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[whatelsecanwedonow]

Queued two edits to post, meant to have one go up today and the other tomorrow, they both posted today at almost the same time. 🙃

[raakxhyr]

O O PS

It was supposed to be cute flower picking but uh my hand slipped...a little bit [sweats]

[danxiously]

tiny ‘naya

[frenchones]

i start to feel bad for theo and then i remember he murdered scott and i’m thinking he should be living in the literal gutter rn.

[majorxbennyxboy]

therapardalis replied to your chat “Anna, Selah, Abe, and Mary: *out on double-date* Mary: Are you sure it...”

Uncle Tallmadge won't be asked to babysit again XD!

Oh, they’ll recover....eventually ;}

[penwarrior11]

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... I’m gonna go hide now.

[imaginesebastian]

Sick of Losing Soulmates

“God knows where I would be if you hadn’t found me sitting all alone in the dark. . .”

bucky x reader

Warnings: mentions of ptsd, swearing, kissing. 

The day started off normally enough. Tony talked to you of his plans to expand the building, to which you happily agreed. It was definitely getting cramped in the area. 

Then, you trained with Natasha and Steve. Both of whom were happy to have a telepathic on the team. The only problem with your telepathy is that you couldn’t fight physically for shit, all your power went to your mind which is why you were happy to be trained by two of the strongest people in the Avengers. 

“You need to learn to take a hit every once in a while.” Natasha muttered, demonstrating a kick in Steve’s direction once again. 

“I can handle pain.” You defended, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting. 

It was then that Wanda walked in, lifting you from the ground and throwing you back down. A groan bubbled from your throat as you gripped your ribs. “No you can’t.” 

“I can handle a punch, not a force lifting me and throwing me down.” You muttered childishly as Steve helped you from the ground. “I think you’ve had enough for today.” 

You stuck your tongue out and everyone, lifting a towel from the rack and throwing a middle finger in the air. “Hey!” Steve yelled, pointing his finger at you disapprovingly. 

A laugh left your mouth as you walked out of the room. Your feet dragged you tiredly to the bathroom. You knocked just in case, noticing the light was off and opening the door. 

Just where the light had shone through the open door, you saw Bucky sat on the edge of the tub with his head in his hands. He was shirtless, his body covered in goosebumps but you could see sweat dripping from his forehead. 

“Buck?” You questioned, immediately concerned with what you had just found. His head raised, his eyes watering. 

“Oh, Bucky. . .” You shut the door behind you, encasing him in your arms as he sniffled quietly. 

Bucky was the first person you really became close to, he was there when no one else was. When you missed home, he happily distracted you. When you wanted to leave, when you felt you couldn’t take the stress anymore, he was there to talk you down. Bucky was your rock.

You were his as well, and you wished you didn’t have to be because he suffers more than anyone else. The vivid flashbacks, the nightmares, you couldn’t imagine going through what he had to but you were happy to make him happy again. Because, sometimes you just need the right person there. He was your person and you were his. 

His head was cradled on your chest as you lead him to the ground where you rested your back against the tub. You stroked his head to calm him, feeling his arms slowly wrap around your body. 

“Do you need to talk about it?” 

The first time you found him like this he didn’t say a word besides expressing how embarrassed he was that you found him like this. 

As time went on, it became easier and easier for him to talk to you. 

“I just. . . I keep hearing the words. Even if they’re not being said together. Earlier Bruce said Furnace and I almost- I almo-” Bucky’s words got caught in his throat, a sob falling out of his throat. 

“It’s okay Bucky, you don’t have to say it.” You comforted, rubbing his back. 

“You’re so good to me, (Y/N).” He whispered, his voice broken. 

You smiled sadly, worried for the shattered man in front of you. You wished you could take every ounce of pain from him and feel it yourself, just to understand. Just so he didn’t hurt. 

“I wish you didn’t have to go through this.” You voiced your thoughts, realizing he couldn’t read your mind. 

“All I need is you.” 

It took you a second to realize he hadn’t said that outloud. You felt your breath catch in your throat, suddenly aware of just how close you two were. 

“Bucky, I heard that.” You stated, completely still. 

Bucky didn’t seem to mind, still frowning sadly and staring forward, “You had to know at some point.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows, completely captivated with where Bucky’s skin touched yours. You noticed the shocks, the feathery touches he gave your torso. The way your breathing synced together. 

“Bucky, I-” 

“Just, be quiet for a moment please. I need to prepare myself for whatever you’re going to say.” Bucky murmured, his cheek still pressed against your chest, slightly muffling his words. 

Prepare himself for what? 

“Bucky, please listen to me,” you whispered, “what do you mean ‘all you need is me’?” 

“You make me feel better. So much more than anyone else ever could.” He said, finally sitting up and looking at you face to face. “It’s just nice to know that you’ll be here for me when I really need it.” 

Your heart fluttered at his words, a sigh falling from your lips as you looked into his eyes. He bit his lip, sadness still strung over his features, “I completely understand if you don’t feel the same way. I just know that I had to tell you.” 

A hair lay across your face, causing him to reach forward and push it away, his hand still resting tenderly on your cheek. 

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes and basking in his scent. “I feel the same way.” 

Bucky didn’t even have a second to process what you had said before you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his hard. 

He responded immediately, his hands on your hips while you straddled his thighs. You felt goosebumps rise to your skin while his hands rested just underneath the bottom of your shirt. 

It was in that moment that you knew just how much you were supposed to be with him. How much he meant to you, and how well you could see your future going. You loved him. 

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours while showing you a smile. “I’m glad you feel the same way, darlin’.” 

[spincake]

gonna be honest. i never realized susie's belt was meant to be a heart. i always thought it was like, a little horned thing. like 😈shaped