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Oh my these new images 😍 of sebastian...

I LOVE ❤ it.

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The chokehold this man had over me

Sebastian the superstar.

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And just like that.. I’m back on my Bucky Barnes bullshit.

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Me three ❤️😍

I love him so 🫶

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❤️❤️

March 10th, 1917

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"Sargeant James Barnes the 107th." Happy 107th bites buck!!

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You can only reblog this today.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUCKYYYY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 LOVE THIS 107 YR OLD MAN

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joseph quinn doesn't even have intrusive thoughts anymore, they became his normal ones

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The last one 🤣🤣

Eddie Munson + Text Posts ♡

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You’re Safe Now

Paring: Bucky Barnes x F!reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of past trauma,language, Nickname (doll), translated Russian.

Word count:1.9k

Authors note: First solo fic. Feel free to request anything, I write for any gender paring. Have fun loves. ❤️❤️

It's been 5 years since you got out, out of those terrible places. The red room, Hydra. Both were terrible, you were ready to get back the real you. You have no idea who that is or well, was but you want it back. No more confusion. Every night you have the same dream, a man in a uniform saving a small, skinny kid from getting beat up. He says something like, “Sometimes I think you like getting punched.” Then you go somewhere, he calls it “the future,” to which you chuckle and call the skinny man your brother. You have no idea what to think, but you need to find these men. Even if it's the last thing you do.

He missed her everyday, felt guilty for not finding her. He knows she's still alive but doesn’t have the heart to tell Steve, how would he even bring it up? “Oh, hey Steve, your sister may be still alive and is stuck in the red room no big deal.” He says to himself, not knowing the man is standing at his door. “WHAT?!” Steve shouts, angry. “Why didn’t you tell me? What made you think I didn't want to know, huh?” Bucky just stood there shocked, knowing there was no getting out of this one, so all he could do was explain. “Look man, let me explain. I didn't tell you because there’s a chance she doesn’t even remember us, or ever will. She’s been through so much torture there may be a chance that she’s never gong to remember you or me. And it's not guaranteed that she is still alive. So I planned on looking for her, with Nat’s help. So you weren’t hurt, or feeling guilty. Cause that’s all I feel. And your sister man, she’s a smart woman, so who knows maybe she's out. Just… let me handle this one.” Steve was furious but he understands, he knows how much you mean to Bucky, shit bucky’s in love with you. He knows it. So he trusts him, but if you’re alive and not with Bucky, it's his turn. He will have his sister back.

** A few days later **

You are walking in London, a huge place, easy to blend in. Not easy to find, or so you thought. You’re walking back to your apartment when you see a familiar face, a widow. You mumble, “Well, shit. So much for hiding.” You put your hands up in defense, “Listen Yelena, let's talk about this. Please.” She doesn't care, she has a mission to complete. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She walks towards you, she's gonna hurt you if you don’t do something. “Fine.” She attacks but you’re not going down without a fight. Punch, after punch. Kicks after kicks. You don’t want this but you aren’t going back. You notice a swift movement, and look up, which gives her the perfect moment to strike. She kicks the back of your knee, landing you on the ground, she's got you pinned. You close your eyes, ready for the knockout punch but instead a thud? You slowly open your eyes, Yelena’s unconscious body beside you, a familiar redhead standing over you with her arm pointed right at you. A sly smile crosses your face. “Natalia? Still competing with dear ole’ sister I see.” She smiles, “Good you know who i am, Then you know i'm not associated with the widows anymore.” She opens her hand to help you up.

“Come to help an old fri….” Your sentence trails off when you see the man slinging Yelena over his shoulder. New metal arm, same piercing blue eyes, same face as in your dream and your nightmares. You snatch your hand out of hers. Willing to put up a fight. “I’m. Not. Going. Back.”

Those piercing blue eyes find yours and all of your Hydra pain comes rushing back. “Soldat?”

His eyes widen, and he shakes his head, “Not anymore.” You’d heard talk over The Winter Soldier in recovery but didn’t believe it. Why would Hydra let their best weapon go? They wouldn’t but something about those blue eyes made you want to trust him. You decide to try something. Maybe he is the uniform man.

“Don’t do anything stupid till I get back.”

He smiles, “How can i? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

You mutter, “Jerk.”

“Punk” He replies.

You know him, you don’t know who he is but deep down. You know him. So you trust him. Natalia wouldn’t hurt you right? She’s a hero, or so she claims.

“What do you want?”

“Come with us, we can help you remember and get better.”

You nod deciding to follow, your gut is telling you to. The blue eyed man puts Yelena down gently as she wakes up. You remember the red smoke and pull one out, putting on her face before she can fight. She coughs and shoves you off her.

Smiles cross you and Natalia’s face. “Сука.” (bitch) She mutters and gets up, wiping herself off.

“Natasha?” They exchange hellos and the two “heros” take you to a jet of some sort.

Hours later you wake up to your head banging on the side of the jet.

“OW!” You say and look around, somehow you remember him, another dream or maybe you hit your head hard enough. “James?” You question, scared. His eyes light up. “Hi doll. It's me.” Tears well up in your eyes as you thought about all you two have had to endure and the pain he must feel. A wave of fear rolls over your face. You walk over and hug him, crawling in his lap.

“You’re safe now, it’s okay doll.”

The pilot announces that you guys are at the compound, about to land. You hop up and look out the window with a gasp noticing Steve standing anxiously, looking concerned.

“Jesus he’s huge, are we sure that's my brother?”

Bucky chuckles and the jet lands, as you hide and chuckle.

Steve looks at Bucky. Bucky and the others put on a fake sad face and shake their heads. Steve looks devastated, like he's going to cry and he does. You notice and decide this is the time to pop up behind him. You sneak out a side door and stand behind him with your hands on your hips with a sly smile.

“What's all these tears for?”

He whips his head around in shock and hits Bucky’s flesh arm. He smiles as you run jumping in his arms. “Hi Bubs.” You whisper.

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We're Stucky shippers, of course we've cried to the CATWS soundtrack.

We're Stucky shippers, of course we like to remind everyone that lines don't end.

We're Stucky shippers, of course we overanalyze every Captain America movie.

We're Stucky shippers, of course we love Brooklyn.

We're Stucky shippers, of course we use "punk" and "jerk" as terms of endearment.

We're Stucky shippers, of course we will give them the true happy ending the MCU denied them.

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OMFG OMFG OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! PEDRO PASCAL AND JOSEPH QUINN IN MARVEL?!!!! YES PLEASEEEEEE

Marvel Studios' The Fantastic Four:

Ebon Moss-Bachrach as Ben Grimm/The Thing

Joseph Quinn as Johnny Storm/The Human Torch

Vanessa Kirby as Sue Storm/The Invisible Woman

Pedro Pascal as Reed Richards/Mister Fantastic

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Heh 🥲

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Love isolating myself bc I think everyone hates me 😐😐

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Love isolating myself bc I think everyone hates me 😐😐

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😆🤣😂

✞ 666 ✞