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A    ghost    story.

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Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs // (click to enlarge, insp)

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Ode to a girl and her feather pen.

Pairing: Bucky x reader Warnings: smidge of angst. Happy ending tho. Once again folks, I’m on mobile so sorry for formatting! ································································ Buck had a favorite Waitress. After awaking to chaos in Wakanda, T'Challa suggested a vacation. With Steve firmly agreeing, he and the rest of the team settled on Paris in hopes to smooth bumpy relationships, and every morning, the team went to eat at a café called Strawberry sunrise, and every morning Bucky was served by a young American girl, with bright, fire engine red hair. It was clearly dyed, but it suited her. She was always quiet, and the super soldiers where often repeating what she said so others could hear her. She had a black feathered pen stuck behind her ear and a notepad settled in the middle pocket of her yellow and blue apron. “Lover boy.” Natasha said, waving her hand in his face. He blinked, turning away from your place behind the counter, and looked to see the whole team smirking at him. “What?” He deadpanned, face beginning to heat up. “Your feelings for the young lady are obvious.” Vision said, despite Wandas elbow to the side. “You gonna make a move Barnes? Or do I get to?” Tony asked, waggling his eyebrows. Tony and Bucky still had a fairly strained relationship, but Tony was developing a soft spot for the 100 year old ex assassin. Bucky snorted and shook his head, a strand falling loose from his bun. “Whatever, I do not.” He glared at his cream cheese scone. “Is everything alright over here?” The young waitress has returned upon seeing Buckys blatant distaste suddenly towards the scone. “Is…Is the scone not good? We just made a fresh batch, maybe they’ll be better? Or we have muffins, or breakfast corssiants. Really I can get you something else.” She said hastily, clearly growing flustered at all the attention. “No, no, this is fine. Really. Just joking with the table.” Bucky smiled at her, his dimple making an appearance. She blushed and ducked her head, walking away. “Smooth, ‘40’s man.”

Sam snickered. Bucky looked down once more, grumbling. "Are you serious?! What is this, amateur hour?! I need to speak to your manager, NOW." Bucky heard a shrill voice screech, causing the restaurant to fall silent. He turned to see his waitress with red wine staining her white shirt and her blue and yellow apron. She was frozen, a deer caught in headlights, her eyes wide and watery and she nodded, disappearing for a minute and returning with a young man. The young man went over to the customer and began apologizing as his waitress began to kneel and pick up the broke wine glass, sniffling. He saw her breath catch when she looked up to see the customer snap her feathered pen and storm out of the restaurant. "What a bit-" "Are you okay?" Bucky cut Clint off, making his way over to his waitress. "Sir, please, I'm sorry for the scene but you are not obligated to help her." The young man said, motioning carelessly to his waitress. "I'd like to though. Please leave me be." Bucky replied curtly. He kneeled beside her, noticing her shaking hands as she fumbled to pick up the glass. "Doll? Are you alright?" He asked, his hand hovering over her shoulder. Her eyes flew to the snapped pen. "Yes. Thank you. I'm so sorry for causing a scene, I didn't see her purse on the floor and just tripped and fell on the glass and-" she cut off, closing her eyes. When she opened them, she quickly picked up the rest of the glass and her pen, disappearing behind a set of swinging doors. Bucky didn't see her again the next day, or the day after that. On the last day he went to the restaurant for breakfast, lunch, and dinner but to no avail. Finally, he asked another waitress. "Oh, you mean Y/N? She went home sir." The young waitress chirped. "Home?" Bucky asked. "Yes sir, back to America. She was offered an internship there for psychiatry for something big apparently." Bucks heart sank. He lost his chance. When he returned to the hotel, the team noticed his sullen mood. "What wrong Buck?" Steve asked, a hand on Buckys shoulder. "She went back home, back to America. I lost my chance." He muttered. The team fell quiet. "In happier news, Dr. Naldov found his new assistant." Tony perked, and the team quickly switches subjects, leaving Bucky to sulk. ································································ It was Buckys least favorite time of the week, his therapy appointment. He hated them. His memories should be his own, not some wackjobs who thinks Bucky can be fixed. "Bucky, right on time." Dr. Naldov said, sinking into his desk chair. Bucky looked around dully, hating the drab office. It was painted in grey and try and tan tones, ones Bucky hated. "Bucky do you mind if my new assistant comes and watches you? They are very well behaved I assure you." Dr. Naldov chuckled. "Sure doc, whatever." Bucky muttered, staring defiantly at the floor. "Miss Y/L/N? You can come in now." The doctor said. Bucky listened to the girl come around and sit in the chair across from Bucky. "James is it? It's very nice to meet you, I'm Y/F/N." He froze at your voice, hope flaring in his chest as he looked up. There you sat, your 1000 watt smile making him blink as he looked you over. It was you, it really was, and he couldn't help the smile that crept on to his face as he noticed your hair in a bun, being held together by a black feathered pen.

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“I’ll have to give them a symbol, just as I’ve always done! – To show them evil can be confronted and beaten!”

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Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

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You would not believe your bike

If a flying man took it , which you dislike.

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The Blame of the Damned (2/?)

Authors note: Im sorry for any mistakes and the crappy format of this! I’m on mobile currently. Warnings: Nada my friend Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary:Transported to a different Universe is every ones nightmare…Or Y/Ns dream. When she finds herself trapped in the Avengers Universe, Y/N finds herself at the mercy of SHIELD and helping the heros face the demons that are never seen on screen. ································································ “Um, pardon? Who’s Sebastian?” Tony asked, watching the girls slide from Peters lap to the floor. “Oh come on Mr. Downey! Your co star! He played Bucky in the first Captain America, The Winter soldier in the second Captain America, and Bucky in the new Captain America! Wait…If y'all are filming again together, does that mean the civil war is over? Crap I bet you cant give that info out. Did I crash your set? I’m sorry, I don’t even really know how I got there but still I didn’t mean to and-” “Slow down kid. You aren’t in any trouble.” Steve said, watching the girl fidgit and nervously ramble. “Yet.” Natasha said, ignoring the flat from Steve. She wasn’t sure of the girl yet. “So, tell us about the last thing you remember.” She looked down. “I was watching Age of Ultron. Infinity War is coming out soon, so I want to catch up on the Avengers. I was falling asleep at the battle of Sokovia, right after Pietro died. Bless Aarron, he was the best fit. Then my power got cut and I went to the fuse box to see what was up. When I touched it, it gave off this huge red spark and thats it. Thats all I know.” She said, wiggling her fingers. “Okay so let me get this straight, they make movies of us now?” Clint asked. “Do I look sexy as always in them?” Sam smirked. Y/N laughed. “Well of course they make movies. The Avengers are probably the best fictional super heros ever.” “Fictional?” Everyone turned to look at Bucky, who kept his eyes on the girl. “Well yes…You guys can’t be serious right? Is this one of those acting exercises? You don’t break character? Cause if so, y'all are doin a bang up job.” Tony looked from team member to team member. “Kid….The Avengers are real. WE are real. And if what I think is right…Kid, you’re not in the same universe any more.” Y/Ns face blanched as she quickly requested them to pull over. The team turned away as she began dru heaving into a field, discussing what to do with her. Y/N drummed her fingers on her leg, a nervous habit, as her mind tried to wrap around all of this. If only the team was watching, they might have noticed a few small red sparks crackling around her finger tips.

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The Blame of the damned (1/?)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Warnings: A lil bit of nasty ol’ Bucky self hate Summary: Transported to a different Universe is every ones nightmare…Or Y/Ns dream. When she finds herself trapped in the Avengers Universe, Y/N finds herself at the mercy of SHIELD and helping the heros face the demons that are never seen on screen. ································································ “Hey Happy, just checking in. Today I ate a BLT for lunch and stayed after school with MJ to help plan our scholars bowl and-” Peter cut off, noticing what looked to be a lump falling through the sky. “Happy….I’m gonna need to call you back.” He hung up and pulled down his mask, swinging towards the landing area of said lump. A crater the size of a ball park had formed, smoke and red mist flowing out. He crept closer, peering in. “Uh…Hello?” He paused. Shaking his head, he flipped open his phone. “Mr. Stark? Hey I think you and your team might want to come see this. There’s this huge crater and some really weird-” Peter froze, noticing a body trying to claw it’s way out. He immediately dropped the phone and ran over, quickly pulling them out. It was a girl of Y/H with short, short Y/H/C and a Y/B/T body. “Hello? Kid? Underoos, what’s going on? Talk to me kid.” Tony said, attracting the attention of the team. He quickly pulled up a birds eye view of Peters location and watched as he drug a girl out of the pit. “Mr Stark? Mr. Stark I need your help.” Peter said, eyeing the girl. “Peter what is that? What did you just drag out?” Bruce asked, enhancing the video. “It’s…It’s a girl.” He turned his attention back to her and noticed her Y/E/C staring back at him. “You’re…” She breathed, scrunching her eyes. “You’re Peter Parker.” Peter froze, watching as she sighed and closed her eyes, falling into a temporary sleep. ·· ····················· As Peter carried her to the car that held Mr. Stark and the rest of the team, he began running over possible scenarios in which he had met this girl. When he could come up with none, he tried searching for any details as to where she had come from. Steve stepped out of the car and opened the door, and Peter crawled in, her still on his lap. “Who is she?” “How did she know your name?” “We need to tell Fury.” Everyone began talking at once. “Friday? You get anything?” “Nothing sir, except that she is from Kansas. No identity, no missing person reports matching her. The soil on her shoes though, is strictly native to Kansas.” Peter furrowed his brows. “Peter, where did you say she came from?” Clint asked, rifling through her pockets. “She just…She fell. Straight out of the sky.” Peter said, looking down at her. “Well, we have a name.” Sam said, looking over Clints shoulder. “Y/F/N…17 years old, turns 18 in a month.” Natasha read. “Friday?” Tony asked. “There is no record of Y/F/N in any data base to my access.” She said. “Well she has to exist somewhere she cant just have-” “Oh…Oh my gosh..” Y/N said, sitting up. She looked at everyones faces. “I can’t believe I’m here with all of you!” She turned to look at all the Avengers, pausing on Bucky. He froze, noticing her softening gaze. “But you..You always where my favorite Sebastian.” She said. The others looked confused while she pulled out her phone. “I have to take a picture, nobody will believe I met the man who plays the winter soldier!”

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Actually folks, she does seem pretty cool

Honestpy because I love you I need to share this: A girl that goes to my school absolutely adores Captain America, like hardcore, but a little ways back she tries to kill herself. Shes so sweet though! I hadn't seen her since school ended but on Instagram she popped up in my suggested feed and in my gosh she throws shields! Like captain America style throws shileds and she seems so happy and you've seemed down lately but I swear she will cheer you up! Her user name is BellaThrowsShields. ❤️

Okay whoever you are I love you and I wanna hug you ! I checked out her Instagram and she is really so sweet and I love this idea of hers ! Its true that I was a little down lately but we all have times like this don’t we ? But I promise everything is alright now 😘😘 thank you so so much😘😘 love you !

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Describe your perfect date in detail.

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17.

‘we’ve got one thing 

that Voldemort doesn’t have.’

-  The Harry Potter Series (2001-2011)

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Art Critic: the skull in the corner is artfully placed on the periphery of vision to symbolise the omnipresence of death, important thematically to the artist’s conception of life and mortality.

Actual Artist: aw shit, I got all this negative space, guess I’ll stick a skull there that looks pretty rad.

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Oh internet, i love you…

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the downside up

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i saw goody proctor kissing santa claus

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#I feel like I’ve just been introduced to a major character in a Wes Anderson movie