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who the FUCK gave the heartstopper team permission to use black friday. NOT ME.

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#why ARE they like this

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#why ARE they like this

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The way some of you will jump at the chance to try and hate on Sam is...... Troubling

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them in civil war

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I'm miserable

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“THAT LITTLE GIRL KICK YO ASS HUH”

“AAAAAGHHHH”

-sam wilson & bucky barnes

2021

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🥹💗

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Bucky: I don’t have the energy for this

Sam: for what?

Bucky: *gestures vaguely*

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I’m very much still at the restaurant.

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my beautiful princess with a disorder

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I love him I love him I love him

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Just found you from the tiktok comment section about Bucky having ptsd from masking for Covid 🫣

who knew that comment section would bring so many new friends

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MEDITATION [BUCKY BARNES X READER]

today's imagine is sponsored by comic bucky being everything

PAIRING: bucky barnes x reader

WARNINGS: none

A/N: PETITION FOR MARVEL TO GIVE US ALPINE

THE SUN LOWERED IN THE NEW YORK SKY, sending waves of orange and pink hues through the knitted clouds. You trudged beneath it as the honk behind you confirmed your car's locking. Muscules worn out from a long work day, you began the mighty journey up the stairs that led up to your apartment. Eyes heavy, threatening to glue themselves shut before you even made it to your bed you moved to pull your keys from your pocket. Once more gravity was in anything but your favor as they clattered against the concrete, earning a groan from you as you bent over to pick them up. The sound of your back rivaled the Rice Krispies slogan as you stood back up, finally unlocking the door and pushing inside. The dim room smelled of your (favorite) candle, the flicker reflecting the silver arm of your boyfriend sitting on the floor. Barefoot and crisscrossed on his baby blue mat, hands delicately positioned on his knees. You leaned against the doorframe with a small smile, watching his chest rise and fall in a calm and controlled manner. Every breath was intentional as the soldier straightened his shoulders, Alpine mewling and beginning to lap at his metal fingers. You bit your bottom lip, carefully slipping off your shoes and tiptoeing to slowly lower your weight behind him with not so much a creak in the floorboards.

"You don't have to tiptoe, I knew you were here before you even walked in." He rumbled, voice soft and deep with a certain sweetness that made you weak at the knees.

"I was trying to not disturb you." You huffed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his sculpted abdomen and nuzzled into the middle of his back. "What are you doing?"

"Meditation. Recommended for those wishing to improve memory capacity and also those suffering from chronic insomnia. Lucky for me I double-dipped." Bucky hummed, letting out another breath as you felt the muscles shift beneath his skin as he relaxed further into your touch. You smiled at the action, peppering little kisses on the skin his tank top left exposed. Your fingertips traced his defined stomach through his shirt. "Has it worked yet?"

"I dunno, my shrink said it would." He tilted his head a bit, "Although I really do believe that woman is a sadist."

"Last I checked you had a thing for those." You teased softly, placing a kiss behind his ear before snuggling further into him and inhaling his musky scent.

"Only the ones that think their super-soldier boyfriend can't hear their hello kitty socks scuffling across the floor." He teased softly, both eyes now completely open as he reached down to place his hand on top of the one that was on his stomach. He intertwined your fingers, giving your hand a squeeze. "How was work, doll?"

"I'm too pretty to work. I should be laying on an expensive couch while my gorgeous boyfriend feeds me grapes." You huffed, running your thumb over the back of his hand. "How was your day?"

"It was fine." He chuckled softly, moving to reach around and gently prompting you with a tug of your hand to climb into his lap. You swung your leg over and sat, wrapping both arms around him. You rested your chin on his chest, sticking out your bottom lip into a pout. "Capitalism has traumatized me and I need a kiss."

Bucky snorted a bit, leaning in to press soft lips to yours as cold metal pressed into the small of your back. "I'm sorry buttercup, maybe you should join me tomorrow?"

"Finally, an invitation." You teased softly as you pressed another kiss to his lips.

"Well, the whole point is to focus and not stare at the gorgeous girl beside me who has found a way to even breathe pretty." He poked your nose, eyes creasing with the gentle smile you adored. You reached up and ran your finger along his bottom lip, the corner of your mouth twisting up into a smile as you took in his features. His dark hair framed tanned features, steel blue eyes filled with admiration. Although you did note the discoloration beneath his eyes, the footprints his night terrors left behind. You reached up and pushed his soft curtain of hair behind his ears, letting your thumbs move to trace his jaw. "I decided I need a nap."

"It's eight o'clock baby, I think that's just called going to bed early." He teased softly, dropping a kiss above your eyebrow.

"Well, I'm exhausted." You wrapped both your arms and legs tightly around him, squeezing your thighs around him a bit. "Mush soldier, take me to bed."

He chuckled, leaning down to blow out the candle before he scooped you up into his arms and carried you towards the bedroom where he gently sat you on the bed. Skilled fingers moving to pull off your shirt and pants before he turned to grab one of his shirts, not even bothering to ask if you wanted him to grab your pajamas because he knew you'd just snatch up whatever shirt he discarded when he climbed into bed for the night. You moved to pull it over your head with a happy hum, climbing up the bed and under the covers. Bucky moved to fix them around you and slowly began to stand when you snatched his metal wrist, keeping a tight grip as you glared up at him. "I know you are not about to leave me to sleep alone. The audacity."

Bucky reached up to scratch the back of his neck, giving a gentle shrug. "I should clean up out there, and then there's dishes and then uh.. that one thing you needed me to do.." He listed off, avoiding your gaze a bit as you tugged the arm closer to you. "James." You said firmly, giving him a look that communicated you both knew that all he wanted was to climb into bed with you, but anxious thoughts lead him to other ideas. Bucky sighed, moving to pull back the covers as he moved to scoot beside you. "I don't know when you forgot, but my name is baby." He mumbled as you felt the comforting duality of a warm and cold arm snaking around your waist.

"I think it's right up there with you forgetting that you don't have to act like we both know why you don't want to go to bed." You hummed, snuggling into his chest as you felt his nose press into your hair and his gentle breath on your scalp.

"I guess we'll see if this meditation business is all it's cracked up to be." He mumbled, and you could feel by the way his breaths grew slower and his words became less clear that even the strongest of super-soldiers were still human, and even they couldn't outrun pure exhaustion. You smiled gently as his eyes began to flutter closed as you ran your finger along his spine. As the setting sun now dissipated into a clear black blanket with flecks of sparkling stars spread within it, you felt Bucky's usually tense form begin to unwind and unravel beneath your touch as gentle snores filled your ear. As creepy as it sounded, you enjoyed watching him sleep. The furrowed brows and darting gaze that spent every moment waiting for something to jump at him from the shadows were relaxed and at rest, along with the troubling and anxiety-ridden thoughts that raced behind those steely blue eyes. beneath Moonlight shimmering through the window panes and illuminating the soldier's metal arm helped coax you into a state of peace that resulted in you drifting off, cocooned in the soft blankets and natural warmth from the man beside you.

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This blog is pro tits and anti Nazi

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Masks

Inspired by https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT29oGYcS/

art and comment section

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: What happens when Bucky tries to acclimate to society that requires masks for covid

Warnings: Panic attacks, abstract mentions of violence, sad bucky, ptsd, idk it's sad man

It really shouldn't have been that serious.

Two strings that were meant to fit around his ears stretched across his fingers, nothing but paper in between. It was designed to be light and breathable.

It was simple, it was easy, and everyone else was able to do it.

So why couldn't he?

Well, he knew why, but the truth didn't bring him any comfort. It made him feel ridiculous.

There were so many sacrificing much more for the sake of keeping people safe from the rampent spread, and he couldn't even bring himself to wear the mask to go out with you.

The soldier stared at the mirror before him, attempting to calm himself with a deep inhale. He'd excused himself to the bathroom nut in reality, he was trying to sike himself up to put it on. The face staring back at him was still him, with his overgrown stubble and short stuffs of hair you would probably attempt to fix before walking outside. However, every movement to bring his mask up increased the stony dread in the pit of his stomach.

If he hadn't felt ridiculous before, he certainly did when he brought it up over his ears. The man in the mirror wasn't him anymore. Well , it was, but not the him he ever wanted to see again.

The same steely blues were staring back at him, but they were framed by smears of black and completely devoid of any sort of life. Long curtains of hair matted with blood framed his face, and he felt it before he saw it. The heavy weight of the thick black mask pressed against his nose and mouth. His own hot breath blew back at him, nostrils filled with the smell of the synthetic material as it overwhelmed his senses. Air suddenly became limited, and there was no oxygen in his lungs as he could hear the shrilling screams and caught a glimpse of crimson splatters all over his hands and-

He was only momentarily pulled from his panic by the loud cracking sound. He blinked rapidly, and instead of blood stained hands, he was holding a chunk of your marble counter. Somewhere in it all, he'd gripped it so tightly it broke off in his metal hand, but it didn't matter as he let it roll off his palm and onto the ground beneath him. He stumbled back, tearing the mask from his face and throwing it limply towards the mirror. There was a brief thump and a burning friction of him sliding down the wall as the screams were replaced by the sound of blood pumping in his ears. His rapid heartbeat rattled his skull, and his chest shuttered with depleted lung capacity. No matter how quickly he tried to breathe, there was no air, and his palms pressed up against his eyes, discovering tears he hadn't even noticed were falling.

The next time he looked up, he found you crouched down in front of him, and he jumped so violently the wall was in danger of having the same fate as the sink.

"Hey. I'm sorry, I knocked, but you didn't answer, and I heard the crash." You said softly, looking so concerned for him. Like he wasn't the monster he'd seen in the mirror. Like he was worth being concerned about.

You were still talking, but the words fizzled into distortion.

It was still inside him. His skin was merely a cage for the violent beast within, seconds from rearing its ugly head and ripping through the gentlest parts of him.

"Sweetheart?"

A soft and light touch on his knee grabbed his attention. "It's okay. Everything's okay."

Bucky blinked, quickly wiping sloppily at his cheeks with his palms. His words clumped together in his throat and threatened to choke him, and all he could manage was "I'm sorry about your sink."

"Eh, it was ugly. I've been looking for a reason to replace it." You shrugged, carefully maneuvering over shards of broken marble to sit on the floor beside him. "Can I touch you?"

He must have mustered up a nod because suddenly he felt the warmth of a hand on his cheek. He leaned into it, placing his own hand over it, and leaned so far over he was tipping until his head found its way into your lap. Your fingers were soon smoothing his hair before moving to scratch his scalp.

"You're home, and you're safe." You whispered softly, twirling a soft lock.

He let out a deep breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. He hid his face in your thigh, letting reality saturate his senses again. Attempting to ground himself as his therapist had instructed, he tried to focus on what he felt. He felt the cold tile where his shirt had ridden up, smelled a blend of your detergent and perfume. However, when he opened his eyes, he was met with the ripped mask on the floor. He'd wanted to wear it for those around him, but also to prove to himself that he could.

"This is so stupid. I don't understand." He whispered against the denim of your jeans, the red hot shame that came after these attacks following like a chaser. He pushed further into your thigh and wanted nothing more than for the tile to split open and swallow him whole.

Your fingers continued to move through his hair. "You went through something horrible. Your brain is just trying to come to terms with it and process it all. It doesn't fully understand that you're safe now."

He hugged your leg a bit. "I'm sorry. You could go out without me."

"We can still go out. I think I'd rather go to the park instead."

He appreciated how you didn't mention that the park didn't require a mask. He nodded once more, knowing that he needed to pull himself off the floor and put himself back together, but for now, he just let himself feel the safety of you.