#shuri is mad

[haechvn]

How do some of you Letitia fans Stan her ? Genuinely asking ? Because yall favorite is a Suoer Christian with a bunch of hirny gay women feening over her and some of yall thinking she’s queer and I swear I’m not being rude but have yall not see this play out before ?..she is going to be a Jackie Hill Perry 2.0 and I can already see it .

First of all, shut the absolute fuck up. I beg you. I don’t even follow her on ig. I just think she’s talented and hot and I love black women. Second of all, go back to elementary school and learn how to spell and use grammar correctly you illiterate fuck. My bestie is a teacher maybe you should meet up with her.

Third of all….WHO FUCKING CARES??? if she’s hetero, okay purr. If she ain’t, okay purrrrr. For you to come this early and be worried about who’s feening over her and who isn’t just lets me know you don’t have a lot going on in your life. This isn’t the first time women have been attracted to other women without having to know their sexuality bc it literally doesn’t matter. YALL HOES WERE IN LOVE WITH KEHLANI WHEN SHE WAS “STRAIGHT” OR WHATEVER THE FUCK. Like good fucking night. Why is it an issue with Letitia that the girlies like her? Maybe you got electrocuted by your rose toy this morning and that’s why you’re acting stupid as hell in my inbox.

[notrandtumblin]

This is part 4 of my effort to scientifically decide who is the best Marvel casting choice.

On my page there are 3 others for the main characters of Phases 1-3. This poll contains a good chunk of Phase 4 casting but I’m realizing there are WAY too many Phase 4 castings to fit in the 12 allotted options by tumblr.

I will continue this journey until I’ve polled the entire MCU. I will then move on to Fox and Sony characters plus anyone I may have forgotten.

[buthearmeouttho]

If I was part of the mcu (Pt. 16)

Steve: you’re going to stay in Wakanda until we figure something out.

Me: noo I wana stay with Nat:(

Steve: you’ll be safer in Wakanda

Me: *flash backs to the very beginning of the black panther movie when it says one week after the events of Civil War*

Me: *knowing that the black widow movie happens inbetween both movies*

Me: :)

Me: yeah. Yeah, so so much safer. I changed my mind, you can go I’ll be fine.

Steve: are you planning something?

Me: no.. I just have this feeling that something out of my control will happen. Next week. And a tyrant will take over Wakanda. And almost kill T’chala.

Me: just a feeling:)

Steve: you’re going with Nat. I’ll find her, stay here until I do, it’ll take maybe a day.

Me: ok *turns around and yells* WHATTER THOOOOOSE

Shuri, from the other end of the building: ThEy ArE mY cRoCkS

T’chala and Steve: what did I just witness.

Shuri and Me, skipping down to her lab discussing memes:

Them: *finds each other*

T’chala: hurry

Steve, calling all of Nat’s fake spy people’s contacts that she acts as as well as her actual contacts as fast as he can: I’m trying-

*bonus*

Nat, getting pinged on all of her accounts: what the-?

The message from Steve on every one: please come get your emotional support child. As fast as you can. In Wakanda. Hurry.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

Mini-event poll series: Fictional Survivor Series, round 2 (part 1)

(In the ABW canon, this would be the same pay-per-view event that Ruby Rose of RWBY beat Asami Sato of Legend of Korra for the Ultimate Women’s Championship)

We now move onto the 2nd 5-v-5 tag team match of the evening (in the previous match, Team Live-Action Show defeated Team Animated Show). The teams are:

1) Team Royalty (Shuri of Black Panther, Rhaenyra of House of the Dragon, Zelda of The Legend of Zelda, Arwen of Lord of the Rings, and Diana Prince of Wonder Woman)

2) Team Revolution (Katniss of The Hunger Games, Leia of Star Wars, Evey of V for Vendetta, Furiosa of Mad Max Fury Road, and North of Detroit Become Human)

This event will go until one team is entirely eliminated.

[bubbleblowinggirl]

I just made her last night out of boredom and 82 interactions already??

[pinkwright]

in my multiverse of madness letitia is a mugler (above) n dior (below) ambassador w unlimited access to archives

[unbloomingmoonflower]

Reposting this from Pre-EW.

[sleepynegress]

This right here is my most viral post... I have seen it on Facebook and Pintrest. It was made after Black Panther... I'm just saying... I was right. hahahah!!!

This is the scene where M’Baku calls out Shuri during the challenge. I love that everyone surrounding her snaps to action, but please check out Shuri’s body-language here.  Look at her face. She is looking M’Baku dead in the eye.  Her stance is open and relaxed.  She’s not the least bit intimidated. Also notice that Shuri’s mom and most of the Dora aren’t pointing those vibranium spears at M’Baku.   They are effectively holding Shuri back. ….Just something to think about.

[randomshyperson]

hello, i saw you were doing little drabbles and was wondering if you had the time for --- wanda + hand holding + 47 (i think? whichever one is "holding hands so the other can't run away")

no problem if you can't or don't want to! have a lovely day (or nite whenever u see this)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Drabbles

prompt: holding onto the other’s hand so they can’t run away | words: 672 | warnings: angst, mentions of miscommunication, mutual pining (kinda of), also nothing bad ever happened to wanda during Infinity War idk what you're talking about.

challenge masterlist | general masterlist

-&-

The battle was out of control.

So many stupid decisions and fights had brought you here, and even with all the training on staying calm, you could feel the fear threatening to take over your decisions.

The barrier was finally broken and instead of grabbing a weapon, you grabbed the hand of the witch who had just gotten up from the couch next to you.

"Stop that." She snapped immediately but didn't fight against the grip, her eyes searching yours. Her free hand found your cheek, caressing your skin as you were doing with her palm. "You know I need to go out there."

The sound of the battle was muffled in that room, what you heard was the metallic crack of the mind stone being dismantled in Vision's head a few meters away.

Shuri, even focused on the task, stole a look in your direction, uncertain whether to witness this moment or not.

You opened your mouth to contradict Wanda, but you didn't know exactly what to say to her. And she smiled tearfully, caressing your face.

"You stay, protect the girl and the stone. Our friends need us."

But your grip doesn't loosen, and your eyes are desperately looking at her. Full of tears.

You've fought before, you've fought a lot. And yet, something about this day, this mad titan coming from space, gives you the feeling that the Avengers won't win this time.

"Please." You manage breathlessly. Although firm, your touch doesn't hurt her. Wanda comes closer to kiss the corner of your mouth, and you almost forgive her for being in some short of situationship with Vision while you two have something deep and unresolved going on. "I can't lose you, Wanda."

The raw confession makes Shuri leave the room, even if only for a moment. Wanda sighs, pulling at your grip so that your hand fits better on hers.

"You won't lose me."

"You don't know that." You retort emotionally, but she's starting to lose her patience, especially since the battle has gotten bad enough that you've started hearing explosions. The team needs her, more than ever. "Please-"

"They need me there-"

"I need you."

She sighs, taken by surprise before taking a deep breath to regain control of her own emotions. This is not the time or place to have this kind of conversation, this kind of confession.

Her gaze turns serious, final. Your grip loosens.

"Remember the captain's orders, okay? As soon as that stone is out, destroy it."

She pulls your grip and frees herself. You grab her wrist this time, and pull her towards you, close enough for her to gasp when she feels your breath against her cheek.

"You know damn well I don't care about him. I'd destroy that stupid stone while he's still has it, and I would run away with you, in a heartbeat. Never looking back."

Wanda swallows, her gaze dropping to your mouth for a moment as if she’s considering it, if only for a second. And then, her expression turns cold, and she looks you in the eye.

“You had the chance to do it, and yet, here we are.” She accuses bitterly, and you let go, hesitation in your features. Wanda sighs, lowering her hand and taking a few steps away from you. She takes one last look at Vision unconscious on the table, and at the door where Shuri is coming back from, before giving you one last look. And warning; “I’m going to give you one last chance to make things right between us. When this is over, we’re going to sit down and talk like adults.”

You feel some of the weight lift from your shoulders. Talk. That sounds good. It’s more than you’ve earned after not showing up at that airport, after not choosing her or any side when the team fought, after making the mistake of screwing up your chances and practically handing her over to the android next to you.

Nodding in agreement, you offer her a small smile, and Wanda heads off toward the fight.

[holylulusworld]

A new home

Summary: He deserves love.

Pairing: Wakanda!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (Steve's adoptive sister)

Warnings: brother’s best friend trope, fluff, kind of secret relationship

Square filled for @avengers-assemble-bingo “Bucky Barnes Birthday bingo event": Square 4: Brother’s best friend

Square filled for @buckyboybingo: Square 16: Almost caught

Square filled for @fandom-free-bingo: Half-Baked Edition: Square 7: “You are so beautiful.”

Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo: C1: Wakanda!Bucky

Card: B004

Rating: Teen

A/N: In my story, the reader is Steve’s adoptive sister, which makes the story more inclusive.

Steven Grant Rogers. Captain America. A hero. The golden boy. A fugitive now. A man on the run.

Why? Because he saved his best friend. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky to his friends.

Not only are Steve and his friends on the run. You, his adoptive sister, are on the run as well. You’re not adopted legally. Hell, his parents are long gone, and you never signed any papers.

Steve found you some years back in an abandoned Hydra base. The bastards were looking for people to experiment on, and you ended up in a cell. Steve came just in time, saving the day and you.

From that day on, he called you his little sister. Not related by blood, but a strong bond of trust, loyalty, and love.

You, along with Natasha, Sam, Wanda, Bucky, and Steve, found refuge in Wakanda. It’s not the worst place to live. The truth is, it’s so much more peaceful and advanced than the old world you were living in.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N?” Steve worriedly watches you stare in the distance. “Do you regret following me?”

“Never,” you reply without missing a beat. It’s the truth. Since the day Steve saved you, he has been nothing but good to you. He never lied or let you down. He’s, in any way, your big brother. Related by blood or not. “I just wonder what the others are doing.”

“Tony is… He gets around somehow.” He says, not convinced himself. “T’Challa checked on Rhodey’s condition for me. Clint and Lang made a deal to get out of prison. It’s not ideal, but…”

“They are free,” you end his line. “That’s good. They both have kids and all. I wouldn’t want them to end up being in prison. Our fight wasn’t their fight.”

“This fight should’ve never happened. Zemo did a good job splitting the Avengers,” Steve sighs deeply. He’s tired of saving people while hiding in the shadows.

“I understand that Tony was mad, but—” You nervously rub your face. “Bucky wasn’t himself back then. Tony should understand this. He’s a smart man.”

“One of the smartest people I ever met,” Steve says, sadness in his voice. “Maybe, one day, we can look back at that moment without anger.”

Steve walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You look out of the window one last time before turning around and walking away.

He looks almost at peace when you watch him from afar. A few months ago, Shuri removed the programming controlling Bucky. No more Winter Soldier. No more being controlled by trigger words.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Bucky murmurs as you sneak inside his thatched-roof hut. He sighs because you won’t listen to him.

“I want to be here,” you reply as you sit down on the makeshift bed. “If you do not join us in the palace, I’ll stay here with you.”

“Y/N,” Bucky says as he enters the hut to sit next to you. “If Steve finds you here, he won’t like it.”

“Why?” You move a little closer to place your hand on his flesh hand. “You’re his best friend. He fought his friends to protect you.”

“You’re his sister,” Bucky softly whispers your name as he looks at you with soft eyes. “You’re so beautiful and too good for me.”

“Don’t say things like that,” you angrily reply. “Please don’t do this to yourself.”

You look at him, gently stroking his hair. It’s a little longer now; it falls past his shoulders and is slightly wavy. You press a soft kiss to his bearded cheek and giggle as his full beard tickles your skin.

Bucky softly smiles, letting you run your hands over his chest. He’s wearing a sleeveless reddish-burgundy top. The one you bought for him. Over this, he has a dark blue shawl draped loosely over his shoulders and knotted at his chest.

“I don’t deserve you.” You cup his face and lean closer to kiss him, soft and careful. Bucky is not ready yet for the next step.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips. “I don’t care about your past. This wasn’t you, Bucky. I know the real Bucky, and Steve does too. Nothing else matters.”

Bucky sighs against your lips. He’d love to tell you that he feels the same, but this would only encourage you to stay with him. Deep down inside, Bucky believes that Steve would never accept your relationship and that you are too good for him.

“Stop thinking too much.” You press your forehead against Bucky’s. “Steve would be happy if he knew. He loves you like a brother.”

“Last time, we almost got caught. You shouldn’t stay here or be around me. Steve would turn his back on me, knowing you sleep here.”

“We are adults, Bucky,” you kiss his forehead. “And we didn’t do anything wrong. We slept together, nothing else. Even if we…” You giggle and hide your face in his neck. “You know… Steve couldn’t do anything against it.”

“He’d kill me if I did dirty things to you.”

“Dirty things,” you tease. “You want to do dirty things to me?” Lifting your head to meet his gaze, you smirk. “What kind of dirty things?”

His cheeks are shades of pink when you look at him. “I wouldn’t… I mean…”

“I was being a tease, Bucky.” You peck his lips, careful not to pressure Bucky. “Do you want me to stay? If not, I’ll go.”

“Stay.” He carefully touches your hand. “Please stay tonight.” He nuzzles your cheek. “I have a second pillow for you.”

You smile because he slowly opens up to you. Love is something Bucky hasn’t experienced in ages. But now that you all have found a new home in Wakanda, he has the chance to explore his feelings.

Both of you lie down. Bucky wraps his arms around you and allows you to rest your head on his chest. Your heart flutters as he holds you a little tighter and says, “I’ll ask Steve for an allowance to ask you out on a date.”

Tags in reblog.

[lyfeofbilly]

Party4U

warnings: angst, ang- oh y’all know this already!

summary: you just wanted a special night for your girlfriend, the same girlfriend who always found herself jumping to conclusions.

author’s note: i know i said tonight, BUT i did not specify when, lol. it's still dark outside! but yall enjoy, i know this is a bit short but writing longer fics is so hard for me. muah <3

tagslist: @pvnks0ul @bubbleblowinggirl @blkgworlamplified @solanaszn @inmyheadimobsessed @onyxstones-world @blacksapphhicmaddonna @lvmxih

message from Shuri: 👀👀

That was the text that had Riri in a mood for the past two hours. Passive aggressive comments and heavy stomping around your apartment was her current form of communication.

“Ri can you just get dressed, we’re gonna be late!” The two of you had been into it all afternoon. Most of it consisting of you begging her to get dressed and her outright ignoring and questioning you about the text you had received hours prior.

You stood in front of the mirror finishing off your makeup. You were practically ready while Riri still stood in the doorway of the bathroom questioning you.

“Nah cause fuck she texting you for? It’s damn near 11 at night!”

Most times you loved Riri's possessiveness, but other times it drove you crazy. Pulling you closer when others stare at you, constant PDA, and stolen kisses were all the things that you ejoyed. But the other times? Boy did you hate them.

You ignored her question and continued getting ready yourself. “You got 30 minutes Ri, forreal.”

“Nah cause you just brushing me off. What the fuck do you and Shuri got going?”

You had never seen her this upset. She wasn’t even this mad when you put a scratch on her suit.

“Rianna if you don’t get dressed imma know something.”

She kissed her teeth and walked over to the closet, staring blankly at all the hoodies and sweats she owned. She was like a cartoon character and that was her default fit.

“And don’t put on a damn hoodie!” You shouted from the bathroom.

The car ride was long and awkward. The low sound of Syd's 'Nothin to Somethin' played while raindrops gently landed on the windshield and windows. You glanced over at Riri, her body language spoke for itself, arms crossed tightly across her chest, body turned away from you, and her jaw was clenched so damn tight you were sure she had cracked a couple of molars.

Your hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as you came to a red light. You sighed deeply, just wanting for this car ride to be over. You hummed along to the song, hoping it would calm your nerves and make the ride a bit more bearable.

The music was interrupted by Siri reading a new text out loud.

from shuri: need you now! where are you!?

Riri smacked her lips, the ambiguous text setting her off even more.

"What typa' shit is that man?" she raised her voice, motioning towards your phone. "She needs you? Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

Shuri had the worst timing known to man.

You quickly shot a text back and placed your phone in between your thighs. For as long as you two had been together, checking phones were never a thing in your relationship. You trusted each other ,but all that had flown out the window.

"Gimmie your phone." Riri plainly stated.

"No."

"No?! You really playing in my fucking face."

"Can you calm down? You not getting my phone."

She smacked her lips and side eyed you,“She can have you fr. Shoulda known you was easy after the other night.”

The night she was referring to was two weeks ago. The night that was filled with blurry memories, alcohol, and loud music. The night that was filled with lust, smell of sweat, and drunken confessions. The night that had you sore and waking up between Riri and Shuri's naked bodies. It was enjoyable, but the three of you agreed that it was a one time thing, something that could- would never happen again.

"Rianna-"

"Nah, the way you was acting that night?" She paused and looked you up and down before chuckling and shaking her head, "You must've been waiting to do some shit like that."

You had finally made it to your destination. Immediatley putting the car in park and snatching the keys out of the ignition. You turn to face Riri, noses just centimeters apart. The cologne that she wore filling your nose.

"You not about to sit up here and try to shame me for some shit that we both did."

Her eyes flashed with regret for a moment, knowing that she hit below the belt. You didn't sit around long enough to hear her half-assed apology that you knew she was going to give. Slamming the car door behind you and smoothing out your skirt, you turned to Riri before making your way to the front door.

"Don't do this shit tonight Ri. Even if you not in the mood, atleast pretend to enjoy it."

The door opened to all of your friends and family, Shuri inlcuded, holding streamers and balloons in their hands.

"Suprise short stack! You didn't think we forgot your birthday didn't you?" Shuri pulled Riri into a bear hug, placing a party hat atop her head.

"You know you ain't have to do all this for me."

Shuri shook her head, "Nah your girl did all this. Took weeks to plan." She laughed and threw her head back, "She felt so bad, you know she hates keeping things from you."

Riri smiled weakly at the statement. The harsh words she spat at you minutes prior eating away at her by the second. She turned to look for you, but you were long gone.

You sat at a table in the back, watching everyone enjoy the party that you meticulously planned for weeks. The lights, decorations, even the open bar was hell trying to get on your own. It was only right to call shuri for help. You downed the rest of your drink, stinging your throat as you swallowed it. This was supposed to be a fun night to celebrate your girlfriend, but the words she said couldn’t do anything but echo in your head right now. Watching it all was too much for you, staying in here wasn’t an option.

Meanwhile, Riri tried her hardest to find you, but kept getting caught up in 'happy birthdays' and mini conversations that she wished would end. She finally got away before approaching Nakia, who was clearly a few drinks past okay.

“You seen my baby?”

Nakia smiled sheepishly before replying, her words slightly slurred. “Last I saw her she was outside, said she needed some air.”

Riri awkwardly passed through the rest of the guests, giving fake smiles as she tried her hardest to get to the door. After what felt like thirty minutes, she had finally made it outside. The air was humid and the rain had only stopped a bit, still sprinkling a little.

You sat on the steps on the porch, hands still grasping the empty glass from earlier. The creaking of the wooden boards caught your attention. There stood Riri in the doorway, hands tucked in her pockets.

“Baby-“

“Please save it rianna.”

The music from inside muffled as she shut the front door all the way, ‘Spit it out’ by Kaytranada booming through the speakers.

The silence lingered between the two of you before you spoke up, “Is that what you really think of me?”

Riri pursed her lips, eyes locking with yours. She knew how she felt, but she never knew how to say it. Resentment threatening to bubble over as the days passed. You took her lack of an answer as her true feelings.

“Happy birthday Riri.” You replied, barely a whisper.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

Mini-event poll series: Fictional Survivor Series, round 2 (part 8: Finale)

(In the ABW canon, this would be the same pay-per-view event that Ruby Rose of RWBY beat Asami Sato of Legend of Korra for the Ultimate Women’s Championship)

We now move onto the 2nd 5-v-5 tag team match of the evening (in the previous match, Team Live-Action Show defeated Team Animated Show). The teams are:

1) Team Royalty (Shuri of Black Panther, Rhaenyra of House of the Dragon, Zelda of The Legend of Zelda, Arwen of Lord of the Rings, and Diana Prince of Wonder Woman)

2) Team Revolution (Katniss of The Hunger Games, Leia of Star Wars, Evey of V for Vendetta, Furiosa of Mad Max Fury Road, and North of Detroit Become Human)

This event will go until one team is entirely eliminated.

FINAL RESULTS

1) North of Detroit Become Human was pinned by Shuri after being hit with the Wakandan Throw (Exploder Suplex)

2) Rhaenyra Targaryen of House of the Dragon was pinned by Katniss after she landed a Dis-Trick Delve (Double-underhook piledriver)

3) Evey Hammond of V for Vendetta abandoned her team when she learned that V got jumped backstage by Red Skull and his HYDRA minions (Marvel)

4) Arwen Undómiel of Lord of the Rings was pinned by Leia Organa after she was blinded by a red mist spit attack from Furiosa (she got the idea after watching Nux and the other War Boys spray paint their mouths). This was not caught by the referee.

5) Zelda of The Legend of Zelda was pinned by Leia Organa in a quick roll-up

6) Leia Organa of Star Wars abandoned her team after getting into a heated argument with Katniss and Furiosa. “Princess” Leia then said she hopes that Team Royalty wins the match.

7) Katniss Everdeen of The Hunger Games was pinned by Diana Prince after being hit by the Glamazon Slamazon (Beth Phoenix’s Glam Slam)

8) Furiosa of Mad Max Fury Road was pinned by Shuri after she reversed Furiosa’s finisher with the Wakandan Throw (Exploder Suplex)

SURVIVORS: Shuri of Black Panther, Diana Prince of Wonder Woman

OVERALL RESULT: Team Royalty defeats Team Revolution

[donteverblameash]

The MCU movies, but I explain them vaguely, unhelpfully, and they read like clickbate YouTube videos.

Under the cut because there are so many of these freaking movies.

Captian America: The First Avenger: Art kid turns into theatre kid after taking steroids and throwing frisbee.

Captian Marvel: Nick Fury makes the first and last good decision in his career by adopting his alien daughter.

Iron Man: First billionaire in the universe deemed redeemable.

Iron Man 2: Tony Stark and the chamber of bad life decisions, ft. Pepper Potts and James Rhodes.

The Incredible Hulk: Not Mark Ruffalo almost dismantles government on anger alone.

Thor: Jock turns soft after eating poptarts and finding love. His brother dies, but don't worry, he'll be back.

The Avengers: Idiots come together to both save and destroy a city.

Thor: The Dark World: No one cares. Brother comes back, dies again, Jock cries. (Emo brother will return.)

Iron Man 3: Billionaire somehow redeems self further and learns the meaning of self. Drops awesome catchphrase to be used later.

Captian America: The Winter Solider: Theatre kid intrudes on innocent man's life with his favorite red-headed assassin to bring down brunette assassin who is actually his old boyfriend.

Guardians of the Galaxy: The original found family destroys foes with the power of friendship and good music taste.

Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 2: Asshole father is asshole father and tries to intrude on found family. Is defeated by the power of friendship and good music taste.

Avengers: Age of Ultron: Idiots come together to both save and destroy a country.

Ant-Man: Marvel finally learned what a good dad is and made said good dad the most relatable dude on earth, ft. ants.

Captian America: Civil War: Idiots solve nothing, meerly destroy themselves as they bare knuckle box in a Waffle House parking lot.

Black Widow: Doomed sisters and their mentally unstable parents destroy us with love and Don McLean.

Spider-Man: Homecoming: Young man's problems are just beginning, and I relate too much.

Black Panther: One of the first sensible heroes after Carol Danvers actually tries to fix things.

Doctor Strange: Yes, that is his real name. Defeats villians by annoying them. Absolute powerhouse.

Thor: Ragnarok: Jock, anger issues, emo brother, who is once again alive, and angry woman fight angrier woman due to rapid onset daddy issues.

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Scott continues to be a good dad and saves the day with much cooler bug themed superhero.

Avengers: Infinity war: Idiots come together to both save and destroy the Earth.

Avengers: Endgame: Idiots come together, save the universe, and make us sob and question why we watch these movies at all. Billionaire uses catchphrase.

Spider-man: Far from home: Young man's suffering continues at the hands of man who's too grown for this shit.

Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings: Mean dad beats up son with bracelets.

Eternals: Makes for a good bedtime story.

Spider-Man: No Way Home: Young man is treated like shit by the entire city, and life is ruined, and no one can even care.

Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness: The mulitverse... goes mad.

Thor: Love and Thunder: Awful things happen but no one can take it seriously because the dialogue sounds AI generated.

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever: Marvel gets bored of torturing Peter, so they torture Shuri instead.

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania: I'm pretty sure there's a message here, but it's disrupted by dialogue that sounds AI generated.

Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3: Found family power of friendships so hard they disband with good music taste still intact.

The Marvels: Kamala Y/NED so hard the actually BECAME an Avenger.

Captian America: Brave New World: Innocent man from before not so innocent anymore. Adopts a kid and punches the president.

Thunderbolts: New Found family on the block defeats personal demons and causes civil disputes.

[jedi-luca]

Duel of the Fates

Summary: Tony builds you lightsabers.

warning: loss of limbs, dry humor

pairings: Natasha x Reader

Ever since Natasha can remember, you loved Star Wars. You were obsessed, not to mention Natalie Portman was your first crush. She never quite thought this is where the obsession would end up.

“I don’t know man, this is pretty lame.” You sighed holding up a ‘lightsaber’ Tony made for you.

“Excuse me, did you just say lame?” Tony scoffed snatching off his safety glasses.

“Yeah I’ll just text Shuri I bet she can make me a lightsaber, and make it not a blow torch.”

“You know what no! No! I can do it! Give me that and get the hell out.” Tony grumbled, snatching the rod back.

You smirked walking out.

It was late when Tony called your room.

“It’s 4 am Tony.” Natasha glared at the bright light on the side of the bed.

“Hey Kid, wake up and get down here!” Tony said quickly.

“Whaa?” You groggily looked over your fiancé.

“GET DOWN HERE NOW!” He yelled.

“Okay jeez!” You mumbled getting up stumbling against the wall trying to find clothes.

“What is going on?” Natasha grumbled.

“I think Tony just made me a lightsaber.” You grinned putting on your shoes.

“What?!” Natasha sat up.

“Yeah! Come on babe witness history. I am going to be our world's first Jedi.”

“Oh God.” Natasha got up placing on her clothes. She knew if Tony really did make you one there would be blood shedd very soon. You liked to break in your new weapons.

You both quickly make your way to Tony’s workshop.

He downed a vodka redbull and handed one to you. Nat shook her head at you. “It’s 4 am no.” You downed it while Nat looked over at one of Tony’s suits he was making for her.

“Alright I fucking did it, and I want some damn praise! I want you to say I am the genius of geniuses!” His eyes were wild.

“Well let’s see it then.” You shrugged trying not to show your excitement.

“Give me your hands.” He demanded..

Tony placed a bracelet on you which grew to shield on your forearms just in case.

He moved aside, showing you two lightsabers that sat on the counter.

“Nat move back.” He nodded. She moved to where he pointed. “Hey dummy!” He snapped his fingers looking at his first droid he created. “Camera up and zoom in; this is history in the making!” He yelled at the robot. “Y/N, reach out for them.” He watched with anticipation.

You focused on reaching out towards them when they flew into your hands.

“Holy shit!” You laughed looking at Tony.

“Go ahead Skywalker turn them on!” 

You held them at an angle watching them turn on, emitting an illuminating blue. Laughing you look towards Stark and then over to your fiancé who watched in shock and awe. Moving over towards a secluded area you began twirling them around remembering the battle between Anakin and Obi-Wan.

“You underestimate my power!” You glare like Anakin.

“You were supposed to be the chosen one!” Tony whined before cackling like a mad man.

“Yup Tony you are the genius of geniuses.” You nod. 

“Thank you. Thank you.” He bowed.

“Let’s play.” You smirked, turning one off and handing it to Stark. The two of you began dueling only stopping when you disarmed him, calling the saber back to you.

“Stark, you just made my dream come true.” You sigh happily. “I gotta tell Petey he’s gonna be so jelly, but first I’m going on a mission.” Your eyes darkened.

“Babe no.” Natasha shook her head.

“Could you imagine the bloodshed? I think I’m feelin’ a rampage coming on.” You grin.

“You need therapy.” Tony huffed.

“Maybe Wade will let me practice on him.” You cackle, before running out the door.

“Y/N, don’t he looks weird when he grows back!” Natasha shouted.

“Oh hey Y/N, are those lightsabers?” Wade pointed. 

Natasha and Tony stood still before hearing Wade scream.

“Y/N no! Look what you've done.” Natasha glared at Tony before chasing after you.

“I may have created a monster.” Tony whispered to himself.

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Ok one petty post I won't delete, but how mad do you think val must be at sam over this vibranium stuff?

He has so much gear. New vibranium gear from wakanda, constantly. The very thing she's been starting wars over!

Meanwhile Sam's just getting custom gifts from shuri and mbaku all:

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— his colours —

Warnings: angst, fluff, sad!bucky, liquor consumption

Summary: Bucky might be too late to tell you how he feels.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: ~5.2k

A/N: An idea that popped up in my head and finally broke through the struggle I've been having while writing. Enjoy and feast upon this! Also add yourself to the taglist(s) >here<

Steve narrowed his eyes at the brooding figure in front of the mirror, trying to figure out what exactly was itching in his brain. 

Bucky had always been a charmer, and a damn good one at that. From when he first met Steve’s mother, Sarah, sporting a few bruises and a busted lip, to when he was getting drafted in the war. 

Sarah was a kind woman, but that didn’t mean she trusted easily. With Steve’s father and a few relatives that turned away in their time of need, Sarah fell apart with her own friends and family. Her trust dwindled and started to dim until Steve showed up with Bucky in tow after school. She was weary at first, perhaps thinking that Bucky was no good news, but as the days progressed along with their friendship, she started viewing him as a son. He was around every few days for dinner, bringing a few things that he passed along as extra food the maid had conveniently accidentally brought with her. 

It didn’t take too long for Sarah to put two and two together, but she never said anything to him. Never scolded him for bringing food to their dinner. She knew he did it out of love, not pity or sympathy. He loved Steve as a brother and looked up at Sarah with a boyish grin that made it impossible for her to be mad. 

Steve watched Bucky now, remembering the days when Bucky would simply grab any shirt and pants to wear, grinning as he told Steve about this new dame that had moved into town. He was confident and struck with features that had any woman falling into his arms with just one lopsided smile. A few more grins and some dances later, the woman would offer to leave. Sometimes Bucky would agree with dimples, other times he would politely refuse and say he wanted to do things right. 

Bucky lacked that confidence now, Steve realised, eyebrows rising slightly on his face. It wasn’t evident at first glance. Bucky was steady and graceful, not once faltering in his movements as he knotted his tie. Nor as he shrugged on his blazer. It was when his eyes would flicker over the mirror in front of him. It was obvious when his hand brushed over a spot on his shoulder a few times and fixed his tie to sit straight. Even more so when he fixed the collar of his shirt and then his blazer, only to find his hair sitting slightly off and fixing that instead. 

“You’re nervous,” Steve breathed out, breaking the comfortable silence that they had been in for a few minutes. Bucky paused his actions for a second before seemingly deciding to ignore his comment. Steve watched him pull his shirt sleeves under his blazer, jaw ticking when he caught Steve’s eyes through the mirror. 

“I’m not,” he said simply, as if that ended the conversation. Steve was curious though. Never in his life had he seen Bucky nervous for a social gathering, much less a party that Tony was throwing. After the whole debacle in DC, Bucky had recovered well and fast, thanks to T’Challa’s favour and Shuri’s brains. His memories were hazy at times and he had nightmares—sometimes he had to be restrained by Steve—but that was four years ago. 

Over the past two years, Bucky was able to sleep throughout the night at least four nights in a week. Those night terrors had decreased to about five in the past year or so and his memories had been recovered. He remembered the diner that had been down the block from Steve’s house, the smell of his mother’s cinnamon buns, and the wretched taste of mud and blood in his mouth during the war. His social etiquette returned and Tony started inviting him to parties that Bucky had no problem attending. He was more than happy to indulge women and men in his charms once again. 

“Yes, you are,” Steve deadpanned, sitting up straighter when Bucky shook his head and sighed. His hands came down from his tie that he was adjusting again. He looked at Steve through the mirror before turning around to face him and dropped the hand that had come up to check his hair. 

“What makes you think that?” Bucky asked instead. Steve knew he was deflecting the question, but gave in and nodded at his form. 

“That.” Steve nodded at him again. Bucky frowned and looked down at his clothes, arms going up at his sides. Just as Bucky was about to speak again, Steve cut in. “You’ve been looking at yourself over and over again.” Steve watched Bucky carefully before realization dawned on him. 

“You’re nervous ‘cause she’s going to be there,” he voiced out in a breathless manner. Steve hadn’t even thought of that and he inwardly cursed at himself for not seeing it sooner. Of course, the reason Bucky was nervous was because of the one person who seemed to be able to throw Bucky off his charms. 

Bucky opened his mouth to retaliate, but stopped short when Steve raised an eyebrow at him in challenge. He closed his mouth and averted his eyes as if his eyes would give away the feeling that was smothering him slowly. He licked his lips, turning his attention to a lint that had stuck onto his pants. His hands were sweaty, but he kept them steady as he picked at the lint and smoothed out the wrinkle at his chest. His nerves were acting up today, for this party, simply because you were coming back from Greece. 

“She hasn’t been here in two years,” Bucky finally said, sighing as he brought his eyes back up to meet Steve’s gentle gaze. His shoulders fell with an exhale, trying to calm his thudding heart and roaring ears. “She hasn’t seen me since—since I was still recovering.” When Steve’s eyebrows furrowed, Bucky knew he didn’t understand what he meant. 

“But you guys kept in contact the entire time,” Steve mumbled, grabbing his shoes to put them on and keeping his head down. It gave Bucky a chance to turn around without the annoying glare Steve would send his way for trying to cut the conversation off. 

Bucky did keep in contact with you when he could. He had texted you everyday for the first three months and sent daily reminders to eat because he knew you would forget while working. The texts had abruptly stopped from his end when he was called away on a SHIELD stealth mission. That meant he had called you the second he was able to, throwing off his shoes and tossing his duffel bag away, he called you. You didn’t pick up. He called again and again, but then registered that you were probably asleep. 

He went through your texts, ranging from the top ones of concern to the bottom ones of realization to the last few that varied from your daily tasks. His heart had never felt heavier. The suffocating feeling lingered on his shoulders as he forced himself to lay down. He just couldn’t let go of his phone or turn his head off. He kept his phone on his chest, hair dampening the pillow as he laid awake staring at the ceiling. He kept wishing you called back, but you didn’t. He texted you in the morning with heavy eyes, drooping shut every now and then. 

You responded and he started texting like usual, only this time it was rare for you to reply in the same day. His social battery lowered and he usually found himself in the corner with a drink or leaving early with a quick excuse. He never asked why the texts had been reduced. He was too scared of getting an answer his heart couldn’t handle. His heart already ached with each passing day you two spent apart, not knowing how you were doing. He wouldn’t be able to text you if you told him that you had met someone and were busy with them. 

He was a coward. A coward for not telling how he felt when you left. 

You were the only one that didn’t tip-toe around him and treat him like he was made of porcelain. You were gentle, but that didn’t stop you from telling him exactly what you thought. You respected his boundaries that had been set quietly. You didn’t touch him before telling him and asking if it was okay, but you also told him that he should get used to people not asking before touching as well. You kept your distance from his left side if you two walked together, knowing very well he still wasn’t over the murder and torture it had executed.

It was easy to fall for you. You made it so easy for him to stumble, trip, and fall in. 

“Buck?” Steve’s voice was tinged with concern and worry, a small crack seeping through the vowel. Bucky’s eyes flickered up, hands unconsciously sliding down his front to smoothen out his shirt again. 

Bucky swallowed. “Yeah, we did.” His throat burned with the white lie. You two had stopped texting each other three weeks ago with a simple ‘goodnight’ from the both of you. 

Steve stood up, his light blue blazer and pants with the white shirt made the green flecks in his eyes pop and the blue seem darker. Steve looked over at him once, eyebrows furrowing in deep thought as his eyes swiped over his outfit. From the black loafers to the midnight blue pants to the matching blazer and black shirt to the silver tie he had worn. In a few seconds, Bucky watched Steve’s confused face morph into one of amusement. 

“You wore her colours,” he declared with an annoyingly smug grin. He fixed his cuffs as he stared at Bucky who cleared his throat at the accusation. 

Bucky felt his cheeks warm with the obvious choice. It was unintentional at first, picking out the silver tie and blue blazer, but Bucky had realized soon enough that they were your signature colours. He was looking for your colours when he shopped. He had stopped and picked out a few blazers in different styles and some with patterns, but they had all been a dark blue colour. His ties at the last few events had some incoherent swirls of silver. His hair had been swept to the side since you had complimented it styles like that. 

Bucky ignored Steve’s expression and gruffed out, “We should go.” Steve somehow agreed and started for the door, but stopped short with his hand on the knob. 

“You should tell her how you feel tonight,” Steve said gently before twisting the knob and stepping into the hallway. Bucky could hear the loud metal music blasting through the Compound then, his door wide open as Steve made his way down the hall towards what Tony liked to call the party room. Bucky swallowed thickly, the burning feeling back in his throat, and followed Steve down the hall. 

Steve stopped in front of the doors with a wicked grin. “Thor brought his Asgardian liquor,” he told him, emitting an easy grin from Bucky. That was a good thing, Bucky thought. If he had to face you tonight, talk to you maybe, he wouldn’t be able to do it sober. 

Steve pushed open the doors and spread out his arms to announce his arrival. Bucky rolled his eyes and pushed past him, straight to the bar where Natasha was standing with Clint while Thor made drinks. With the heavy music now over, a pop song that he had heard once or twice before playing, he could hear the clinks of glasses and chatters humming in the air. The dance floor was bustling with SHIELD agents that had been invited as per Tony’s request. He didn’t know all of them, but he could recognise a few as he walked by. 

“Ah, Bucky!” Clint greeted, patting him on the back and drawing him nearer. His hand was wrapped around a bottle of vodka that Bucky was sure was Natasha’s favourite. It was the strongest stuff in the bar—other than the Asgardian liquor, of course. “Settle a debate for us, will ya?” Bucky inwardly grimaced at the smell of vodka on his breath and slightly pulled back. 

“What’s it?” Bucky asked, looking between the three of them with a grin. He leaned against the bar island just as Thor came over with Asgardian liquor. He dropped a small pail of ice near him and nodded at it. Bucky nodded back his thanks. 

“How long that guy’ll last here,” Clint said with a loopy grin. He took a swing out of the bottle, looking over at Natasha with a wag of his eyebrows. “I say two weeks before he runs.” Bucky took a sip of his drink, eyebrows furrowing and eyes darting to Natasha for answers. Clint was clearly teetering on the brink of tipsy and drunk, slurring his words together. Natasha was perched on the stool with a sober expression on her face while her eyes were fixed on Bucky. 

“Wait,” Bucky breathed out with a light chuckle, “who are we talkin’ about?” He pushed off the island and looked at Natasha expectantly. The pop music had turned into slow, smooth jazz-type of music that was almost sensual. Natasha leaned forward, towards Bucky as if she was going to share a secret. To his surprise and confusion, Natasha’s eyes softened with something close to pity. 

“Y/N’s boyfriend, Sohan,” she whispered, her emerald eyes flickering towards the dance floor. 

Bucky’s eyes followed her eyesight, painfully slowly, to the dance floor where you danced with Sohan. He was a dark-haired and dark-eyed man with lightly tanned skin. The blood rushed to his ears, heart thudding violently in his ears as he watched Sohan lean in towards you. He looked away before your lips made contact. He felt as if someone had dumped that pail of ice down his back. A shiver licked up his spine and he downed his drink, eyes and throat burning with the harsh liquor. 

“So, what d’you think, Buckaroo?” Clint asked and leaned forward to lay on the island, oblivious to the feelings coursing through Bucky. 

Bucky slammed his glass down loudly enough to grab Thor’s attention. “Get me the whole bottle, please,” he gritted out angrily. Thor looked uncomfortable with the glance Natasha sent him, but he gave over one of the few bottles he had brought with the scowl setting onto Bucky’s face.

 Bucky swiped the bottle off the table and popped open the cork. He put it to his mouth and looked over his shoulder to see you speaking into Sohan’s ear. His eyes quickly drank you in. The black dress you wore had a corset that clung to your torso and accentuated your curves. The tulle flared out slightly and the fabric underneath it was decorated with delicate gold accents. 

They were his colours. 

He spun around and chugged faster, ignoring the look Thor was giving Natasha. 

“Two hours,” Bucky muttered out and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His throat felt like it was on fire. Somewhere, in the more logical side of his brain, he knew he shouldn’t drink so fast. Thor’s eyebrows pinched in concern when he saw the half empty bottle. 

“Bucky, I think that—” Thor cut himself off at the withering glare Bucky sent his way. Before Bucky had a chance to feel guilty about his behaviour, Thor turned away with a small smile to attend to another attendee. 

Bucky bitterly reminded himself that he had no reason to be angry at anyone, but himself. The slow songs changed into heavy rock again, Tony’s enthusiastic voice echoing amongst the drums and guitars. He brought up his hand to run it through his hair, shaking with emotions he couldn’t place. It wasn’t pure anger or jealousy. Heartbreak perhaps. He took another large gulp and felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder. 

He looked over, a scowl on his face and intentions to tell the person to fuck off, but the words died on his lips when he saw your face. 

Your lips were painted a deep red and stretched out into a gentle smile. Your hair tumbled down in soft curls that made him want to hide his face in it. A smither of glitter on your nose and peaks of your cheekbones highlight your face, contrasting it from the smokey eyeshadow and black eyeliner coating your eyes. He hadn’t noticed the sheer fabric that covered your stomach, showing off skin when the light hit it just right.The urge to spin you around, kiss your cheeks, lips, neck, was strong. He held back. 

He could tell you put effort into your makeup so he grinned through his heartbreak and said, “Don’t you look like something outta a fairytale?” He wasn’t sure if you would fall into the category of pretty princesses or of attractive villains. His thoughts were muddled, even more so with the liquor starting to take effect. He would regret drinking so much in the morning. If he made it through the night, at least. 

“Thank you, Buck,” you said with a grin. He couldn’t just call it a grin though, not when it set every fiber of his body on fire. His head spun when you let your eyes glide over his body through hooded lids. “You look handsome, too.” 

Your fingers delicately pressed into his shoulder before sliding towards his neck to adjust his collar and then his ties. He could feel your hand burn through his shirt, branding his skin with your print, resting it just over his heart. He could have sworn he felt an electric shock course through his veins when you patted his chest. When you grinned, the teasing one that you sent him during boring meetings, he felt his shoulders relax from their tense state. He grinned back automatically, forgetting about his breaking heart and the man you were here with when you were looking at him just like you looked at him before. 

“How are you?” You asked, pulling away and waving to Thor. You acted as if nothing was wrong. As if he was the only one who felt the heat of tension and urges of desire, laced with sweetness. He still tasted the bitter remnants of the Asgardian liquor on his tongue, hoping you wouldn’t be able to smell it. 

“Good,” he replied simply. There was no need to tell you how much he had changed. You didn’t need to know that his sleep was nonexistent when you didn’t text back. His attitude, his recovery, his emotions that had grown, those were all hidden on the tip of his lying tongue. He was not okay, but you didn’t need to know that. 

“I’m glad, Bucky.” Your hand landed on his forearm to squeeze it lightly. Thor placed two drinks in front of you with a wink, glasses clinking on the marble as he slid them towards you. You smiled at him, a little dimmer than the one you sent Bucky right after. “Wanna meet Sohan? He’s really sweet.” 

He wanted to say no. “Sure, darlin’.” There was no way he could say no to you when you looked so endearingly adorable. Lips pulling wider a bit and eyes lighting up with relief, you looked around the crowd. You gestured to Sohan to come over when you saw him. He excused himself from Tony and sauntered over to you with a grin Bucky knew meant he was cocky. 

Bucky’s gut dropped. 

“Hey, princess,” Sohan started and patted your lower back in greeting. He nodded his head at Bucky with a slightly smaller smile, one that held a linger of smirk. “You must be the famous Bucky Barnes.” He extended a hand towards him. 

Bucky refrained from cringing and gripped his hand. It was a little tighter than he usually would have held someone’s hand, but he was sure it wouldn’t hurt. He didn’t notice that it was his metal hand until Sohan’s eyes widened. 

“Fuck!” Sohan whipped his hand back with a howl, holding it to his chest. You were by his side immediately, hands on his bicep and face, gently prying his hand away from his chest to inspect it. No marks or bruises appeared, no broken bones were heard cracked. Yet your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, seeking out any hurting places with the tips of your finger pressing in. 

Bucky watched with a stoic face, knowing that he hadn’t pressed in too hard. It was for show. He could see the way Sohan’s eyes quickly darted over you in admiration, brown eyes twinkling. He could feel Natasha’s eyes on him and, out of the corner of his eye, saw her exchange a glance with Thor. Steve had appeared sometime before for a drink, now standing beside Bucky with his chest puffed out and ready to defend, no doubt. Once you were done checking his hand, you pulled away with a small smile on your lips, looking at Bucky. 

“He’s all good,” you said simply, grabbing your drink and taking a sip. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat, tongue darting out to lick his dry lips. His hand gripped the neck of his bottle a little tighter when Sohan opened his mouth. 

“Could be more careful with that death trap,” he muttered bitterly, sending a glance over Bucky’s shoulder and looking at Steve once. Bucky scowled at Sohan. Before Steve or Natasha could say anything to defend Bucky, you turned to Sohan with a glare. 

“Say anything to him and you’re done interning for me,” you bit out through gritted teeth. Bucky’s eyes flickered to you in surprise. 

Interning. He was a fucking intern. Not your goddamn boyfriend. 

He slammed his bottle once on the counter and turned to Natasha with a newly found emotion of betrayal and anger, ignoring the other four pairs of eyes on him. Those glances she gave Thor when he heard her tell Bucky that Sohan was your boyfriend suddenly made sense. It clicked in his head that it was her plan. Natasha fucking Romanoff wanted him to feel his heart break. He didn’t know why just yet, but he was going to find out sooner or later. Whether it be a calm conversation on comfortable sofas or a quick spar on the mat to beat it out of her—she never took the easy way out anyway. 

Your hand wrapped around his hand on the bottle, gently pulling his fingers off of its neck and intertwining your hands together. Your other hand came to cup his chin, tenderly pressing your palm into his cheek and forcing him to face you. When he didn’t budge, glowering at Natasha with a murderous fire in his eyes, he felt your body heat envelop him in its embrace. Your lips brushed over his earlobe, a shudder running through his body at the contact and a shaky exhale making its escape from his lips. 

“Let’s go to our spot, yeah?” You whispered into his ear. Your breath was hot and cool at the same time. He absentmindedly nodded and let your hand guide him out of his chair and out of the room, leaving behind a gaping Sohan. He would beat the reasons out of Natasha tomorrow or the day after, depending on what happens with you. 

You reached the doors to the balcony and pushed them open to be hit with the cool night air, the smell of summer in the air. You sighed lovingly and dragged him along to the edge of it, looking over the trees and the landscape of the city in the distance. The crescent moon and stars twinkled overhead, disappearing the closer they got to the city lighting. He watched you close your eyes and breath in the scent of leaves and plants before looking over at him with a raised eyebrow. 

He shook his head and muttered out, “Nothing.” Your face pinched in pain at his response. You let go of his hand and gripped the railing, turning your face away from him. He felt a stab under his rib. “Y/N?” He placed his hand—his metal hand—over yours, inflicting a mild squeeze in hopes of providing some solace. He wasn’t ready for you to turn back to him with unshed tears in your eyes. Another stab-like feeling ensued in his chest.

“Who is she?” You raised a hand to wipe your tears away, carefully so you didn’t smudge eyeliner and mascara, before they fell. You averted your eyes once again, looking down below at the parking lot. His blazer crinkled and his loafers skid as he turned to lean his side on the railing. He tilted his head down, placing his warm hand under your chin and tipped your head back slightly so that he could meet your gaze. 

Eyebrows furrowing, he asked, “What?” He had had half a bottle of Asgardian liquor in under five minutes and he was starting to feel it start to hit him, but he was sure it hadn’t muddled his mind that much. Not to the point where he forgot someone. 

“The woman you’re in love with,” you mumbled out slowly. Bucky blinked once and then again, eyebrows now furrowing further in together. His lips curled down in a frown, hands coming down and seizing yours. You shifted to mimic his position, letting him lace your fingers together. 

“Come again?” His voice was low and rough, more puzzle pieces joining together the more he racked his gears. He stepped closer to you, the skirt of your dress brushing his pants. His hands itched to touch your waist, your hips, and feel your skin through the opaque fabric covering you. He wanted to pull you close, wrap his arms around you, kiss your neck, but he could control those urges right now. 

“Natasha said you were in love with someone,” you mumbled, eyes dropping to his tie. Of course, Natasha was involved somehow. “Steve said you had been for a while when I asked him.” Bucky wanted to groan in frustration. Steve probably told you that because he had been in love with you for years now. A long while. Bucky had loved you for a long time, but never had he had the courage to say it out loud. 

You slid your hands out of his grasp and fixed his tie. He gave in to one of his urges and placed his hands on your hips, being respectful of where his hands were placed. He didn’t want to read this wrong. Your tears and the questions you asked, even the way you ghosted him three weeks ago, made sense. His senses were working well enough for him to know what you were feeling. He felt his lips tug into a smirk, a little mischief seeking through his demeanor and into the sober moment you two were having. 

“I do love her,” he whispered and gripped your hips a bit tighter each time he spoke. “I’ve loved her for a while. A long time. Ever since I met her. She’s so incredible and kind and gentle, but she doesn’t take any shit from me.” 

He thought back to the few times you broke the news of his past, affirming that those things weren't and were never going to be his fault. He took a step closer to you, loafers disappearing into your tulle skirt. Your heels bumped his shoes, breath hitching at the closing proximity. One of his hands slipped behind to your lower back, index finger drawing slow and deliberate swirls on you. Your hands shook as you raised them to his face, thumb caressing his cheekbones and fingers lightly tracing his jaw. 

“She’ll tell me it exactly how it is and she knows exactly what I need. She’s funny and her laugh makes me want to keep making her laugh.”

His eyes darted down to your lips, remembering the giggles that had left your lips for every sarcastic comment he had passed during any boring meetings. How he had mourned the loss of your laughter when you had left for Greece. His tongue licked his lips as he watched your lips curl upwards. He raised his eyes to meet your teary gaze. This time he knew it was a good thing. His heart soared into his throat. 

“She loves my friends like her family, she saves people with her talents, and she cares for me.” His hands cupped your face and he leaned down closer to you. “Her name is Y/N and I love her with every breath I take.” 

“You do?” You choked out, an airy chuckle escaping your lips. 

Bucky nodded and whispered, “Yeah, I love you, Y/N. I love you, darlin’, so much.” His lips landed on your forehead, mumbling promises and some more declarations of love against your skin. 

You pulled away from him, eyes twinkling with tears and happiness. “I love you, too, Bucky.” Bucky’s shoulders fell with his next deep exhale, thumbs swiping over your cheeks and tucking a stray hair behind your ear. He saw your eyes flicker down to his lips twice and he absentmindedly ran his thumb along your bottom lip. 

“You’re drunk,” you managed to whisper against the pad of his thumb. He pulled back a little, letting go of your face and placing his hands on your hips. He knew you weren’t rejecting him—just conscious of the fact that he had had a bottle in his hand, halfway empty. He spun you two around a bit to have your back against the railing. 

“Doesn’t matter. ‘A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts’,” he mumbled, shrugging. He let go of your hips. He was giving you a way out of this if you wanted it, taking half a step back. You took a second to think about it. 

He was about to tell you that it was okay if you wanted to go back in and talk about this tomorrow—after he beat Natasha in a spar—when you moved. Your hands brought his head down and your lips connected with his. He groaned at the contact, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you close and leave no inch of space between your bodies. He heard the little noises you let out, moaning and whimpering into the kiss. Those little sounds of his made his head spin and his body heat with desire. He picked you up, arms wrapped just under your ass. Tilting back and stepping backwards, his back hit the wall near the door. 

Only then did you two pull away, chests heaving and breaths mingling together. 

“You wore my colours,” you breathed out. 

“You wore mine,” he said huskily, two fingers tracing the ribbons that tied your corset together.

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