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royal bodyguard bucky barnes head canons (gay heheh)

a/n: i feel like i keep writing sm head canons but idc bc i love these sm. they keep ME fed and keep me from gnawing at my walls because of how bad i need this man. also i am working on a new chapter for the bucky fic i swear guys. i'll try and have it out by friday. ALSO I'M MAKING THESE HC'S INTO A FULL STORY LOL. i liked where it was going a (LOT) so i will be making this a thing soon

royal bodyguard!bucky barnes who has infamous combat skills and is unwavering loyal. he used to be controlled by a certain set of words but those were lost during a war. now he is loyal because of the kindness his new king had shown him in never even attempting to retrieve those words

royal bodyguard!bucky barnes who rarely speaks, and notices everything. he is the first to figure out if anyone has ill intentions, if any servants are being spies. for his own pleasure during balls and other social events, he'll take a look at who actually enjoys their time and who's just trying to keep up appearances.

royal bodyguard!bucky barnes who has a soft spot for you. he'll give you silent reassurances like standing closer to you when you're nervous and his eyes always will follow you in a large crowd. if someone as much as raises their voice at you, he has his hand on his sword, ready to make them regret their actions.

royal bodyguard!bucky barnes who you've caught reading in the middle of the night at the guard tower while you walk around the castle, unable to sleep. from afar you admire him, catching glimpses of the titles he reads, mostly poetry and war memoirs.

royal bodyguard!bucky barnes who always deemed himself completely unworthy of you, a royal. you deserved someone clean, without a tarnished path, and tarnished body. his royal suit and armor was clean and shiny but he had scars underneath from this royal days as well as before. him thinking about you, a man, in itself was the darkest of marks.

royal bodyguard!bucky barnes who always listens to you with immeasurable patience when you confide in him. he listens to your thoughts that go against the crown and struggles when his morals and the politics of the kingdom are against each other. you were part of the crown, and he was bound to protect you, but what you spoke of was also treason, but it was within reason, and it gave him enough hope that he decides to also commit treason.

royal bodyguard!bucky barnes who doesn't say a word to anyone else. he doesn't judge and only listens, and that is when his loyalties change from the crown, to you. but you were the new crown anyways, so in his eyes, everything was the same.

royal bodyguard!bucky barnes who keeps things professional. but the tension is always there, when he helps you onto your horse, the bruised knuckles he tries to hide whenever someone insults you, the quiet intensity he looks at you with while you're dancing with a random woman at balls.

royal bodyguard!bucky barnes who took a blade for you when you carried out your treasonous act. he had no hesitation and he was injured for months after. but it didn't matter because your treason had paid off and it was finally allowed for him to kiss you without guilt.

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which one shot fic should i write

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i actually love your brain

I want to pick your brain now friend! ♥️ What do you think are Buckys top two love languages? And why do you think that?

Oh I LOVE this question!

My mind immediately went to Acts of Service! Bucky is a man of few words and knows that he can show his love for you in other ways like bringing you breakfast in bed, drawing you a hot bath, folding that basket of clean towels you’ve been putting off, trimming the tree out back with the dead branch, etc. Weaponized incompetence? Bucky could NEVER. He shows you his love by pulling his weight and then some when the world becomes too heavy for you. My favorite example of this is how he helped Sam and Sarah fix their boat without a second thought:

The second one has to be Quality Time. As a man that had decades stolen from him, all he really wants at the end of the day is to be with the person he loves. It doesn’t matter if that’s a nice date night out on the town or at home under a blanket reading a book. No interruptions, no distractions - he just wants you close. I think Bucky would love taking walks with his person, too. Maybe every other day or so to just have that quality time together - talking about their days or just walking hand in hand in comfortable silence.

I love this old man. He’s precious.

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clawing at the walls at how good this is oh my days

These Nights

Main Masterlist - Bucky Masterlist

Read on A03!

Tags: Bucky Barnes/Female Reader, shameless smut (blowjobs, fingering, p in v sex), light angst, tooth-rotting fluff, no use of y/n, pre-established relationship

Summary: There's never a moment where you and Bucky would wish to be apart, so when you are, you have to make up for lost time.

Author's Note: Your honor, I need him to hold me so bad.

Word Count: 3.3k

He’s home late. No later than usual, but late all the same. For about three hours, the only light in your apartment has been coming from the TV. For even longer, you’ve been doing all but nothing, shuffling around and picking things up, glancing at the door in the hopes that it will open, and Bucky will walk through. 

You know he’s never gone longer than he has to be. He tells you all the time, that he’d always rather be home with you than anywhere else.

It doesn’t stop you missing him. From bunching up the blankets until they’re in a Bucky-Shape, using his body wash and wearing his shirt to pretend he’s a little closer than reality. 

But he always does come home. Past midnight, but home.

And you’re always waiting up for him, no matter how many times he tells you not to. 

Bucky calls your name as he opens the door, and you can hear his exhaustion in his voice.

“In the living room!” You call back, and he groans.

“You should be in bed, doll-“

“Then why’d you call for me?”

There’s a brief silence, and you can picture his adorable, grumpy frown. “Shut it. It’s almost one in the morning-“

“You’re up.”

He sighs, moving around somewhere down the hallway. “‘M sorry, sweetheart, we had to run the debrief-“

“I know, Buck. It’s okay,” you call back, glancing to the doorway. “You need stitches?”

“No.” He materialize from the dark, shuffling across the room and flopping over your body, his words muffled as he presses his face into your chest. “Already had ‘em.”

You scowl, slapping his back lightly. “That’s not funny, James-“

“It’s funny.” His arms wrap around you, not moving from where he’s sprawled over your body. “What’re we watchin’.”

“The news.”

He groans. “That’s so fuckin’ boring-“

You shrug, letting your fingers glide up to play with his hair. “I wanted to know if you were safe.”

Bucky pauses, turning his head to give you a sad, open look. It’s an expression he only reserves for you. Where you’re allowed to see all the heavy weight on his shoulders, the adoration he has for you pained on every feature, and the gaze of a tired man that never feels like he’s doing enough. 

He always is.

But no matter how many times you tell him that, he doesn’t believe it. You’ll keep saying it until he does. Just like he’ll keep trying to alleviate your fears until you stop worrying. 

“You know I always come back to you, doll.” He murmurs, taking his hand in yours, and you give him a small smile. 

“I do.” You cup his face, keeping your words soft. “But I love you, James. I’m going to keep worrying.”

He sighs. “Can’t talk you into goin’ to bed, can I?”

“Maybe you can.” You shrug. “Are you going to bed with me?”

Bucky opens his mouth and you slam a hand over it.

“I- Sorry- Did you eat.”

He raises his brows, but shakes his head and you sigh. 

“James-“

“I was trying to get back to my best girl.” He grumbles, prying your hand away. “We’ll do pancakes in the morning-“

“Or you can have the Chinese I got you, now.”

Bucky blinks at you. “You got me Chinese?”

You nod, and try to push to your feet. “Lemme go- Bucky-“

He’s on his feet faster than you ever could be, keeping you pinned to the couch as he leans down and presses a deep, slow kiss over your lips. You melt into the cushion, your hands darting up to hold his face, and he smiles against your lips. 

“I’ll get it, babydoll.” He mutters, pressing a smaller kiss to your nose. “But you gotta go to bed-“

“I’ll go to bed when you go to bed.”

Bucky leans back to glare at you, but you just smile right back. That glare doesn’t work on you anymore. You might be the only person in the world who can win a starting contest with Sargent Grumpy, and he knows it, because he gives up with a sigh. 

“Just-“ Bucky sighs, tracing metal fingers carefully over your cheekbones. “Don’t fight it, if you get tired. Alright?”

“Alright.” You whisper, giving him a small smile. “Go eat, Buck.”

He grunts, pressing a final, firm kiss to the top of your head, and ambles out of the living room. 

It’s only a few minutes that he’s gone, but you shuffle restlessly all the same. The smell of him is so much stronger than the shirt or the shampoo. His warmth is so much heavier, and more comfortable, than the blanket. And you’ve been aching for him all night, enough that you’ll probably climb or ride him first thing in the morning, but you can settle for just contact tonight. Only his body pressed over yours, and his face planted back against your breasts. He’s tired. You care about him resting far more than you care about him flipping you onto your stomach and kissing up your spine, maybe massaging his hands on your thighs or swatting at your ass-

“I love you,” he grumbles your name as he returns, Chinese food in hand, and flops back over your body. “’S unbelievable, how much I love you. You gotta know that, doll. I’d so anything for you. Steal the moon, give you a thousand babies.”

You smile at him, tucking yourself into his side as he grabs the remote and switches off of the news. “You like the dumplings?”

“I like you.” He kisses the side of your head, and when you give him an amused look, he shrugs. “And the dumplings. They’re my favorite, doll. Thank you.”

“I know.” You hum, not bothering to look away from Bucky as he eats. He’s yours. You can stare at him—at the sharp line of his jaw and fullness of his lips—all you want. “A thousand babies is a lot.”

He swallows his bite, giving you a tiny grin. “Then we’ll start with just me fuckin’ one into you, and see where it goes.”

You make an incoherent, sleepy sound and Bucky chuckles, tugging you a little closer to his side. He’s taunting you. It’s too late in the evening for you to just straddle him and grind in his lap until he gives you all the attention you need. Rest. Tonight is about letting Bucky hold you against him and eat his Chinese food, grumbling at the TV whenever a character makes a stupid choice and getting high on his chuckles whenever you make a joke. 

It would be nice if he could pretend this was all about him. If he didn’t keep feeding you some of his food, and rubbing circles on your arm that prickle heat over your skin. If every time he kissed you, he didn’t do it a whole lot deeper than he needed to, before biting the tips of your nose and laughing when you whack his chest. Looking so handsome in relaxes in the dark, the tired expression he had when he came through the door long gone. 

Maybe you could touch him. He’s tugged you so you’re straddling his thigh, but that doesn’t mean this needs to be about you. You can feel his semi hard cock, pressed on your inner thigh. If you lean down and take him in your mouth, it can be about Bucky and not you-

“Bed?” He asks suddenly, and you’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at him in the dark. Given the openly amused expression on his face, probably longer than you want to admit. 

You tilt your head at him. “Are you going to bed?”

He shrugs, your eyes narrow, and you slide a leg over his stomach. 

Bucky groans, his hands flying to your hips. “C’mon doll, go to bed-“

“I need you there with me.” You hum, bracing your hands on his shoulders, and he sighs.

“I can’t sleep,” he mutters, dropping his brow to yours. “Long mission. And you know I’m not supposed to get in bed ‘less I’m gonna sleep.”

Fuck, that’s true. Some sleep psychology thing Sam made him go to last year, that you’d told all the New Avengers about so they could reinforce it when he was on overnight missions. Unless Bucky knows he’ll fall asleep, he can’t be in bed. Not if he’s going to stop sleeping on the floor for good. 

But he can’t just stay up. The heaviness might be gone, but you can still see the bags under his eyes. And you’re tired yourself, and you won’t be able to sleep without him, but he’ll beat himself up if you sleep on the couch just to be near him. 

So there are two options here. The first one is the meds—strong enough to knock out an elephant, and capable of making Bucky sleepy—and the second one is making him relax. 

The second one is the better option. 

Because then it’s not about you. 

You trail your hand slowly down his chest, holding his gaze as you move. He has time to tell you no. That he’s too tired for what you’re obviously aiming for. 

But Bucky’s eyes just remain on yours, his lips parting slightly as you rub his bulge through his pants, and his eyes darkening with an expression you know far too well. 

Lust.

He mutters your name as you slowly undo his belt, hand flying up to cup your cheek. “You don’t have to-“

“Want to.” You pull his pants down, taking his underwear with them, and start to stroke Bucky’s cock to attention. “Please?”

He blinks at you slowly, a low groan escaping his throat as you lean down to kiss along his jaw. “You’re askin’ me to jerk me off?”

You hum. “And give you head.”

He grunts, his hips jerking at just the suggestion and you smile. “That’s not playing fair, doll-“

“Not trying to play fair.” You lean back, your smile growing at his hooded, ruined expression. “May I?”

His eyes flick down to where you’re slowly pumping him, your thumb rubbing over the tip of his cock, and he grunts. “Yeah. Fuckin’- Have to be insane to say no-“

You crash down, giving him a deep, comfortable kiss and giggling when he groans your name down your throat, his hands skimming feather-like touched up your side as you pick up your pace. 

“Off.” He grunts, tugging at your shirt—his shirt—and you moan as his metal fingers start to roll your nipples with an expert precision. “Gotta see you, sweetheart.”

You lean back to undress, and take the opportunity to readjust entirely. Sliding off of Bucky’s lap to angle yourself to the side, helping him all the way out of his pants before-

“Shit-“ Bucky hisses your name as you take him in your mouth, his hand fisting carefully in your hair. “Jesus, warn me-“

You hum, pausing to look at him under your lashes, his cock still heavy on your tongue, and he groans. 

“Don’t stop- Fuck-“

His hips buck up again as you swirl your tongue around the head of him, one hand still stroking the base of his cock as the other braces you up, and you let out a lewd, muffled moan as he bumps the back of your throat.

“Shit- Sorry, sweetheart- Christ-“

It didn’t bother you. If this wasn’t about Bucky relaxing, you would’ve guided him to just start fucking your face. But you’re doing all the work tonight, so you just hollow your cheeks, relax your jaw, and start to bob up and down. Making him bully your throat and shifting your hand to play with his balls, moaning around him whenever he jerks on your tongue and sucking him off like you’ve been starved. 

But Bucky never gets the memo that this is supposed to be about him. Because suddenly, when you’re licking a strong line up his shaft before dropping down and choking on him, you feel a warm hand massaging your ass and teasing over your panties, right on- 

You pull off of him with a sharp gasp as Bucky rubs your clit, and he just chuckles, running your hair between his fingers. 

“Bucky-“

“C’mon, babydoll.” He drawls, tugging your hair until you’re looking up at him. “Can’t take it as good as you give it.”

You blink at him, almost falling forward as he leaves a light slap on your ass, your hand still mindlessly playing with his balls squeezing slightly. 

Bucky hisses, landing another hit before rubbing his finger back over your clothed pussy. “Play nice, sweetheart.”

You moan, slumping into his body as he slowly pulls your panties to the side, teasing his fingers over your bare, soaking slit. 

“Thought you wanted to suck me off, doll?” Bucky teases, and you twist to bury your burning face in his stomach. “Begged me for it, too.”

“Buck,” you whisper, wiggling your ass in the air and whining when you get another light slap. “I need it, please-“

“I know you do, gorgeous.” He tugs your hair again, making you pull back from hiding. “Keep that perfect mouth on my cock and I’ll take care of you.”

You nod mindlessly, wrapping your lips back over his dick, and you’re immediately rewarded with Bucky’s fingers sliding into your cunt. 

And he didn’t lie. He never lies to you. 

You keep him in your mouth, sucking and moaning around him as he slowly fucks you with his fingers, and you might cum from just his voice. Drawling praise above you and moaning whenever you swallow around him, hisses your name whenever your tongue swirls around him, and-

“There you go,” he hums, his free hand still tangled in your hair as his hips start to jerk up, and you whine around him. “So fuckin’ wet for me, look so pretty when you’re takin’ me like a good girl, gonna fuck you ‘till you can’t walk-“

You moan at the promise, grinding up into the air, and Bucky chuckles.

“Like that, babydoll? Want me to stuff you full of my cock, let me fuck you stupid and sweet-“

He’s starting to slur his words, and you can taste the pre-cum, falling out of your lips with your drool. He’s close. It lights an extra fire in you, and you start to suck him off like there’s no tomorrow. Bucky moans, loud and echoing through the dark, and his fingers in your pussy falter for only a second before his efforts double. His hand twists so he can scissor his fingers in your cunt, his thumb finding your clit and starting to rub rapid, mind-numbing circles. 

The coil in your gut snaps right as Bucky presses his thumb down, and you squeeze his fingers as he pumps you through your orgasm. It seems to spark his own release, because a groan of your name and slightly tug of your hair up is the only warning you get before Bucky’s cum shoots right into your throat. You try to swallow, but his fingers are crooking and rubbing on that spot deep inside of you, and you can feel a second orgasm rising up.

The dam breaks right as he yanks you fully off his cock, tugging you up into a wet, hot kiss and biting on your lower lip. You scream his name as you squirt over his hand, and he groans, already half-hard cock pressing against your stomach as you grind down onto his hand. 

You shudder in his arms, a weak whine leaving your throat as his fingers pull out, and there’s a second where you both just stare at each other in the dark. You’re still aching, and the serum means he can go all night, and he did say he’d fuck you. 

He tips your head back slightly, pressing those same fingers that were just inside you on your lower lips. You hold his gaze as you take them in your mouth, sucking them with just as much fervor as you gave his cock, and he groans.  

“You got more in you,” he mutters your name, voice dripping with lust, and you nod frantically. “Wanna-“

“Bed.” You whisper, pulling back with a pleading look. “Or just here-“

Your words die in a yelp as Bucky stands, keeping you steady in his arms, and marches you right to your room. He kisses you as he stops at the foot of the bed, never breaking it as he lowers you both down to the mattress. The only half second, he pulls away is to pull his shirt off his head and toss in into a corner, before raising your legs up to help you out of your panties. 

He groans at the sight of the mess between your legs, stroking his cock as he kisses on your calf, and lowers your leg down back down to the bed. “So pretty, babydoll. Gonna fuck you so good, promise.”

You don’t get a chance to respond before he’s falling back over you, capturing your mouth in a rough kiss before slowly guiding himself into your pussy. He moans as you flutter around him, leaning back to scan over your face for any discomfort, and you give him is a tiny nod and roll of your hips.

“More.” You gasp, fingers curling on his chest. “More, Bucky-“

He groans, kissing the words out of your mouth, and start to roll his hips, fucking you lazily. Slowly. 

But he picks up the pace. You don’t have to beg or whine for him, Bucky always picks up his pace. Starting with hungrier, deeper kisses and tiny love-bites, before becoming a careful but firm grip on your hips, angling them up to give himself a better angle. 

Then you moan his name, and he slams against that deep spot only he can ever reach. Your back arches off the bed with a gasp, Bucky groans your name as you flutter around his cock, and the speed picks up. The bed creaking under him as he fucks you, really properly fucks you, and you’re flying out of your skin as he groans against your throat, his mouth diving down to wrap around a nipple and sucking. You yank on his hair when his tongue does that maddening swirl and flick, and he start to groan, the sound vibrating thorough your body.

You cum together. Bucky’s lips press right over yours as he pulls out one last time, slams in with a groan, and you come apart in his arms. Your head spins with pleasure as he cums inside of you, kissing all over your face and rubbing his hands in slow circles on your hips as he lets you ease back down.

“Shower?” He grunts in your ear, and you nod, your hands rubbing over his back. 

It glides by so easily, in the soft, comfortable bliss of Bucky’s presence. He helps you to the bathroom so you can pee, turning on the shower and waiting for you to be ready before guiding you into the warm water. By the time you’re both clean the mist has gotten to your head, and sleep is tugging at your eyes. You’d fight it, if you couldn’t feel Bucky humming as he washes your hair. You try to return the favor, but he just keeps you pinned against his chest, kissing over your neck. 

He climbs into bed with you, after helping you dry off. Wrapped around you and out before you can even really register it. He’s a silent sleeper, but you know the difference. He’s relaxed, draped over you, and breathing deeply as you start to drift off.

Home. 

He always comes home.

End Note: I think writing this kickstarted my ovulation.

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holy wow

by @gyeleul_

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tattoo artist clint x actor reader hc's

a/n: i BEEN wanting to write this one so bad it's like the most perfect fitting job for clint imo. decided to keep this one sfw for all the minors on here. yw ehehe

tattoo artist!clint who has a bunch of his own tattoos, most of which are hidden under his clothes. he only trusts yelena (who is also the only other person who works in his parlor) to do them for him.

tattoo artist!clint who once almost convinced Steve to get a tiny Brooklyn Bridge tattooed on his ankle but then Steve chickened out.

tattoo artist!clint who owns a tattoo parlor on a hidden away street in New York. his store is between a dive bar and a vintage record shop. he most definitely doesn't tattoo the drunk people who come in, but sometimes if they say something exceptionally stupid he can't help himself and tattoos it on them (in temporary ink).

tattoo artist!clint who makes a lot of money off of the people who stop by his tattoo parlor on their way to the bar. but he also gives so many free tattoos to people who get them for special meanings. cancer survivors, abuse survivors, etc, he won't say a thing until the tattoos done and then won't let them pay him no matter how big or small the tattoo was.

tattoo artist!clint who's best at geo-realism. all his years of having to be precise with shooting an arrow gave him steady hands that are perfect for tattooing people. he's done so many intricate tattoos and loves when they incorporate animals. his favorite was when a client had a hawk a part of their tattoo.

tattoo artist!clint who ends up falling for someone who's almost the complete opposite of him. a very extroverted actor who came in with a few friends on impulse because they just celebrated a big show wanted a tattoo to commemorate the moment.

tattoo artist!clint who opens up his drawer of fidgets and candy and hands whatever the nervous actor in the chair in front of him wants. clint didn't usually talk much with clients but you were so talkative he just felt bad letting you go on without response.

tattoo artist!clint who accidentally agreed to go on a date with you to a diner down the street once he closed up and didn't realize it was a date until you kissed him at the end. he didn't mind at all though, he talked to you through the night and realized you weren't all that flashy and were actually someone who enjoyed smaller things.

tattoo artist!clint who loves fixing things for you. when you brought him to your apartment for the first, before he left, he fixed your lamp and your flickering ceiling light. it was practically a love language for him, you wouldn't even have to say anything, if he noticed it, he'd fix it.

tattoo artist!clint who once the both of you got closer and dated for a bit longer thrived on small touches. he loved when you'd just hold his hand or when you didn't mind him laying his head on your lap when he was tired.

tattoo artist!clint who always makes eyecontact with you when you're speaking, and it is deep eye contact. one time when you brought it up with him, he seemed to not realize he actually did that. but you love whenever he does it, it makes you feel so heard. (plus it was kinda hot).

tattoo artist!clint who'll give you all the free tattoos you want, but you don't want many. you let him choose whatever he wants to tattoo on you once for fun and you ended up leaving the studio with a geo-realism tattoo that incorporated your favorite animal and love for astrology.

tattoo artist!clint who let you try to tattoo him after practicing a few times on fake skin. it might not have been the most perfect tattoo, but in clints eyes it was the most beautiful and he'd trace over the little, kinda curvy, arrow that they tattooed. (bonus points if it's a gay couple and clint's partner makes jokes about neither the arrow or clint being straight).

tattoo artist!clint who loves to kiss over the tattoo he did for you. it makes him smile every time you wear something that shows it off.

tattoo artist!clint who sleeps like he's dead but will wake up the minute you try to get out of bed and will pull you back in without saying a thing. the man will not let you move and stays holding you until he decides to get up himself.

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his little smile. he's so funny (and hot as fuck holy shit where did my pants go??)

Thunderbolts* dir. Jake Schreier | 2025

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TOOO good. mind you i have never watched the notebook this and definitely had spoilers but so worth it.

If You're a Bird, I'm a Bird

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Content: mostly fluff, brief mentions of sex, spoilers for The Notebook, a bit of softness/tears from Bucky

Synopsis: Bucky and his girl enjoy a movie night and some dessert.

A/N: my entry for @avengers-assemble-bingo for AA Spring Bingo; combined with this adorable ask!

Prompt/Square: "You burned the cake!"/2

Card Number: AAS002

It was your night to choose the movie and after Bucky made you sit through a really boring World War I film last week, you were looking forward to payback in the form of some cheesy romantic goodness. You found your old DVD copy of The Notebook in storage - Bucky wasn’t one for streaming services. He preferred physical copies and his old, trusty DVD player. You didn’t question it. In fact, you found it kind of charming.

“So, what are you subjecting me to tonight?” He asks jokingly as he walks into the kitchen. You set the kitchen timer for 40 minutes after putting the cake in the oven. 

“You mean my dessert or my movie pick?” You ask teasingly.

“Well, I always love whatever you bake for me, baby. You can do no wrong with some eggs, flour, and vanilla. You can, however, choose some questionable movies,” he shrugs, preparing for your barrage of excuses.

“You secretly loved Legally Blonde. Don’t pretend like you didn’t! And Notting Hill! You made us read on a park bench the very next day. You were inspired!” You prepare your list of comebacks.

“Okay, well, those were better than I expected,” he says, untying your apron. “What kind of cake did you make? It already smells really good in here.” 

You giggle and shrug out of the checkered apron he kept on a hook in his pantry just for you. He’d bought it for you after the first time you baked for him - simple vanilla cupcakes - and now you wore it every time you baked for him. It probably reminded him of simpler times, and you  were happy to oblige.

“It’s an orange raspberry cake,” you say quietly, standing up to kiss his lips softly. “You’re going to love it.” 

“Sounds amazing,” he whispers across your lips.

“Come on! I brought another romantic movie, but I have a feeling you’re really going to like this one,” you say as you lead him by the hand into his small, cozy living room. He chuckles softly and settles into the couch, watching you pop the DVD into the player. You settle into his open arm as he lays a blanket over the two of you. 

As soon as the title comes across the screen, “The Notebook”, you hear Bucky inhale softly. “You okay?” You ask, looking up at him. 

“Yeah, yeah - um, Steve actually had this in his notebook of things he missed. He recommended it to me. Said it would remind me of our childhood,” he murmured, looking a bit melancholy. You run your hand over his arm softly, trying to comfort him. 

“We can watch something else if it’s too much,” you say softly.

“No, I want to watch it,” he replies, kissing your forehead. “If you picked it, too, I’m sure it’s great.”

You smile and settle back into his embrace, both of your eyes on the screen as the main character, Noah, hangs from a Ferris wheel, trying his hardest to ask Allie out on a date. Bucky sighs and laughs softly a few times. 

“I had a jacket like that,” he whispers a bit later during a scene where Noah and Allie are dancing in the street. Noah is wearing a plaid jacket that you’d secretly kill to see Bucky in now. 

“I would have had the biggest crush on you,” you say quietly. “Well, I do now. So I definitely would have back then.” 

“I would have climbed a Ferris wheel to ask you out,” he says with a smile. You both turn back to the TV and watch Noah and Allie dancing in the street, falling in love. 

“So, you probably know this,” Bucky starts, as we watch the scene where Noah meets Allie’s family, “but wearing black was a sign that you maybe didn’t have much money back then. See how everyone else is wearing white?” 

You did know that, but you listen to him anyway, enraptured by how this is bringing back real memories for him. The first love scene comes on in the old plantation house, and Bucky clears his throat. You do your best to lighten the mood.

“Having flashbacks, old man? Are those era-accurate panties doing it for you?” You tease.

He chuckles and then looks at you, “No, but is the cake burning? I smell something smoky.”

You jump up from the couch and rush to the kitchen. The timer hadn’t gone off, but more than 40 minutes had definitely passed. You grab an oven mitt and open the oven to see your sad, extremely brown cake. “No!” 

Bucky walks in behind you, biting his lip ashamedly. “Did you use the kitchen timer?”

“Yes, of course!” 

“Um… I may have stolen the batteries from it to use in the TV remote,” he admits.

“Bucky Barnes! You burned the cake! My beautiful cake has suffered because of your TV remote?!” You mock cry.

“I’ll still eat it,” he shrugs, assessing the damage.

“Bucky, it’s like a brick. A very burnt brick. I guess you just don’t get dessert today,” you shrug, taking off the oven mitt and smacking him in the arm with it. “Just buy batteries next time like a normal person!”

“I know, I know,” he says. “Come on, let’s finish the movie. I have a rogue pack of Oreos somewhere we can eat later. I gotta find out what happens!” He pulls on your arm gently, urging you back to the couch.

You smile, happy that he’s enjoying the movie at the expense of your cake, and follow him back to the couch. You lie your head in his lap and he plays with your hair as you continue the film. You get to the part where Noah and Fin enlist in the War and hold Bucky’s hand tightly, rubbing soothing circles into his palm. You can feel his breathing get more erratic as Noah’s best friend, Fin, is killed in battle. 

“You okay, baby?” You ask delicately, to which he nods solemnly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

The movie continues, and you shift positions, this time Bucky laying in your lap as you run your hands through his thick, dark hair. Eventually, Noah and Allie reunite and you steel yourself for one of your favorite scenes - the boat trip among the swans and the thunderstorm. As the first roll of thunder rumbles on the screen, you hear actual thunder rumble outside of Bucky’s place and smile. You love a good storm. 

Finally, the ending credits roll after the two lovers die in each other’s arms and you feel a wet spot on your leg from Bucky’s tears.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he says sternly, his voice cracking.

You giggle softly, wiping his tear-stained cheeks with your fingers. “Your secret is safe with me, handsome. You liked it, then?” 

“I loved it. It felt a bit like going home, and also reminded me of the lengths I would go to for you - to make sure you always know just how much I love you.”

You gasp quietly, not expecting such a soft, sentimental answer from him. “I love you, too, Bucky. And I never would have made you climb a Ferris wheel to ask me out, by the way.”

He laughs softly at that and sits up. Lightning flashes outside, followed by another loud roll of thunder. “You want dessert?” He asks softly.

“I’m okay, actually,” you reply.

“Good. Because I really want to reenact that last love scene,” he growls as he scoops you up and carries you to his bedroom. You’d never been happier with a movie pick and a burnt cake in your life.

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construction worker steve hc's (MDNI)

a/n: didn't get any love on my last funeral director!wanda hc's but here's some construction worker steve! i'll be doing clint as a tattoo artist next!

some are nsfw so mdni!

nsfw in red

construction worker!steve who always cracks dad jokes at work since the day he joined. there were a lot of no nonsense guys but he started to get them to loosen up eventually they greet him with dad jokes in the mornings.

construction worker!steve who is loyal to his coworkers who he calls 'his guys' (even the girls) and considers family. he's always early to work and carries an extra thermos of coffee for everyone there. whenever they all go out he always buys the first round of drinks for everyone.

construction worker!steve who is extremely handy but will literally use duct tape to fix his lunchbox that is falling apart in 4 different places because it was the last thing thing that Sam gave him Steve decided to put up the shield.

construction worker!steve who see's a passerby while on his way into the construction site and just had to stop by to say hi. after all, he loved hearing about how the building he was helping build would influence the community, or so he told you.

construction worker!steve who always knew what he was building and how it would help but just loved to hear the words from your pretty voice and how you seemed so excited about the fact the kids nearby would have a nicer playground to play on.

construction worker!steve who see's you everyday while you walk to work and give you a polite smile and wave. everyday he thinks about getting your number and everyday he hesitates, not sure if a person like you who wears a tailored suit would want anything to do with a worker like him.

construction worker!steve who decides to go for it because of Sam and Bucky's persistence after he mentioned you once, briefly, to them. the both of them were just so excited their close friend was finally moving on from Peggy

construction worker!steve who stops you one day on your way to work after giving you the usual smile and wave, asking nervously if you'd be willing to go on a date with him. you were completely enamored with how nervous the tall, usually intimidating, man in front of you seemed and said yes.

construction worker!steve who's a complete gentleman and takes you out on a nice picnic date because he might not have the most money, and he knew you didn't need any, but he'd always be able to give you time and attention.

construction worker!steve who's the same gentleman in the sheets until he realizes you like it rougher, and how you like the way he's so strong. he slowly starts to test you boundaries (with consent of course), being a little rougher when you give him head, shoving his cock deeper in your throat until you gag, overstimulating you until you're nearly left in tears.

construction worker!steve who as rough as he may be in bed, also cleans you up, kisses away your tears, and gets you in the shower every time, worshipping your body and muttering to you about how heavenly you looked.

construction worker!steve who never expected anything stereotypical from your relationship but get's immensely happy when you pack him a lunch on your days off.

construction worker!steve who makes sure he shows you how grateful he is for you lunches and occasional homemade dinners all night even if he has to get up early in the morning for work. he'll have you screaming his name until your lungs practically give out.

construction worker!steve who absolutely gets off on being able to mark you with hickeys, but even more, when you leave hickeys on him. sometimes when you're off on business trips he'll see some hickeys from you before you left and before he knows it he's already stroking his cock with his rough, calloused hands, wishing it was your soft lips sucking him off instead.

construction worker!steve who doesn't like you sending nudes over the phone. it doesn't matter how long you're gone, he doesn't want to see a single picture of the phone. no. he prefers the polaroid pictures he's taken of you in every which way, angle, and place. smiling, laughing, cumming all over his cock with your hair a mess, all of them make him need you back even quicker.

construction worker!steve who is a secret bottom, after a long, difficult day at work, there's nothing more he loves than just getting on his knees and listening to whatever the hell you tell him to do.

construction worker!steve who loves when you send videos. he might not like photos but the videos are just too good to resist. hearing your moans and how badly you need him just makes him feel like he's on fire. one time when you had taken a day off and steve still had to go to work, you sent him a video and he literally jerked himself off in the bathroom so he wouldn't have a boner for the rest of the day.

construction worker!steve who came home and immediately devoured you instead of dinner, until it was way late. but he didn't forget about dinner. he ate every bite you gave him and thanked you very well for dinner. safe to say the next day you couldn't walk and had to take the day off of work, steve staying home with you to take care of you this time.

construction worker!steve who will never ask for anything in return. he'll always go down on you first, but won't ask to put it in, or for you to return the favor. he always lets you lead, and praises you for whatever you decide you want that day. even if he's just giving you head he'll praise you for taking such good care of yourself and tasting so good.

construction worker!steve who normally is a stickler for staying at work the whole time, sometimes later, to get the job done, but if you wanted him home by 7, he'd be there at 6:30. whatever you wanted, he would do. especially if he knew you'd be waiting in clothes he'd get to rip off.

construction worker!steve who still loves gentle, sensual sex. he loves intimacy and will try any kink you have but never forgets to show you how much he loves you. even outside of sex he's always gentle, soft touches, and care.

[howwynnderful]

Are you into me? Like I'm into you... (Ch. 4)

Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader

Ch. 3.5 - Ch. 5

Synopsis: Bucky going to therapy, getting better. You and Bucky makeup?

Warnings: cursing, talking about mental health, some of buckys past mentioned but nothing crazy.

Notes: i have no idea. i just am kinda looking forward to writing the next chapter hahah.

Reminders: No use of Y/N. Diverges from movies/shows canon a bit. Takes place during TFAWS. Will be a slow burn, will have a lot of fluff, will probably have a bit of angst but all happy endings here this fandom is already allergic to happiness enough. Title is from Hello? by Clairo.

Word count: 2.4k

The moment Bucky see's you with your arms full with boxes he freezes, but only for the tiniest moment. The only thing that passes through his mind is a bunch of regret about him brushing you off when he saw you a month ago. But right now, he didn't expect you to recognize him though, in fact, when your eyes just brush over him, a large part of him relaxed.

But even though most of him was fine with you not recognizing him, another small part of him felt stung. It was just another reminder that he wasn't important, and simply insignificant.

He just got in the elevator while you got out, acting the same as you, being indifferent as if he didn't remember the way you had smiled at him so kindly as if he deserved nothing less. Until he ruined it with his standoffish behavior.

How good you smell didn't help with the guilt he feels.

He wanted to kick himself for not asking if you needed any help. Why the hell was he being so weird?

Whatever.

He was on his way to therapy. There was absolutely no reason for him to unpack this right now. It could just wait until later.

But he couldn't get his thoughts to quiet down as he rode down the street in his motorcycle.

Bucky reasons with himself that he was just worried about it being strange if you had held the rejection against him. You were just a random person, probably also relocated by the government, the chances of you being his neighbor was small. You'd probably end up on the far side of his floor away from him anyways. Nothing would be awkward.

It doesn't matter anyways. Today's session was about the dark green journal he was holding in his leather gloved hands as he walked into the building.

When he had gotten back to his apartment from his last session, about a month ago, he sat on his couch and just stared at the empty notebook for 30 minutes. Bucky finally scrawled "List of things I don't deserve" at the top and wrote in a few empty bullet points.

He sighed. The only sounds in his apartment was the faint sound of Alpine walking around in the bedroom.

As Bucky's thoughts wandered randomly, he starts to think about how he felt like he was too self-aware.

He knew everything that his brain tells him he doesn't deserve is stupid. The fact of the matter was that The Winter Soldier and him were practically two different people.

But at the end of the day it was still his hands that had blood all over them.

Most of the memories that he had during his time as The Winter Soldier were spotty at best, constant brainwashing and manipulation from HYDRA had lasting effects. Even now, he couldn't remember some things from before HYDRA and he'd have days where he would randomly forget simple things, like putting a jacket on during a cold day. Yet he could never forget some of the screams he ripped from peoples throats and the fear he drove into their eyes.

Therefore, it only made sense to him to have family at the top of his list. Everything that he touched or got close too, always became a mess. He was close with Sam now, but he still gave him so much shit about things he didn't try enough to understand. Steve was practically his brother, and yet he had tried to kill him.

Bucky forced himself to erase that.

If Steve had never held it against him. Why should he? Plus, him and Sam were good now. They talked it out. They were family now.

After that he just closed the notebook and went on with his day. He was tired. His constant self-hatred drove him into the ground, and for a while he just let himself do it. It was frustrating that he couldn't have positive thoughts as his default instead of this depressing black hole of a brain eating up his existence.

At least he scribbled out the word in the end and the more Bucky had thought about it, the more scratches there were.

He came to the conclusion everyone deserved a family.

Well, they'd get one whether they wanted it or not, good or bad.

Bucky ended up thinking the whole night, barely getting any sleep. He had defended Steve in the beginning and Steve ended up defending him later on, taking his side against Tony and saving him from likely dying that day he fought with Iron Man. It didn't matter if he thought that he was unworthy or didn't deserve it, Steve was always with him, till the end of the line.

Sam had also opened up to him eventually, even if Bucky had been a bit harsh about him putting up the shield at first. It was like no matter how hard Bucky tried, he'd always find a family. Even when he had a bunch of his own problems that he needed to work on and took a little bit of it out on Sam, he still ended up invited to New Orleans with him and met his family.

In a sick way, maybe HYDRA was a family too. A really shitty one, but one nonetheless.

At that point, it seemed to him that familial love wasn't about whether he deserved it or not. It would hunt him down and get him regardless.

But romantic love? Romantic love was a whole other thing.

The next time he opened the notebook was after he had passed by the cat cafe the following week and thought about you. In fact, he had been thinking about you almost once a day since he met you. The day that he had come back, Alpine had been a bit hissy, she definitely could smell another cat on him and didn't go very close to him until he changed his clothes.

But while he sat on his bed with his open notebook to the list that was still empty, save for the faint traces of the word 'family' that could be seen through the scribbles. Alpine cuddled up to him, purring as she curled up beside him. His chest felt warm as he looked down at her, he was so glad for Alpine. She helped make his apartment feel less lifeless, he had something to look forward to whenever he came home, and something to keep him on his toes.

All the warmth faded when he looked back at his notebook and remembered how you had asked him to go to the cat cafe and he shut you down rather impolitely. He clicked open the pen and wrote down "romantic love" on the second bullet point.

The rest of the month passed, and every other bullet point that Bucky wrote down ended up crossed. Respect, happiness, and trust were all written then scratched out.

When he thought about it, he realized he did deserve it. He had small conversations with Sam and sometimes it felt like Sam was more helpful that Dr. Raynor.

Except for romantic love. That was one even Sam just couldn't convince him of.

It was just different. He couldn't tell if he didn't deserve it or if he just wasn't ready for it, but the way he had reacted to you made him feel like it was both.

The conversation he had with his therapist when she briefly mentioned his romantic life became stuck in his head until he went back for his next session. Because now he was about to have a new conversation about it, and he partly regretted writing anything in the list at all.

"Lot's of scratches on the page James. I didn't realize I had you go through art therapy." Dr. Raynor comments dryly. She sits across from him, looking through his list.

Surprisingly though, she doesn't ask about what had been scratched at all through the session. She only asks about the one that could still be seen.

"Romantic love huh?" She leans back in her chair and puts one leg over the other. "Why so specific?"

Bucky sighs. He seemed to do that a lot, especially when he was in therapy. After a few minutes he answers while looking out the window to his side, "Cause everyone's gonna get a family no matter how hard they try not too but romantic love isn't guaranteed."

"What do you mean everyone's gonna get family?" She prods.

Bucky shrugs. "I had Steve, then Sam, and I guess HYDRA in some screwed up way. Even if I stuck myself in my apartment and only went out to get myself groceries, it seems like whatever I do doesn't matter. The universe is hell bent on having someone be a part of my life like that."

"So what's the difference to you between family like Sam and Steve versus a family member who, maybe became family because you loved them and married them?"

Well fuck. She got him again.

He didn't say anything smart, cause he had nothing to say at all. Bucky grudgingly had to admit that she had a point.

"Listen. I can't control your love life, in fact it's not even a required part of my job with you to tell you to go on a date. The government just wants me to make sure you wouldn't make a human bomb out of a lover. But I think that a date would be good for you James."

The universe was just cruel to Bucky Barnes. He had a chance, a chance to go on a date with you. If only he had this session last month.

Maybe he kept thinking about you because he was a little old fashioned and back in his day he would treat anyone who asked him out nicely and at least say yes to one date.

Or maybe it was the fact that he had already memorized the way your laugh sounded and how good you smelled but let his stupid self-pity get in the way.

"James?" Dr. Raynor tries to get his attention when he doesn't look back at her, or give any indication he listened to what she said. "I'm not going to push this, but from our time together, I would say that this could be beneficial for you. You don't have to give me an answer, but I just wanted to throw the idea out there."

"Yeah. Alright." He mutters gruffly.

The entire ride back to his apartment his mind was running. Maybe a date wouldn't be so bad. But he had no idea how you would react if he went through and asked you out.

The second he took off his helmet and grabbed his keys after parking his motorcycle, it was like divine intervention, you walked out of the apartment at the same time he was walking in.

Acting on impulse, Bucky stops you. "Hey, wait." He calls after you, his voice sounding like he was surprising himself.

You look up from your phone, it was crazy how you immediately knew who it was. His voice made your heart pound, it almost sounded like he was pissed off at you. How the hell could someone sound so gruff all the time? But what he says next to you makes you choke on your own spit.

"Listen, can I take you out on a date? To that cat cafe you told me about last time I saw you."

Most time the emotional range that Bucky Barnes had was sarcastic, sassy, or serious. Right now though, he seemed almost sincere. Even if he sounded the opposite, his eyes crinkled at the edges as he looked at you nervously.

You on the other hand, were full of emotions, your nose flared and you raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Are you serious? You're asking me out? What happened too 'get a better leash for your cat'." Shaking your head, you turn away and walk away without another word, but Bucky could head your indignant mutterings as you went off.

"What an asshole"

Bucky winced at your harsh reply. It was well warranted, but then again, he wouldn't give up without least a little more effort. At the very least, he wanted to apologize to you the right way.

Sometimes being a scary bastard was helpful. The receptionist seemed to be about ready to piss his pants when Bucky went up to him to ask about what apartment you stayed at and gave him all the information he wanted without much of a fight.

That night when you had came back to your apartment, you saw a bouquet of flowers at your doorstep.

As you picked it up you saw a handwritten note.

An apology.

'I'm sorry for being an asshole the other day. The cat cafe does sound nice. My treat?'

The writing was freakishly neat, and as simple and boring as it might have been, at least it was straight to the point. There was a phone number written on the other side of it.

Honestly, you were taken aback, but in a way that made your face go all warm and get you to go straight into your apartment and put in the number. The gesture was simple, but you at this point you loved simple, and hell, you couldn't remember the last time you got flowers from someone.

You didn't text the number, but added it to your contacts.

Like holy shit, who wouldn't? He was hot as fuck and seemed mature, as far your dating standards for men went, he was already exceeding every one. Maybe your standards were just low as hell.

Cause you forgave the fact that he pretended not to recognize you when he first saw you in the elevator when you moved in a month ago, just because he had gotten you quite an expensive bouquet of flowers.

But his eyes just seemed too familiar. It was so uncanny.

Maybe he worked in the government and you wrote about him at some point. There were a lot of retired government workers who lived in this apartment.

You start to go through every single one of your old papers you wrote, trying to figure out where the hell you had seen those eyes before.

Sleep was gnawing at the edges of your eyes and as the clock kept ticking most of the worlds you were scanning over looked like gibberish. It was nearly midnight by the time you had found what you were looking for.

And when you read through the paper you had written about your neighbor, your heart dropped. Holy fuck.

authors note: nothing. idk. major crash out coming next chapter.

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hey guys! i'm definitely still working on my longer bucky x reader ff (Are you into me, like I'm into you?). I'm just gonna start spacing out how often I post chapters. I'll probably do 1-2 a week. got a lot of events going on this month and next and would like the chapters to be better written so yeah!

[howwynnderful]

funeral director!wanda hc's

a/n: this one won the poll on my last wanda hc so here it is! split between pre-wandavision wanda and post-wandavision wanda

pre-wandavision funeral director!wanda

funeral director!wanda who has faced grief throughout her life and always is able to connect with the families she works with. she wouldn't have a lot to say, but what she did say, would stay with the families and grieving forever.

funeral director!wanda who always notices the little thing and creates the most perfect funeral. she honors all traditions and cultural practices, making sure to read into them thoroughly if requested.

funeral director!wanda who wouldn't need her powers to calm down the grieving most times, but on the occasions where her words aren't soothing enough, she'd use a light touch of her powers to blanket them with a little bit of solace to get through the funeral.

funeral director!wanda who, when working with families who have lost a child is especially attentive to everything. she would only work on their funeral and no others, to give them the care they deserved. if the family had other children, she would use her powers to create small illusions like small animals to calm the children or make them feel comforted.

funeral director!wanda who will offer her powers to people who are struggling deeply. she'll create a temporary illusion just enough for them to say goodbye to their loved ones, and other short spells to help them get their final closure.

funeral director!wanda who can feel every persons grief and uses her powers to make the room feel warmer, or colder, more full, or empty, just however they need, in order for them to feel at least a little more comforted.

funeral director!wanda who will never rush a person out of the funeral home, giving them as much time as they need, often times only having one funeral a day so that loved ones can grieve as much as they need.

funeral director!wanda who learns about the people who have no family or loved ones left to visit them. she reads of them, learns about them, and gives them a eulogy. she will never allow someone to pass alone.

funeral director!wanda who closes the building on the anniversary of pietro and always lights a candle and sits quietly for as long as she wishes to just think about him.

funeral director!wanda who will never touch another person first, not because she doesn't care, but because she can feel all their feelings through their skin. if they hug her she will not pull away though, pushing aside her discomfort to comfort them. however, she will never hesitate to hug a crying child and quietly try to help them the best she can.

post-wandavision funeral director!wanda

funeral director!wanda who almost accidentally resurrects the passed away individual after feeling so much sorrow for the grieving.

funeral director!wanda who has to take some time away from the job because of volatile her emotions have been getting on the job. she can't help how she starts to cry quietly in the back and how arranging every funeral makes her powers blow out every candle or break the lights.

funeral director!wanda who can't let go of the job because it's all she has left and now her services are known for giving people the chance to see their loved ones again, but now they can't ever let go.

funeral director!wanda whose grief causes her powers start seeping into the building and surrounding land. the memories of those buried in the back of the building start to be heard. laughs, cries, the sounds of what killed them, eventually causing people to think the whole place is haunted and slowly stop from going there.

funeral director!wanda who starts to lose her touch because of how much grief eats her alive. her hold on her own powers slip, and some days she can't practice her magic at all and others it threatens to take over her. she starts to hear the sound of death, to her it's a a very specific, awful sounding note, which never quiets, even when she leaves her place of work.

funeral director!wanda who feels a child who lost their parents grief so deeply that she by mistake pulls an illusion of their parents in front of them and realizes her mistake and puts it out again almost immediately, but after that the child writes letters to her, believing that she can bring their parents back, and begs for her to do so. she keeps every single letter, to try and keep herself in line.

funeral director!wanda who tries to let go. she stops working for a few months, but at home she feels even worse, she convinces herself that she can handle it, and the few months off have helped her when she knows deep down inside they haven't.

funeral director!wanda who mistakenly feeds into the idea that those who are reeling from loss don't have to let go after she decides to allow more people to see illusions of their loved ones saying goodbye. soon families stop burying loved ones, convinced that wanda can actually bring them back to life but refuses out of selfishness.

funeral director!wanda who cries behind closed doors every time another family accuses of her of gatekeeping her powers. little do they know that she would have brought the love of her life back if she had the ability to do so.

funeral director!wanda who finally shuts the doors when she starts to see Pietro, Vision, and her children around. She couldn't tell what was real and what was fake, it was like she was in a different dimension all together.

funeral director!wanda who realized she needed to stop going down the road she was at right now when she accidentally ruins the vision of a young boys mother who had passed away and make her look like a zombie with peeling flesh instead of the kind woman he remembered.

funeral director!wanda who lives secluded for the rest of her days, not ever forgiving herself for ruining the little boys mother in his eyes.

[howwynnderful]

yet i would be a whore and sleep with all of them.

except john. i haven't seen the movie yet but we seem to not like john. so i won't be sleeping with john.

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I wonder if Tony would still be more empathetic by then. I mean, it's Tony, he's not great with feelings. But I feel like he'd say something, even if it's not stereotypically kind. Like,

"Been there done that kid. Now I'm living everyones dream."

As if it's supposed to be a bit of motivation but then it makes Peter want to double down and cry because Tony was Peter's dream, and Tony calling Peter kid without any meaning behind the word would just be even more of a stab in heart.

peter post nwh working retail when tony walks in.

Peter controlling his reaction, trying not to be the start struck fan tony was always so dismissive of. But he can’t help the tears that well up.

and tony notices. and goes “what’s wrong, kid, they not pay you enough here or somethin?” trying for a quip.

and all peter can get out is “My dad died today”

and it wasn’t today. but it feels like it was. and tony’s face drops, and he gets out of there quick, and peter knows he just lost what might be his only shot to get a picture together with the guy who he saw as a paternal figure.

and he has to carry on with his shift.

[howwynnderful]

WAIT YES he so is. i love this sm

I haven't even watched Thunderbolts yet but I keep hearing about how Bucky is like a babysitter or the one who's like matching trauma with others and I love it so much.

I was literally thinking the other day about how he needs to be a Steve for someone. Like he needs to help someone adjust, or like get their shit together a little bit, protect them, be there for them, and all of that. I'm genuinely so happy Thunderbolts seems to do that (as far as I've heard maybe I'm totally wrong guys I don't know).

UGHHH I just love found family it's so sweet I'm glad they've found each other.

[howwynnderful]

this is the best thing i have seen.

Mid-spicy scene. Very spicy. Very serious. Until—

Y/N (panting):“Oh my god—this is better than garlic bread.”

Bucky (pausing):…Garlic bread?

Y/N:“Like, really good garlic bread. With the crispy edges and—”

Bucky:“Stop talking about carbs while I’m inside you.”

Y/N:“I’m just saying, you’re the main course.”

Bucky:“…I hate how much I like that.”

[howwynnderful]

I haven't even watched Thunderbolts yet but I keep hearing about how Bucky is like a babysitter or the one who's like matching trauma with others and I love it so much.

I was literally thinking the other day about how he needs to be a Steve for someone. Like he needs to help someone adjust, or like get their shit together a little bit, protect them, be there for them, and all of that. I'm genuinely so happy Thunderbolts seems to do that (as far as I've heard maybe I'm totally wrong guys I don't know).

UGHHH I just love found family it's so sweet I'm glad they've found each other.