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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 5 months ago

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When your introverted emo bf doesn't want to leave his room...

(full sketch page on my bluesky 🌶️)

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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 8 months ago

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Sebastian Stan on what he would reply to Donald Trump's opinion about his biopic "The Apprentice"

#sebastian stan

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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 10 months ago

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Bucky Barnes lockscreens/wallpapers

Please like and/or reblog if you use ! ♡

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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 1 year ago

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Declan (Bat Monster) SFW

Rating: Teen Relationship: Female Reader x Male Bat Monster Additional Tags: Bat Monster, Monster Lover Content Warnings: Mild Language, Brief Depiction of Attempted Sexual Assault, Brief Violence Words: 5142

My newest exo fic about a soft bat boy named Declan. Trigger warning for minor violence and a very brief attempted assault at the very beginning, over quickly. Please reblog and leave feedback!

The Traveler’s Masterlist

(Declan’s Kin Character Reference Guide)

You were running as if your life depended on it. Because it did.

He was fast on your heels, shouting abuse and demanding you stop. Stopping was the last thing you were going to do. You knew what would happen if you did.

This fellow had been pursuing you for months. You had turned him down politely, then firmly, then impatiently, then brutally, but he just wasn’t taking no for an answer. This evening, he had come to your house and kicked the door in, slapping you across the face and pushing himself on you. You managed to crack him over the head with your iron and escape, but it hadn’t subdued him. In fact, it had enraged him. You knew if he got you, whatever he did to you was going to hurt.

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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 1 year ago

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Is this the official pose of fighting for superhero couples? Is this also the official pose for trying to calm your feisty partner?

Is this how they reassure each other?

Is this how they protect the love of their life? Is this common amongst enhanced superhero soulmates?

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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 1 year ago

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Liam Mairi ❤️

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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 1 year ago

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I love them, your honor

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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 1 year ago

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me asf :)

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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 2 years ago

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Carmy + Luca

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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 2 years ago

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Me because Liam keeps getting brought up

Chapter 11

I should be reading

#fourth wing #iron flame #liam mairi #liam mairi deserved better #liam mairi stan

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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 2 years ago

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Villain: "We have your boyfriend."

Uma: "Which one?"

Villain: "W-what?"

Uma: "You heard me."

Villain: "Um...tall, muscular?"

Uma: "You gotta be more specific."

Villain: "He's got a hook with him"

Uma: "Oh. Harry. You have Harry! Yeah, no, you don't have Harry, he has you. Good luck."

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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 2 years ago

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“Thank you for being my friend”

“It’s been my honor..”

“..I’ll take care of Sloan”

Me:

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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 2 years ago

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at the end of the day

summary: after another failed date, you run into bucky barnes on the way home and the two of you get caught in the rain

warnings: fluff, dancing in the rain, talks about love, romcom vibes i hope, pining bucky

wc: 1.7k

a/n: inspired by the talk @jadedvibes and i had a while ago heheh. men suck sometimes but we gotta put our trust in rom-communism and that everything will work out at the end :)

How many horrible dates will you go on to realize that you're never going to have your happy ending?

The thought plagued you as you walked down the street. You were going to give up on love completely this time, you promised yourself.

You were deep in thought when a soft voice interrupted your pitiful reverie.

“Oh?” you said, eyes widening in surprise. “Bucky, what are you doing here?”

A light chuckle filled the air between the two of you before he spoke. “I live in this neighbourhood, doll.”

You mentally smacked yourself on the forehead. “Oh, right. I forgot.”

His mouth curved into an amused grin before he took a good look at you. “What are you doing here?” he asked, but he had a feeling he already knew the answer.

You looked down at your outfit, one so different from the usual attire you have on at the Tower. “Isn’t it kinda obvious?” you teased, though your voice’s laced with defeat. “I was on a date.”

He hummed, “And how’d it go?”

“Let’s just say there isn’t going to be a second one,” you answered, finishing off with a sigh.

Bucky winced. “M’sorry it didn’t go well.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” you said, “It… it happens a lot, I’m used to it.”

His brow creased in confusion. “Used to what?”

Did you really have to lay out your shitty love life in front of Bucky Barnes?

You twiddled your thumb nervously. “Going on bad dates,” you stated, “Never finding anything meaningful from them. Always going home with the feeling of disappointment. You know, the usual.”

Bucky frowned. He never realized you had problems with the whole… dating thing. At least you didn’t look like it whenever he saw you around the Tower. You were a joy to be around—always surrounded by people. How could you possibly have problems with dating? Half the department was already in love with you. (Not that Bucky was keeping records on names or anything. Maybe a little.) If you had problems with love, then what about someone like him?

Now that you voiced your problem out loud, you felt a bit better. It’s not that you couldn’t find someone—there’s plenty of someones out there—but none of them made you feel special or seen. That spark you were always looking for seemed to be nonexistent.

Maybe the problem was that you were too picky, your standard was too high—too unrealistic.

Or maybe you were the thing you feared the most.

“Sometimes, I feel like there’s something wrong with me,” you confessed. “No, there must be something wrong with me. Maybe the stuff you see in movies does happen, just not to me because no one wants to put in that effort with me. Maybe, I’m unlovable.”

You never thought you would be confessing all this to him.

Bucky took a minute to digest your words before speaking again. “Hey,” he said softly. “Don’t you dare blame yourself. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Looking into his eyes, you wondered if he truly meant it, or if he’s just being kind like he always was. And as if he could read your mind, “I mean it,” he added, reassuring you.

“Then why…”

“These people you go on dates with,” he jumped in, “They don’t even realize how lucky they are. You’re amazing,” he said, a gentle smile spreading across his face, “And if they don’t see that or don’t make you feel like you’re on top of the world, then I guess they weren’t that great to begin with. They don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you.”

You were speechless. Bucky and you weren’t strangers but calling him a friend seemed a bit too… intimate. You don’t even have his number for Christ’s sake. The two of you were just two people who worked in the same building and saw each other frequently and talked here and there. But why did his words mean more to you than any pep-talk your friends gave you?

“I-l—” you stuttered, “I don’t know what to say. I’m honoured that you think so highly of me.”

If you only knew what Bucky thought of you. He doesn’t really know when it happened, this growing feeling inside of him, but seeing you had become his favourite part of the job. He always tried to spark up small talk (much to everyone’s surprise) but the both of you were busy, always getting whisked away mid-conversation.

Today was the first time he saw you outside of work, in his neighbourhood nonetheless. Perhaps this was his chance—finally some alone time with you. He felt like there were a million things to say, but of course, it came out wrong, as it always does. “I always think about you.” When you raised an eyebrow at him, he corrected himself, “I-I mean I always think highly of you,” he corrected, a tinge of pink evident on his cheek.

A small chuckle escaped from you, and you had to look down bashfully, trying your best to hide your flusteredness. I always think about you.

You wondered why you never paid more attention to the Avenger who always had business in your department.

“That’s really sweet of you to say. If I’m being honest, I was genuinely ready to give up on love tonight,” you said with a small laugh.

Bucky swallowed. “Loo—” Before he could finish his sentence, something wet landed on top of his forehead. Then another one. And another one. It had started to rain. He could have sworn that wasn’t the predicted forecast tonight.

The two of you looked up, letting the steady gentle rain hit the surfaces of your skin. It was probably a good idea to find shelter, maybe stand underneath a roof for the time being until the unexpected summer rain went away.

But the two of you just stood there, completely still, looking ridiculous to onlookers. And then you bursted into a fit of laughter. “Sorry, it’s just… I always imagined what it would be like to be stuck in a storm.”

He grinned. “And how is it?” he yelled through the pitter-patter.

“Hmm. Not as romantic as I thought it’ll be,” you noted amusingly.

Bucky met your eyes for a moment, then swallowed a breath. “Dance with me?” he asked, extending a hand towards you.

You raised a brow, heart skipping a beat at his words. You would be lying if you said the hopeless romantic in you never imagined yourself in this position multiple times. You just never thought it would be with Bucky Barnes.

Taking his hand, he led you with small slow steps.

“You must’ve done this a lot back in your days,” you teased playfully.

Connecting his eyes with yours, he confessed, “This is the first time I’ve danced with someone in the rain.”

Bringing you in and out, and then lifting your arm to twirl you around while the water rippled beneath your feet, it felt like you were suddenly transported elsewhere. Like a movie you had seen on screen that had you swooning. Or a novel you had read late into the night with a gigantic smile on your face. You almost expected some low jazz to start playing soon. But even if it didn’t, it would’ve been fine, because you had the soft glow of moonlight peeking out from behind the clouds, the summer rain, and Bucky with you. It was already enough to set the scene.

He looked particularly boyish tonight with his hair sticking to his forehead. You had the urge to sweep the strands away.

You let out a small yelp when Bucky dipped you down before pulling you back up so you were pressed into his chest. You were glad the sound of raindrops masked your beating heart.

He was a bit rusty, he knew that. It has been over seventy-years since he danced with someone. He couldn’t believe how you would think no one wanted to put in the effort with you. He would dance with you in the rain all the time if that’s what you wanted. Would probably do anything you asked of him, if he was being honest.

You’re not a very good dancer, you had to admit. But Bucky was leading you through the whole thing, even smiling down at you when you accidentally stepped on his foot.

You wondered how many people this beautiful and charming being of a man had swept off their feet before. Hopefully, he still had space in his heart for you. Because you were completely wooed.

As the rain slowed down and sky started to clear ever so slightly, you realized that the spark you were always complaining about not feeling—it was here, in this very moment, ignited from the touches between the two of you. It was there the moment you took his hand. Giving him another sneaky glance, your eyes lit up like a thousand stars.

Maybe the right person was in front of you all along.

Bucky doesn’t know how long the two of you stood there in the aftermath, looking into each other's eyes. It’s the brightest thing in the city, he thought.

Moments later, you removed yourself from him. “Well, the rain stopped.”

“It certainly did,” he said, sounding faintly amused.

“I guess I should get going,” you said, though you were still lingering around.

Bucky, who was soaked to the bones, asked, “Should I take you home?”

You shook your head. “I’m okay. My place is only a few stations from here. Thank you for offering though.” Maybe next time.

Before you completely escaped from his vision, he shouted your name, causing you to pause in your steps and look over your shoulder. “I hope you’re not giving up on love.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to fight back a smile.

How could you?

Bucky Barnes gave you a million reasons to believe in love again.

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obsessivelycraftygothfandomwitch · 2 years ago

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all the words in all the world

Title: of all the words in all the world

Pairing: Librarian!Bucky x reader

Word count: 4.6k

Rating: General audiences

Warnings: a smidgeon of angst because I am incorrigible.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves! This is my contribution to the Sweetheart’s Diner challenge hosted by @bemine-bucky. My prompt was “I just need to know that it’s possible that two people can stay happy together forever” with a side of friends to lovers and a delicious librarian AU. And truly, who could not love librarian!Bucky? Enjoy and please let me know what you thought!