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so lee recently :((( i need to be played with and babied all playful and silly

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All ready for Thunderbolts* this afternoon!

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I got asked out on a date today

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Hi can minors stop interacting with me pls:( I’m 22 pls go away!! I hate coming on here to see another minor liked smth or followed me and I gotta block em cus u can’t READ

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if a character means enough to me i will truly never stop thinking about them. i just retire them into a little back room in my brain and periodically bring them out to stare at them under a little light

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peak philosophy in ao3 tags

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I had to call like 3 different people to get my meds sorted today, I managed to get an emergency prescription AND give my doctor my form for my driver’s license. Somebody be proud of me!!

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I’m icky:/ unmedicated and it’s physically taken its toll. My pharmacy can’t help me until tomorrow morning:( I can’t keep anything down and my head hurts so bad. So I’m whining here, I need to be babied and loved. Ugh I hate being alone. >:(((

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Me to any and all tickle fic writers who have written Marvel fics :DD

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it's so wild to me that you absolutely cannot force a hyperfixation to happen. like you'll watch the most perfectly tailor-made-for-you content that everyone says you'll love and feel absolutely nothing, and then the thing you watch on a whim to fill time will reach through the screen and put its damn fingers in your brain and start rearranging the neurons right in front of you and every single time you're like THIS??? THIS??????? and this happens like every 6-12 months forever

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Delulu this, ignoring your problems that but have you considered it’s just safer for me to be mentally in another universe?

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:3

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🪶 tickle me pink ! steve rogers x bucky barnes tickle ficlet !

uhmmm.. totally not self-indulgent between me and my boyfriend. Ahem,, stucky tword fic cause Steve deserves to be wrecked by the one he missed so dearly, and Bucky deserves to touch someone in a way that isn't meant to harm them.

Warnings : mentions of trauma , unhealed bucky barnes , ALOT of yearning , tickle fic obviously.

Word count : 1025 words

Spring arrived in a beautiful burst, tiny buds on tree branches opened into young green leaves, adding color to the city.

Flowers bloomed from the melted soil, their pinks and purples warming Steve's heart. Many of the Avengers no longer appreciated the small things, not the way he did.

Stark Tower was quiet, Tony and Nat had taken the day to themselves and went for coffee, Thor was finishing up buisness with his father on Asgard, Clint was visiting his family, and Bruce was still in the labs, still working on a way to reverse the Hulk's effects.

Leaving Steve and Bucky alone in the far too modern skyscraper. To make it less unnerving, Steve spent a considerable amount of time refurnishing his room.

He covered the walls in a sage green wallpaper and added an old-fashioned armchair into the corner of his room. Countless shelves held knickknacks and collectibles: cans, bottles, vinyls, you name it, Steve had it.

Paintings and drawings littered the walls and floor, Steve was never good at organizing, Bucky was the one that did that for him. Without him over these years, his room fell into a cluttered mess.

But nothing felt like home until Bucky was back. His other piece, his Bucky, was home... that was the missing piece. Not an armchair or a blanket, but Buck.

That's why, in moments like these, since the war to get his favorite person back, Steve felt the safest.

A spring breeze blew through the propped open window, and the greenery below made Steve smile. But he smiled wider at Bucky in the corner of his room, reading The Hobbit. Steve had suggested it, hoping it would help Bucky's memory return.

Bucky's dark hair framed his face, and his blue eyes darted back and forth as he read. Steve sat back on the bed, returning to his sketching. He drew Bucky's relaxed position loosely, taking far too many glances for an average friend.

"What are you doing?" Bucky asked, looking up from his book to Steve.

"Why do you keep staring?" He added on.

Steve chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

"Sketching," Steve replied, then changed the subject. "How's the book?"

Bucky's eyes squinted suspiciously, and he raised an eyebrow. "Good..."

He sat up, and Steve felt like that scrawny kid in Brooklyn again, embarrassed as he closed his notebook. He'd drawn Bucky, and Bucky wanted to see it, starting a battle Bucky always won all those years ago.

"Let me see." Bucky demanded, and Steve shook his head, heart pounding and face warming.

"No- HEY!" Before Steve could process, Bucky leaped on him. He squirmed, but it was no use; he was pinned.

Steve looked at Bucky, glancing at his clawed metal fingers. He tried freeing his wrists, pinned beneath Bucky's flesh hand, but they didn't budge.

"Cmon buddy.." Steve whined. "This is ridiculous." Bucky didn't respond.

He watched as Bucky's hand reached for the notebook. His metal fingers brushed Steve's side, earning a small squeak. Bucky glanced back, and Steve's face involuntarily turned red. He giggled nervously, and Bucky poked him again. The same noise fell from Steve's mouth.

"Quit it..." Steve grumbled, watching Bucky's face curl into a smile. He pathetically tried to fight, though it was a somewhat faux attempt. He had craved any form of physical touch from Bucky since the last time they held hands a couple of weeks ago. But obviously, this was much more than he anticipated.

He tried to push Bucky off with his leg but failed miserably. His eyes darted back up at him, and the fingers that were ever so slowly approaching in meticulous wiggling motions. This was bad.

He shrunk in on himself, curling his neck in and scrunching up his nose. He couldn't help but giggle already. Phantom tingles fell over his body.

"Wow, Steve," Bucky said, a smile across his face. Steve missed that smile so much. "I'm not even touching you." His fingers continued to hover over his belly, and before Steve could come up with some retort, Bucky pounced.

His metal fingers dug into his belly, and Steve immediately caved in on himself. Bubbling laughter erupted from his throat, and he kicked his feet like a child.

"Buhucky- wahaIT-" His voice got much higher as Bucky switched to squeezing his sides, gentle little motions that had him squealing and shaking his head.

"Does it tickle?" Bucky asked, a shit-eating grin across his face while he spidered his cool metal hand over his sides. Steve's laughter fell silent for a moment before he wheezed and tried to speak between cackles.

"YehHES- IHIHit TihiCKles- BuhUCK!-" Bucky continued his assault, poking his belly all over, one poke near the top, one poke near his hip, one poke on his side, and finally... one in his belly button.

"WAHAHait-! WAHAIT! PLEHEase-!!" Tears of laughter prickled Steve's eyes; he couldn't think. His mind was spinning in a soup of GET AWAY!! and GET CLOSER!!

Bucky smiled. "Tickle tickle Stevie~" he teased, his own cheeks warming. This did Steve in.

He gave up, laughing frantically and shaking his head. "NOHOHO- OhOokay! OKAHAY! I cAHAHNT! I TAHAP OhohOUT! Lohook at ihit.." Bucky's hand smoothed, and he gently patted his belly.

Bucky got off Steve and smiled as Steve tried to catch his breath in small pants and whines. He took up the notebook and opened it, finding the messy sketch; his heart swelled.

"Me?" he asked and turned back to Steve; he chuckled and fixed his hair for him. Steve nodded. His brain still mush after nearly being tickled to death.

"Yeah- I drew you alohot.." He said, small giggles still bubbling out of his throat. "Back in the day.."

Bucky stared at him, craving to know what "back in the day" looked like, felt like. He watched Steve breathe, and his heart ached.

"It's nice," he said, referencing the drawing. And then slowly shuffled off the bed. "Would you.." He hesitated. "Tell me what 'back in the day' was like?"

He was unsure, but Steve's eyes lit up, as if his world was complete.

"Yes." He said, nodding quickly and sitting up. "Yes, I would love to."

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25 Days of Agere Moodboards! Day 11: Character I'd want as a CG!!

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haven’t uttered these words in years but steve rogers n bucky barnes, whether you like it or not, were written romantically. “til the end of the line” literally means til death do us part (a marriage vow)

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“... I think we are. we can be the ones that are coming.”