Bucky made his way down the street, newly printed enlistment papers held tightly in his hand, the victory cigarette he'd been saving since he was eighteen pressed tightly between his lips.
"Those things will kill you y'know." Bucky looked away from his papers, fingers gently pulling the cigarette from his lips.
"Yeah doll, I guess they will." He flicked some ash on the ground, taking one last drag before putting it out with the heel of his shoe.
Bucky smiled down at the girl, admiring the blue dotted dress and pulled back hair. The soldier tipped his head and started walking, the girl walking along in suit. "So what's your name, soldier?"
"Sargent James Barnes, and what would yours be, doll?" Bucky spoke, folding the papers in his hand and stuffing them into his shirt pocket.
"All in time, Sargent" A laugh fell from her lips as she crossed her arms, head turning to look at the soldier. "When do you get shipped off."
The man took a deep breath, taking in the buildings and chatter of city as much as he could. "First thing tomorrow morning."
The girl let out a breath, looking down towards her shoes and watching her steps. "Do you have any plans for your last night in the city?"
A smile pulled at the corner of his lips, looking down at the girl next to him. "Well, I'd love spend it seeing a flying car, a real glimpse into the future."
Barnes stopped, tipping his head to look down at her. "And I'd love if a beautiful lady came with me." The girl had a smile, rubbing her arms up and down.
"The Stark Expo?" She questioned, a smile on her face as she avoided his gaze. "You really know how to impress a girl."
With a smile, Bucky pulled the pen from his shirt pocket . "Can I get an address?" He pulled the cap off, holding it between his teeth as he angled the ink to the back of his hand.
"I'll meet you at the Stark Expo." She said with a smirk, backing away from the soldier and joining the rest of the city.
His fingers grabbed the cap, watching her leave him in confusion. "What about the time?" He called out, voice raising due the distance she'd put between them.
"8:30!" She called out before turning around and blending into the crowd, a soft smirk on her lips.
"Can I at least have your name now?" Bucky called out, trying to look for her in the crowd of people, mentally scolding himself for losing the girl in the people.
Bucky listened as she hummed a soft tune, one hand spinning her around and the other holding her shoes. She'd begged to go dancing, the Stark Expo being a bust after about an hour.
She tried to get Bucky to stay out longer, saying "Just one more hour, please!" The begging had worked the first time, and second and almost every time after that. Before they knew it, they'd been out for almost five hours.
Finally he had convinced her to get home, walking through the empty streets as she spun and laughed. A bittersweet feeling sat in Bucky as he watched the girl, hating the fact that he'd have to leave her so soon.
The feeling filled his stomach more as she lead him to her house, a pain in his chest as the pair neared the front steps.
"Promise me something," She held Bucky's hands in hers, standing on the second or third to match his height. "Promise me that once you get back, you'll pick me up in one of those flying cars we saw tonight."
"Who would I be to deny that?" He gently handed her the shoes, watching as she ducked her head to wipe a tear.
"Don't cry, I'll be back before you know it." His thumb smoothed over her cheek, smiling down at her before pressing his lips to her cheek. "Go get some sleep, doll. You need it after all that dancing."
"Goodnight, Sargent." She sighed, turning around and walking to her front door, looking back one last time before closing the door.
Shuffling the envelopes in her hands, the girl let out a long sigh. Bills, News, Letter, bills. She stopped in her tracks, a letter?
She took all the other junk mail and threw it on the table, sitting herself down in a chair and tearing open the envelope.
Her fingers carefully unfolded the page as she scanned over the writing, a smile forming on her lips.
"Hey doll, I'm sorry I haven't written sooner, you'd never believe how crazy it is here. I've stopped smoking, all the guys said you must be real special if I quit, but like you said, those things will kill you. How has Stark come along with those cars? I hope you've had your eye one, they're hoping the war will be ending soon, very soon, and when it does i’m going to buy one of those cars and drive you everywhere, show you everything. I’ve missed you, I hope to see you soon.
- James"
She read the letter about 10 times that afternoon and maybe 50 times that night, practically memorizing every word with a bright smile.
As the weeks went on, she'd receive and memorize every letter sent. She pray every night for the war to be over and for James to come home safe, even asking others to keep him in their prayers.
Wednesday, 1:58 PM. She pulled open her mailbox with a smile, ready to read her new letter and hear all about James adventures and his friends. Her smile fell, no letter, no anything.
With her lips pressed tightly together, she shut the mailbox and made her way inside. A feeling of anxiety grew deep in her stomach, ‘no, no, no’ she shook her thoughts away. James would be fine and he would come home, she had no reason to worry.
Until the next week when she still didn’t receive a letter. And the week after that, and the week after that.
A month. One whole month and no new letters. Every night she'd read the same letters that she knew word for word and prayed for a new one the next day, even if she knew better.
Wednesday, what used to be her favorite day of the week, seemed to just drag on. she’d check her mailbox, setting herself up for disappointment as she scolded herself for being a foolish one.
Like always, she pulled the mailbox open, expecting emptiness like the weeks before. She expected it too much that she almost missed it. Her eyes widened, a letter.
Her hands reached for the envelope, tearing it open and unfolding the paper. A smile graced her face, small tears of happiness forming in the corners of her eyes as she read. 
"Doll, I know I've not written you in weeks, I'm sorry. I might not write again for awhile but i do not want you worrying, I can't say too much but I promise I will come home soon. I’ll come pick you up in one of those cars you like so much and we’ll go dancing all night, we’ll go dancing for days if you want, anything.
I’ll see you soon,
love, James.”
Air was caught in her throat as she read his letter, hugging it to her chest. She didn’t care if he never wrote her again, she was just happy he was still alive and coming home to her.
Three weeks later at 1:58 PM the girl stood in front of her mailbox, a smile on her face as she saw one of those familiar envelopes. Something was different, James familiar handwriting, that she’d spent time memorizing, was not on the front. Instead, it looked like it been typed out by some officials.
She carefully opened the envelope, a sinking feeling in her stomach. Her mouth opened, she felt tears forming in her eyes as blood pumped through her head.
James was not coming home in a flying car, he was not taking her out to dance for days. James was gone.
| "In a crowded room a few short years ago
And sometimes there's no proof, you just know."
Bucky looked around, Steve had dragged him to one of Tony's annual party's, claiming "You need to get out more, Buck."
He knew Steve wouldn’t take no for an answer. So, here Bucky was, looking around awkwardly as people dodged talking to him. It was suffocating being in a place with so many strangers.
Bucky made his way out to the balcony, a thankful smile on his lips when he saw no one else out there. He pulled a crushed cigarette carton out of his pocket, digging and searching for his lighter.
He starred out at the night sky, the city skyline being so bright against the darkness. Taking a drag from his cigarette, tilting his head down to the ground.
"Y'know those can kill you." Bucky jumped, turning around and seeing a girl behind him. She smiled up at him, moving to lean on the balcony railing next to him, Bucky eyed her dark blue dress.
"Yeah, I guess they could." He pulled the cigarette from between his lips and tapped it against the railing before stepping on it, looking back at the girl. “What’s your name?”
She smiled at him and turning towards the dark skyline, “Y/n. What’s yours?”
“Bucky.” He looked out at the city with her. The two of them sitting in silence for a moment, a cool night breeze blowing past.
“Do you want to go dance?” He heard her voice cut through his thoughts. She smiled at him, looking inside to see people dancing happily.
Bucky smiled, something about it, something about the girl, something about the scene, it felt right. “Of course, doll.”
"Promise me something," She held Bucky's hands in hers, standing on the second or third to match his height. "Promise me that once you get back, you'll pick me up in one of those flying cars we saw tonight."
"Who would I be to deny that?" He gently handed her the shoes, watching as she ducked her head to wipe a tear.
"Don't cry, I'll be back before you know it." His thumb smoothed over her cheek, smiling down at her before pressing his lips to her cheek. "Go get some sleep, doll. You need it after all that dancing."
"Goodnight, Sargent." She sighed, turning around and walking to her front door, looking back one last time before closing the door.
You’re sick in bed, and while your boyfriend takes good care of you, his pest isn’t so nice to be around.
Reader is sick, venom is a terror, old old imagine from my wattpad, i think that’s all lmk if i missed any.
romantic Eddie x reader ! platonic Venom x reader !
Your head rested on Eddie's chest as he leaned against the head board. You hadn't been feeling very good, a runny nose and a dizzy head, so Eddie decided to stay home.
Much to your distaste, that meant you were also stuck with Venom. It's not that you didn't like Venom, you could tolerate him on most days, today was not one of them.
"What's wrong? Is she dying? OH! When you die, can I eat you?" Venom cheered. Of course he'd still annoy you during your suffering.
"Eddie please put your parasite away for one day!" Your words made Venom grunt and turn to Eddie.
"She call me a parasite, Eddie." He bared his teeth. "I shouldn't be called a parasite."
"She doesn't feel good, how about you two just leave each other alone for the rest of the day." He looked to both of you, your eye brow furrowed as you glared at the Symbiote.
After spending a few hours in bed, you had drifted off to sleep. You woke up a few hours later in a coughing fit.
Reaching to your side to feel for Eddie, you realized he wasn't there. Letting out a groan, you turn to lay on your side, seeing a surprising sight in the door way.
An unconscious Eddie, with Venom poking out of his neck, holding a glass of water. You eyebrows furrowed as they walked to you.
Venom held the glass of water out to you, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What did you do to it?"
"Nothing. You are important to Eddie, who is important to me. If i want to continue living, then I can't eat you."
"So if I wasn't dating Eddie, then you'd eat me?" That was comforting to know.
"No, i've grown fond of you too."
posting old images until I can get myself back into writing, but i do have a lot of ideas that i hope will be out soon
down in the forest @pwettylouis - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
dailybridgerton
turnnoffyourmind
romaincrisis
titsay
prguitarman
blakekathryn
tangentwithtanner