#my heart ;_;

[fabianvalencia561]

Ah- ... Bro.....

did it mean anything to you

[riverofresil]

I absolutely adore Sylus’s VA. Honestly in every language. 🥹 I hope he eats well and sleeps well because the GRUNTING… the whimpers, the neediness, in the new card… ahhhhhhhhh

I need to be sedated… I just felt it to my very core, and I love it so much. 🫠

[aloneandaloe]

their smile their smile their smile their smile

[homeofsymbrock]

[crim50n-r8er-reblogs]

This hurt me than I’m willing to admit

Did anyone order for some pre emo Shadow angst with a side of reference?

[acricketcannot]

LISTEN TO “CREATOR, DESTROYER” BY ANGEL OLSEN AND THINK ABOUT AGATHARIO PLZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

[stayedfortheplot]

Damn remember when this show used to be funny?

[quantum-chromo-dynamics]

The final of the Penguin tore me apart emotionally so I had to resort to comfort character number two because I refuse to associate with any Penguin variants for at least the next 2 hours for my mental health.

Look at that freak (affectionate)

[amidnighdreary]

This actually made me cry with how sweet it is. This, this is the kind of happiness that everyone deserves.

These Hands Are For You

Paring: Bucky x Fem Reader (parents to be)

Prompt: Raking Leaves

Summary: The raking of leaves, muffins, and baby kicks on a fall afternoon. A very warm and fuzzy domestic piece filled with lots of love.

Word Count: 1.2 k

A/N: Written for the HBC's Festive Fall (@the-ss-horniest-book-club) because I happened to come across their page. This is a little late, but I still wanted to write a something inspired by a prompt of theirs. I love fall... 🥺

The afternoon air was crisp, and filled with distant sounds of laughter and the tinkering bicycle bells. Though the sun shone overhead, its warmth failed to hold the same intensity of a summer’s day. As you walked out further onto the wooden porch, your arms were crossed over your chest to keep your cardigan secured around your body upon leaving the toasty comfort of the house. Your lips curled into a smile at the sight of Bucky moving across the yard, raking a final spread of leaves into a neat pile. Unlike before, the green tendrils of grass were visible as they reached for the sky. Which meant that you’d be able to see dew droplets in the mornings again.

For a moment, he paused to roll his shoulders backwards. Due to him facing another way, he still hadn’t noticed you admiring him. Clinging to his body was the green flannel you bought him as soon as hints of fall had begun showing themselves. As classic as a staple it was, it had been quite some time since you’d seen him in one. The dark wash jeans he’d paired it with almost looked black, and were cuffed at his brown boots—a handsome look. Especially considering that his chestnut hair had reached the point just past his ears. He’d brought up the idea of cutting it a month prior, but all it took was running your fingers through it and whispering please don’t against his lips for him to forget he ever uttered such words.

When you started heading down the porch steps, one hand supporting the underside of your belly, his eyes finally met yours with a sparkle of interest. As you made your way to him, the quiet crunch of the plush grass sounded from beneath your slipper-clad feet.

The first words he spoke drew a sweet laugh out of you, "Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” He leaned onto the rake and took you in. “Doctor’s orders.”

“Listen,” you ran an instinctive hand over the curve of your stomach. “I don't doubt your intelligence, but you’re not a doctor. ”

Bucky chuckled and gave your forehead a quick kiss. “Maybe not. But I was the one who massaged those aching muscles of yours last night when you were whimpering like a puppy about them. And what did we conclude, hmm? That you’d overworked yourself.”

His blue eyes caught the light of the sun as you fought a guilty smile. “I wasn’t whimpering.” He gave you a look, and a harmless smirk pulled at his lips. “Okay, maybe I was a little. But only because I was tired and really wanted you to,” you said. “I promise I’m all rested now. And baby boy is happy too. He’s been moving around a whole bunch.”

“Yeah?” Bucky’s eyes drifted to your stomach.

A boy whirring by on a bike made your attention divert from Bucky for a split second. One day, the two of you would be teaching your son how to ride one on the same streets. The streets that were worn slightly from travel and lined with beautiful Sycamores. It had been the neighborhood that stole your hearts right alongside the white farmhouse-style house you were blessed to call yours. Upon turning back to Bucky, he wore a knowing expression that made gratefulness and anticipation stir within you all the more. You took a step closer and wrapped an arm around his waist to give him a gentle squeeze. Life with him became both real and more like a dream with each passing day.

Then you remembered the reason you’d come out to him in the first place.

“I have a surprise for you when you come inside.” You looked up at him.

“You do?”

“Mhmm. You’re gonna like it.”

He flashed you the same easy smile that you fell in love with. “Lucky me. I���m looking forward to it.”

When he sauntered into the house half an hour later, he sought you out before taking his boots off. They clunked against the hardwood as he entered the living room, and approached where you sat on the couch. You looked up from your phone, and tilted your head back to meet his lips when he leaned down for a tender kiss that made you relax with a sigh. His flannel carried the scent of the fresh outdoor air. In your senses, it mingled with the spicy-sweet aroma that lingered in the house.

He pulled away just enough to murmur, “Smells good in here.”

“I know.” You pecked his lips. “What does it smell like?”

He straightened up and his eyebrows furrowed a bit. Then he turned towards the kitchen and saw that there was a plastic container filled with muffins sitting on the counter. “Wait… are those pumpkin chocolate chip? Is that my surprise?”

“They are. I thought it’d be a nice treat. Consider it a little thank you for being an amazing husband.”

He smiled with a shake of his head. “It’s all you. You make it worthwhile,” he said. “I think I’m gonna go grab one right now.”

“After you take off your boots.”

He looked down at his feet. “Right,” he chuckled. “Forgot.”

You sat at the kitchen island, watching, as Bucky took his first bite. There was a loving smile on your face. He held his free hand beneath his chin in case any crumbs happened to fall. You admired the clench of his stubbled jaw as he chewed, and felt satisfied flutters in your chest when a hum rose up his throat. It reminded you of the reason why you adored doing things for him: his reactions. They always conveyed his sentiment in such a genuine and humble way. Bucky was a man who did so much for you and others that you didn’t mind the prospect of spending the rest of your life telling him I love you, I appreciate you, I see you, in a million different ways.

“So good, babydoll,” he said after swallowing. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” A small foot pressed against your lower stomach and you caressed the spot. Bucky took a couple more bites before you announced, “He’s kicking some more.”

“Is he?”

Upon seeing you nod, he fed the last piece of his muffin to you before going to wipe his hands with a napkin. Afterwards, he spun you in the stool to face him better. You guided his real hand underneath the tank top you’d layered the cardigan over. His palm was warmth against your skin. Sure enough, the baby kicked in the same spot. You wanted to hold onto the huff of laughter he released forever. More little kicks were delivered.

“I think he likes his daddy’s hands,” you said. “Which makes sense. I quite like them too.” You kissed Bucky’s chin.

The smile that spread across his face caused crinkles to form beside his eyes. “Well, you should. They’re always gonna protect you two and be there whenever you need ‘em.”

In that moment, it only seemed right to accept the overflow of your heart and allow your lips to join with his.

-

Thank you so much for reading!

More fluffy Bucky fics here.

[mutsuzsonlubirmasal]

"Herkesle kahve içilmez çünkü kahve yalnızlıktır. Beraber kahve içtiğin kişi yalnızlığını bozduğuna değmeli."

[mimixngg]

Don’t miss me, not a little bit, not even once. And don’t think about me, not even for a second.

I’ll leave as you wish. And when the nights are darker, when the world is quieter, when the rain can’t wash away your tears, when your bed feels empty and when your heart can’t fill the void, you’ll feel my absence the most.

M.xg

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

maxiel reunion yesterday !!

[my-brain-soup]

Buck hears Eddie is pinned down and immediately jumps to action with the first thought he has no matter how stupid it may be, he needs to get his boy out of there

[lilmartita]

I wonder if Trump winning is what triggered this tour. 🤔

I mean, I know you can't pull together a tour in less than a week, but what if?

We all know Frank hates Trump with a passion. I'm sure Ray isn't happy with the comments made about Puerto Rico and he has stood with the Trans community in the past.

The DRAAG mention, an evil dictator🤔🤔🤔🤔

[sdrose93]

Mission: Impossible - The Final Reckoning 2025 ❤

Always, Ethan ❤