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with his forehead pressed against mine and his hand resting on my thigh, he spoke the words I’ve only dreamed of hearing fall from his lips, “i’m not real,” and suddenly my dreams morphed into my nightmares and i woke up alone in my bed, my heart aching for a man from a different reality.

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turning this into a fic as we speak.

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When Bucky Barnes first met Navy, it was at a random halloween party in an abandoned building he happened to stroll past on his nightly walk. He rolled his eyes when he heard the blaring music coming from inside the warehouse, content to just stroll past it without a second thought, when he heard slow, dragging footsteps behind him. Turning around, Bucky was met with a very intoxicated, sluttier version of a pirate, the girl stopped to stare at Bucky, her eyes glassy, “Are you Bucky *burp* Barnes?” her words were slurped and broken up by burps, but he got the gist of the message, nodding his head yes, he turned to finish his nightly walk, only a few minutes away from the small cabin in the woods he called home. “Wa*burp*it!” She tried to chase after him but only got a few steps before stumbling, catching herself on the arm he holds out to her, “there’s another Bucky Barnes at the partyyy,” she points in the general direction of the house, missing it by a few inches. He scoffs, she thinks he’s in a costume as well, of course. Before he can ask more questions on this other Bucky, a sober girl walks over and takes her friend back, apologizing for allowing her to “escape.”

Bucky turned to walk away again, but couldn’t help thinking about this other person dressed up like him. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that someone would want to be him, halloween or not. So against his better judgement, he turned back towards the house and made his way across the grass, stepping over a few passed out party-goers on the way.

The door was wide open, and he was hit with the smell of cheap alcohol as soon as he crossed the threshold, also being hit with sweaty bodies bumping into him as they walk down the hallway. “Yooo, sick costume man,” a frat boy hit his metal shoulder as he passed, looking at his leather jacket that was missing a sleeve, Bucky ignored him, his eyes searching the crowd for another male dressed as him. But what his eyes saw they almost couldn’t believe, at the table in the room next to him he spotted a familiar black and gold arm, his own. He couldn’t see much more from his spot in the doorway, he had only caught a glimpse of the costume, but the reason his mind was spinning was who was wearing the metal arm. A 5 foot something brunette girl was holding a red solo cup and chatting away with her friends, her back turned away, hiding the rest of the costume from his eyes.

Immediately, he began making his way through the crowd, pushing past bodies of 20 year olds to get to the root of his focus. Within a minute he stood directly behind her, looking down at her body, seeing the way her deep blue leather jacket hugged her body, and what appeared to be something akin to leather leggings attached themselves to her every curve. A gasp pulled him away from his thoughts, “Nav,” he made eye contact with a blonde girl who was dressed up like tinkerbell, “I think you should turn around,” the girl, ‘Nav,’ did as she was told, turning around, her nose nearly brushing against Bucky’s chest from how close he was standing. Nav’s eyes trailed up his chest slowly, a similar gasp escaping her lips when she locks eyes with the ‘50’s war hero. “Hi,” he paused, starting to feel awkward. He hasn’t thought this far ahead.

“Uh, hi?” she looked more nervous than he felt, “I’m Bucky!” he yelled over the music, he saw her nervousness melt away in a large smile, “Me too!” she yelled back. He returned her smile, still unsure of what to say next, “I like your costume!” he gestured to the gold detailing on the black leather. “She made it herself!” Tinkerbell cut in, holding out a beer bottle to the super soldier. “Thank you,” he grabbed the bottle and took a drink after opening it. He couldn’t hear anything over the music, and was beginning to regret coming into the party at all when he felt a gloves hand grab his own and begin pulling him through the crowd of people and out the front door.

“Uh, I’m sorry,” Navy dropped his hand and took a step back once they made it outside. “I couldn’t hear you in there and you didn’t look very comfortable,” it’s her turn to look around awkwardly, not knowing what to say. “It’s ok, I just wanted to compliment your costume, it’s really good,” she beamed at his compliment, “Thank you!” she opened her mouth to say something else but was cut off by someone yelling ‘Navy’ from the front porch. “Oh, uh, I should probably go back,” she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, looking at him through her lashes for just a moment, “Yea, I should head home,” he gestured toward the trail, taking a few steps in that direction, “good luck, Navy,” she turned around and gave him a questioning look, “At being a designer,” he explained, his feet hitting the dirt path. A faint thank you coming from closer to the house than he expected.

He smiled the rest of the way home.

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dating professor stan aesthetic

- he writes you letters and hides them in your school books to surprise you

- staying up late with your feet in his lap as he grades and you study

- reading his annotated books to get to know his mind

- going to bookstores together and getting lost in each other’s company for hours

- museum dates and late night diner meals

- watching old movies together

(should i make this a fic?)

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Sebastian Stan giving off ✨i wanna rail you until you pass out✨ vibes

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i hope you want me the way i want you.

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it’s giving dbf!bucky in the best way

bucky bringing reader flowers!!

He looks so cute! The grey in his beard is🥵

This is definitely dilf!bucky on his way to suprise his girl!

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“I think this is the most basic outfit I’ve ever seen you in,” Peter’s voice calls through the speakers of your phone.

You roll your eyes as you brush your hair, “Yeah, I know, but I don’t feel like doing laundry so it’s whatever,” you shrug, looking down at the phone laying on your bathroom counter.

“At least your hair isn’t going in a bun, I don’t think I could ever see you the same again,” he laughs.

You laugh along with him as you pick up your backpack off of your bed before walking back over to your phone, “I’ll see you at school?” you question.

He nods his head, “see you in a minute,” you smile and hit the red button on your phone, effectively ending the call.

Giving yourself one more look over in the full length mirror on the back of your bathroom door you examine your outfit, black leggings with an oversized white t-shirt and boots.

“Y/n you have to walk today, I have an important meeting today,” your older brother, Deacon, announces with a knock on your bedroom door.

You hurry to peek your head out, “Isn’t it supposed to rain?” You question him with a raised eyebrow, Deacon shrugs, “Bring an umbrella?” He offers, already walking out the front door.

Groaning, you grab the white umbrella that is leaning against the wall beside the door and walk outside, locking the door on your way out.

The rain starts as soon as your boots hit the sidewalk, “of course,” you groan, trying to open the umbrella.

You struggle for a minute before realizing one of the latches on the umbrella is broken, rendering it useless and you soaked.

Not thinking too much about the rain, you drop the umbrella in your neighbor’s trash can and begin the six block walk to school.

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Walking past the ‘Midtown School of Science and Technology’ sign, you smile as you walk into the building and begin looking for your nerdy brown eyed best friend.

“Hey, y/n,” Peter calls from behind you, you smile wider as you turn around to greet him, stopping when you see the astonished look on his face.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You question, wiping the corners of your mouth subconsciously.

He just shakes his head and looks down at your shirt, you do the same, your eyes growing wide as you realize your white shirt has turned see-through and your black bralette is on display for the whole school to see.

You pull the shirt away from your skin, your bra still very visible, Peter stops staring and pulls off the sweatshirt he’s wearing over his head, sliding it over yours with a dark look in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You whisper to him as you shove your hands through the holes in the sweatshirt.

He looks down at you with his hands on the waistband of the sweater, gripping your hips, “I don’t like people seeing what’s mine,” he replies, his eyes moving to glare at all of the guys still staring at your now covered chest.

“I’m not yours, Pete,” you reply, a small ache in your chest as the words leave your mouth, you’ve been in love with him since the third grade.

The grip on your hips tighten slightly, “and that kills me every day,” he brings one hand up to push the soaked hair behind your ear.

You lean up, about to kiss him when the school bell rings, making you jump and pull yourself away from him.

Turning around, you begin to walk away when a strong hand grips yours, spinning you around and a pair of thin lips connect with yours.

You have to laugh into the kiss at how dramatic everything must look, stopping when Peter pulls away, “If you can laugh, I’m clearly doing something wrong,” he tells you.

Opening your mouth to explain, you gasp when he kisses you again, this time sliding his tongue into your still open mouth and stealing the breath from your lungs.

He pulls away after a few long seconds, looking down at you as take deep breaths and try to process what just happened.

Leaning down, he presses his lips against your ear, “much better,” he whispers before walking away like nothing happened.