced over your shoulder.

“And Sarge?” You called.

“Yeah?”

“I like the new arm.”

For the first time in decades, Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks as he watched you tiredly speak to Natasha until you left his line of sight.

First Kiss

It had taken you nearly a month to recover from your time in space since returning back to Earth. Although you understood that there wasn’t much to be done since Thanos had wiped out half of the universe, you still felt guilty taking up space in the Compound when all you would do was lay in bed, attached to an IV. 

The one thing that made your time on bedrest a little more bearable was none other than Bucky Barnes.

Throughout your stay in bed he had consistently visited you. Though at first he was a bit shy, you had proven to be someone he could trust- assuring him that he could never be a bother to you and that you genuinely enjoyed having his company- maybe a bit too much, but you would never tell him that.

Bucky himself was surprised that he had put himself so out there with you after living such a solitary life for nearly the past 80 years, but there was just something about you that drew him to you time and time again. He couldn’t pinpoint it- whether it was your kindness, humor or intelligence- he found both joy and peace in your presence- something he had almost forgotten what it felt like to be in.

So, despite the voice in the back of his head telling him that you didn’t want to see him, he had visited you while you got better in bed, taking care of you in the littlest of ways until he watched the dark circles under your eyes fade away and your ability to walk without his assistance return.

Finally feeling somewhat better, you had insisted to bucky that you were ready to train again and no matter how many times he tried to convince you that you weren’t, he could never say no once you squeezed his hand and pouted up at him.

He was regretting not saying no to you as he now stood across from you in the training room.

“Y/n, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” He said, watching you sway in your spot despite your feet being planted to the mat.

“C’mon Barnes,” You taunted, raising your hands. “You scared?”

Just as he was about to open his mouth again, you shot a blast of magic towards him, Bucky dodging it just as it whooshed past his head.

“I wasn’t even ready!” Bucky exclaimed.

Shrugging your shoulders you formed another beam made of magic, holding either ends of it with your hands as Bucky came towards you.

Trying to plant your feet to the ground, feeling another hit of dizziness wash over you, you pushed him back with the beam, but before you could do anything more, his leg swept under yours, making you lose your balance. 

Before you fell to the ground, however, the magic in your hands diminished as you gripped your hands into Bucky’s shirt bringing him down with you.

Flipping over before you fell, you landed on top of the super soldier, your hands planted firmly on his chest. With his hands above his head that was inches away from yours, you both stared at each other- you finally noticing just how much you liked the scruff that coated his jawline and him admiring the color of your eyes and how he swore he could lose himself in them if only he had the chance.

Opening your mouth, you felt the thumping of Bucky’s heart against your fingertips that were resting on his chest as he gazed up at you.

“Your heart is beating really fast.” You whispered, out of breath despite you barely having trained.

“Yeah, it does that when I see you.”

You could barely believe what you were hearing until you felt Bucky’s hands come up and cup your face, glancing down at your lips before back to your eyes, asking wordlessly for your approval. 

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you eagerly nodded back at him.

Before you could even process it, you felt Bucky’s lips meeting yours as he pulled you into a kiss, his hands moving from cupping your face to wrapping around your body, pulling you tight against him. All you could remember thinking was that despite his tough exterior, his lips were soft and you could lose yourself in the comfort of having his arms around you all day if he let you.

Pulling away first, a beaming smile spread across Bucky’s face as he rubbed circles against your back.

“If you wanted to kiss me so bad,” He teased. “You could’ve just asked.”

First “I Love You”

Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, your legs swinging in the air, you offered the bag of popcorn in your hand to your boyfriend who was sat beside you. Taking his eyes off of the view in front of him, he grabbed a fistful of the salty treat from the bag, popping it in his mouth.

“Did you have stuff like this back in the olden times?” You asked, laying your head on his shoulder.

“What?” He asked despite his mouth being full. “You mean fireworks? How old do you think I am?”

Laughing at how he mocked offense over your question, you sat up straight, pecking his cheek.

“One hundred doesn’t sound much better, babe.”

Rolling his eyes, knowing that you loved him anyway, he brushed off the remaining salt from his fingertips, wrapping his vibranium arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.

Just as he pressed a gentle kiss against your temple, he jumped in his spot as he heard the loud sound of the first firework shooting up into the air over the water before “popping” and bursting into an array of color.

“Look!” You exclaimed, pointing towards the display. “It’s starting!”

Although he took a quick glance at the firework display, his attention was purely focused on you. He couldn’t help but admire the way the colorful lights reflected on your skin or how you had a hint of an open smile on your face watching as the fireworks burst midair. No show could compare to looking at you.

He couldn't help but feel his heart race in his chest, breath caught in his throat as he admired your beauty- even when you were still in your suit from watching over the parade with him earlier that evening. He was convinced there wasn’t a single thing about you that he wasn’t completely enamored with and you only gave him more reasons to love you every single day.

Before he even realized what he was saying, admiring you in complete bliss and utter awe, the words slipped out of his mouth.

“I love you.”

He thought you wouldn’t be able to hear, the sound of another firework popping ringing in his ear, but when you turned towards him, your eyes wide and mouth agape, he knew you had.

“Did you just say that you love me?” You asked, fireworks continuing to burst behind you.

Not one to lie- especially not to you- he nodded his head.

“Yeah.”

A smile beginning to form on your face, you grabbed the strap on his jacket, pulling him closer to you.

“I love you too.”

Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his, the sound of the finale of the display ringing behind you as the fireworks burst one after another in air, every color imaginable washing over your joined figures sitting on the edge of the rooftop on that cool summer night, almost as if it were taking the feeling shared between the two of you and bringing it to life for the world to see.

First Home

“Okay!” You nodded, pointing to the corner of your living room. “That one can go over there. Thank you so much for your help, Steve.”

“I helped Buck move into his first apartment, Y/n.” Steve said wiping his hands on his pants. “I wouldn’t miss stuff like this for anything.”

Smiling at Steve’s comment, you felt Bucky’s vibranium hand land on your lower back, pulling you closer. Leaning into his touch, you wrapped your arm around him in return, staring up at your boyfriend.

“Yeah and the first time he was about a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter.” Bucky chuckled. “This is easy for him.”

Watching Natasha set down the last box on top of a pile of the others in the kitchen, you excused yourself from your boyfriend and his best friend, making your way into the other room.

When you had left the two of them’s earshot, Bucky watching as you left, Steve rested his hand on Bucky's shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“You know,” Steve said. “I’m happy for you, Buck. I think this is gonna be good for you.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile at his friend’s comment- despite how cheesy it was- because he knew it was true.

When Bucky’s memory had finally been cleared, a part of him had always feared that even though he had been given a new chance at life, he would never have a normal one. Although he knew “normal” was a strong term for the life you two shared together given that he was a century old super soldier and you had magical abilities- you had given him a chance at a peaceful life full of love and contentment which was all he could ever dream of asking for. 

The idea of finding love and having a family was something that he worried was left eighty years in the past, but you proved to him that life didn’t end for him when he fell from that train- if anything it brought him the beginning he had always hoped for.

“Sure you won’t miss me too bad, pal?” Bucky asked.

Taking his hand back from Bucky’s shoulder, Steve laughed shoving his hand in his pockets.

“No, I think I’m used to it by now.” Steve chuckled. “It’s just like you to be able to find a woman with shared life experience even when half the world disappears.”

Shaking his head at his friend’s joke, he shoved him playfully.

“C’mon, ya’know this is different.” Bucky said. “I think this is the last one for me.”

Without missing a beat, Steve smiled.

“I know.”

Hearing the sound of you and Natasha’s footsteps stepping back into the room, Bucky kept his mouth shut, feeling your hand run over his shoulder as you stood beside him.

“Don’t forget about me now that you have your own place, okay Y/n?” Nat said crossing her arms.

“Don’t worry.” You told her. “I’ll come visit every day.”

“Well, not every day-” Bucky interjected.

“No. I meant what I said. Every day, Nat. You’ll wish you never said anything.”

Once the laughter that had erupted in the room settled, Steve and Nat said their goodbyes to you and your boyfriend, you both waving them off as you shut the door behind them. When the door was shut and you and Bucky were left in your new apartment alone together, you rushed over to your bag by the door, pulling a neatly wrapped gift out of it.

“What’s this?” Bucky asked as you handed him the present.

“Just a little housewarming gift.” You smiled.

Gazing at your smiling face, a smile finding its way onto his, he looked down at the present in his hands, carefully tearing the paper off of the gift to reveal a framed photo of the two of you.

A framed photo of the two of you fighting in an airport three years ago on the day you first met.

“So, Tony had put a camera in Peter’s suit back before we went and fought you guys.” You explained. “And I thought it had to be gone since Peter was... you know... but it turned out that Tony still had the footage so I was able to find some from that day at the airport and in it there was this quick little shot of us fighting and I just had to have it, Buck.”

Flipping the frame around at you, he raised his eyebrows.

“A photo of us fighting?”

“Yes!” You told him. “Do you like it?”

Despite the fact that it was a photo of the two of you fighting- a fight that he had gotten his ass kicked in no less- he loved it more than anything else you could have possibly given him because it was the day he met you. It was the day his life changed and he didn’t even know it in the moment.

Although your story was far from “normal” it was your story and that’s what mattered the most to him.

“I love it, doll.” He said, pulling you into his embrace. “This is a crazy story to tell our kids though, huh?”

“All of them are.” You laughed into his chest. “But I wouldn't have it any other way, Buck. I love you.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, a photograph of the day your story first began in his hand, he smiled.

“I love you too.”

[porchwood]

Hi just so I understand cause i keep waiting for it and it doesnt seem likely to happen have you kind of fallen out of love with wtm? and everlark in general tbh? cause ive been following you for a while now and you always had lil quotes and pictures and things that reminded you inspired you whatever it was about katniss and wtm and now alllll it is is gadge i followed you because personally i love what you did with everlark and im just wondering if thats gone and not foreseeable any time soon?

I’ve been thinking a lot about how to answer this… It’s afair question - to a point. If you’re more of a drop-in person (like me) thanlive-on-the-dash, coming back to find my blog awash in Gadge might have beenquite upsetting. There are several reasons for the current state of things:

1. Life has been driving me into the ground since December26, 2013. (Yes, going on six straight years.) If you were a WtM reader from thebeginning, you may recall that I was pretty energetic and prolific in 2012-2013.Oh, there were tough times, but nothing like what started on the aforementioneddate (a car accident where I was in the “bystander” vehicle and it still got totaled)and has continued relentlessly ever since. Sometimes adversity leads to greatcreativity and sometimes it turns you into a depressed, exhausted, reclusivelump, and the past 5+ years have seen periods of both from me. These past 18months have been exceptionally awful (and expensive), resulting in very littlewriting at all, about any pairing.

2. Writing WtM takes a lot out of me. I don’t know whether thisis common knowledge or not, but it’s the gospel truth. I love that world, Ilove that version of Everlark, but every chapter requires so much hard work, itmakes me tired just to think of it. Not to mention, over the past couple of chaptersEverlark have been pushing for more intimacy than the plot/timeline allows, andso I’ve been struggling with how I want to handle that. Do I fight them andstick to the plan? (I can’t advance the timeline for several reasons.) Do I tryto figure out a cheat for them? They’ve got minds of their own and have changedmy plans multiple times, but this is something they genuinely can’t have, and Ihave to fight them on it. ☹ Which is sad, frustrating, and exhausting.

3. I’m a multi-pairing shipper, and have been from about 3chapters into WtM. Which means that my Everlark fics almost always feature asecondary pairing (or more than one), and sometimes I’ll get a plot bunny for afic about a pairing other than Everlark. Most writers in the THG fandom exclusivelywrite their OTP, whatever the plot bunny, but I find that some plot bunnies don’tfit Everlark as well as they do another pairing. (This is why I’ll never write aBeauty and the Beast Everlark fic unless Katniss is the “Beast,” if you will.)

4. The Everlark fandom is…tricky. I’ve never fit in there. Idon’t write Everlark the way the majority of fans see them (except for Peetabeing “sweet,” I guess), I hated the movies (I refuse to see MJ 1 or 2), and I’vemanaged to really rub some people the wrong way over the years –unintentionally, and for a variety of reasons – all of which leaves me feeling kinda down about Everlark in general. Don’t misunderstand me: I love Everlarkand WtM, but it’s really isolating to be this sad little island of unpopularopinions and unwelcome side-ships. That’s the part I really wish I could makeyou understand. For six years I’ve had Christopher Plummer in my head saying, “You’llnever be one of them,” and he’s so, cruelly, right. I want to cry every time Ithink of Embracing the Season (my E-rated Everlark modern AU oneshot for Lovein Panem - lots of daring for me!) because I poured heart and soul into that andit still wasn’t the Everlark that people wanted.

5. About a year and a half ago (when Strawberry Time reallytook off of its own accord) I participated in Gadge Day 2017, working my buttoff to find and schedule (and tag) over 100 carefully chosen Gale/Madge/Gadge aestheticposts, and for lack of a better way to say it: it turned on my Gadge-dar. After that, thosekinds of posts just leapt out at me whenever I had a chance to scroll, and forseveral months I wasn’t sure what to do with that. With a little encouragementfrom @ghtlovesthg, I came up with #march madgeness – wherein I turned my Tumblrinto Madge/Gadge-land for one month, and it was a blast. (Side-stepping Gadgefor a moment: Madge is a highly underappreciated and underused character,especially in fic/on Tumblr and I love splashing the dash with Madge-love.) Thenext month I launched a run of pent-up Everlark posts (i.e., regularprogramming), but I missed my Madge, so I instituted #madge monday – one day aweek when I could splash the dash with Madge/Gadge. At every juncture I gavepeople tags to block if they didn’t want to see this content (though I stillget unfollows every time I post, alas). I participated in last summer’s THG Reread– on the fringe of it, but my posts (reblogs and meta) were strongly Everlark-focusedagain during that time. So there’s definitely still been Everlark on my blog,but if you’re just dropping in (or for that matter, glancing at my archive), you’regoing to see a majority of Madge/Gadge.

6. Frankly, Gadge is fun. It’s a completely different dynamicthan Everlark, with less pressure to create something transcendent, and whenthe chips are down, I’m more likely to work on something that isn’t my six-years-runningopus. This spring, in the midst of lots of awfulness, I finally wrote a piecethat I’ve had in my head for years – The Best Part of Waking Up – with a differentpairing featured in each drabble “chapter,” including Gadge, Luka/Johanna (whoI’ve been wanting to put out there for AGES) and Jack/Raisa. I haven’t beenable to write quickly in years, and I think I finished those three “chapters”in about two days, maybe three. I completed the Raisa drabble in a couple ofhours and I consider it one of the best things I’ve ever written. (Honestly, ifa pairing was going to topple Everlark in my heart, it would be Jack/Raisa, i.e.,Mr. Everdeen/Mrs. Mellark. I love them to distraction.) Once upon a time I could drabble/sprint Everlark too – notoften, but I could manage it. Maybe it’ll happen again someday, but for thetime being, when I write in quick eager bursts, it’s usually about aside-pairing.

7. Because I just need to say it: about a year ago, I set up a secondary Tumblr for almost all my side-interests and ships outside of THG. When I first joined Tumblr, porchwood was just a fun page where I posted whatever struck my fancy (pretty things, funny things, whatever I liked), and over the next few years, I honed it into a pretty “writer’s notebook” for WtM and my other THG fics (related quotes, aesthetic posts, writing check-ins, etc.). When Star Wars: The Force Awakens came out, I shared a handful of posts pertaining to a new ship (not a new direction for my blog or writing, just sharing my excitement) and it was made very clear to me that people didn’t want to see that content on my page. So when I started watching Voltron: Legendary Defender, I had a sneaking suspicion people wouldn’t want to hear about those ships either. So I started an entirely new Tumblr for that content, and every so often I accidentally post something to the wrong page, which I immediately correct in horror, but people still unfollow. Point being: this blog is THG (and a few personal life updates) ONLY, with a pretty consistent aesthetic. I hide literally everything else that I’m interested in so you don’t have to be bothered by it. Is it really so unacceptable for me to have side-ships (complementary to the main pairing, not threatening to them) in the same universe??

8. Believe it or not, I’ve been working on WtM all along,just not making any massive strides. I tried to chip away at the current chapterduring Camp Nanowrimo last July, and it was a disaster. I thought joining awriting group would be helpful, but I didn’t realize that Camp Nano is basicallya lot of writing sprints in which you try to churn out as many words aspossible, which you then report to your “cabin” – and that’s the onlyinteraction with your fellow writers. I can’t write like that anymore (seeabove) and especially not when it comes to WtM, so I got discouraged veryquickly and sort of drifted away. I reattempted Nano on my own in April and wrotealmost 15K words, but in that instance I was really just using the Nano platform toset and reach a goal (which I didn’t ☹ ); I wasn’t in a cabin and didn’t interact with anyother writers, except my friend @ghtlovesthg, who read the finished portion.

9. I want to finish this dang chapter so much, and frankly, theonly way that’s going to happen is if life gets a little better and I holemyself up with my laptop for hours on end for weeks at a time – and somemagical being comes to support/cheer/comfort me while I do so. It’s currentlysitting at about 25K and I anticipate it will need to be at least double that,which is beyond ridiculous, but that’s the nature of WtM. The chapters are asmany words as it takes.

TL, DR: I still love Everlark and I’m still working on WtM, but my life has been extremely difficult for a very long time and I don’t have a great Everlark lifeline. Gadge and all my other ships are fun, and most of the Gadge you see on my Tumblr is aesthetic stuff for themed days/months/occasions. Anything non-THG goes on my sideblog.

[daddybarnum]

@fuckbarnum and @barnumxcarlyle both tagged me for this thank you wtf!!! i love silly tag games ;;o;;

Rules: Answer 30 questions then tag 20 blogs you would like to know better.

1. Nickname: keena

2. Gender: just like some cryptid gender idk  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

3. Star Sign: taurus

4. Height: 5’’4

5. Time: 10:11pm

6. Birthday: may 4 c: Infinity War day! i’m so excited

7. Favorite Band(s): i have bad taste in music so this isn’t a good question at all to ask me! but i still like panic at the disco i guess

8. Favorite Solo Artist(s): there’s only one correct answer to this question and it’s Carly Rae Jepsen

9. Song Stuck In My Head: Never Enough…. and yeah tbh wait ten minutes and it will be another song from that dam soundtrack because it’s unlawfully catchy and has cursed my squishy slime brain in the worst way. i’ll be trying to sleep or attend to Personal business and can’t get these songs out of my head and it’s been a real inconvenience

10. Last Movie Watched: i took my sisters to see The Greatest Showman this morning, mostly for myself,

11. Last Show I watched: i’ve been half-watching Scrubs for the past four hours lmao... trying to watch it through for the first time? it’s a pretty good show and i ship jd/dr. cox

12. When Did I Create My Blog: i think like two weeks ago?? what a mistake

13. What Do You Post: shitposts and bad art and my attempts to be funny online

14. Last Thing I Googled: i googled lyrics to The Greatest Show. i am a fake fan!

15. Do You Have Any Other Blogs: fun fact about me: i’ve run over 50 tumblr blogs with actual regularly posted content on them so that should tell you all you need to know

16. Do you get asks: HAHAHA no one should interact with me, i have nothing good to say ever.

17. Why Did You Choose Your URL: circus dad hugh jackman

18. Following: 453 blogs :“0 (which is annoying cus i heard that after a certain amount tumblr stops showing every post from every blog on your dash? idk)

19. Followers: none

20. Favourite Colour(s): green and purple!! best color combo

21. Average Hours Of Sleep: my sleep schedule is garbage so as many as i can manage, 

22. Lucky Number: 4 :3

23. Instruments: i am musically illiterate, god i wish i could play an instrument but my brain can’t understand sheet music ehe

24. What Am I Wearing: ;3333 UM the same leggings and polka dot socks and a mint green button up ive been wearing all day and i should probably get pajamas soon maybe

25. How Many Blankets Do I Sleep With: FOUR.. and three pillows.. and two body pillows.. just pile those boys up and nestle in it like a baby chipmunk, that’s called comfort babey

26. Dream Job: i dunno it will never happen but something art related cus that’s the only thing im good at!! i want to be a character designer

27. Dream Trip: i’ve never been outside the u.s. so.. anywheres… i want to go to scotland so badly it’s a gorgeous country

28. Favorite Food: mac and cheese because im 7 years old

29. Nationality: unfortunately american

30. Favourite Song Now: the entire greatest showman soundtrack is a valid answer to this. also Lucid Dreams from the new Owl City album is a good song,,

no tags for me cus i am shy and i’m sorry for putting my awful self all over your dashes ///cries

[janeykath318]

Good Medicine: Kirk x Reader

Note: This was written under the influence of wacky hormones, which usually results in me writing either tear-jerking fluff or soul-crushing angst. Today it was the former. #55 “I fell in love with my best friend” Kirk/Reader

“We’ve been inseparable since the moment in eighth grade when you told off Matt Higgins for rubbing it in about my dad. I was so unused to people sticking up for me, I didn’t know how to handle myself, but you declared we were friends from then on and we were. You wouldn’t give up on me even when I was acting the fool and wasting my life and hurting you. Once I was up in space and we were together again, I felt like I was finally where I was supposed to be. I fell in love with my best friend–my beautiful, amazing, brilliant, caring best friend.”

Your eyes misted over with tears as Jim Kirk spoke these words to you, blue eyes bright with his own emotion. The two of you had eyes only for each other standing hand in hand in front of the small group of wedding guests gathered in the hospital’s quiet little chapel. Jim still wasn’t allowed to leave yet, given his difficult recovery from the radiation, but you’d promised him you’d marry him as soon as he could stand upright long enough, hoping it would entice him out of his gloom.

“Jim, darling,” you started softly, “The world came to a stop for me when I thought you’d left it. I’m glad I followed my instincts that day in PE, because you deserve to be treated right, you deserve to be loved for your own precious self. Your friendship was invaluable to me and thank goodness I’m as stubborn as you are so there was no way I was going to let you convince me to stop being your friend. It’s been a wild ride, but we’re finally here, and there’s no getting rid of me now. Too late to escape now, honey.”

You grinned at him impudently and Jim gave a laugh–a genuine hearty laugh unlike any you’d heard since the Daystrom tragedy kicked off the Khan debacle. It was so good to see him happy again. He’d dealt with a lot of pain and frustration in the aftermath of the coma and it had hurt to see him so frail and tired all the time. He was still very thin, but was starting to gain strength back and was doing physical therapy regularly now.

You thought he looked gorgeous in his pale blue dress shirt, tie, and khakis specially brought in by Winona for the occasion and noticed that Spock and Len had also attired themselves similarly for the occasion as groomsmen.

Across from you, Jim could hardly believe this was happening! After all he’d done and been through he was deeply humbled and touched by your devotion to him. He knew he didn’t deserve you, but he was hopelessly in love and when he’d seen you walking toward him in your wedding gown, he thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He was glad Bones had let this happen, even though the doctor had told him the honeymoon activities would have to wait “until your heart can take the exertion and I’m sure you won’t break in half, kid.” Jim had mildly protested this as a matter of principle, but admitted Bones was right.

He took a breath and launched into the second part of the vows, repeating this part after the chaplain. He promised to love and cherish you, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death did you part. If your hands tightened a bit on his when he spoke the last line, well, it was quite understandable. He knew you’d been devastated with what he’d had to do to save the ship and both of you had been seeing counselors, both separately and together to help work out the emotional fallout of the trauma you’d been through, But, you’d been his rock through the dark days Post coma and he wanted nothing more than to be your husband.

You, in turn, tried not to let your voice quiver as you repeated your vows, but were unsure of your success. However, given the way Jim was looking at you with an adoring gaze, you decided it didn’t really matter.

As he slid the ring on your finger, you smiled and remembered the day you’d decided to make things official.

Jim had had a very trying day, dealing with reacting badly to the supposedly nourishing liquid they were trying to feed him and needing more IVs then getting disappointing results in his latest blood work which meant he wasn’t progressing as fast as they’d hoped.

When you’d come to visit him, he was in the depths of despair.

“I’m never getting out of here, Y/N,” he sighed resignedly. “Every time I think I’ve made progress, some kind of setback happens. Bones wasn’t happy and I could see it, but he didn’t even pretend to lecture me, so I knew it was bad. I’ll probably never see a Starship again, much less captain one.”

“Jim!” You exclaimed worriedly. “What happened to not believing in no-win scenarios?”

He grimaced. “Khan happened, that’s what. I’ve been a cocky fool and Pike warned me what would happen. He was right.”

There was a poignant silence as both of you missed the Admiral all over again.

“I’m sorry you’re struggling, love,” you consoled, leaning down to rest your face next to his. “But you’re forgetting a few things.”

“What’s that, beautiful?” He asked half-heartedly.

“For one, you’ve only been awake a week, so setbacks aren’t too unexpected at this point, and for another, you’re a medical marvel, and there’s no way to know how long it will take, recovering from being dead and all. You’re looking pretty good to me, baby,” you reminded him. So much better than that awful stillness in the body bag, you thought.

Jim mustered a weak smile. “You make good points, beautiful, but I you know I hate hospitals. The prospect of being in one for another month is pretty daunting.”

“What if I had an idea to make it less terrible for you?” You hinted, kissing his scruffy cheek.

“Now, how would that be possible, babe?” Jim asked skeptically.

“Well, given that we both agreed we’re it for each other, I thought we could get married here sooner rather than later. There’s a cute little chapel on the first floor that would do just fine. Give you something to look forward to and incentive to get back on your feet.”

Jim’s eyes went wide and he got quiet–so quiet that you started to get nervous before he spoke again.

“Here? That would be very effective incentive, Y/N, but didn’t you want to have a nice, medium-sized wedding?”

“Time changes priorities,” you said honestly, squeezing Jim’s hand. “My goal is foremost to see you healthy and happy. The wedding details don’t matter just so long as you’re the one putting the ring on my finger.” You rubbed at his left ring finger affectionately and kissed the knuckle, coaxing a fond, blissful expression to Jim’s face.

“So, what do you say? Will you marry me, James Tiberius Kirk?”

“Absolutely I will,” he murmured, then turned his head to kiss you.

Doctor McCoy had taken some convincing to allow such excitement near Jim yet, but at last he said he’d let it go forward as soon as he felt Jim could handle it, which ended up being two and a half weeks later.

When you slid his wedding ring on, you repeated the little kiss to his knuckle and batted your damp eyelashes at him. Jim responded with a smirk and a wink that showed the old Jim was still in there.

When Jim received the instruction to kiss the bride, you didn’t realize how gingerly you were holding him until he broke the kiss and whispered in your ear, “You can hug me harder than that, Mrs. Kirk. I promise I won’t break.”

“You’d better not, Jim,” you replied, tightening your hold. “I’ve got a honeymoon with a hot husband to look forward to.”

Your friends (the non Vulcans, at least) let loose in cheers and applause as the two of you hugged for a long time.

“Do you think Y/N’s tactic worked in raising the captain’s spirits?” Spock asked Dr. McCoy as you and Jim made your triumphant retreat.

“Given the way he’s grinning like a loon and been acting like an overexcited puppy, I’d say it was a resounding success,” The Doctor replied, genuinely very happy to see his best friend smiling again. Turns out love was good medicine when it came to Jim Kirk.

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do all of them elanore im a bitch and i want to see you do all of them

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

be/be friends with/support/etc. a racist/homophobic/transphobic/etc. person/ideology/etc.

or you know if they ship incest or child/adult ships. the usual.

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

points at the dangan ronpa community

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

UHHHHHHH. OKAY. when i post a long reply and someone replies real short its like :’) i worked really hard... on this reply........ and u made a tinie response......

♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz

SCREECHES. not to THAT EXTENT but on my jinx blog and even my claus. people were stealin shit.

♚ How many people don't like you?

i have no idea! i dont tend to ask.

⚜ How many people do you not like?

QUITE a few but i keep it to myself.

✮ Have you managed to stay away from drama?

no. god no.

☄ Have you ever been in the middle of drama?

oh god. yeah. a few years ago someone who im friends with now and i got into a snip because i was.. a child... and this person was... 18... and it wasnt because of smut but because i was immature because i was like 13 SO.

☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

BREATHES HEAVILY. NO. i stick to my fucking side and munch chips and watch.

☼ How long do you stay mad?

ehhhhhh IT REALLY DEPENDS

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

when people... rp characters........ oocly..................................... fuckng...........stop.......................................

☁ Have you ever forgiven a partner when you shouldn't have?

uhhh. no. not that i can think of.

☂ Have you ever been forgiven when you knew you shouldn't have been?

nnnot that i can think of?

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

BREATHES HEAVILY. THAT FUCKING EMBERS GIF IN PROMOS I LOST MY SHIT EVERY TIME I SAW IT IT WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY TO ME

☣ Have you ever rp'd with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?

NO FUCKING WAY.

♨ Have you ever made a public call out post?

not that i can recall actually!

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

HHHGHHHHH. seeing people stealing my icons or stealing my fucking. Headcanons... i stopped rping jinx for a bit because of it.

✿ What do you think about public call out posts?

they were cool a few years ago for spreading around information about someone that you Shouldnt Rp With because theyre A Shitlord. i remember reblogging a few when i was in the dangan ronpa community. i know i reblogged one a few weeks ago. but other than that, yeah.

✂ A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting?

(^: dr

✉ A fandom that you feel is open and accepting?

uhh.. the mother fandom, actually. 0′:

✦ Thoughts on duplicates following you?

i have 2 duplicates following me rn and i wuv them. i dont really care about duplicates unless its for. like. jinx. but even then. im very. very very selective. with the ones i follow.

✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?

PLEASE FUCKING PRACTICE REBLOG KARMA.... JESUS CHRIST. if youre going to reblog a meme from me send something in unless, like noah just fucking did to me, i get all of them. if something unanswerable then i. wont answer it but its better than just using me as a meme resource. 

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

uhhh... not that i can think of.

❦ Has someone been jealous of you?

i. dont actually.... know. there were people in the league community who would steal my shit but i dont think that its. jealousy.

❧ Have you ever been jealous of anyone?

UHHHHHH.... no? i cant think of anyone. i dont get jealous, just envious.

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

iuhjorgetnigrwfojrtkmhgwlrrnjgoejithkpgrw ive been here for. fucking. 5 years, man. ive been here for so, so long. its changed in that formatting kicked in and people then started being pretentious asswholes and shit. i dropped out of the whole para rping after a while, i think.. it was after skye died. i was just doing short sentence rps in the form of blogging and only recently have i been writing a lot. so. rp blogs being ic blogging is what became a whole lot more popular. i can tell you that much.

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

jojo is a breath of fresh air but at the same time, like all fandoms, has a nasty smell that it leaves behind. kind of like that nasty taste of purified water. there are people here who make the experience kind of. nnhhyyhuehhhh but theres that in every fandom. cant just call on every person i dont agree with, so i just ignore them.

❣ How salty are you feeling right now?

i just ate a shit ton of pretzels. so.

im not actually salty but. eh.