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Tati//P.M

//Tati= Daddy//

//Dragostea Mea= My Love\

//printesa= Princess\

//Voi sparge-o= I’ll break it down\

//Sunt însărcinată= I’m pregnant\

~The reader finds out she’s pregnant with Pietro’s baby before the fight with Ultron~

(A/N: Let’s all imagine Pietro and Wanda both lived in the tower long before the battle to keep this imagine some what realistic)

(Disclaimer: In this Pietro and The reader are speaking Romanian because i took inspiration from some other Pietro imagines and a lot of them were using Romanian, i also think the language is beautiful. I don’t speak Romanian so for the sake of this imagine i used google translate so if some of the words don’t actually translate well, i apologize) 

Warnings: light swearing, vomit, sadness

word count: 1, 676

4 weeks. 4 weeks since the day mother nature should have given you her monthly gift, usually you would brush it off as stress or just the fact that your period was naturally irregular but with the agonizing back ache and headaches you were becoming slightly suspicious. Your mind slowly drifted to Pietro and how your relationship still hadn’t been clarified or shared to the group, were you even in a relationship or just friends with benefits..amazing benefits. You slowly shuffled out of bed, quickly swallowing an aspirin from your night stand that had become your best friend over the past week. Just as the pill slipped down your throat a violent urge to vomit ripped through you as you bolted to the en suit lurching over the toilet as you emptied the contents of your stomach. Groans left your lips as the vile taste settled in your mouth, this is all you needed to confirm your suspicions..well this and a pregnancy test.

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Omg so cooool

MCU + 2019 calendar. End of an era.

A Surprise Pride and Prejudice Engagement

(Note: This isn’t me)

Caught (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Bucky catches the reader singing in the kitchen.

Word Count: 700ish

Warnings: a few swears?

(M/f/n) = male friend’s name

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You and Bucky shared a floor in the tower and were quite close. He’d come home late from a mission yesterday so you assumed he’d be sleeping in late. So you took the opportunity to bake him a bunch of cakes and biscuits.

During your baking, you FaceTimed one of your friends (m/f/n) and you played cheesy love songs which the two of you were singing along to.

Bucky walked down the hallway very early on in the playlist, while you were singing loudly to “Careless Whisper” by George Michael. He’d decided to stay quiet and hidden to see what you were up to without scaring you.

He’d managed to not be caught for at least half an hour, listening to terrible renditions of songs like “Every Breath You Take” or “I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing” and he’d only just managed to stifle his laughter at your ridiculous singing and dancing to “Take My Breath Away” from the Top Gun film you’d made him watch a few weeks back.

About halfway through “I’ll Make Love To You” you pointed at your iPhone to your friend as you sang the chorus. Bucky craned his neck to see what you were pointing at and his heart dropped when he saw you’d been FaceTiming a guy this whole time, and that all those songs were probably aimed at him.

He sighed as he began to walk away and his disappointment made his presence known to you, “Bucky! You’re awake!” You ran up and hugged him and he forced a smile.

“Hey, what’s with the fake smile mister?” You could see right through him.

“I’m just tired from yesterday, (y/n), I’m alright.”

“Well that’s why I made you all this!” You spread out your arms and gestured to all the cakes and cookies that were cooling on the counter.

“Ah thanks (y/n).” He hugged you.

“You don’t seem very surprised about it.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Well-uh… I may have been watching you singing and dancing for a while now.” He said with a small smile - genuine this time.

Your jaw dropped, “Ah fuck, how long exactly?” You asked, hoping for a good reply.

He thought for a second before replying, “Umm, the first song I remember was George Michael.”

You grabbed your laptop and looked at the playlist. “Shit, that was like 40 minutes ago. Oh god this is embarrassing.” You put your face in your hands before a voice spoke up, “I’m still here you know.”

“Oh shit, sorry (m/f/n). I’ll talk to you later okay, I need to gather up my dignity. I’m never gonna dance again.” And you mentally cursed your choice of words when you heard Bucky murmur ‘my guilty feet have got no rhythm’.

“Alright, no worries, speak later.” He spoke and you hung up.

“Who’s that?” Bucky asked, expecting the worst.

“Oh that’s just my friend from my old work. Cheesy love songs are kinda our thing.” You smiled to yourself and then looked up at Bucky, who looked a lot happier than before.

“What’s perked you up all of a sudde-?” You asked before being cut off by his lips on yours.

You broke apart for air. “I thought he was your boyfriend and that’s why you were singing those songs.”

“God no, we’re just really close friends.” You said through giggles.

“Good.” Bucky smiled before kissing you again before an obnoxious beeping sounded in the room.

“Oh fuck, the gingerbread is burning.” You ran to the oven to take them out and put them on a cooling rack.

You sauntered back over to Bucky, “where were we?” And you began to kiss again.

“Ah yes! Food! Thanks for telling me FRIDAY!” You pulled apart as Tony practically shrieked as he entered the kitchen and went to pick up a gingerbread before dropping it and squealing at the heat of it.

“Hands off Tony! They’re for Bucky.” You snapped and he stepped back.

“What, all of it?” He asked with puppy dog eyes.

“Yep. Now get lost.”

“But (y/n).” He whined, drawling out your name.

“If I let you take a rack of cookies, will you leave us alone for a little while.” Bucky offered.

“Yes! Definitely! Wait, why do you wanna be left alo- oh gross!” He looked in disgust and picked up a rack and sprinted off.

You both giggled and carried on with no more interruptions.

I’m declaring it now. 2020 is going to be the year where we all unironically, whole-heartedly throw ourselves into our passions.

You like Hazbin Hotel? That’s awesome! Make your Alastor theories and ship every couple under the sun. Make fan art, write fic, speculate for the rest of the season. Don’t let tumblr’s cancel culture make you lose your interest.

You’re still superwholock? That’s banging. So much of us are struggling with disconnecting and distancing ourself from the things we used to love, bc of an unfortunate combination of peer pressure and mental illness. The fact that you’re still creating and consuming content is amazing. Keep at it.

You like “cliche” or “overrated” musicals? Of course you do! Shows like Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, Heathers, Be More Chill, Beetlejuice, and Anastasia are popular for a reason, and you clearly understand the craze. In 2020 may you continue to discover new musicals (I recommend Next to Normal and In the Heights, personally) but never lose your love for the musicals that made you love Broadway.

Cringe culture is dead. I’m killing it now. Life is too damn short to be ashamed of the things you like, or to let other people make you feel bad for liking it. The world needs more radiance and positivity.

In 2020, write the fic. Draw the art. Listen to kpop and Taylor Swift and dance around your room. Engage (kindly) with your favorite creators, spread love, and make fandom a fun experience again.

Hi tumblr people!

Tlou s2e2 hit so hard it teleported me back to high school. I started drawing again (which after traumatic expierience with art school is a big win for me yay!)

I know this doesn’t even resemble Pedro (somehow it reminds me more of Joel from the games. How? I don’t have the slightest idea 😂). Should I add more moths or leave it with only white? It will be a diptych with Ellie with fern and moths. The whitest part is made in Posca markers. I tried to save it by adding more in soft pastel to mute it a little but well… let’s just say I went with the flow and here we are. What should I change? What can I add? Pls be gentle 🫣 also I’m adding my reference (Photoshoot from Esquire April 2023)

Real

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky writes a list on how not to lose you and you find it in the back pocket of his jeans. Requested by anonymous, a fic based on the song Tell Her You Love Her by Echosmith.

Words: 1.6k+

Warnings: Nightmare (just one, brief). It’s all fluff here, folks!

A/N: I wrote this on my iPad on iNotes lololol. Thank you thank you thank you to my bae @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping me out when I was stuck. Without you, this fic wouldn’t have happened. Hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think :):):)

Bucky had a hard time readjusting when Steve brought him to the tower merely 2 years after he had chosen to go back under, despite being constantly reassured that the only reason Steve had brought him back was because he was confident in new technology that could help reset Bucky’s mind. And it had done the job well. Simple words could no longer trigger the super soldier. But there was nothing they could do for his memories. Those would stay for as long as they wanted. He was plagued by nightmares, but he eventually found solace. In you.

It was an accident, really, how it all started. You were just heading down to the gym on a restless night when you heard grunts and pleas coming from behind his door. At the time, he was still adjusting to being around so many new people. He would mostly hang out with Steve, but when Steve wasn’t around he kept to himself. Never being outright rude or impolite, just quiet. So when you heard him struggling on your way to the gym, you made a split second decision to open the door, the urgency of his pleas leaving no time for you to second guess what you were about to do. When you got to his bedroom, you didn’t even bother knocking, you just opened the door and ran to him. His eyes were shut tight, sweat beading on his forehead, his arms gripping the sheets as his whole body thrashed against the mattress. You were careful but urgent in your attempts to wake him up, his screams of pain growing too much for you to bear. So you slowly placed a hand on his forehead and whispered his name. His face scrunched up in confusion, little lines forming between his eyebrows, but his eyes stayed shut and his breathing was still erratic. So you repeated his name over and over again, gradually raising your voice, until his body relaxed and his eyes finally fluttered open. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion before a flicker of recognition flitted across his eyes and he finally registered who was sitting on the bed next to him. You slowly lifted your palm from his forehead and started running your fingers through his damp hair. You stayed like that, gazes never breaking, until his breathing completely calmed. “You okay?” You kept your voice low so as not to frighten him. He nodded slowly and your lips lifted into a gentle smile before you got up from where you were perched on the bed and started making your way to his bedroom door. Before you could leave his room though, he called out your name. Turning around, your eyes met his once more, “Yeah?” A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. A real smile though, not the forced polite ones he’d given everyone on the team when he first arrived. “Thank you, [Y/N]”

After that night you two slowly grew more comfortable around each other until eventually he started confiding in you. About the things he’d done, the nightmares that plagued him, his fears. And when he finally did get more comfortable with your presence, a side of him came out that you could only assume was akin to what he was like in the 40’s. Playful, funny and charming. Somewhere along the line, you had completely fallen. He had been through so much and yet he had come out of it the kindest, most considerate man you’d ever known. In a new world, where the people were different and the customs had changed drastically, he had adjusted so well. His presence became a constant in your life and besides Nat, he was your best friend. So you tried your best to tamp it down, hoping it was just a passing thing. It made sense you would develop a little crush right? He was built like an Adonis after all, you weren’t immune to that. It didn’t help your case that you would sometimes catch him looking at you with longing in his eyes. He never made a move though. You suspected he was afraid of losing your friendship in the case you didn’t want him like he wanted you. So one day, when you two were watching a movie in his room, his arm draped across your shoulders, you decided to throw caution to the wind and finally take what you had wanted for so long. So you grabbed the remote and pressed pause. He looked at you with a playful smile and lifted an eyebrow, “Bathroom again?” He was poking fun at your ridiculously tiny bladder. You shook your head at him, a smirk on your lips. “Nope. Just tired of waiting.” His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Waiting for what?” “For you to make a move.” And then you were crashing your lips onto his. He reacted almost instantly despite his initial shock. And when he really registered what was happening, his hands came up to cup your face, tilting your head and taking control of the kiss. His lips were firm and soft against yours and it was everything you had wanted for so long and so much more. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, asking for permission that you quickly granted him. He explored your mouth fervently and you sighed at the feel of him, your hands flying to the front of his shirt. When the burning in your lungs got too uncomfortable, you parted for air, your eyes fluttering open and meeting his slightly darkened ones. He grinned. “I’m really glad you did that.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Well someone has to have balls in this relationship.” He threw his head back laughing wholeheartedly and your heart danced at the sound. You joined him, overcome with joy.

7 months later, you were doing his laundry when you found a crumpled up note in the back pocket of his pants. Bucky had recently moved into the same living quarters as you. It wasn’t something you guys had talked about, it just happened. He was finding it harder and harder to sleep alone in his room when he knew what it felt like to fall asleep holding onto you. Besides, he was your boyfriend and you guys weren’t trying to hide it from the team any longer. You were never good at that anyway, anyone with eyes could tell. Unfolding the note, you found it was a list. Scrawled in his messy handwriting, it read:

1. Treat her better, make sure to see it through 2 Don’t be just everything she wants, be everything she needs 3. Don’t run away when you get tired 4. When she says she needs you, tell her you need her too 5. Tell her she’s lovely 6. Always tell her the truth 7. When she says she loves you, tell her you love her too

You scrunched up your nose at the cheesiness, but found yourself smiling anyway. The words sounded familiar to you, you were pretty sure they were lyrics to a popular song right now, you just didn’t know which one. “Buck!” You yelled over the sound of the tv program he was watching in the living room. He came strolling in, “Need some he-” his words cut off when he saw what you were holding in your hands. You smiled. “I’m just curious”, you assured him. He shuffled on his feet and put his hands in his pockets, something you only every saw him do when he was nervous or uncomfortable. “I-I was just getting groceries last week when I heard this song. Sam gave me a notepad with his grocery list on it, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to write them down, seemed like good advice.” You slowly approached him. “What for?”, you asked quietly, even though you already had an idea. He sighed. “I’ve never been a serious relationship person, not even back then. And now dating’s even more crazy. Tinder? How is that a thing?” You chuckled. Trying to find your significant other purely by looks and a short bio did seem a little unconventional, even to you, a millennial. “And I don’t want to mess this up, [Y/N]. It’s too good, you’re too good”, he continued, his gaze dropping to his feet. You cupped his face and forced him to look back at you. You smiled before speaking. “You’re not going to mess this up. You’re the best man I know, don’t underestimate yourself. We’ve been doing fine so far, don’t you think? Actually, in my most humble opinion, we’ve been doing amazing. I love you so much. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, and if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of my days proving it to you until you believe it.” His face split into the biggest grin you’d ever seen and he let out a breathless chuckle. “I love you, I love you so much. I’m not sure you’re even real sometimes.” You beamed at him and pressed your lips against his, capturing them in a toe curling kiss. When you pulled back, you smiled at him. “Does that feel real to you?” He nodded vigorously. “It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt,” he whispered, a smile blooming on his beautiful face. You ran your thumb over his cheek and grinned. “Good.”

TAGGING: @buckyywiththegoodhair @avengerofyourheart @bovaria @imaginingbucky @yourplumbucky

Silver & Gold

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: This was basically inspired by the lovely works of Robert Frost and J.R.R. Tolkien :)  shoutout to my lovie @danny-escobar for editing♡

Word Count: 1891

Warnings: none I guess

The view from Stark Tower was truly amazing, especially at night. The stars surrounded the moon, kissing the black velvet backdrop of the night sky. The view had come with your recruitment as an Avenger. You had been with the team for a few months now, but the view never got old.

“Can’t sleep?” You turned around, startled. Bucky stood against the door-frame, wearing a thin t-shirt that outlined his muscles. You blushed, but thankfully in the dark you couldn’t tell.

“I was just enjoying the view,” you said, turning back around. “It’s amazing up here.” Bucky chuckled and came to stand by you.

“It’s kind of dark out for a little ray of sunshine like you.”

Ever since you got recruited, the team had called you sunshine or a ray of sunshine because you refused to let other people bring you down. It was now a running joke, and it was Bucky’s favorite. You were somewhat close with Bucky. You often stayed up late together, and you even talked with him after one of his recurring nightmares. Every time you were around him, your heart would beat a little faster, which was seriously annoying.

“Maybe the dark needs a little light to balance it out.” You didn’t take your eyes off the sky, constellations glittering and winking at you. You could tell Bucky was looking at you, but you pretended not to notice.

“So if you’re the sun, what does that make me?” He leaned on the railing next to you, following your gaze up. You turn to look at him, and study his side profile. His jawline had more structure than your life, carved by the hands of Michelangelo himself. The gentle slope of his nose, the way his cheekbone smoothed into the curve of his mouth, the sharp edge of his jaw giving way to a small dimple in his chin; it was all so beautiful. Bucky turned to look at you, and you became very aware that you were only a foot apart.

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“I don't want to ruin you.”

Request: “I just read through all the sentence prompts and I struggled to choose but can you write no.29 for Steve? :D” - @grimes-v-negan

A/N: Okay so I had so much fun writing this one even though it took a while.  I’m really hoping you guys like it!

Warnings: Some Civil War spoilers and slight angst???

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

“Hey Steve are you okay?” You said as you approached Steve who had a blank look on his face.

“No not really.”

You looked at him with a worried look upon your face.  “It’s about Bucky isn’t it?”

He nodded and frowned. “They’re coming after him and me.  I can’t let them get to him. He’s my best friend Y/N.  I just can’t watch them take him.”

“I know. I know. I just want you to know that I’m here for you.  I’m on your side.” You smiled.

“Thanks but the thing is this is most likely going to end up in a war amongst friends.” He paused and let out a sigh “I don’t want it that way and I don’t want you getting involved.” 

“Why?”

“Whenever there’s a war someone ends up getting hurt.”

“So what you’re saying is that  you don’t think I’m strong enough to handle this?”

“No, no.” He shook his head as he faced you. “It’s just that I-” He hesitated for a moment.

“You just what?” You asked a bit too aggressively.

He turned his face away from you and returned to staring out the window. “I don’t want to ruin you.  If you’re on my side you’re outside the law.  Your life could be over for you.”

“Steve listen to me.”  You placed your hand on his face so he could look at you. “I’m willing to fight for what I believe in and I’m willing follow you into battle.  We’re in this together.”

Steve sighed. “If you die its on me.”

“So? It’s my-”

Steve stopped you and removed your hand from his face. “ ‘So?’ What do you mean ‘so?’ You do realize how important you are?”

“Steve my life is a small price to pay if it means you win.”  You didn’t understand what Steve was getting worked up about.  He was always going on about fighting for what you believe in.

“You still don’t understand.”  You could slowly hear Steve’s voice tightening.  You had to admit you were also getting frustrated.

“So please tell me what I don’t understand.” You said disconcertedly.

“I-I-”

“Just say it already!’ You said with a sudden burst of annoyance.

“I love you!” Steve said loudly which sent shivers down your spine.  It also shocked you a bit to find out that he was in love with you.  You weren’t really sure how to respond but you definitely felt something for him too. You decided to take a step closer so your faces were only inches apart.  Your eyes met his.

“I love you too and that’s exactly why I’m always going to be right next-”

He didn’t even give you the chance to finish before he pressed his lips towards yours. The feeling of his warm lips brushing against yours felt so satisfying as if this was the moment you had always been waiting for.

Steve pulled away from the kiss that felt like forever. “I’m sorry.” He said with a cute smile that could make your heart melt.  “I just didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

“It’s okay as long as we take care of each other we’ll be alright.”

I’m Sorry I Destroyed You - Bucky x Reader

Requested by anonymous

Prompt: “I was trying to help you but I kinda destroyed you.”

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one aww. I was smiling the whole time because  I love Bucky so much. I hope you all enjoy it!

You sat back in the chair, looking at the man lying in the hospital bed. He slept peacefully and you were happy he wasn’t in pain right now. You buried your face into the side of the bed, your hair falling down around your shoulders as you started to cry. Bucky and you had been sent on a mission that went so very wrong. As the two of you were trying to escape, your powers got out of hand and you had accidentally hurt him while fighting off the enemy. And you hated yourself for it.

A hand started to stroke your hair and you lifted your head to meet the eyes of the Winter Soldier. 

He had a look of concern on his face. “Why are you crying, (Y/N)?”

“Because I hurt you, James. I was just trying to help and now look at you…I’ve destroyed you.” His metal arm was mostly missing and he had multiple burns down his flesh arm.

He grinned at you and chuckled, wincing in pain at the wound that extended all the way across his cheek. “It’ll take more than that to destroy me, darling.”

You sadly smiled at his attempt to make you feel better.

“Say, I know how you can make it up to me.” He slyly smiled.

“How?”

“When I get out of here, let me take you dancing.”

You giggled. “No one dances like that anymore, old man. It’s all about nightclubs now.”

He laughed along with you. “Well then we can do whatever you want.”

“I’d love to really dance with you though. Just the two of us.” You blushed as he laced his fingers with yours. You looked back over at him and his beautiful blue eyes seemed to be twinkling.

“Then it’s a date, doll.”