Bucky Who Can’t Quite Seem To Get Over The Fact He Can Pick Up Mjolnir Even Though It’s Been A Good

WHY WRITERS ARE HUMAN CATS:

always napping

will hiss if disturbed

kinda introverts 

but also crave attention

Wisdom Teeth and Too Small T-Shirts (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: “10 and 13 from the prompt list with Peter, pretty please????” + “#10 please”

#10: “There is no way I’m going out in public with you looking like that.”

#13: “Hey is that my shirt?”

Summary: When you became Peter’s girlfriend you knew you would have to put up with a lot of things: crazy supervillians, missed dates, late assignments, etc. but you never anticipated that your hardest challenge to date would be something not related to his hero persona at all, but just getting home from the dentist.

“Vhat the hmck.” Peter struggled against the seatbelt that you had just buckled for him. He had just gotten his wisdom teeth out and his speech was pretty impaired by the cotton in his mouth. While it was extremely cute, you focused on the task at hand; getting Peter to keep still and keep his seatbelt on. You were supposed to drive him home and take care of him for a bit while Aunt May was at work and you had openly accepted the job, getting to witness whatever crazy stuff Peter said would be super funny and cute, you just hadn’t anticipated how crazy.

“(Y/N)!” Peter yelled. “Vhere err ooh?” 

“Peter I’m right here. I just walked around the car to get in.” You giggled as you got in the driver’s seat and buckled yourself. You began to back out when Peter screamed and you pressed the brake to the floor.

“Oh my gosh! Peter what?” You looked at him in the rearview mirror. 

He yawned and shrugged. “I just felt like I needed to do that.” You closed your eyes in exasperation. Maybe this wouldn’t be as cute as you thought. 

Once you got on the road you heard Peter rummaging around in the back of your car. You ignored it because of the heavy traffic and hoped he wasn’t causing too much trouble. When you looked up you snorted in surprise. 

“Hey is that my shirt?” Somehow Peter had taken off his own shirt and put on one of your extras that you had kept in the back of your car. It was obviously much too small for him and had a print from a Disney movie on it. 

“No.” He jutted out his chin stubbornly. “This is my shirt.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his look of surprise when he looked down and noticed the shirt didn’t cover his stomach. He looked so ridiculous you couldn’t help it.

“Oh Peter.” You giggled. “What am I going to do with you?” 

“Kiss me probably,” He winked before laughing himself while you just rolled your eyes. He continued to make comments as he reached into your bag and pulled out your tiny makeup bag. 

“Peter no.” You tried to look at him again as you simultaneously tried to turn the corner and avoid an oncoming car that had swerved into your lane. 

“Peter yes.” He answered you as he began to put eyeliner on his nose. You gave up and focused on the road. Once you got home you’d be able to give him the attention he obviously needed.

Soon you were parked in the apartment lot and you finally looked at Peter. 

“I can’t believe you.” You couldn’t stop laughing at how funny your boyfriend looked. You were pretty sure that lipstick was on his eye lids, and matched with the tiny shirt he sure was a sight to see. Peter began giggling because you were laughing. 

“How do I look?” You just shook your head and grabbed the bag away from him, still chuckling. 

Peter went to open his door but it was stuck. “Why won’t it open?” He asked you innocently. You smirked as Peter struggled against the child locks that you had activated as soon as you both had gotten in the car. 

“I’m sorry Peter, but there is no way I’m going out in public with you looking like that.”

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Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

Healing Wounds

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 3661

Warning: Strong cliches (miscommunication, bed sharing, etc.)

Summary: You and Mr. Metal Arm are ex-friends, but a mission leaves you stranded and you’re forced to stay in a motel room together. The catch? There’s only one bed.

Notes: why are my stories so long compared to everyone else’s?

if you have a request, my requests are open! also, if you want a part two to this (for some odd reason??? it’s a standalone, but if you like the personality of the reader, i guess) let me know!

Exhaustion plagued your body, but you kept a stern expression and marched on, despite being fairly slow. Bucky trudged along next to you, but you could tell he was slowing his pace down to match yours. The both of you were in the middle of nowhere, having gone on a mission with no extraction team. You were somewhere in America, at least you knew that, and the both of you were walking through a forest. It could be worse as you could have ended up in Arizona or somewhere ridiculously hot. The temperature in the forest was slightly warm for your tastes, especially due to all the gear you were wearing.

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Frozen For A Lifetime (Bucky x Reader)

(Gif credit to owner)

Fandom: Marvel

Character: Bucky Barnes

Persona: Female

Word Count: 696

Request: imagine Bucky and the reader saying goodbye at the end of the film when it will be frozen,she kisses him and Bucky is surprised then she asks"My God ’ve gone too far? “and he kisses her back and whispering "no”. 

Today was a sad day. It marked the beginning of change: a time where superheroes could no longer be superheroes unless they were commanded by the government and a time were those who didn’t sign up were outlaws.

You felt guilty; you, Steve and Bucky were the only ones from your team who were able to escape. The others were being held in some secret location. Clint was unable to see his family, Wanda was being held in a straight-jacket once again, Sam and Scott were also there. But here you were with Steve and Bucky, feeling extremely selfish as you cried tears for the soldier. You should be in one of those cells with them.

You furiously rubbed at your eyes as you felt a couple more tears trickle down your cheeks, you didn’t want either of the men to see you crying, you knew it would only make things harder for Bucky.

“Hey”, Bucky called out softly when he heard you sniffle. You lifted up your head and spotted the blue eyes staring at you. “It’s for the best, right Steve?” the Winter Soldier looked over to his old best friend who could only managed to nod his head curtly. “I can’t trust my mind, this is the safest thing for everyone”, although Bucky was right, it still didn’t make it any easier for you to let him go, but you smiled.

“I know”, you said softly. You walked towards Bucky and Steve, zoning out as they said their goodbyes. You wanted to argue with Bucky, to beg him not to go back under the ice, to plead that there must be another way. Yet how could you convey these thought without expressing your own selfish desire? That you didn’t want him to go back under because you needed him, you were in love with him. 

“(Y/N)?” Bucky’s voice pulled you out of your daydreams. “Hmm?” you hummed out. “I was saying goodbye, but I guess you didn’t hear my heartfelt speech”, he laughed which made you and Steve laugh too. The noise was like music to your ears and in the heat of the moment, you couldn’t help yourself.

Your legs moved on their own accord, as did your hands as they grabbed Bucky’s face. Your lips slammed against his desperately. As quickly as the kiss had happened, you ripped your face away from his. “I-I’m s-sorry”, you stammered out in embarrassment. It wasn’t the first time you two shared a kiss, whilst fighting against the act you both shared lots of passionate moments with each other unbeknownst to the team.

You looked down to the floor, “My God, have we gone too far?”, you whispered. 

You felt a hand grip the bottom of your chin, it forced you to look up and meet the loving blue eyes you found comfort in, although today you could clearly see the sadness in them. 

“No”, Bucky replied as his hand caressed your cheek, then in a flash his lips were against yours. The surrounding doctors and nurses let you have your time together, Prince T’Challa even stopped the doctor once to let you share the kiss a couple of moments longer but eventually all good things have to come to an end.

Bucky rested his forehead against yours as the kiss ended, “You’ll wait for me won’t you?”, he asked hoping that your answer would be yes. “Of course, I’d wait forever if I had too”, you answered feeling fresh tears prickle in your eyes.

“I’ll come back to you when I’m better”, Bucky said pulling his head away from yours, he stroked your hair for the last time and made a mental note of how soft it was. “And I’ll be waiting right by you”.

With one last kiss to your forehead Bucky walked towards the big machine in which he’d be frozen in. Nobody knew how long he’d been in there but he hoped that you’d still be around when he came out of it. You watched with Steve as the Winter Soldier’s blue eyes closed, he almost looked like he was in a peaceful sleep. 

Captain America held you as you cried.

whether you loved the game or hated it the attention to symbolism and synergy and motif in the story are fucking outstanding. they really do be making you feel some type of way. so imma ramble about the ones i think are great

The guitar:

the biggest symbol of love i have ever seen, its what connects joel and ellie past their complicated relationship and the repeat of future days is a motif at its bloody finest.

but guitar is also a symbol of ellies love for dina take on me and ecstasy are both such intimate moments that elude into a deep care between the two. as well as dina being ellies “groupie” and following her to seattle until she says she cant do it again and ellie must come to her is *chef kiss*

the guitar at the end is broken with her fingers gone but despite it all the tune is still there. despite all joels done and all ellies done the love between father and daughter is still there. and she forgives him and “lets him go” to live her life (assumedly in jackson)

The coins

nice and simple abby and ellie are two sides of the same coin. they are very similar people inside. just at different points in their revenge cycle. abby gets revenge on joel and the guilt does something to her and its jot until she spare ellie (ahem breaks the cycle) that she is able to truly move on. whereas with ellie she is haunted by her actions in her quest for revenge but objectively is able to heal once she lets abby go and breaks the cycle

another parallel between ellie and abby that i loved is that ellie loves spcae and the stars while abby is afraid of heights. ellie is quick and fast and stealthy. where abby is upfront and stong. (also the use of the dolly zoom from whenever you looked down from a height as abby had me in genuine awe)

The knife

loosing the knife in the abby fight was literally a letting go of the past and is LITERALLY a symbol of how ellie is done fighting. and one that makes me feel very emotional

also the shot of levs black converse (ellies iconic style) in the beginning of the santa barbara scene is brilliant synergy with the first game. abby and lev are just like joel and ellie and it shows how in the time between they now have that parental love that joel and ellie had

The moth in the journals

i know gross and druckmann said something about how the tattoo is a symbol of searching for the light/finding hope which YES. but also in the journals you see the drawing become more scribbled and less detailed the more ellie looses herself. which i thought was cool its very indicative of her mental state when writing.

ellies songs in the journals also get less and less frequent throughout the game as ellie looses herself and get replaced with information, names adresses faces. and only cone back at the end of the game with that poem about if dina and jj would still love her for what she is now. (gristle and bone/would i poison them)

ALSO DINAS BRACELET

a sign of love and luck and protection

ellie takes it off when she goes to santa barbara she feels she has lost it she doesn’t deserve it in her journal her regret of leaving dina and jj is crystal fucking clear but it was something that she had to do to successfully move on and start to heal. in the empty house she wears it again this is a symbol of hope and shows that when she returns to jackson the love will be there waiting for her

ANYWAY I RAMBLED BUT I LOVE THIS GAME AND I LOVE ITS WRITING IT MAKES YOU FEEL EXACTLY HOW IT NEEDS YOU TO. AND PLEASE ADD IF YOU THINK I MISSED ANY

There’s a War On (Steve x Reader)

#37: “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

and #50: “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong”

Per request of @carleyynicole Hope you like it, I’m so sorry for the super long wait!

A/N: This does NOT contain Civil War spoilers!

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You pressed your back against the rough bark of a thick tree as you tried to calm your heavy breathing. The shade from the trees above you did nothing to keep the hot July sun from overheating your skin and leaving you dehydrated. 

“(Y/N)!” You jumped in shock as the comm in your ear startled you back into reality. You had been running for a while and hadn’t heard nor seen any of your fellow Avengers in what felt like ages. It came as no surprise that Tony was the one frantically hissing in your ear. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“You know damn well what I’m doing!” You were still slightly out of breath, but thankfully your comment still packed a punch. 

“You mean going rogue?! Stick to the plan!” 

“I know you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it.”

“I have got to stop letting you spend so much time with Fury,” Tony sighed in frustration. You could practically hear his eyes rolling. “And it is not a stupid plan! Now get back here before you get shot!”

“I already told you I’m not coming back! Stick to your plan if you want to, but I’ll have no part of it!”

There was silence for a few moments. You couldn’t tell if he had given up or if he was on his way to drag you back by the ear. 

“(Y/N)… Be careful okay? I love you. No matter what.” The sincerity in his voice touched your heart. It was a tone you rarely heard from Tony especially in such a high stress situation like this. 

“Yeah dad. I love you too.”

~~~

You stayed behind the tree for a few more minutes before moving on and continuing to dart around the forest. It was bright as ever, but minus the random comm messages you would get from your team throughout the day it was mostly silent. 

It had been about an hour and a half since you last heard anything when your dad started talking again, this time with an edge of defeat and sadness lacing his tone. “(Y/N)? Do you copy?”

“Dad what’s wrong?” You could feel your stomach drop at his tone and a chill run through your body despite the blistering heat. 

“I know you didn’t want to be a part of this fight. I’m sorry that I dragged you into this, but your the only one left. (Y/N)…. I’ve been hit.” You let your head hang down as you screwed your eyes shut willing the last few words out of your dads lips to be a lie. “I… I know you love him but Steve has to be stopped. It’s for the best.” Hearing your dad say Steve’s name made your heart clench as you knew what you had to do.

“Dad you know I-”

“I can’t talk anymore (Y/N). Make me proud.” And with that last interruption Tony was gone. You were all alone in the forest. Well not alone. Out there somewhere was the man you loved. A man who needed to be stopped if everything was going to be okay.

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It took you about a half hour to find Steve standing in a large clearing. His feet were spread, his shoulders squared, and his gun held tightly in his hands. The breeze pushed his golden hair gently to the side and the bright sun caused his eyes to squint in order to see. He looked like a god, but you knew what he was capable of. 

You were crouched behind a bush debating what to do when your father’s last words echoed in your mind. ‘Make me proud’. Nodding to yourself as encouragement you stood up, gun ready to fire, and faced the blonde haired, blue eyed super soldier. 

“Drop your weapon Steve!” Your voice was calm and even. Nothing like the quivering mess you felt like on the inside. 

Steve’s lips tugged minutely at the corners as his bright eyes met yours. “I should have known it was going to be a Stark at the end. A Stark started this so it’s only fitting a Stark tries to finish it.” 

“Tries to?” You quirked an eyebrow at his statement. “I’ve got you cornered babe.”

“True. But we both know you can’t do it (Y/N).”

There was a short pause as you took in his words before scoffing out a short “You wish,” and pulling the trigger on your gun.

Steve’s face turned to shock as the bullet hit him square in the chest. He fell dramatically to the ground clutching his wound and gasping out your name.

You rolled your eyes at his behavior before walking over to Steve and looking down at his now dirt covered form. “C’mon Steve get up. You’re getting all dirty.”

“I can’t. My fiancee just shot me in the chest and I’m dying.” Steve had on a puppy dog face and you knew exactly what was coming.

“You want me to kiss it all better don’t you?”

“Yes please,” Steve’s goofy smile brought one to your face as well as you held out your hand to help him up. When he was finally back on his feet you gave him a quick peck on the lips and started walking back towards the Avengers Base.

“Hey!” Steve called, picking up his dropped gun and walking after you. “You shot your own fiance in the chest and that’s the only get better kiss you’re gunna give him?”

“Steve you probably didn’t even feel that nerf bullet!” You chuckled at your fiance’s antics as he scoffed before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for another kiss. 

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t shoot me.” Steve moved his arm to drape across your shoulders while you let yours hug him around his waist. You were still making your way back to the base. You were sure by this point the rest of your teammates were getting antsy to see who came home victorious.

“Well you said I couldn’t and you know it’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

“Yeah I probably shouldn’t have done that.” 

“Nope.”

“You know your dad is going to hold this over my head for the rest of our lives rights?”

“Awww. Probably.”

“Well at least it wasn’t over anything important…”

You halt in your tracks giving Steve an incredulous look. “Nothing important? Steven Grant Rogers you and my father just dragged every last one of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes into the forest to shoot each other with nerf guns as a way to decide who got to play their Spotify album in the gym. If you don’t care next time don’t make me spend so much time running around the damned forest!” You gave a huff as you detached yourself from his side and started walking faster towards the base.

“Aw c’mon babe! Don’t be like that! I’m sorry! I love you!”

You threw up your hand, middle finger waving proudly as your muttered to yourself. “Next time those two want to butt heads they better not try to drag my ass into it.”

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What I wish Civil War had actually been… Hope you guys liked it!(: 

Requests, ships, and preferences are open!

Careful - Tony Stark x (f)Reader

Words: 1241 Pairing: Tony Stark x (f)Reader Featuring: Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Natasha Romanoff Warnings: none? Requested by @floralpeaceofmind “Can you please write sad/fluffy imagine with Tony Stark where y/n is pregnant but didn’t tell Tony so she can fight with them and gets hurt? I’ll let the end to your imagination. Thank you:)” Author’s Note: flufffffff yay! Is it just me, or has Tumblr seemed really dead lately? The imagine tags and notes are really weird, people I usually see get a ton of notes only a few minutes after they post are barely getting any after an hour, it’s weird. Oh well! Here’s a Tony imagine!

Masterlist.

You scrolled through the photos on your phone, smiling at every one you came across, reminding you of the good times.

Wanda and you just liked to do this when you two hung out. This time it was your turn, and the topic was your boyfriend. It made you happy, yet sad. Afraid that after a few days, it could all potentially be ending.

“First date.” You told her as you came across one of the first photos you had of Tony.

“Romantic or not?” She asked.

“It was, really awkward.” You laughed, remembering the night. Tony had asked you out twice before. The first time, you turned him down because you knew how much of a playboy he was. Second time, you were afraid that the only reason he was talking to you was because he knew of what you could do and only wanted to recruit you. (Plot twist, he didn’t even know you had your power. He just really liked you.) Third time, you said yes, just to give him a shot. And after the awkwardness left, you two hit it off. And have been going strong for two years.

“What about this one?” Wanda picked another photo.

“It was my birthday.” You said. “He tried to embarrass me as much as he could, it was sweet, yet I was suffering.” You said.

“You guys have a good relationship. What is this?”

“This is when we worked on the renovated Stark Tower.” You explained. “We felt that we needed to capture the moment.” You said, talking about a photo a sneaky AI took of you guys kissing in front of fireworks. It’s one of your favorites.

“Give me a minute.” Wanda stood up and smiled, heading to the bathroom. Man, you had missed these days, especially now all that you do is worry.

“Um,” Wanda said as she walked out a minute later. “I know this is not not mine and Natasha cannot possibly have this happen…” Wanda held up a pregnancy test and you swore at yourself.

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