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Gay🌈Irl

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Reblog to send every single person who has read one of your stories a forehead kiss

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Hey this is important!

Hating on m/f ships does not make you “progressive”.

Hating on people who ship boys and girls just because it’s not gay does not make you “better”.

If, let’s say, a boy character who showed interest in both boys and girls, ends up with a girl, it’s not called “hetero bullshit”.

If, let’s say, a trans woman character ends up with a guy, nobody has the right to say “this character does not belong in the community because she’s straight”.

Bi, pan, ace and trans people exist in the lgbt community.

The lgbt community is not a club for gay people only.

It’s possible to be gay and still be biphobic, panphobic, acephobic and transphobic.

This is appearently considered controversial by some people so please reblog if you agree!

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The Goodbye Kiss

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: unknown (I wrote this on my phone)

Warnings: Angst, light make out session

A/N: Hello lovelies!!! It's been a while!!! Please enjoy this little drabble I wrote and rewrote over the span of three days 😂 I'm desperately trying to get back into writing and thought this would be a good way to do it!!! I'm also creating a new taglist, so if you would like to be added to that, please reply to this post!!! I hope you all enjoy and thank you so much for all the lovely support 🤗💖

"Why are you doing this?" he spoke, finally.

You looked at him, fresh tears falling slowly out of your eyes. "You know why, Steve."

The pained expression on his face as his head fell told you what you needed to know. There was no arguing. This was it.

"I-I don't want you to leave, please, can we at least talk about this?" he tried to plead, lifting his head up, but you cut him off with a raised hand.

"There's nothing to talk about. I know you've made your decision," you walked back over to him, taking his hands in yours as you knelt down in front of him. "We've had a good run though, haven't we?" you smiled sadly.

"I don't want it to be over, but..." Steve trailed off, not even being able to finish his sentence.

"I know, darling," you squeezed his hands, feeling their touch one last time. "She's your one, Steve. The one you're meant to spend the rest of your life with. They're difficult to find, so you have to cherish every moment, do you hear me?"

Steve nodded in response. 5 years ago, you had everything. Then Thanos got in the way, and the recent events of the disappeared appearing once again bought everything back into perspective. You weren't Steve's one, and he wasn't yours. The time had come when he were to travel back into the past, find Peggy, and have his happily ever after.

You stood up, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. This was it. You turned, but before you could leave the room, Steve had stood up and grabbed you by the waist, smashing his lips onto yours. You tensed up, not knowing how to respond.

Fuck it.

This was the goodbye kiss after all.

You took his face in your hands, matching his passion and sighing softly when his tongue slipped into your mouth.

You were going to miss this.

The way your mouths worked in sync with other, the way his body flushed against yours, the way his hands gently squeezed your waist, trying to gage a reaction from you.

You couldn't believe he was going.

When his hands started to wander up your shirt, you knew it was time. Time to step away, time to let him get his girl.

Smiling sadly, you stepped back. No more tears, you had done enough crying. Steve went to follow you, but bought his hands back to his body. He knew too.

You took hold of your suitcase, and walked towards the door. Neither of you wanted to say it. "I love you, Steve."

"I love you too, Y/N."

You took one final look at the place you called home, before you stepped out one last time. Now it was time for you to move on, to find your forever home, wherever that may be.

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September is suicide prevention month. Reblog if your blog always supports anyone with a mental illness.

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hi, sorry to interrupt your scrolling, but I just wanted to remind you that you are beautiful and loved. thanks! carry on

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Hello hello! I'm a very clumsy person, i'm always falling when i walk or run, i keep cutting my fingers and hands when cooking or doing some DIYs or handcraft stuff, also hit my life a lot against the walls, doors and closet. I'm also a dancer (suprisingly, is the only moment i do not have an accident) Do you think you could write some Bucky x reader with that? Just if you feel comfortable with that.

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Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,273

Summary: Bucky and the boys are playing video games and you decide to make them some treats...but in the process your clumsiness gets the better of you.

Author's Note: Thank you for this lovely request darling! @dance-dreamer I too am a clumsy person. I get hurt regularly! I hope you enjoy this! It was fun to write and I wish we had a Bucky to kiss it all better! Have a lovely night! HUGS! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: Soft and sweet fluffs, clumsy!reader

Gif not mine: Credit goes to @captaincentenarian thank you so much :)

You peek around the wall, noting Bucky and Peter on the couch, both concentrating hard on the video game on the TV. Steve and Sam are seated on either side of them, yelling every so often while they point at the TV and bounce in the chairs.

With a giggle you pad into the room and walk behind the couch, sliding up behind Bucky and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Hi baby doll,” he says, never taking his eyes from the TV.

You kiss his scruffy cheek and nuzzle his neck, flinching when Peter screeches about a sniper on the roof. Peter drops the controller and stands with his hands in the air, smiling victoriously.

“I win again Barnes!” Peter cheers.

Bucky sits back with a plop and takes one of your hands that rests along his chest, kissing your knuckles.

“What’s shakin’ doll?” he whispers, turning his head to kiss your lips.

“Nothing much. I’m going to make you guys some snacks,” you answer with a sweet smile.

“Thank you baby doll. And I’m gonna kick this kid’s ass,” Bucky laughs, leaning forward again but not before cradling your cheek and kissing it.

Peter scoffs but sits back down, nodding when Steve and Sam say they want the next game.

You skip toward the kitchen, intent on making the boys both cookies and brownies. As you round the kitchen counter your enthusiasm causes you to bang your hip into the hard granite corner. You wince at the pain but try to muffle the sound.

Bucky immediately looks over. “What happened doll face? Are you ok?”

With a watery eyed nod, you rub your hip and hold his gaze. He blows you a soft kiss then looks back at the game. Letting out a huff of frustration at your clumsiness you start gathering the supplies to bake. You grab the stepstool and place it under the cabinet, opening it up and yelping when you finger gets caught between the bars.

Before you can even turn around Bucky is at your side and pulling you into his chest.

“Aw no baby girl. Pinched your finger?” he asks quietly.

You bury you face in his chest and grab hold of his Henley.

“Yea,” you mumble. “And my hip is sore.”

He gently pulls you away and looks you over.

“Lemme see,” he coos.

Lifting your shirt, he carefully smooths his fingers over your hip, noting the red bruise already forming. He leans down and kisses it softly before inspecting your finger and kissing that too.

“Better?” he asks.

“Yes, thank you Buck and I’m sorry I keep interrupting your game!” you sniffle.

“Nah, it’s nothing. Sam and Steve wanted a turn anyway,” he assures you. “Need any help?”

“No thanks, you go play, I’ll have these ready in no time,” you tell him, shooing him off with a playful squeeze to his butt.

Once the brownies are in the oven you start on the cookie batter, whipping it up quickly and just in time for the brownies to ding in the oven.

“Wow! It smells so good in here,” Peter chimes, giving you a smile. “I can’t wait to eat those!”

You giggle and give him a thumbs up before opening the oven. The brownies cool while the cookies bake and the boys continuously eye the pan on the counter.

“They are almost ready I promise,” you tell them. “Bucky likes them when they are still gooey so I’ve got the timing down just right.”

Sam, Steve and Peter all laugh and eye Bucky with a knowing smirk.

“You’re all just jealous,” Bucky says smugly.

No one can deny that and Bucky throws you a wink.

You cut up the brownies and bring the tray over, placing it down on the coffee table. Before the boys can reach over you grab a corner piece and dash over to the couch and plop yourself in Bucky’s lap. He grins, snaking his arms around your waist and joining them again with the controller.

As he plays his game you feed him pieces of the brownie, each of his moans making you giggle.

“SO GOOD baby girl. SOOOO GOOD!” he mumbles through a mouthful.

The rest of them agree wholeheartedly, unable to do more than make yum noises through their stuffed mouths. You grab another brownie and nestle yourself against Bucky’s chest, giggling every time he moves or jerks around while playing the game.

The timer dings, alerting you to the finished cookies and you untangle yourself from Bucky’s arms, slipping off his lap. In an attempt to not block their view of the TV you scramble along the floor and stay low, but when you lift your head, thinking you’re in the clear, you knock it into the small corner table.

“OW!” you shout, thumping back on your heels and pouting.

“Shit, doll. I heard that,” Bucky tsks, now sitting beside you.

He rests your head on his shoulder and rubs the bump that’s already forming.

“You’re worse than me,” Peter says sadly. “Are you ok?”

You nod and close your eyes, leaning into Bucky’s touch. The sudden realization that the cookies are still in the oven comes over you and you leap off the floor and run to the kitchen. When you open the oven you’re hit with a blast of hot air but thankfully the cookies are ok.

After they cool you bring them over on a plate, laughing when four hands shoot out to grab one. Peter eats his one bite and you gape at him.

“Did you even taste it?” you ask.

“Sure did! Delicious!” Peter’s words come out all muffled as he sprays crumbs on the floor.

Bucky pats his thigh and you slide between his legs, sitting in his lap again.

“Thank you for making all this baby girl,” he whispers into your neck.

“THANK YOU,” Sam, Steve and Peter all yell at the same time.

“You’re welcome guys!” you laugh.

You sit with Bucky while he finishes his game then he carries you and the leftover treats back to your room. He puts you down on the couch and kneels at your feet.

“Let me see your finger,” he says softly.

You hold it out for him. He frowns when he sees the spot where you pinched it on the stool then kisses it with warm lips.

“What about that hip?” he asks as his hands smooth up your legs and lift your shirt.

A black and blue has already formed and he brushes his thumb over the spot, doing the same with his lips before he moves higher and checks your head. The spot is tender and when his lips meet your skin you wince.

“Aw doll. I hate when you get hurt,” he says, rubbing it gently.

You drop to the floor and curl into his lap, cuddling against him.

“I’m the clumsiest person ever!” you whine.

He stands and takes you with him, sitting on the couch and pulling you closer.

“I’m going to have to tell Tony to make you a bubble!” he teases lightly, kissing you all over your cheek. “This way when you hit things or bump into something you just go BOING!”

You laugh into his shirt. “I like this idea! But I want you to have one too so we can run into each other and bounce off.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “That does sound fun. Maybe we can roll down a hill too!”

Your laughter continues as Bucky holds you close and you two imagine all the fun you could have in your very own little bubble.

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A Silent Voice: Chapter 11

Notes: I mean no disrespect by writing or posting this, and in no way do I take the themes and topics discussed in this series lightly. So if you’re triggered by any of this, I suggest not reading it.

N/N = Nickname

I’d also like to apologize if this chapter is in any sloppy.

Message me or leave an ask if you want to be tagged!

Anon: To the anon who gave a recommendation for this story (reader’s boyfriend and his friends looking for her), this is for you! There’s more to come in future chapters so be prepared!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader (slow burn)

Characters: Mention of toxic boyfriend and his friends, Melonie and her girlfriend, + anyone else I failed to mention

Chapter Description: You run into a familiar face after running from Ben.

Warnings: Angst(?), anxiety, spelling/grammatical errors, poorly written chapter 🤷🏻‍♂️, stressed reader, whatever else I failed to mention

Word Count: TBD

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It feels as though you’ve been walking for hours. Your legs feel heavy, your feet tender, but you don’t stop. You can’t stop. There’s a part of you whispering that Ben is on your tail, searching the streets with his friends so he can drag you back to the apartment and have his way with you. You resist the urge to throw up.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you try to think of something, find anything, that could distract you from your thoughts. You looked around, hoping something would catch your eye, but nothing did. You couldn’t focus on anything, despite your best efforts.

“Damn it,” you mutter, your fingers digging painfully into your sides. The pain didn’t process right away, taking you nearly a minute to react. Lowering your arms, your hands chose to curl into fists, your nails digging into your palms, before relaxing.

You don’t know where to go. You don’t know what to do. Should you keep walking? Should you find a spot to rest? You can’t go back to the apartment, if Ben is still there, there’s no telling what he’d do. But you can’t just stay out all night, there’s no telling what will happen if you don’t find a safe place to lay low.

Well this is just great, you think sarcastically. You just fucked yourself over big time.

Tears are starting to burn in the backs of your eyes. Your heart is pounding painfully against your ribs and your breathing is starting to shallow. You decide in that moment to stop walking, to try and calm yourself down before you have a meltdown in public.

You always tried your hardest to keep yourself composed in front of other people, people who aren’t aware of your true relationship with Ben. That composure has all but crumbled, considering how horrible today went.

Your heart clenched. God, you’d made a fool out of yourself at work. How could you ever go back?

“Y/N?” You flinched at the sound of your name, but the feminine tone in the voice assured you it wasn’t Ben. It still didn’t stop the panic from settling deep within you, spreading through you like a weed. You looked around, your gaze stopping on Melonie, who was approaching you with another woman in tow. There were concerned looks on their faces, and all you wanted at that moment was for the earth to open and swallow you whole.

“Wh– What are you doing here?” you sputtered, trying (and failing) to keep your voice steady.

Melonie opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You see the wheels turning in her head, she’s trying to find the right words to say.

“She was worried about you,” the other woman says, giving Melonie a gentle rub on the small of her back. “We stayed in the area just to make sure everything was okay.”

Melonie have you a sheepish look, and you felt your blood run cold. You look at your coworker, hoping above all hope that it’s not true.

“It’s… true,” Melonie sighs. “I’m sorry, but I just got this weird… feeling, and I…”

You walk over to Melonie and wrap your arms around her, stopping her rambling. The tears were flooding my eyes, and I couldn’t stop myself from trembling.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

There was a long pause before your coworker hugged you back, her embrace gentle.

Who knew you’d miss a gentle touch that bad?

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Turns out the other woman with Melonie is her girlfriend, Emmy. You like her, she’s sweet and confident, not afraid to step in when necessary. She’s funny too, and it kind of distracts you from the mess you’re currently in. But not enough unfortunately.

Emmy and Melonie agreed, without even saying a word, that you’d be staying with them for the time being. You tried to argue, but what other option do you have? So after what felt like a lifetime trying to argue with them, you caved and agreed to go with them.

Melonie was ecstatic and Emmy gave you a warm smile.

You just crossed your arms over your chest, your shoulders hunching as you tried making yourself smaller. Your anxieties and worries started filling your head, questioning the motives of your coworker and her girlfriend. Do they expect you to pay them back? Are you making a mistake by going with them? What if they’re not as nice as they’re letting on? Then what? Where will you go?

You let out a trembling breath. You’ll have to make the best of what you’ve been given. You may not like this now, but once you’re on your feet, you’ll be able to leave as soon as possible.

That’s a start right?

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Unwarranted Weaknesses

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Ever since you’d been attacked, things hadn’t felt right. Work was harder, you weren’t sleeping, and the smallest things set you off. No one could convince you to get help. That didn’t mean Bucky was going to stop trying.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Angst, PTSD, References to injuries

a/n: This is a part two for ‘The Shot Heard Round the Tower’!! You can read part one here, or just enjoy this part :)

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If you thought hard enough, you could remember what it was like before. Before—when Tony’s abrupt entrances into your office didn’t leave you so startled you could barely breathe. When you didn’t need to leave the tower early every night because you were too afraid to walk home in the dark. Back to the times when Bucky didn’t need to have a constant, reassuring hand on your back whenever you walked past the glass doors of the kitchen. 

You didn’t talk about what happened. You didn’t talk much at all anymore, if you were being honest. Your sleepless nights paired with the extreme hours you worked to keep your mind busy left you too exhausted to keep a conversation. 

Bucky didn’t mind. He knew what it was like for your mind to be too loud for words. He was just glad that you chose to share your time with him, even if it was silent. Your relationship was new, but it was sturdy.

You thought you were being discreet. You came into work early, made pleasant conversation with the team, got everything done, and then went home—most of the time with Bucky. You didn’t think anyone noticed the way your eyes would sometimes glaze over when you read graphic damage reports, or that you wouldn’t leave your office without Bucky’s comforting escort. 

They noticed, and they knew it was getting bad. 

For Steve, it was when you stopped coming to movie nights. They used to be a weekly event you hosted in order to get Steve and Bucky up to date on pop culture. A few days after the attack, you tried to get things back to normal and gathered the team together to watch some action movie franchise from the 2000s. 

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