Once you get this you have to say 5 things you like about yourself publicly, then send it to ten of your favourite followers (non negotiable) (positivism rocks). :)
a;ldskfjsd alex this made my day, tysm!!
my passion for things kinda
pianist B)
my choices in friends (wink wonks @ followers. u know who u are)
hella good at reading comp
idk what else to put i guess i'm a fast typist? i can eat an entire hibachi meal in one sitting?????
so i was tagged by lyydiascream, and im gonna put it under a read more just cuz
the rules
post the rules // answer the questions the person who tagged you asked // write 11 new questions // tag 11 people and link them to the post // actually tell them you tagged them
beth's questions
1. If you won the lottery, what would you spend the prize money on? - maybe a vacation, or just a lot of chocolate... or put it in savings who knows
2. What is your best feature, in your opinion? - i really like my hair and my eyes
3. Who is your celebrity crush? - oh god so many, but probably natalie dormer right now is the most
4. What is your favourite colour? Why? - red, because i like red clothes, and when im automatically drawn to things that are red
5. Do you find small children cute or annoying? - both? theyre cute over short periods of time but after exposure they get annoying
6. What is your favourite season? Why? - autumn, cuz of the colours and the leaves and i can wear my leather jacket without boiling or freezing
7. Have you been in plane before? What is your opinion of them? - i have, and i dont find them scary, but i dont really enjoy it, its mostly annoying cuz my ears pop
8. Where in the world would you most like to visit? - scotland, ive always wanted to go to scotland, but im also a bit scared cuz i think i have this ideal vision in my head of what it is and im not sure its gonna live up to it
9. What would your dream house look like? - something small and cozy, kinda cottage like but not actually out in the woods or anything
10. If you were in a zombie apocalypse film, what would your role be? - maybe second in command of a group. i cant picture myself leading and making hard decisions, but i think i could provide good backup and support as well as weapons expertise
11. If you could have anything in the world, what would your Christmas list look like? - slippers, definitely, probably the clothes i cant afford right now, other mundane things
my questions
1. If you could travel to any time period, which would you choose and why?
2. What is your idea of a perfect date?
3. What is the first thing you notice about a person?
4. If you had to pick one, what is your ultimate OTP?
5. How many selfies do you have on your phone right now?
6. Who is your favourite artist (music/visual/whatever)?
7. If you could get a tattoo, what would you get and where? Or why not?
8. Which villain do you sympathize the most with?
9. What is your favourite genre of story?
10. What fictional world would you want to live in?
11. You have three wishes, what are they?
i tag: xplodingsnaps // qibbins // clintsbarn // precatfa //biromanticcap // markblackthorned // and anybody else who wants to do it
first impression: nice url why I followed you: i had seen a ton of stuff reblogged from you on my dash and then you reblogged something from me and i was like 'wait they follow me??' so i checked your blog out and it was rlly rad and the endwhat you are to me: a super rad mutual that i totally wanna be friends withblog rating: 9/10 (only bc i have an irrational hatred for the updates tab you have)URL rating: 11/10
ficlet prompt fill for precatfa! i’ve never written steve or bucky before so i do apologize if there are any out of character moments!
other than that, i hope you like it c:
“Hey, Bucky,” Steve breaks the silence first, smiling a bit cautiously at Bucky who continued to stare at him. His hair had grown longer, and shaggier, since the last time they saw each other. Then again, the last time they saw each other was when they broke up halfway through senior year.
Bucky kept his silence before turning on his heel and walking down the hallway, towards one of the back doors. Steve panicked and ran after him, yelling for him to wait.
“Bucky! Can we at least talk?” Steve almost pleaded with his former lover – hell, he was still in love with this man. His pride could handle a little begging.
Bucky finally stopped in his tracks, his hand gripping onto the door handle. He turned around and crossed his arms, a well hidden look of hurt in his eyes. Steve trained long enough to be able to see through Bucky’s tough guy act and his heart clenched at the pained look.
“What do you want, Rogers?”
Well that definitely hurt.
“We haven’t seen each other in 5 years,” Steve tried to reign in his emotions, trying his hardest to not let them overwhelm him as he spoke, “I’d love to catch up with you. I mean, that’s what high school reunions are for, right?”
His eyes glanced down at Bucky’s left hand, which was now clenching in and out of a fist – a habit of his that he always did when he was anxious and that Steve would always soothe by holding his hand. Oh how he wanted to move closer and hold onto Bucky, to wash away his anxiety and fears and just hold him again.
“Sure,” Bucky replied, his hand still held in a tense fist as he walked out of the school and plopped down on the concrete steps outside.
Steve followed after him, sitting down on the same step and maintaining a reasonable distance – not only for Bucky’s comfort, but also for his fear of losing and control and kissing the living daylights over his former love.
“So… how have you been?” Steve asked a bit awkwardly, he shifted his body so he was facing Bucky – well Bucky’s back for the other had turned to look into the darkness.
“I married Natasha,” was his answer, short and sweet. He pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, putting the cigarette between his lips and lighting it up. Steve gulped, he had heard about the wedding. Natasha had told him about it in one of her letters. He had learned about it while stationed in Iraq and let’s just say, he may have been close to death due to his lack of focus that entire time.
“Congratulations,” Steve forced a smile and looked away from Bucky’s face. The light of the cigarette was illuminating his features and even with Bucky looking like he lacked more sleep than during finals, he was the most beautiful man Steve has ever seen. It was killing him inside.
“Then we got divorced.”
Steve had also heard about that. He would never admit it, but he unintentionally kept tabs on his former lover through the letters Sam and Natasha wrote to him when he was away, fighting for his country and fighting through the long pain of heartache.
“Oh, I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s nothing,” Bucky inhaled deeply and let out a puff of smoke, “we mutually agreed that things weren’t working out.”
Conversation stopped there and the silence enveloped them once again, the only sound being Bucky’s cigarette. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and got up to stomp on it.
“It was nice seeing you again, Rogers,” with that he stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and walked into the darkness. Steve was up faster than lightening and grabbed onto Bucky’s arm.
“Hold on.” Bucky stopped walking, but didn’t look back. He kept his head down and hidden away. “I never wanted to break up with you during senior year.”
Steve paused, hoping Bucky would say something. He opened his mouth to continue when Bucky stayed quiet, but then the other spoke, “Then why?” There. Bucky’s strong exterior had broken and Steve could hear how upset and vulnerable Bucky was presenting himself right now.
“I was leaving for the army and I didn’t know how long I’d be away, I didn’t…” Steve could feel his own vulnerability showing through as his eyes watered. His grip had loosened, but Bucky stayed stock still. “I didn’t know how long I’d survive. And I didn’t want to hurt you like that because please know that I would never ever hurt you, Bucky. I love you too much.”
The last line seemed to be the breaking point for Bucky because after Steve finished, he ripped his arm away and quickly turned around, tears already welling up in the corners of his eyes.
“That’s not a valid excuse, Steve. Leaving for the army is not a valid excuse for leaving me. I’m strong enough to have handled you being away for months. I loved you so damn much that distance wouldn’t have mattered. I’d be there when you left for another country and I’d be there when you came back. For fuck’s sake, I’d be there for you no matter what!” Bucky yelled, red faced and breathing heavily. His voice cracked as he continued to speak.
“You should’ve told me that instead of breaking up with me because you ‘needed space’. We could’ve worked something out, I wouldn’t have left you. And you promised me,” Bucky took a shuddering breath as the tears fell, his voice starting to quiet down, “You promised me you’d be with me ‘til the end of the line. So why did you cut it so short?”
Steve didn’t know what to say, he felt weak with his legs feeling like they’d collapse right then and there. Bucky was right, he shouldn’t have made up an excuse and then leave the next day without a proper goodbye. He was so, so stupid.
“Bucky…” he moved forward and reached out his hand, hesitating for a moment just in case his touch was unwelcome. He moved again and wrapped his arms around the other when there was no sign of rejection. “I’m so sorry, I was stupid and I thought that that would’ve been the best option. That that would’ve kept you safe, but I see now that it hurt you too.”
“Of course it hurt,” Bucky muttered against Steve’s chest as he hugged him back, his hands fisting Steve’s suit jacket.
They stayed in that position, holding onto each other as if the other was their life line. It was just them, the dark, and the cold of the night.
Steve pulled away first, resting his forehead on Bucky’s. Looking into the other’s eyes, he spoke, “Do you think I could have another chance?”
“What do you think, punk?” Bucky said, chuckling through the tears that continued to stream down his face. They smiled at each other and Steve leaned down to gently kiss him, Bucky’s grip on his suit jacket tightening.
They broke away at the sound of the door opening and a low wolf whistle. Still holding onto each other, they looked over to see Natasha and Sam standing on the steps – Natasha with a glint of amusement in her eyes and Sam with a smirk on his face.
“And the happy couple is finally together again, congrats,” Sam said, genuinely happy for them as he walked over and patted Steve on the back.
Natasha followed after him, tilting her head as she examined Steve’s face. “Looks like you didn’t punch him this time, Barnes.”
“C’mon, Romanoff, the first time was an accident. I thought I was dreaming when he asked me out.”
“Ah, but the second time was on purpose,” Sam spoke up, laughing at the memory.
Bucky flipped Sam off, shuffling closer to Steve to hide how embarrassed he actually was. The couple locked eyes and Steve grinned at him, feeling the happiest he’s ever been in 5 years. This time, Bucky leaned up and kissed Steve, not noticing that they’re friends were slowly backing away to give them space. Sam yelled out to them as he and Natasha got further away.
“Aw c’mon you two, I know people get together at high school reunions, but the least you can do is get a room.”
“Leave them be, Wilson. I know you’re crying like a baby on the inside.”
“I should be saying that to you, Tasha.”
The next day, at their shared apartment, Steve didn’t even have to ask how Sam got his black eye. He just knew that his friend had said the wrong thing to Natasha… again.
