#just made my dad watch 1917 with me

[leonardoeatscarrots]

Harr harr

[grumpy-liebgott]

Miscellaneous tag game

Made by the one and only @ronald-speirs <33 Thank you for the tag @panzershrike-pretz @mutantmanifesto @dontirrigateme @malarkgirlypop

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

I visited a town near this mountain in China called Siguniangshan Town once and I loved it so much. My country is pretty hot, so I enjoyed the cold air very much. The buildings there are so pretty, and the food is just amazing. Also I saw yaks and wild horses, which was really cool.

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

I'm proud of getting through 2023. It was a really stressful year for me, especially during my exams, but I pushed through. I've just received my results, and I'm happy to say that I passed with flying colours!

Favorite books?

The Invisible life of Addie LaRue by V. E. Schwab, The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, and The Hand, The Eye and The Heart by Zoe Mariott

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

My dogs - the way they practically melt when I scratch a specific spot on their bodies. The way Hollie curls up into a ball when she sleeps, and the way Mochi sleeps in the most ridiculous positions. The way they'd literally start climbing me if they want more attention. I just love them so much.

Favorite thing about your culture?

Definitely the food. Also the festivals.

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

I joined quite recently, around winter 2023. The first show I watched was band of brothers!

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

Nope, but I hope to one day

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Joe Liebgott. My favourite moment was that part when he said "woah, hershey bars!" Oh also that scene in the concentration camp. It just felt like such a raw moment for someone like Lieb who seems like a tough person most of the time.

George Luz. For him, my favourite moment was when he shouted "I HAVE NO IDEA" to Harry. Besides that, I like the part in Hagenau where he was just so done with everyone trying to take the chocolates.

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

No, but I hope to one day!

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

Well, I've never really thought about it, but if I had to say, maybe Millie Bobby Brown. I loved watching her in Enola Holmes, and Stranger Things.

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

Uhh I don't really have a favourite quote, so I'm just gonna take one I like from Pinterest

"Have fun even if it's not the same kind of fun everyone else is having." - C. S. Lewis

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

Ummm, maybe that I'm currently taking a diploma in piano.

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

I'm not a writer, but maybe one day in the future???

Three things that make you smile?

My sister or my dad telling the dumbest jokes to ever exist.

Visiting the zoo/aquarium

Interacting with my mutuals

Any nicknames you like?

Not really. Zowie is actually a nickname already so that, I guess?

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

@blueberry-ovaries @panzershrike-pretz @ronald-speirs @blood-mocha-latte @footprintsinthesxnd @mutantmanifesto @david-sharkthot-webster @sharkboyandlavalieb

I'm probably forgetting so many but those are the ones I see a lot

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

Die immediately. I have no survival skills and I'm SO unfit

Favorite movie?

1917, Enola Holmes (1 and 2), Mulan (animated and live action), Fury, Paddington (1 and 2), Black Widow

There's so many I just can't remember them.

Do you like horror movies?

No. I hate them. Whenever I'm forced to watch one, I'd spend the next few days sleeping on my sister's bed and jumping at every little thing.

Yes, I know I'm pathetic.

Tagging (no pressure!) : @flashnthunder @blueberry-ovaries @footprintsinthesxnd @georgieluz @a-gassy-antelope @b00ks1ut @sharkboyandlavalieb

[noneedtoamputate]

Miscellaneous Tag Game

Thanks for the tag, @ronald-speirs.

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?: Australia

Something you’re proud of yourself for?: For making it through a difficult time in my life with a greater understanding how hard life it and a greater compassion for people

Favorite books?: Circle of Friends by Maeve Binchy, The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes, Say Goodnight, Gracie by Julie Reece Deaver

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?: My child's hugs and a night in my 20s when I was in the car with my friend and "Dancing in the Dark" came on when we were at stoplight and we started singing at the top of our lungs with carefree abandon. A car with people in their 50s next to us laughed and cheered us on. Now that I am closer to their age than the age I was when I was in the car, I understand the joy they felt at watching us.

Favorite thing about your culture?: Americans are weird that we consider ourselves from somewhere else. My great-grandparents were from Eastern Europe, and my favorite thing about that is the food. My favorite thing about being American is diversity we have here, and Independence Day. I know it's not poltically correct to say one loves Independence Day, but I do. Parades, baseball, day drinking, cookouts, fireworks - Americana all in one day.

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?: I joined the fandom rather recently in the summer of 2023, but I watched BoB when it first aired. I just watched The Pacific over the summer.

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?: I've read Band of Brothers and bits of pieces of others. My favorite is "Easy Company Solider" by Don Malarkey. I just borrowed "Helmet for My Pillow" on audiobook read by James Badge Dale.

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?: I can't pick one favorite, but one of my favorite moments is when Tipper goes along when Luz pretends to be Major Horton. He wants to laugh so much.

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?: I am in the middle of a series called "Every Beautiful Thing" featuring Chuck and an OFC in postwar San Francisco.

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?: I love Tom Hanks ("A League of Their Own"), Jimmy Stewart ("It's a Wonderful Life"), Ingrid Bergman ("Casablanca") and Jodie Foster ("Silence of the Lambs")

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?: "The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off." -Gloria Steinem

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?: You want me on your trivia team.

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?: I've never had a beta and would be happy to let anyone read my WIP.

Three things that make you smile?: Finding money in a coat pocket the first time I wear it in the fall, little kids trying to play baseball or softball, a really cold beer on a hot day

Any nicknames you like?: My dad used to call me Pumpkin when I was little.

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!: There are so many, but some people off the top of my head are @xxluckystrike, @the-cinnamontography-is-amazing, @dcyllom, @latibvles, and @jump-wings.

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?: Find the best people and do what I can to earn my keep in their group

Favorite movie?: Too hard to pick one but two of my favorites not listed above are "The Sound of Music" and "Hoosiers." I recently watched "1917" and the way the it was filmed like one continuous shot was really innovative.

Do you like horror movies?: I don't like slasher films, but I like psychological horror films. My husband made me watch "The Shining" about ten years ago, and it scared the crap out of me,

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday Scottish actor Richard Madden born June 18th 1986 in Elderslie.

Richard was raised by his mother, Pat, a classroom assistant and his father, Richard, who worked for the fire service. He also has two sisters, Cara and Lauren.

His parents were “hippies”, he says, and their house was pretty open, with friends always piling in for big vegetarian meals. Madden spent a lot of time outside, in the woods behind their house. He has several injuries: he shows me where he shot his dad’s old air pistol and blew off part of his finger, then managed to wreck the same finger when he nailed a wooden plank to his skateboard, then crashed it, so apart from the Hippie parents it was much like most of our own days as bairns.

Despite growing up wanting to be an actor, Richard was very shy during his childhood. To overcome this, at age 11, he joined Paisley Arts Centre’s youth theatre program. In 1999 he was given the lead role as Sebastian Simpkins in BBC1’s children’s TV comedy series Barmy Aunt Boomerang, that’s him aged 12 in the first pic with co-star Toyah Wilcox.. By 2000, he’d made his feature film debut in the Iain Banks adaptation, Complicity.

After high school he was accepted to the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama in Glasgow, Scotland and in 2007, he graduated.

Less than two years later, Richard had a recurring role as Dean McKenzie on the 2009 BBC series Hope Springs. Soon after, he landed the role of Ripley in the 2010 movie Chatroom, a film about a group of teenagers who encourage each other’s bad behaviours after meeting online. In the same year, Richard played punk band Theatre of Hate singer Kirk Brandon in Worried About the Boy, a TV film about the life of British singer-songwriter Boy George.

In 2011 Richard landed his breakthrough role as Robb Stark in the HBO fantasy-drama series Game of Thrones. Also in 2011, he played gay paramedic Ashley Greenwick on the short-lived British comedy-drama Sirens. During hiatus from filming Game of Thrones in 2013, Richard was cast to star as Prince Charming in the 2015 Disney film Cinderella.

Richard won his first Screen Actors Guild award in 2014 for the Discovery Channel mini-series, Klondike. He played Bill Haskell, one of two adventurers who travel to Yukon, Canada during the Klondike Gold Rush in the 1890s. He further enhanced his reputation as a good actor when he appeared in the BBC drama Bodyguard in 2018, the following year he played Lieutenant Joseph Blake in the film 2017 and was Elton John’s manager/lover in the biop of the star Rocketman.

In January 2019 Madden won  a prestigious Golden Globe for his role as war veteran David Budd in the BBC show Bodyguard. He also appeared in the 2019 war movie 1917.

We last saw Richard in the movie,  Eternals, which was okay, but nothing great, he is one of several actors being touted as the next James Bond,

James is currently in the Amazon Prime series Citadel, I've watched the first three episodes and am not really impressed with it,I think he does pull of the American accent well, but I noticed there have been people saying he doesn't pull it off, Madden revealed he spoke in the accent for two years straight to prepare for the series. The show has been earmarked for a second series. Richard is set to appear in the feature film Killer Heat next.

In July 2019, Madden received an honorary doctorate from his alma mater, the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland. When asked about his personal life during a New York Times interview following speculation about his relationships and sexuality, Madden stated: “I just keep my personal life personal.”

Madden was recently named one of ‘Scotland’s Sexiest Men'  following a new study that identifies the most attractive features for men, he has competition though,  also in the running are Bathgate’s David Tennant  and Glasgow’s James McAvoy,

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Rockets of Love - Chapter Five

Pairing:  Bucky x Plus Size Reader

Chapter Summary:   With the last of your speed dates done, all you want to do is get home and game with Bucky. But first, a little betrayal by your best friend.

Words:  1.8k

Note:  This is a relatively short chapter compared to some of the previous ones.  Thanks for reading, I hope you've been enjoying it so far ❤  if you have please consider giving it a like and a reblog, if you leave a comment with your reblog I will always reply so long as Tumblr doesn’t make it vanish.

I've included a made-up phone number and skype name in this chapter, I have no idea if they belong to anyone, if they do it's definitely not to our bae Bucky - apologies.

Warnings:   alcohol consumption/drunkenness, language, derogatory language, slight stressful situations, self-esteem issues

*** 18+ content - this whole fic is written for adults - minors do not interact ***

Rockets of Love Masterlist

You frantically tried to keep your cool.  Having done so well to keep your real-life identity separate from your online persona, it was ironic that a slip up like this would happen.  You needed to know who this guy was, who he knew and whether he was going to cause problems for you online.

Stressing out, big time, you sent Bucky a message.

Hey, I need to talk to you.  I’m freaking the fuck out here.

MD X

His reply was instantaneous.

Are you ok?  Are you safe?  If you need me, my skype is: James_Buchannan_Barnes.  And my cell is:  347-242-1917.

Please be ok!

Bucky X

The panic in his reply was evident.

Shit!

You had been pretty cryptic but for him to just throw out his contact info like that, he must really be worried, and really care.

I’m ok.  I’m safe.  Still here, in speed dating hell.

It’s nothing life threatening or anything but something came up that I need to talk to you or Steve, or Nat about later.  Sorry for worrying you.

I’ll tell you when I get online later, Mr Hottie 😉

MD X

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”  You mumbled to your next date but didn’t bother making an excuse.  You weren’t really desperate to meet anyone anyway and as the night had drawn on you’d become less and less interested in what these people thought of you.  A buff-blonde fitness freak called Carl sat down in front of you

“No problem.  My friend Tony is a tough act to follow anyway.”  Carl said, nodding towards the sexist dickhead now at Den’s table.

You looked at him in confusion.

“That guy.”  Carl tipped his head to the guy who identified himself as [HDR]Taskmaster.  “He’s been my friend since high school.”

“Good to know.”  You said, trying to calm yourself.  Tony wasn’t paying any attention to you or his friend Carl, thankfully.

“So…”  He said, reading your name from your sticky tag.  “I couldn’t help but overhear that you play Orion Protocol?”

“I do, yes.”  Not this again, please.

“I don’t play but Tony does.  He’s played for years.  Even when I go round to hang out, he’s always playing.”

“To play so long he must be really good.”  You latched on to the fact that Carl seemed more interested in talking about his friend than about himself or you.

“He says he’s one of the best.”  Carl watched you knock your wine back.  This time a waiter just came over unbidden.

“Thank you.”  You smiled and turned your attention back to Carl, who was so deep in his bromance with Tony that he didn’t catch the predatory look you gave him.  “I’ve played with Tony a few times.  He’s fun.  I think I might have went to the same school.”  You lied.

In the five minutes you got to talk to Carl, you found out that sexist dickhead Tony was in fact Anthony Masters of Clapham, London.  You found out what school Tony had went to, his mum and dad’s names (Margorie and Anthony Sr.), the name of his pet Staffordshire terrier (Annabell), and his favourite type of music (house).  You didn’t feel so bad anymore about Tony knowing your first name and being able to put your face to your online persona.

You asked Carl some more questions about where he likes to hang out, and he supplied the name of the gym that they both attend (Ultimate Fitness), along with his (and Tony’s) regular training schedule.  Carl worked as a barber while Tony worked as telesales agent with a well-known TV and phone company.  You wondered absently if your company did tech solutions for the place he worked and whether you’d ever had to speak to him before to bail him out of the shit.

When you said goodbye to Carl, you felt so much better.  You would still speak to Bucky about HYDRA later but you were less worried about [HDR]Taskmaster since you now had enough information to find out his address and phone number, and probably how much tax he paid last year.

Through dates nineteen and twenty you were practically clock watching.  You had been there over three hours now and the relentlessness of meeting new face after new face had taken its toll on you.  Craving the comfort of your own home you had ploughed through more wine than you should have and were pretty much talking gobbledygook at this point.

“Stick a fork in me, I’m done!”  You got up on wobbly legs when the timer ran out on date twenty.  You didn’t even bother to look at his name, which was a shame, he was very friendly and not at all offended by your drunken ramblings.

Becca submitted your sheet for you, frowning at the lack of second date requests you’d made.  Your taxi ride home was filled with her and Den talking about which guys they liked and complaining that you didn’t like any.

“I said yes to one!”  You said in your defence, but your attention had been mostly spent reading emails from Bucky and replying to him.

On my way home now.  You’re sooooo going to regret asking me to play tonight, Mr Hottie.  I’m shit-faced lol.

Meeee XXX

You clicked send just in time to catch Becca reading your screen from your shoulder.

“Fuck off!”  You hid your phone against your chest.

“Who’s Mr Hottie?”

“Oooooh!”  Den cooed.

“You’re such a bitch!”  You smirked, and Becca laughed.

“Seriously though.  You’ve been texting all night and you’re looking quite pleased with yourself about it, so spill.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Oh, of course.”  Becca rolled her eyes and made a grab for your phone.  “Who is he?”

“No one you know.”  You said, relenting ever so slightly.

“Wait!  Is that a picture?”  Becca fully grabbed your phone from your hands and scrolled to the email with the attachment.  “This better not be a dick pic, I swear.”

You tried to wrestle with her but she kept you at arm’s length.  Her arms were longer than yours.

“It’s not.”  You groaned, flopping against the seat in defeat.  There was no use fighting now, she was going to see everything.

“Holy shit!”  Becca laughed in surprise.  “Mr Hottie is actually fucking gorgeous.  Jesus!  How long you been talking to him?  Check him out.”  She showed Bucky’s picture to Denise.

“Months.”  You groaned.  “But not like that.  He’s in my gaming clan.”  You grumbled.

“He’s nice.  How old is he?”

“Actually, I don’t know.”  You closed your eyes, ready to ride out the laughs you were going to get over your conversation with Bucky.

“He seems really funny.”  Becca said, still messing with your phone.

“He is.”  It was only a matter of time.

“And sweet.  Maybe a bit pervy.”  She chuckled.

“That one.”  Den said, in a hushed voice.

You groaned internally.  Looked like they found something worth reading.

“And that one.”  Den said again.

“Come on you ho-bags, just quit already.  You’re killing my buzz and now all I wanna do is fill my face with pizza and go to sleep.”  You whined, closing your eyes to the queasiness in your gut.  Nerves.  Frustration.  Too much wine and a jiggling taxi ride.  Whatever.

The weight of your phone being laid on your thigh made your eyes snap open.  Becca was looking at you with a shit-eating grin and Denise wasn’t looking at you at all, instead she looked sheepishly out the window.  What the fuck had they done?

Your phone vibrated before you had a chance to look at the damage caused and at that moment the taxi pulled up outside your house.

“Text me in the morning.”  Becca said plucking a crumpled up ten from your white-knuckled fist.

She ushered you out of the door and shut it after you, telling the driver to drive away.

Your phone buzzed a second time and you dropped your keys in front of your gate.  The wine and the frustration of the phone hijacking made you stumble as you went for your keys.  You had to use the gate to steady yourself, resting your head against the cool metal.

Your phone buzzed a third time and you just stuffed it into your bag.  Opening the front door was a two-handed job at this point.

Finally inside, you got into your PJs and wiped off your make-up.  The idea of pizza was burning in your brain but at almost 11pm there was no way you were going out for some or try to order some in.  You made toast and a cup of tea.  It seemed like a better idea.

Your phone buzzed again.  It was probably Becca texting to say she’d got home safe or apologising for being a dick with your phone.

In your office/gaming room you got yourself set up to play Orion Protocol.  You had water now, after the tea and toast, and were feeling a little less drunk but still a bit woozy.

As soon as you signed in, Bucky sent you an invite to chat.  It was like he’d been waiting for you.

“Hey, gorgeous!”  There was a slight thickness to his voice that you assumed was the alcohol, and a subtlety to his tone that you associated with him smiling.

“Hey yourself.”  You couldn’t help but grin.  Now that you had a face to put to his voice you could almost see his expressions when he spoke.

It was just you two in the chat.  You started up your game and waited for it to load.

“Did you get my emails?”  He asked.  “I didn’t expect you to send me pictures but I’m happy you did.”

“Wait, what?!”  You almost didn’t register what he said.  “What pictures?”

“You sent me a couple of pictures of yourself.”  He half-laughed.  “Did you drink so much you forgot?  It was only like thirty minutes ago.”

“Ohmygod!”  You groaned, exasperated.  “That little BITCH!”

“Oh shit!  What happened?”

“One sec.”

You threw your headset down and scrambled for your bag.  Pulling out your phone, you opened your conversation with Bucky to find that four pictures of yourself had been sent.

You wanted to cry.

One selfie with you and Den from tonight, one full length with Becca also from tonight, one older picture of you looking all sassy when Becca had asked you to smile for the camera and you’d given her your Disney villain face, and another one where you were in fits of laughter after your mutual friend Ben had shown up to a house party wearing a yellow mankini under his clothes – the mankini made its appearance about 12 cans and 2 hours into the party.

You were absolutely mortified.  How could she do that to you?  Becca was supposed to be your best friend.  She knew you kept your online life and real life separate.  She knew you were paranoid about your appearance despite the faux confidence.  She knew.

You sat on the floor and tried not to cry.

[dasenergi-diary]

I didn't post here yesterday because I didn't feel called to. I thought about it, but decided I didn't have anything to post about.

It was a rainy day here, no kids and no boyfriend. Just me home alone all day. It was WONDERFUL!

Things I did yesterday: Worked. It was a slow day at work. Listened to the Miley Cyrus concert album "Attention: Miley Live" Read more of the book "Something in the Blood: The Untold Story of Bram Stoker, the Man Who Wrote Dracula" Made myself an eggplant stirfry for dinner Watched the movie "1917" Watched an episode of the AMC+ TV show "Interview with the Vampire"

I also gathered rain water to use throughout the month. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I am working with water as a sacred element this month. I am gathering different types of water for my sacred altar space (rain, ocean, pond, pool, tap water) to see if they each give off different energies and consciousness.

During the month I'll use the water during rituals like kything with water (listening for wisdom from the water) and scrying (water gazing, like looking in a crystal ball) as well meditations, etc.

I have already done the water evocation and have started the spiritual work. I annoint myself with the water every day.

I am also mindful of each time I come into contact with water through-out my day, drinking water, making tea, washing dishes, washing veggies, brushing teeth, showering, using the toilet, doing laundry -- and I give the water THANKS for replinishing me. It truly does have a consciousness that I can see hear and feel.

And that's what has been going on in my life. I'm at work right now, the morning has been busy, but things seem to by slowing down. I'll pick-up my youngest from work at 3pm. And then I'll be a Dad all weekend long. We don't have any plans this weekend (that I'm aware of).

I'll be in touch!

[bredforloyalty]

top 5 movies!!

Aaaaaa I was secretly hoping for and dreading this one because I love movies a lot... I'm not sure about this order or about the movies themselves tbh but TSN stands as #1 for me right now, the other four I've seen so many times and I enjoy them greatly so I felt they deserve to be called my top 5.... 🥺 Don't be harsh on me lol

The Social Network

Hot Fuzz

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

1917

Hair

(Also I'm indecisive so here are others I must mention because they're GOOD but there's only 5 places: Parasite, Jojo Rabbit, Coraline, Dead Poets Society, Booksmart, The Grand Budapest Hotel, The Edge of Seventeen, What We Do In The Shadows, Rocketman, In Bruges, Little Miss Sunshine and uhhhh Monty Python and the Holy Grail)

(And some I haven't seen in a while so I couldn't accurately judge how much I like them but I remember that it's a lot: The Tale of Princess Kaguya, Big Fish, Divided We Fall, Me and Earl and the Dying Girl, Fantastic Mr. Fox)

Thank you for the ask anon!! 💕 I appreciate it a lot ily

Send me a top 5 anything~

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Bucky Barnes’ adoptive child

Bucky Barnes x child!reader

warnings: knife

a/n:

prompt: @multifandomlover121: “i adored your natasha romanoff’s child headcanons! could you do one with bucky barnes and him adopting a child? thank you!!”

bucky saw someone in need and wanted to help them

that someone was you

he would have wanted someone to do the same for him

“are you okay, kid?”

“i’m fine...”

“are you sure?”

“...no”

you kinda started crying and ran off

but that wasnt the last time he had seen you

the more he’d run into you, the more he’d check on you, offer you food/water/shelter

“i really don’t mind, it’s the least i could do”

“are you sure?”

“i am”

you began to trust bucky more as time went on, he really was helpinh you out of the kindness of his heart

and buck became more protective of you, of course

soon enough he saw you as his child and you saw him as your father, neither of you had had a bond like that before

“i’m going to the market, do you want anything?”

“uh, peaches?”

“got it, be back in a while, don’t answer the door for anyone”

“got it, pa”

that was the first time you called him “pa” and he shut the door behind him and stood there in SHOCK he was so ???!!!!

you asked him about his life, and at first he didn’t want to tell you much

“pleaseee? it all seems so interesting”

“well, i don’t remember it much. and everything i do remember isn’t very great”

“is that why you’re lying low?”

“yeah...that’s one of them”

“can you tell my how you got your metal arm?”

you tried not to pry but you were disappointed that he wouldn’t open up to you

he knew just about everything about the short past you had, all the highs and lows of your messy childhood before he met you

bucky lived in a one bedroom apartment, so he gave you the bedroom and slept on the couch

honestly you guys led your lives mainly inside the apartment just to stay safe

and filling the day was a bit difficult, but you managed

“can i watch tv?”

“after the news”

“you said that twenty minutes ago”

“well, it’s not over yet. just watch it with me”

“can i pleaaaase watch tv?”

that “pleaaaase” always makes him cave

you two also baked together! it calms his nerves

especially when he can smell cookies/brownies/cake/etc baking in the oven, it’s his favorite

“are you sure we’re making these right, y/n?”

“no, i am not.”

helping him clean his arm sometimes

he couldn’t get in the crevices

one day you were watching tv and it said that bucky was wanted for a bombing, which couldnt be true because that was in vienna and you were far from there

“so that’s what you didn’t want to tell me? you’re a...”

“a terrorist? an assassin? an 100 year old man? i...i wish i wasn’t, but i had no choice. i can’t remember everything that happened to me, but i don’t want to. this new life is good for me and you. and i promise i would never do anything to hurt you”

“i know, pa, i trust you more than anyone else on earth. but...what does this mean for us now? the whole world is looking for you”

“nothing, they wont find us here. i’m going to the market for plums, though. keep the door and windows locked”

“yes sir”

“love you, kid”

“love you, pa”

and the next thing you know the door has been opened and you do not know what to do so you hide because that’s the plan you and bucky came up with just in case and next thing you know there’s sounds of fighting, things breaking, yelling

it’s time to come out

“pa? pa, where are you?”

“y/n, get down!”

“bucky, who is that?” -cap

“my kid”

steve immediately: ????¿???

ur WHAT

anywhooo you ended up running with them and not able to keep up bc they were kinda enhanced 100 year old men and you were baby

so the falcon, the REAL DEAL MAN RIGHT THERE had to give you a helping hand

“you doing alright, kid?”

“to be honest, i’ve never flown before”

✨getting arrested with pa and the crew✨

you sat next to steve rogers

“so, you’re bucky’s...child?”

“he took me in a while ago, we were both in a dark place”

“has he told you about his past?”

“i ask but he cant remember most of it, and what he does remember, he’s too ashamed to say. he just recently told me he used to be an assassin...and he’s and eldery man”

“hey, whatever happens to buck—your dad, i just want to let you know that i’ll be here for you, okay? he was my best friend growing up, i owe it to him”

it’s a feat to be a minor caught by the CIA but look at you go

you had to explain how you and bucky became family, which they were not buying even though every word was true

releasing you to steve bc he had some pull

oh yeah bucky kinda sorta went feral and you insisted you’d be able to calm him down but it doesn’t exactly work that way

“pa! i’m right here, it’s me! please, stop it!”

“y/n, you need to get out of here, it’s not safe!”

“i can’t leave him like this!”

escaping the CIA and waiting for your dad to wake up, this is where he regained his full memory

once he was free of the debris, he gave you a big hug and apologized with tears in his eyes (why the fuck am i rhyming)

“i’m sorry if i scared you, dragă”

“i couldn’t ever be scared of you”

steve was so happy that bucky was happy dhshshshhshs

being pushed in the backseat with pa

sharing your granola bar

since bucky remembered some good thinsg about his past, he thought it may be time to share!

“yeah, so me and steve were best friends, right? steve always picked fights with every bully he met, despite being less than half the weight he is now. i always had to swoop in and save the day”

“i can’t believe you were born in 1917. my father is a world war two veteran”

“how impressive” -sam, also a war vet

honestly they didn’t expect THAT much resistance at the airport but everyone knew you were off limits

excellent spiderman who webbed your hand to a car

luckily, your dad had taught you a thing or two and you got to hacking through these webs with your pocket knife

it took forever

but you finally escaped with your dad and who you’d soon call ‘uncle steve’

black widow nearly stopped you, you were very afraid :)

bucky made u stay in the jet “for your own safety”

“we don’t know what to expect in there, y/n. the last thing i want for you is to get hurt. i should have never dragged you into this”

steve casually talking to bucky about you being unofficially adopted by him

“so, you’re a dad?”

“that i am”

“what’s it like?”

“it’s like...finding a reason to get up every day. and a decent amount of compromise”

“sounds exciting”

“you have no idea”

finally being retrieved from the jet to see your dad with one arm

trippin out

but he told you it was alright

t’challa, new king of wakanda who was trying to end bucky’s life just a few hours ago had apologized and offered you sanctuary in his country

he SPECIFICALLY apologized to you, saying that it was unfair to you by trying to hurt your father because the pain of losing one is unbearable in his eyes

getting some much needed peace (not really bc you wanted to train with wakandan warriors)

and it paid off since you all had to fight off a hoard of aliens

“you think you can handle this, y/n?”

“oh yeah”

you definitely could not handle your dad turning to dust :)

:))))))

“y/n? steve?”

no nope no

steve had to take care of you on bucky’s five year hiatus from life (oh my god im sorry)

not a day went by that you didn’t think of him

it kinda sucked bc you didn’t have any pictures together or anything, only pictures from the 1940’s that steve pulled out every once in a while

“doing okay, y/n?”

“not really”

“do you want to come and watch a movie with me or something? im still not completely caught up on everything i missed”

after five years, there was a breakthrough and it was finally time to get your dad back

but he probably wouldn’t recognize you...you’ll find out soon enough

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Wonderwall-part 3

Summary: While all of the avengers facility may be aware of your pregnancy there's someone else who also needs to know.

Pairing: Tony stark x reader x Bucky barnes

Warnings: swearing, Pregnancy shit, angst, 

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It had been 2 weeks sense everyone found out you were pregnant including yourself. things were back to semi normal. Everyone was treating you like you'd break if things happened to fast and bucky and tony hadn't said a word to each other. Not that they ever actually did speak to each other but now its less than usual. Bruce banned you from going on missions which everyone agreed to. It was the only time tony and bucky had agreed on something so you grumbled and accepted it.

You were currently sat in the main lounge watching tv with your feet up on the table. You had to admit a 9 month break was awesome. you heard the door open and close. “Y/n?”  you heard tony call for you. “over here” you yell back. you see tony round the corner. “hey how are you feeling?” he asks sitting next to you.  “mmmmmm” you grumble closing your eyes. your head falls onto his shoulder. he laughs and you move your head to his lap putting your legs on the side of the couch. “hey so uh I was thinking.” he starts. you tilt your head looking up at him “wow that's a first you say.” you say laughing. 

Tony rolls his eyes. “sorry sorry go ahead what is it?” you ask. “Well sense things have calmed down here for the most part I was thinking of telling pepper. your going to be showing here soon and I just figured ya know” he says. you sit up “uh yea i mean obviously you'd have to tell her and sooner than later makes sense.” you said. “How and when you gonna tell her?” you ask. “Not quite sure. was thinking of taking her out ya know have her mood up before...” he trails off. 

“before shattering yalls whole world?” you say blatantly. Tony makes a face of nervousness. “sorry...just...honest when nervous.” you said messing with your fingers. “I’m sure it'll be fine...right?” you asked. tony shrugged. to be honest he wasn't sure of anything. He hoped she understood this was never intended and that the cause of it only happened because they felt so alone and hopeless.

You already felt sick but the nervousness of how pepper would react made it worse. You launched up running to the restroom hunching over and puking your breakfast out. you groaned and tony came over. he rubbed your back calmly “shh shh its ok” he said softly. you sat back looking at him “ugh i know im gonna love this little one when their born but my god does this suck” you grumbled. tony laughed and pulled you towards him. you laid your head on his shoulder. 

“hey i have an ultrasound next week they'll tell me how far along i am and we’ll see if the baby is healthy.” you said smiling. “that's amazing i'll definitely be there. Is bucky coming?” tony asked. you nodded “yea he's been really supportive actually i'm so happy he's been so ok with it” you say with a smile. “I hope pepper reacts similarly. you got lucky ya know with buck and all.” he says looking down. your smile fades “i know...really fucked this up...Bucky still loves me and I still love him its just....different, hes different.” it was true ever sense you told bucky he had been off. He cared for you and still held you close and kissed you but everytime he left he used to kiss you but this time he just says bye. Its usually in a neutral tone and anytime Tony comes around you can see him become pissed off. 

He cares for you and helps you with the side effects. Helps you with the morning sickness and cravings, dosent get angry when your mood changes every 2 seconds or when you watch sad movies and immediately fall apart. But hes still just...off. You knew he would stay and help but you wondered if things would be good again or if it'll only get worse when the baby is here.

“ok now” you start sitting up and walking to the bedroom, you sat on the bed and tony followed after. “tell me about the missions you know i gotta live through you now that i'm on house arrest” you say as tony sits next to you. “your pregnant not on house arrest last thing we needed was some dude giving you a sob story and you falling apart.” he said with a laugh. you hit his chest “uh huh sure that was why” you said. you moved and layed on the bed, tony laying next to you. “ok ok, the most recent a group tried to pull a major hack into a major bank” he said as you curled into his side. He spoke of how amazing it was to take them down. How steve and hom fought for control as usual. you laughed and smiled but over all you missed your team.

You missed being on missions, missed feeling included and missed the jokes and laughter and overall just missed being with them. you slowly fell asleep during his story. It was just so peaceful and nice you couldn't help it he was so warm and he was rubbing your back. Tony looked down at you and smiled, you looked so beautiful and at peace. Most days you held your guard up though it was falling more and more from your pregnancy. Moments like this you looked so vulnerable and at peace, he loved to just see you so...calm.

 Tony looked up as the door opened and bucky came in. Bucky saw you curled into tony's side and straightened up. He closed the door and looked back at you two. “hey” bucky whispered “hey” tony said back.

“I guess i should go” tony said ready to leave this awkward situation. “no no stay she hasn't gotten much sleep recently with worrying and ya know puking” bucky said walking to the couch and sitting. “im sorry” tony said “Really i am” tony wasn't sure on what to say but he knew he needed to say something, anything to fix this.

“I’m going to tell pepper tomorrow” tony said trying to make conversation. “Y/n tell you she has an ultrasound next week?” bucky asked. tony nodded “I wanted to come if thats ok” tony basically asked for permission. This was new for him he never asked to do anything but he felt like he was overstepping. “their your child of course its ok” bucky said. And with that it was back to silence

“Tony I’m going to ask you this once and i need you to be honest. Do you have feelings for her?” he asked. Tony was taken back by this. Did he have feelings for you? “no no of course not shes your girl.” tony said. bucky shook his head “not what i asked” bucky said. “No i dont i promise” tony said. bucky nodded with a small smile “ok, now on with that, how do you feel?” bucky asked. He felt relieved that tony didn't have feelings for her and it made it much easier to be around him knowing this.

“how do I feel? uh strange i guess. It's strange to look at her and know there's a human growing in there.” tony said. It was strange because she was starting to show slightly and knowing it was the start to a human a child that was his was strange to him. “yea i get what you mean its like you know there was going to be a child there but to see it happening is just something else.” bucky said. 

“yea...i also feel nervous you know, nervous of being a good father. My dad” tony started before looking up at bucky who had straightened up. They never talked of tony's father after word came out of bucky killing his parents. Not that tony talked of them much but it became nothing after the incident. tony looked at tony before looking back down at the bed. “anyways i guess over all else i'm happier than ever. I know i'll love this kid more than life itself so im just...happy.” tony said.

“how about you how do you feel?” tony asked. “happy i guess we talked of having a family before” he said. “what stopped you two?” tony asked hoping he wasn't pushing it. “Well being in the avengers and nearly dying on every mission mostly. then just us not sure on parenting not exactly like she had the best father and I was born in 1917 then when we finally decided to just do it....she went to space” he said looking up at tony. tony avoided his gaze looking anywhere but at bucky. he felt you turn in his arms and looked down seeing your eyes flutter open.

You looked up at tony and gave a soft smile before sitting up and seeing bucky. You looked between the two contemplating how no one got killed in the time you were asleep. “I should go now um guess i'll talk to you after i tell pepper” tony said to you. you nodded and smiled “sure don't get killed” you said before tony gave a small laugh and left. you looked at bucky “no one died” you said with a small smile. he laughed and nodded “nope no one died.” he said. “so does that mean things are ok again?” you ask. bucky nods “things are ok again” he said. you smiled “good” you wanted things to be the way they were where everyone could at least stand one another. where it felt like a family for those without one.

--

Later that night you sat on your bed watching tv while bucky and a few of the others were on a small mission. Anyone who wasn't on the mission was crashing from the last mission. You knew tony was going to tell pepper today which made you keep your phone on hand just in case. your phone dinged and you looked seeing a text from tony. “hide” was all it said. you of course not one to not listen when something says hide, hid in the secret spots you each had that no one other than you knew. It was originally in case bucky went all winter solider again but after that got fixed it simply became a spot incase some people attacked.

yours was a spot in the bathroom, figured it was least obvious, behind the toilet there's a small hole leading to a whole other room prepared with food and water and a bed that could last up to a month. you climb through still with your phone you text back “got it” and sat on the bed. Guess pepper didn't take it well.

You heard the front door slam and yelling. there was the sound of things being tossed around and door opening and closing, probably those who were sleeping and going to find out what the fuck was going on. You sat on the bed waiting and listening to the voices though it sounded like charlie brown teachers you could kind of tell by tone what was going on. Then you got a text from tony saying “come on out, don't worry steve and vision are down here so she won't kill you...or if she does you got back up” you sighed standing up and walking out.

You walked to the living room and saw pepper,tony,steve,vision all standing there pepper looked and stared you down. you slowly walked in “you” pepper said starting towards you. Steve moves in front lighting pushing her back. you hid behind steve “your ok” he whispered to you. “you absolute whore!” pepper yelled at you throwing glass at you. you screamed hiding behind steve fully. “we didn't know we'd be back!” tony yelled. “Pepper-” you wanted to apologize fix everything “No you shut the fuck up!” she yelled. you jumped back and steve put a protective arm around you.

“I don't want to hear it! Were done” pepper said “pep” tony said and pepper turned around slapping him. you moved from your spot by steve to tony. Pepper took the chance and slapped you. you stumbled back and tony grabbed your arm. “done” pepper said walking out slamming the door. steve moved to you “you ok?” steve asked. you felt tears brewing in your eyes. “guess its over” tony said. you pulled away and walked to your room curling up. A few minutes later there was a knock. “mmm” you grumbled. the door slightly opened.

steve came in and sat next to you “you ok?” he asked. you looked up at him and put your head in his lap “I just want to sleep” you grumbled. steve nodded and stroked through your hair. You fell asleep quickly and soon bucky came in. His face was washed in panic. “you heard?” steve asked. bucky nodded “is she ok?” he asked. steve shrugged “said she just wanted to sleep” he said. bucky nodded and sat next to you. “pepper broke up with tony” steve said. “figured” bucky said rubbing your arm. you curl up between bucky and steve. bucky's head rested back against the headboard and slowly fell asleep. steve wasn't sure on what to do so he just stayed stroking your hair as you fell asleep and looking at how at peace his best friend seemed for the first time in his life.

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Little Match Maker

Summary: Single dad!Kirishima has a 8 year old wingman who only wants her daddy to be happy, by talking to the cute neighbor across the street for him.

Wordcount: 1917

A/N: this has actually happened to me and its the most adorable thing to see a child ask if you have a boyfriend while their dad is dying in the background of embarrassment when they off handily mention that they found some stranger pretty. So now its a fic. Thank you little girl for the scenario and I hope you got your dad a girlfriend.

Kirishima watched from his kitchen window as his neighbor plucked a few weeds from her front yard. She bent down to pick up a tool and he could see her shorts dig into her soft skin. He sighed as she smiled at another neighbor walking by with their dog. “So pretty…” 

He wished he was on the receiving end of that smile, even if it was just you being polite. There were a lot of things he wished for when he saw you across the street. . Maybe he’s just lonely, but he couldn’t help the crush he’d had on you for a while now, despite barely knowing you.. He groaned as you squatted down in front of your flower bed. Sometimes he feels like some dirty teenager again with how much he thought about his head between your—

“Papa! The stove!” The pot of water he was boiling to for the oatmeal overflowed, liquid sizzling on the hot burner. He quickly lifted the pot to the other side of the stove and turned off the burner. Kirishima sighed but smiled towards his giggling daughter behind him as he berated himself mentally for getting distracted.

~

Kirishima had had many plans for his future. Becoming a pining single dad was not one of those plans. His ex-wife, despite saying that she knew what she was getting into by being with a pro-hero when they’d started dating, gave up on their marriage three years in. She also left him alone with a beautiful two-year-old little girl. 

At first, they had shared custody. But over the years, he had slowly taken on all of the parental responsibility. By the time Minori was eight, Kirishima was the only parental figure in her life and lived with her father full time.

Kirishima got over his failed marriage and raised his daughter to the best of his ability, making sure to spend plenty of quality time. Even if it was an errand, he would go out of his way to make it fun. Grocery shopping was made to be like a scavenger hunt, letting his daughter lead him around looking for the needed items on the list while giving her hints, and it always ended with treats, even if it would possibly spoil both of their dinners. Even when stopping at the agency to do some quick paperwork, he always brought her around when he knew the others were on break there.

“Off, brat,” Bakugo grumbled as the black-haired child climbed up Bakugo’s back.

Minori just giggled, wrapping her arms around his throat, nearly choking him. “But Kacchan is so warm and smells like candy!”

“Seriously….what is with Shitty-Hair and his spawn clinging to me?”

“Aw, it’s not so bad, Kacchan.” Deku picked up the giggling child, spinning around the office while Bakugo sat at his desk filling out paperwork, ignoring them. Deku brought her back to his chest, hugging her tightly and her plump cheeks crushed against his own cheeks. “I want a baby!”

“You already have a screaming toddler at home,” Kaminari chuckled as he came up beside Kirishima’s desk, who was filling out some leave forms for Minori’s upcoming school break.

Deku placed Minori back on Bakugo’s lap, who begrudgingly let her sit on him. “I do?”

“Yeah. Blasty over there.” Kaminari leaned against Kirishima’s desk, shooting finger guns at Sero, who failed at covering up his snort.

Bakugo glared at Kaminari, leaning back with an arm around Minori. “I’m not a fucking toddler.”

Sero chuckled, spinning a pen between his fingers. “Notice that he doesn't deny that he screams at home.”

“Speaking of making people scream at home, how’s your dating life, Ei?” Kaminari rested an arm around Kirishima’s shoulders, who instantly went red, his hairline blending with his skin perfectly.

“Don’t be gross in front of a kid, idiots.” Bakugo pressed Minori against his chest, covering her ears before throwing a stapler at Kaminari.

The loud clatter shook Kirishima from his shock and he instantly scooted away from Kaminari, waving his hands in front of him. “D-dating? M-me? No way, dude.”

The room went quiet for a moment. “Seriously? You aren’t interested in anyone after… you know who?” Sero raised an eyebrow, asking what everyone was thinking.

“No! Not at all! Why would you say that? I need to focus on raising Minori while still trying to rise in the ranks. I have no time to even entertain the idea of d-dating! That’s completely out of the question. I’ve never once thought about—”

“You into someone aren’t you?” Bakugo stood up with Minori in his arms, interrupting Kirishima’s frantic ramble, having seen right through him. Years of translating Midoriya’s nervous rants gave Bakugo an unwanted, yet useful, skill of translating long-winded explanations. 

“It’s nothing…” Kirishima looked to the side, avoiding looking anyone in the eye. He could feel the pressure from their intense stares and sighed. “Okay, we’ve hardly even had an actual conversation… but there is this woman who lives across the street...”

Kaminari let out a low whistle. “Ooooh, a MILF for a neighbor. She gotta be super hot for you to notice.”

Bare legs bending down in the garden flashed in his mind. Kirishima could feel his cheeks get warmer as he buried his face in his hands. “Well, I…. just… she’s really pretty….”

Sero laughed and hooted for his friend, clapping loud enough that a few people started to look their way. “Go for it, bro!”

Deku waved the bystanders off to not mind them as Kirishima rested his head against his desk, groaning with embarrassment. “I don’t… I can’t…. I don't even know if she’s single…. And I'm so out of the game...”

“Dude, I’m not talking about you starting a relationship with her. Lonely housewife, single father hero; sounds like a plot to a really steamy—”

Bakugo slammed a hand over Kaminari’s mouth, Minori now clinging onto Bakugo’s back. “Dunce face, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I will cut your tongue out with a plastic spoon and shove it up your ass.” Kaminari nodded frantically out of fear. 

Bakugo huffed triumphantly, looking back at the kid he was currently giving a piggyback ride to. “And that’s how you get an idiot to stop talking. If anyone at school gives you shit, just do exactly that. Got it?”

“Got it.” Minori chirped, nodding her head in agreement.

“Bakubro…. please, no more defense lessons. I’d rather not get on a first name basis with the principal this year.” Bakugo rolled his eyes as he took Minori to the breakroom for a snack, continuing his lesson on how to verbally intimidate her enemies. Kirishima can’t say he didn’t try.

Midoriya sighed, holding a hand to his chest as the other patted Kaminari on the back as he gasped for air. “He’s so hot, all parental like that.”

“Oh yes, he’s the perfect fatherly figure that every child deserves in their lives,” Sero commented sarcastically, which went right over Deku’s head.

“But Kaminari is right. I think it’s time to put yourself out there again. If you want to start dating, I would be happy to ado-babysit, I meant babysit, for you.” They all looked at Deku, who was chuckling nervously while staring up at the ceiling.

“You really want a baby, don’t you?” Sero and Kaminari made eye contact before they got up and ran after Bakugo together. “Yo, Blasty! Come back and knock up Izuku before he steals Mini-shima!”

Midoriya chased after them, looking like a strawberry as he frantically tried to hold his teasing friends back. “You guys!! Stop it!”

After some more teasing of Deku’s obvious baby fever and probing of Kirishima about finally putting himself out there again, Kirishima and Minori were walking back to their home. He always checked his mail before going inside, but this time something else caught his eye. The sound of a hose had him turning around to see his neighbor conveniently spraying down a soapy car.

Kirishima’s jaw went slack as he watched water droplets run down your bare skin; those shorts should be illegal. He loves them. “You okay Papa? That’s not our mailbox.” Minori watched as Kirishima tried to put the mailbox key into the next-door neighbor’s mailbox next to theirs.

“Mhm, I see,” he mumbled as he watched you bend down in front of a bucket, pulling out a soapy sponge. 

Minori rolled her eyes. “Give me that.” She guided her father’s hand to the right mailbox, opening it and taking out the mail.

“So pretty…” Kirishima mumbled; it was a moment before he noticed his daughter crossing the street by herself. He looked down to his side; yup, she was no longer holding onto his hand. “Ah, Minori!”

She completely ignored her father as she ran up to you. “Excuse me, miss!”

You jumped back, turning off the hose as you looked down at the little girl in front of you. “Oh hello?”

“Are you married?” You blinked at her, completely thrown off by the question.

You tilt your head, not sure where this was going. “I…um…no?”

“Are you dating anyone?”

“Minori!” You see your neighbor across the street yell; he tried to cross the street but a passing car blocked his path.

The little girl just pointed back at the man who was now panting as he ran over. “Wanna date my Papa? He’s a pro-hero and Kacchan says my Papa is painfully single. My Papa also said you are really pretty. He almost burnt the house down staring at you. And you don’t have to worry about me; Uncle Zuzu said he’d watch me.”

Your neighbor, whose name you remembered was Kirishima, suddenly covered her mouth with one of his large hands but the damage was done. You giggled as she just looked up at her dad, annoyed. “Well aren’t you straight forward.” 

Kirishima chuckled nervously, rubbing a hand on his neck. “Yeah, kids, huh? They say the darndest and most embarrassing things….” You heard him whisper to her that she was so grounded, which she responded with another roll of her eyes.

You smile at their antics; they were a sweet pair. “I remember those days, I have a teenager myself.” You thought about your son, who was getting close to becoming a full grown adult.

“You have kids?”

“Just one; he’s spending a week at my ex-husband’s.” You hold up a finger on your left hand, showing off slightly the lack of a wedding ring on your finger. 

“Um, so single?” You nodded and his shoulders relaxed as a dopey smile spread on his face. It was so adorable. “That’s great….I mean, it’s not great that you are single, unless you want to be, then it's awesome…uh, I um….I don’t know where I’m going with this and I’m sorry.”

 The little girl looked up at her dad and whispered, “This is where you ask her out Papa.”

“Minori, shhhh.”

“She’s a cute one, and fiesty.” You pulled out a pen from your pocket and grabbed Kirishima’s very meaty arm and began to write your number. “I don't work on Fridays and Sundays.”

He looked down at his arm and then back at you, confused for a second before his eyes went wide. Luckily, Minori piped up for him and held out her hand. “Great, he’ll pick you up at seven on Friday.”

You giggled, shaking her hand in agreement. “It’s a date.”

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Ask game!

15. personality description

20. what is your favorite song at the moment?

23. fear(s)

27. things i hate

29. favorite film(s)

30. favorite tv show(s)

31. 3 random facts

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?

sorry if this is too much lol.

Ahh no it’s not too much!! Thank you!!<3💜

15: I’m honestly an introvert in person until I get comfortable around you. Both of my jobs, my first and current one, I was silent almost the entire time for like the first 3 weeks😂 but when you get to know me, I’m wild and crazy. And I feel like I’m also annoying, which I get self conscious about. I’m pretty open, which can be a bit concerning, especially when I start talking/joking about my mental health (it’s how I cope)

20: omg I’m Not the Only One by Sam Smith or Fire on Fire by Sam Smith (mostly because I think my voice works best with these lyrics/music)

23: heights. I can’t even look over the railing of a staircase without getting queasy. Bugs. I hate them so much. Dark water. I can’t swim in anything unless it’s clear, even if it’s not deep. It’s a phobia, Hydroskourophobia: fear of dark and murky water (not necessarily deep)

27: hot dogs was my first thought. Being ignored. Rude customers, I work at a grocery store. People not giving me alone time. When my mom tries to be my friend (I think we have a bad relationship but she probably sees it as good because I’m very fake with her, but not on a noticeable level, unless you know I don’t like her). Running in front of people unless it’s during track. I don’t know why, but running down the sidewalk is weird for me and I hate thinking that people are watching. Unnecessary hate on characters that other people love, in those peoples posts/in their messages. Just let them love those characters, you don’t have to bring them down on their posts. Anybody hating on a creator for not doing something with their work that the reader wants. It’s not your art/story, so don’t get mad when they do what THEY want

29: 1917 is my favorite movie BY FAR!! It was Venom before, but 1917 blew me away. I think Venom: Let there be Carnage might become my favorite when it’s released. (Venom also turned me into a monster fucker😗✌️)

30: THE CLONE WARS!!!!!! I think The Bad Batch might replace it once there’s more seasons, but The Clone Wars is just so amazing and beautiful

31: fact 1 ~ I have/had (we think it’s almost gone) an autoimmune disease called localized scleroderma morphea. (Basically, white blood swells went to fight a nonexistent infection and caused my foot to “swell up” but it was actually skin tissue building up underneath my skin). I had to be on steroids for a while, but I’ve been off for over 2 years (I was on for like, 9 months?) and now I’m almost done weening off my methotrexate!! Fact 2 ~ I drive a Jeep Wrangler. It’s a personality trait lol. Fact 3 (TRIGGER WARNING FOR SUICIDE MENTIONS) ~ I used to be in karate! I got my black belt and immediately quit because it had become a job for me. It was very stressful and made me have suicidal thoughts, which were amplified by my dad and how he kept pushing me to complete my training. It was rough because it started when I was in 7th grade and went until I was in 8th.

32: I think most my friends are she/her and she/they! But I have some good he/him and they/them friends!

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Rain Against A Window (Chapter Four)

Pairing: Fitz Vacker/Dex Dizznee, Eventual Biana Vacker/Sophie Foster

Wordcount: 1,955

Summary: In which Juline Dizznee finds a child, our scam team gets closer to Paris, and the city of Petersburg lights up. 

Other notes: This chapter was so much fun to write! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

Taglist: @everyonehasthoughts, @clearlykeefitz, @loverofallthingssmart, @a-lonely-tatertot, @enbies-and-felonies, @molly-sencen, @lemontarto, @appalyneinstitute1, @ruewen-and-rising, @silver-snow, @linhamon-roll, @hyperlollypop, @never-ever-too-many-fandoms, @keeper-of-the-lost-queers, @impostertamsong, @vibing-in-the-void, @yeetersofthelostcities, @mistythegirlfluxmess

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St Petersburg, Russia. October 13, 1917. 

Juline stumbles out of the collapsing stables, letting go of the horse she’s holding. It gallops off through the streets and she groans; it’s never going to come back.

Not that it matters, really. No one’s going to have any need for horses now. 

She’s not sure how long it’s been since the first gunshots were fired. Six or seven hours, probably. Juline is just lucky she wasn’t caught in the crossfire and had enough time to get all the horses out. 

A small wail echoes across the crumbling land, and Juline’s head snaps up. She knows that sound; she’s been listening to a kid cry for going on five years now. 

Sure enough, there’s a girl sitting in the rubble, knees curled up to her chest and cheeks wet with tears. She looks about four or five; just a bit younger than Dex, if Juline is right. Her heart twists and she holds out a hand to the child. 

“Hey,” Juline says softly. “What happened to you?”

“I- I don’t know,” the girl says, teal eyes filling with tears again. Juline looks her over and something heavy drops in her gut- this is most definitely Princess Bianca. “I hit my head, and I feel sick, but I don’t know why.” She looks up at Juline. “Why?”

“There was an accident,” Juline says, taking the girl’s tiny hand in hers. “You must have gotten hurt.”

“Oh. Are you my mom?”

Juline blinks. Then blinks again. She’s almost positive that Queen Della is dead; there’s no one still alive to take care of this girl. 

Exhaling, she makes a decision. 

“No, sweetie. But I’m gonna take care of you, okay?”

“Okay,” the girl says. “That sounds good.”

And so the Dizznees gain another child- Biana, she’s called. Juline worries sometimes that it’s too close to Bianca, but it was a name Bi herself chose and Juline isn’t cruel enough to take it away. 

Besides, who would look for the last remaining member of the Vacker family in the poorest parts of St Petersburg? These streets are cesspits, filled with violence and alcohol and…

Sickness. 

Juline isn’t dying, not yet. But she will be. She’s seen what this sickness can do, watched her own husband waste to nothing in front of her. And it’s only a matter of time- there’s no way they can afford the medicine. 

Still, as she sits in her bed and forces herself to open her eyes again, she’s comforted. Because Biana is still out there, still free, still alive. 

And no one can ever know. 

-/-

St Petersburg, Russia. February 27, 1927. 

“And then he just… let me go.” Fitz finishes. “I don’t know why. I was sure I was going to get arrested or something.”

“Huh.” Biana frowns, tapping the arm of her chair. “That’s weird. They’ve been cracking down on a lot of scam teams lately- throwing them in jail or worse. I’m glad you got out, but that’s weird.”

“What should we do?”

Biana shakes her head. “Nothing. Hiding somewhere else would be useless. We’re almost ready to leave. All Dex needs to do is forge our train passes and we’re good.” She turns behind her, to where Dex is furiously scribbling on a yellowed sheet of paper. “Speaking of which, are you heading down to the printer’s today?”

“Yeah.” Dex says, not looking up. Biana raises an eyebrow. 

“Okay then. I’m gonna go to the market, see if there’s any food on sale. Fitz, why don’t you go with Dex?”

“Me? Why would I-” Fitz starts. He’s not sure why he’s so opposed to that idea; Dex hasn’t been so much as rude to him since that very first day. Still, there’s something clenching his gut that makes him want to run. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone. Not after yesterday.”

“Right,” Fitz nods. “Of course.”

Dex stands up, folding the letter he was writing into an envelope and putting a stamp in the corner. “Okay, let’s go. I want to mail this on the way there.”

“Have fun!” Biana calls as they step into the late-morning light. 

-/-

Dear Mom, 

How are you? How are the triplets? I hope it’s not too cold out there; I know Rex was trying to learn how to knit, but knowing him, that won’t go well.

Things are all right over here. Bi and I have food, and we think we found a way to make a lot of money. Maybe even enough to finally get you out of debt so we can all live together again. 

Petersburg is… tense, right now. Like everything is holding its breath in anticipation. There’s a rumor that Prince Fitzroy and Princess Bianca survived, so all the officers have been on high alert. We’re okay, though.

And we made a friend! He’s nice- kind of confused, but nice. And he’s super pretty 

(Please pretend I didn’t write that.)

I miss you. The city’s not the same without you here to fill up every small hideaway we get with laughter and music. Bi and I are trying, though. We’ll get through this.

See you soon. 

Love, Dex. 

-/-

“Okay,” Dex says as they exit the printer’s, a stack of paper clutched in one hand. The sky is beginning to darken, rays of pink and orange spreading across like paint on a canvas. Fitz is surprised it took so long; he’d always thought of printing as something fast and easy, but there are all these parts. And the travel passes aren’t even done- Dex still needs to forge the signatures on them. “We should get back. Biana will be-”

He trails off, looking at something over Fitz’s shoulder. Fitz spins around to see three uniformed men moving down the street toward them. He swallows and starts to back away. 

“Hey! You!” One of the men calls. “It’s almost curfew! What are you doing out?”

“Uh.” Fitz says. Dex grabs his arm and pulls him into the alley to the side of the building, hurrying them both up a fire escape. 

“Go, go, go,” he says through gritted teeth once they’re on the roof, running along the shingles with a grace Fitz is positive he can’t replicate. “What are you waiting for? Come on!”

They leap between houses and swing around water towers as the sun sets, lights in windows popping up like stars. Finally, Dex comes to a stop on top of a building on a particularly large hill. 

“I think we lost them,” he says, looking back at Fitz. “What?”

“I’ve never seen it this high up before,” Fitz whispers. From where they stand, the whole city’s spread out underneath them like a glittering map. Each lamp in each home is a shining jewel, calling to him. “It’s beautiful.”

Dex snorts, sitting near the edge of the roof and staring at the lights below. “Trust me, it’s a lot less pretty when you grow up down there.”

“I didn’t say pretty. I said beautiful.”

“Okay, your majesty, what’s the difference, then?”

“Pretty is surface level. It’s looking at someone and thinking ‘oh, they’re attractive.’ Beautiful is… more than that. It’s watching someone live and listening to them talk and seeing all their faults but still loving them. If something’s beautiful, that doesn’t mean it’s perfect- it’s just messed up in a beautiful way.”

“Oh.” Dex is quiet for a moment, the two looking at the city lights. Fitz feels an overwhelming urge to take back his words. 

“I don’t actually know the city very well,” he says. “I’ve lived here for a few years, but it’s mostly just… work, sleep, repeat. Nothing like-” he waves a hand at the scene in front of them- “nothing like this.”

Dex sighs, leaning back on his hands. “Petersburg is this odd mix of amazing and dangerous, and most things here walk that line very closely. So when you grow up on the streets…” he pauses, as if trying to find the right words. “It’s hard to make an honest living. And much, much easier to get drawn into things that aren’t exactly sanitary.” 

“That’s why you’re so good at forging stuff,” Fitz responds. “Right? And why Biana is so persuasive. You guys do this a lot.”

“Yeah. Yeah, we do.” Dex sighs. “Our mom never wanted us to be scammers. She used to work in the palace stables, but when the tsar was killed…” he mimes an explosion. “That whole line of business kind of blew up. She and Dad did their best, and we managed to stay afloat for a while, but-” he bites his lip. “When Dad died, Bi and I knew we had to do something. We had more siblings by that point- the triplets, they’re thirteen now. And Mom’s few jobs weren’t enough to keep us fed.”

“So you turned to stealing.”

Dex shrugs, kicking his heel against the brick of the building. “Stealing, scamming, anything that could get us food or money. We ran into trouble a few times, but we managed to slip away. The streets of Petersburg aren’t too bad if you have someone by your side.”

“Oh,” Fitz says. The words I’m sorry seem too small for this, too small for someone who’s been through so much hurt. “I guess I can see why you don’t think the city is beautiful, then.”

“No, actually, I think it is.” Dex turns to face Fitz, eyes fixed on the roof beneath them. “You said that beautiful doesn’t mean perfect, and Petersburg isn’t perfect- it’s dirty and messy and terrifying. But I’ve lived here my whole life, and I’m willing to take the bad for the good that I’ve gotten. The city gave me Biana, and I wouldn’t trade her for the world.” 

He looks up, straight into Fitz’s eyes. “And that’s love, isn’t it? Seeing all the cracks and loving it anyway. Understanding it anyway.”

Something about the way he’s talking makes it clear that he doesn’t just mean Petersburg. But Fitz doesn’t have time to think about that right now. 

“Yeah. That’s love.”

More lights appear in windows below them, glittering into existence. It’s a sign of life, of the people who hide in the shadows and laugh with their families. A sign of home. 

Unconsciously, Fitz pulls the music box out of his coat pocket. 

“What’s that?” Dex asks. Fitz hands it to him, and Dex wrinkles his nose. “Is this a Vacker relic? Where did you-” he fiddles with something inside, some piece of machinery, and music starts to play. “Whoa.”

Tinkling music drifts over the rooftop, a memory tugging in the back of Fitz’s mind; he should know this. He should know this. 

He does know this. 

Slowly, quietly, he starts to hum along as a scene takes shape in his mind. 

A smiling red-haired woman leaning over him, a tiny girl by his side. The very same music box in his lap, emitting a soft tune that Fitz knows by heart. 

“Once upon a December,” he sings quietly as the song ends. Dex gapes at him wordlessly, closing the music box with a silent click. 

“Fitz, what-”

Fitz meets his eyes. “We need to get to Paris.” 

-/-

Dear Mom,

I’m sorry the letter’s short today- I don’t have much time to write. 

We’re leaving the city soon, heading away. I won’t say where, for your safety and ours, but rest assured we’ll be as safe as possible. 

If all goes well, I’ll be home soon. We’ll all be together. 

I love you. 

Dex. 

P.S. I said, in my last letter, that my friend was pretty. That’s not true- or, it is, but he’s more than that. He’s beautiful.

[g-46-stark]

Find Me In Paris: Things I’m still wondering...

So, I really love Find me in Paris, is really funny and original.

I appreciate the way they handle all the time travel stuff... I’ve watched it like a hundred of times, but I’m still wondering:

1-Why no one ever told Lena about the Russian Revolutions of 1905 and 1917?

Really, not even Ines, who’s like the ballerina version of Hermione Granger.

For the ones who don’t know what I’m talking about, or just wants a reminder, I’m going to make a short resume:

From 1904 to 1905 Russia and Japan were fighting a war; Russia lose it, so people weren’t very happy (they also realize some social classes needed some changes);

The Russian army repressed a manifestation in St. Petersburg (some people want to present a petition to zar Nikolai II);

It started a revolution that lasted two years (1905-1907). After it, the zar was forced to create the Duma (a sort of Parliament). Some historicals think that this was the first step of the 1917 Russian Revolution;

During WWI, the social situation in Russia wasn’t all this good, especially for the factory worker. They all unite under the ideals of Lenin, and it started the October Revolution, which led to the abdication of zar Nikolai II;

Due to some political issue (it started a civil war between the new communist government and people that still wanted the zar) Nikolai Romanov and his family (his wife Alexandra, his four daughter Olga, Tatiana, Maria and Anastasia, and his son Alexei) were took in Siberia and then killed.

So, Lena is a Russian princess: some people think is Nikolai daughter, but since it’s not specificated, let’s say she’s his niece. 

She obviously doesn’t know about Russian nobility fate; so, she still thinks that in Russia there would be a zar, who would be one of Nikolai’s descendants.

She says on more than one occasion that she is a princess, who lives in a palace in Russia.

But the thing is this: I don’t think the old Russian nobility still lives in Russia and has all their old proprieties such as palaces.

So no one (not even the teachers) find strange that Lena goes around saying she’s a princess?

This leads me to the next point: why doesn’t Ines tell Lena about Russia 20th century history?

She knows Lena is from 1905, so she knows why she doesn’t know about it.

If I know that one of my dearest friends is a time traveler from 1900’s Russia (and part of the nobility), one of the first thing I would say to them it would be: “If you ever go back in your century, stay away from Russia! Move to the US and don’t go anywhere else!”.

I understand Ines wouldn’t say that for all the “don’t change the past because you don’t know how it could affect the future” thing, but seriously… Lena always said she wanted to go back! You don’t want to even warn her?

And later, in season 2, Lena said to Max all the truth; and she also said she wanted to go back so she could save Ines.

All Max has to say on it was: “Oh, ok. I’m really sad that you’re leaving, but that’s ok. Let’s create the most transgressive choreography that Paris Opera has ever seen.”.

And I was like… Ehm…hello?? The girl you claim to love just said she wanted to go back at the beginning of a disastrous century!! She’s leading herself into two revolutions and probably her death, but ok, let’s dance through it.

No one there knows anything about 1900’s Russian history?

And besides that, what about the history lessons or the history teacher?

What do they teach students in that school?

Oh, right...

2- Max's family: What happened between Max and Ruben     (Reuben?)? What happened between Armando and his wife? And, more importantly, where is she?

I know that since Lena is the main character, we should be worried about her background story, but really… you can’t throw us some hints about Max's dysfunctional family and then just walk away.

I mean, maybe it’s just me, but I’m still confused about something.

If I get it right (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong):

Ruben is not Armando biological son: he was adopted in Spain;

He was a street boy, who was an extraordinarily talented dancer;

He and Max were inseparable;

At some point, their mum took them to London, where she wanted them to attend a boarding school (Arrow? Harrow?);

Max was accepted, but Ruben wasn’t;

So, Armando took the boy with him to New York (where he presumably worked for the Imperial Ballet) since their mum “can’t take care of him”;

Then something bad happened between the two brothers;

The result was that Max was expelled from his school and his relationship with Ruben was ruined;

Max said that Ruben came to visit him at school and started “acting like himself”: he made something bad, but we don’t know what;

After “breaking his mother’s heart” for being expelled (words from Armando), Max won a sort of scholarship for a European ballet school and chose to go to Paris;

Then, it happens all Lena’s stuff;

At a certain point Ruben comes back in Max life, “stealing” is brother baroque choreography and going at his school (and dancing with his chica);

In a dialogue, we discover that he and Max made a promise, but one of them broke it;

I think it was about not “entering in the other's territory”? Like, Ruben couldn’t go to Max boarding school and Max couldn’t go to a ballet school/found a hip-hop crew? 

I don’t know if I missed something or I just misunderstood things, if you can explain it to me, I’ll be happy to listen. 

Anyway, I have some main question about Max family: 

WHERE IS HIS MUM??

I mean, I assumed she lives in London, her son lives in Paris, it’s like an hour's flight… why she never shows up? 

Not even for his shows at Garnier? Not even when her son injured himself so bad that he ends up in the hospital and had surgery?

Is she dead? Is she ill? Like does she have cancer or something so bad that she couldn’t take a plane to go to visit her hurt son? In that case, I’m sorry for my cruel judgment.

But otherwise…I know that the others character parents never go to visit their children (the only exception were Dash and Thea’s mums), but I think that every parent would have shown up in case their child end up in a hospital.

Is she totally unaffectionate?

Because the quote from Armando: “I took Ruben to NY because he wasn’t admitted at Harrow and your mother couldn’t take care of him” sound pretty bad.

What happened between Max's parents?

I know that married couple living in different city/country due to work isn’t uncommon, so it wouldn’t have bothered me if some word in Max and Armando’s dialogue in season 1 hadn’t been said:

Armando said that his wife decided to take the boys back to London, and it sounded to me like he didn’t totally agree with that decision.

Max said something like “don’t speak about mum” as it hurts listening to his dad talking about his mum.

So, maybe I’m seeing drama everywhere, but it seems to me that something happened with Max's mum and/or between the parents.

My interpretation of that, after seeing that scene, is that Armando and his wife were divorcing, so Mum took her sons and moved to London (without Dad's consent, maybe, it’s sadly common in some difficult divorces). Both the boys were obviously traumatized by that, so Ruben started acting badly (so he wasn’t admitted at school) making his mum desperate and unwilling to take care of him? And maybe Max was angry with his father for leaving mum and them (and after, for taking Ruben to NY and leaving him in a boarding school)? 

Why are Ruben and Max hating each other?

Okay, they’re brothers, but we’re going a little too far, don’t we?

Maybe Max’s a little jealous of Ruben's talent and (again) because he was taken to New York with their father while he was in a British all-male boarding school and blah, blah, blah… okay, we get it.

But Ruben?

Maybe he is jealous because he’s not Armando's biological son? Because he thinks Armando would always choose his “real” son instead of him?

It could be, but I’m totally plotting things on this point

We know that probably Ruben was the reason for Max's expulsion from his old school, and I presume that their parents thought it was Max’s fault, but I don’t think that’s all the story.

I mean, I personally want to know more about this.

In conclusion, dear producers: you can’t just toss at us two brothers that literally want to punch one another without a real explanation and expecting us to just walk away with that.

So…tell me what you think. 

Sorry for the long post, and thanks for reading it! 

[seapandora]

Birthday wishes｜One-Shot

Bucky x female!Reader

A/N: Today is my birthday, so I just wanted to write something cute. I was planning something else entirely for Sunday, but I needed some fluff in my life, thank you very much! Please reblog with your thoughts and like if you enjoyed reading this. Info on a future series will be out very soon so stay tuned! GIF-cred to owner

Warnings: Fluffy, angst, age gap (Buck was born in 1917…), birthdays, age-paranoia

Summary: Reader is celelbrating her birthday, but wll she celebrate it on her own or will her love come home in time?

Words: 1439

August 13th  

Bucky was supposed to be home now, but he had been delayed in Europe. His book had sold more than anyone could ever imagine and he had had to add in dates for book signings. That was why Y/N was sitting alone in their shared bedroom watching some news.

After Steve went back in time Bucky and Sam worked apart from the state for a while. Doing more or less illegal missions, but saving people. After a very heavy mission, Bucky had decided to quit.

The money he had received as a war veteran had helped him buy a house in the suburbs of New York. It was fairly close to Steve and Peggy´s house, where he was often invited for lunch or dinner. A month or two after he moved into the house he adopted a shelter dog. It was a really sweet older dark brown boxer he had adopted. He had named the dog Commando after his former association with the group.

Commando was the sweetest old lady. The shelter had put her at 5 years but the vet Bucky had taken her too had confirmed her age to 7 or 8 years. She was a shy thing and it took her some time to warm up to Bucky but when she did she was the best dog. Commando could anticipate and feel when Bucky was starting to get anxious, and when he did she would curl up close to him.

Six months after that Bucky had met Y/N. She was a recently graduated journalist who free-lanced for different papers. Her latest project was a personal one though. She wanted to make an article about the anniversary of the end of the second world war, and she had her eyes set on Bucky for an interview. An interview he had happily given her.

He had been focused on telling Steves story before Y/N had politely stopped him and asked for his side of the story. She wanted to hear from the Seargent, not the captain. Bucky had been stunned but had started over with his point of view now instead. It was the first time someone had asked for his side of the story rather than him retelling Steves.

The article proved why Y/N had been so adamant about hearing his side of the story. She had already interviewed Steve, and yet the article was focused on Bucky rather than Steve. Reading the article Bucky saw his life in another's eyes. It was beautiful, and it was everywhere.

It gave Y/n the opportunity of becoming an editor while Bucky was approached by several editors who wanted to offer him the best deal to make an autobiography. It wasn’t until Y/N approached him and asked if he would consider it that he said yes.

One thing led to another and two years later, they were now married. The book had taken a long time and a lot of late nights to finish but four months ago it was published. Bucky was sent on a world tour as the face and mentioned author of the book while Y/N stayed behind and dealt with the publicity. She didn’t like traveling a whole lot and Bucky had promised to be home for her birthday.

And yet here she was, not a word from Bucky for the past three to four days. That was weird when you were married, right? Y/N thought so at least. Throughout her life, she had had people leaving her for, in their words, bigger and better things. Of course, her mind had begun to scare her into thinking the worst.

Commando could practically feel the anxiety roll-off Y/N and jumped up on the bed to curl up with one of her owners. It calmed Y/N in two ways. One, she had someone around to sleep beside, and two Bucky would at least have to come back, he wouldn’t leave Commando.

She sighed to herself and turned the sound of the tv as to not disturb Commando. “What do you say Do? Let´s sleep and just get tomorrow over with, eh?” She asked and looked down at the dog who looked back up at her with big eyes. Y/N chuckled and turned to her side turning the light off. She didn’t bother checking her phone since she knew she wouldn’t see anything of importance.

August 14th

Commando woke Y/N up bright and early on Friday that was Y/Ns birthday. Y/N groaned but sat up after just a few seconds. The other side of the bed was as empty as it had been the night before. She sighed and shook her head before she got up and got into some sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

Running always helped Y/N when she was overthinking. She hated running but did it anyway. Of course, Commando came with her, but Y/N´s running was at most a leisurely trot for Commando. They were out for 45 minutes before they came back home to have some breakfast and just enjoy the day.

Y/N could hear her phone go off with notifications in her bedroom but she made no move towards it. She got dog food for Commando before she made herself a cold smoothie. It was supposed to be a hot day so Y/N felt happy about having her exercise for the day done.

She enjoyed her smoothie in the kitchen while looking out the windows of the house. A car pulled up outside but she made no attempt to move. Commando didn’t bother until she heard the door at which point she went flying out to the hall to greet her dad. Y/N stayed behind and finished her smoothie before washing the mug off and putting it in the dishwasher.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her mid-section, one colder than the other. She felt kisses along her neck and shivered. “I don’t get a hug or even a hi?” Bucky asked softly and Y/N could hear the disappointment in his voice. “Yes well, I would expect that if I were you and hadn´t kept in touch for a few days,” Y/N bit back and closed the dishwasher before turning to look at Bucky who now had a deep frown etched onto his stupidly beautiful face.

“I told Steve to tell you I lost my phone!” He said loudly making Y/N flinch a bit. She had always had issues with loud noises and Bucky raising his voice wasn´t an exception. “Has he tried to reach you?” He asked and reached up to pull a hand through his hair. It no longer flowed to his shoulders like it once had but Y/N still liked it.

She frowned now as well and shook her head. “Well, I might have ignored my phone and all that because I didn’t want to feel anxious or stuff.” She mumbled and shied back a bit as if she was afraid. “Christ doll, I´m so sorry. I lost my phone three or four days ago, I hurried home as fast as I could.” He said and reached out taking Y/N´s hands in his own.

He tugged on her gently to pull her closer. That’s when the dam broke for Y/N and she began to sob into Bucky's chest. All of her anxiety was in vain, and she felt stupid for ever thinking Bucky didn’t want to be with her anymore. He had married her for goodness sake. “Please don’t cry doll, I should have figured out a way to reach you,” He mumbled and caressed her hair with his right hand.

Bucky didn’t know how to make it better so instead of trying with more words he picked Y/N up and carried her into the bedroom. Commando followed behind him whining softly. He placed her down on the bed carefully and got in beside her without taking anything off. Of course, he had left his shoes by the door but right now he knew Y/N needed him close. The weighted blanket they had gotten together was by the foot of the bed and he pulled it up over both of them.

Right then and there he promised to never ever be gone for Y/N´s birthday or other important days. Nothing was more important to him than Y/N. He sighed softly and held her close. “Doll I know it´s tough right now, but tell me your birthday wishes, tell me what you want. I´ll give you anything,” he mumbled and kissed her forehead.

“You, just you, that’s all I want and need,” She whispered and buried her head in his neck taking in the safety his arms provided her.

[drunk-poets-society]

Here’s a twist for the ask game: answer them all you needy Bitch

Ok, ok no need to be aggressive. Also get off anon I think I know which one of you sneaky whores is behind this 🤨

crimson: if you could have only one photo or poster on your wall, what would it be?

This scene from Dunkirk

maroon: what role do you play in your group of friends?

Mom

ruby: favourite pre-2000 song?

Like do you mean just the 90s or any era before the 2000s ? I’m guessing the latter. It’s got to be Truly Do by The Fleetwoods

brick red: have you ever been in an abandoned building?

No

merlot: do you have any unusual fears?

No

vermilion: have you ever pulled an all-nighter? if so, tell us about the first time.

Well I just stayed up watching crack!videos of a tv show I had never watched

carnelian: at what point did your life change without you realising?

Too personal soz

burgundy: how often do you make your bed? what do your favourite bedsheets look like?

Often enough. I don’t have any favourites.

red ochre: are you inclined to watch a tv series if a lot of people on the internet are talking about it?

No

garnet: what’s the most expensive thing you own?

My phone

sangria: to what extent do you enjoy sour candy?

Actually quite a whole lot. get me some chupa chups sour belts or bits and they’ll be gone in minutes. I love sour.

cardinal: what is the first song that made you cry?

I don’t cry, for one. But I’ve come close with If I could fly. That song has so many nuances I can dissect it for pages and pages and yeah. It’s just such a work of art.

blood: which of your family members is your favourite?

None

rosewood: have you ever had a penpal? would you like one now?

Yes and absolutely though I can’t guarantee my stuff will reach you but yours sure will reach me.

scarlet: think of your favourite genre. what kind of media in that genre do you prefer - books, films, or tv series?

Can Angst be classified as a genre because everything I watch has a whole lot of angst in it. Be it modern cinema or period drama there’s just lots of angst in there

carmine: do you prefer having or not having a schedule?

Listen. I work best under a schedule but I have an unfortunate inability to make and follow a schedule myself. That’s why my dad and I got along so well. he’d make me do stuff on time and my life was so much better.

persian red: answer with a picture of your dream holiday destination.

strawberry: what album would you love to have on vinyl?

Arctic Monkeys: favourite worst nightmare

claret: talk about a memorable experience on public transport.

Never had one. People here are just boring and simply suck

mahogany: what is your favourite musical instrument, in terms of sound?

Piano. I’m literally in love with Frédéric Chopin like what did u expect

lipstick red: if you could live one day with no one recognising you, what would you do?

Dispatch my annoying neighbours

wine: tell us about your first experience with alcohol.

I’ve had so many it’s difficult to remember which was the first one but I’m told that I handle it very well (bar one time where I drank a little too much)

cherry: thoughts on mainstream music?

Disgusting.

pomegranate: favourite and least favourite fruits?

Every fruit except papaya. Papaya is nasty.

imperial: what film, in your opinion, has the best cinematography and/or special effects?

I am very biased so of course I will say it’s either Dunkirk or inception or 1917

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                                     The Dracula Bunch 

                (A Crack/Parody Dragatha One-Shot)

Summary: A crack/parody one shot that takes place in 1917. In which Dracula and Agatha have nine children together and Agatha learns she is pregnant with their tenth. Family fun ensues.

Words: 1,702 *COMPLETE* 

Ship: Dracula/Agatha

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A/N: Hi! Welcome to the crack/parody fic in which Dracula and Agatha have nine kids and Agatha learns she’s pregnant with their tenth. @mitsukatsu and I were joking about the idea and I had to write it! If there are any plot holes it’s okay because it’s a crack fic! Not associated with MV, I just felt like using Sorina's and Ivan's names. Also all names are other Romanian or Dutch! Enjoy! Feedback is greatly loved and appreciated! And the name “Dumitra” is a girl’s name that literally means “The Demeter”!-Jen

                                   The Dracula Bunch                              Whitby, England, 1917

"And you're sure? Positively, absolutely sure?"

Dracula watched as his wife paced to and fro in their room, her usually neatly done hair in quite a mess. Her brows were knitted tight together as a deep set frown graced her fair features. Agatha was stressed. No. No, she was quite sure she was about to have a panic attack.

"I've gone through eight pregnancies and given birth to nine children, I know what the symptoms are." The former nun exhaled heavily, finally turning to face him. "I know without a doubt that I am pregnant."

Pregnant. Again. Christ-not that he believed there was one, but he was going to have a tenth child. The both of them were. Dracula pinched the brim of his nose, and closed his eyes. He had to hold it together. For Agatha's sake. But while he desired a big family, unlike his wife, never had they envisioned nine children, much less ten.

"But I thought you were tracking your cycle. I thought you said it was okay to have sex when we did."

Agatha wound around, her eyes dark. "Don't you DARE turn this around on me, Count Dracula! You are just as guilty as I am. It takes two," she over exaggeratedly motioned at her stomach. "For conception to occur! So I advise you not to point your clawed finger at me. My hormones are unpredictable!"

Before Dracula could defend his actions, suddenly something smacked against the outside of their bedroom door. Or someone. Without skipping a beat, the sound of crying started and both parents looked at one another.

"Starlene," they both sighed in unison.

Agatha hurried to the door and opened it gently. The three year old stood there, tears streaming down from her bright blue eyes to her cheeks. On her forehead was a visible bump where she had smacked into the wood. Exhaling softly, the mother picked up her daughter, Starlene's arms wrapping around Agatha's neck.

"Star," she murmured, rubbing the girl's back. "What have Mummy and Daddy said about running around in the castle? You could really hurt yourself. Are you okay?"

"I bumped my head." he blubbered, hiding her face in Agatha's shoulder. "Victor was chasing me!"

Dracula's nostrils flared at his toddler's statement. Of course the older boys were rough-housing. Ignoring Agatha's insistence for him to stay back, he strode out of the room with the intent of finding both of his sons. Sometimes they could be really block-headed-Agatha claiming it was from his side of the family. Out of all nine of his children, Ivan and Victor took after him the most-especially the latter. He couldn't help but wonder if he was like this as a teenager those many centuries ago.

"Ivan!" Dracula called out sternly, looking around. "Victor?!"

Something crumbled, sending a few small stones and dust that landed on the vampire's head. Dracula closed his eyes, counting back from ten before opening them once more to glance up. On the ceiling, hanging like the bat, were both boys. Meeting his father's stare, Ivan gave him a sheepish grin before flipping back onto the ground. Victor followed suit.

"Mind telling me why you were chasing your baby sister?" Dracula inquired, arms folded over his chest. "She's just a baby. You two are nearly adults."

"Emma's a baby," Victor corrected, leaning against the wall. "Star wanted to play hide-and-go seek and we didn't see a problem with it. She's big enough to join in. And very good at it too." Ivan nodded in agreement. "Anyway, I stopped chasing her long ago. I picked up on someone else's trail."

"Dumitra, it's against the rules to shape-shift! I can smell you from a mile away! Come on out before I drag you out," Ivan yelled, cupping his hands over his mouth. "I can play just as dirty!"

As Dracula opened his mouth to condemn the action, his eldest son morphed into a large black wolf. With a loud howl that the vampire could almost swear shook the castle, he took off. No running. Was that such a hard rule to follow? It wasn't like he and Agatha ever asked much.

"Where's your sister?" The Count asked, turning back to his other son.

"Which one?" Victor scoffed, cocking an eyebrow. "I've got seven."

"Soon it could be eight." Dracula thought to himself, the idea of another child coming along seeming so surreal. Could they really manage another? "Sorina," he replied. "Where is she?"

"In Luna's and Willa's room, I think," Victor answered with a shrug. "They somehow talked her into playing dolls. At least, that's what she was doing half an hour ago while you and Mum were…" he quickly stopped himself. "You know what? I don't think I want to know what you guys were doing. Can I go now?"

"Just...no running please." Dracula sighed for the umpteenth time that day. "I have enough to deal with when it comes to your mother right now. The last thing I need is something to happen to one of you nine." Or ten.

Luna and Willa had both been a surprise. Not just because they were born after both Dracula and Agatha agreed they were done having kids, but because the girls were twins. Honestly, they did suspect something was up during Agatha's pregnancy. But when she went into labor and delivered Luna, only to then give birth to Willa minutes later, it was still rather shocking. Going from five to seven kids in a single day… Christ, let this baby be only one.

"No, Luna! That's my dolly!"

Dracula peered through a crack in the door to see Sorina sitting cross legged on the floor, both girls at either side. Willa was pouting, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Arguing over a simple toy, he'd never understand it. Knocking on the wood, he stepped inside, all three pairs of eyes landing on him.

"Papa!" Willa proclaimed, hurrying to her feet. "Luna took my doll!"

"Nuh uh! I had it first!" Her twin declared, hugging the toy close. "'Sides, she's my dolly! Right, Riri?! Right?!"

Sorina's jaw set in an expression of frustration. Clearly, both girls had over exhausted her with this silly argument. "Willa, there is a doll just like that one in the toy chest," she said. "It looks just like the one that Luna has. I promise." Willa still seemed unconvinced, so her older sister stood up and went to the box. Within seconds of opening it, she found the toy and presented it. "See?"

The scowl faded from Willa's face as she left her father's side and quickly snatched the doll away from Sorina. Now pleased, she went back and sat beside her twin. As the girls began to make the two toys converse, Dracula gently took his daughter by her arm and led her out of ear shot.

"I need to talk to you about something." He began, almost unable to meet her eyes. "It's about your mother."

"What's wrong?" The halfling asked, searching her father's features for answers. "Is Mum okay?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Yes, she's fine...she's…"

"She's pregnant again, isn't she?"

Dracula and Sorina both turned to see Mila standing there, Emma happily babbling in her arms. A look of horror spread across the oldest girl's face as she looked from her younger sister and back to her father. When Dracula didn't deny the statement, Sorina covered her face with one hand.

"Really, Dad?! Another one?!" She groaned, leaning against the wall. "Mum's pregnant again?!"

"It was...unexpected," Dracula agreed. "But then again, most of you were!"

"That's not what you should say to someone to make them feel better," Mila snorted, shaking her head. Evidently, she was somewhat enjoying her eldest sister's frustration. "I dunno, maybe another baby would be good. What do you think, Emma?" She bounced the infant in her arms. "Maybe this time it will be triplets-."

"Don't say it!" Sorina cut in. "I'm going to tell you now, Dad, I am NOT babysitting. Mila, congratulations, you've just been promoted!" Grumbling to herself, she pushed past her father, making her way down the hallway.

"Don't mind her," Mila sighed. "Ivan broke her hairbrush by hitting Victor in the head with it today. She's just moody. She'll come around." Dracula blinked as the girl pressed the baby into his arms. "I better find Dumitra. I'm pretty sure she shifted into a bat and got stuck in one of the crevices. You know how she is."

The vampire watched as his daughter hurried down the hall, morphing midair into an elegant, long winged bat. Adjusting a gurgling Emma in his arms, he made his way back to the bedroom. When he entered, he took notice of Starlene fast asleep against Agatha, who currently sat in a rocking chair.

"Hey," he murmured.

"Hello," Agatha's eyes cast downwards towards their child. "Did you have a talk with the boys?"

"As best I could," he admitted. "And I broke the news to Sorina...well, Mila beat me to it."

"Well?" She ventured, careful not to jostle the toddler. "What did she say?"

"She's not happy about it."

"Oh."

He hated it when Agatha was disappointed. Or just upset in general. Dracula cleared his throat, trying to find the right words.

"Don't worry, she'll come around. She always has in the past, right?"

"It isn't her I'm concerned about." Agatha looked up to her husband, her expression one of concern. "Do you want this baby?"

He was taken aback by her question. Until that moment, he hadn't really thought about it. But then again, he hadn't really considered any of his children an option. Sure, maybe he and Agatha had planned for maybe two or three, but all nine of them-soon to be ten-he'd give the world. Dracula offered her a reassuring smile.

"We've managed not to kill any of our nine yet. What's one more?"

Agatha beamed, clearly comforted by the confirmation in his words. "What's one more?"

Suddenly, there came a loud crashing sound from down the hall followed by angry shouts. Agatha and Dracula looked at each other and sighed. Round ten here they come.