Forever And A Day [Bucky X Reader] Part 3/5

Surprise...?

Based on Anonymous Prompt from Drabble Games: OMG. I think 73 would be perfect (replace CIA w/ hydra or shield I guess) if you’re up to doing it. Idc who with. You’re work is amazing btw and almost all of your Steve fics have me melting 😍

My parents dad thought I was working for an insurance company in New York when really I was joining the CIA S.H.I.E.L.D. so I just sort of never mentioned when I met you on an assassination-gone-wrong and now we’ve been married for five years and they still don’t know you exist, this has gotten wildly out of hand and you won’t stop laughing about it

A/N: OH MY GOSH I am so sorry this took me literally forever.  I filmed this week (and it went really well!) and then I was a little busy during the week and then I had severe writer’s block and I can give you a whole string of excuses but here it is (finally) and I am so, so sorry.  I’ll do my best to post at least one story every day until all the requests are filled (although don’t let this stop you from sending one in).

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“It’s not funny, Steve,” you whine, struggling to keep a straight face.

“I don’t know, (Y/N).  I think it’s pretty damn funny.”

“Language,” you mutter.  Steve shakes his head.

“(Y/N), this is hilarious,” he laughs and you can’t help but giggle.  You love his laugh.  It’s absolutely infectious and entirely genuine and it’s one of the many things you love about your husband. 

“It’s really not,” you reply.  “He’s gonna kill me.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” he replies, his laughter finally starting to die out.

“My dad is gonna kill me,” you moan.  “Like, it’s bad enough that I lied to him about working for an insurance company, but now…the fact that I’m not only dating you, but have been secretly married to you for five years?  I’ll be lucky if I’m not disowned.”

“Why not just tell him we just started dating?” Steve suggests, and you can see that he’s on the verge of laughing.  “And then in a year, we can have a second, fake wedding.  And then you don’t have to tell him you work for S.H.I.E.L.D.”  You shake your head.

“First,” you say.  “We don’t want to have another wedding.  Because my dad will go crazy.  Fireworks, ice sculptures, doves, you name it, he’ll want it for the wedding.  Second, the minute he sees you, he’ll know that we must have met through S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Tell him we met online,” he suggests and you snort.  

“‘Yes, Dad,’” you say mockingly.  “‘This is Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America.  I met him on eHarmony.’”

“I met you when I came to purchase insurance.”

“I’m pretty sure no company insures superheroes.”

“I ran into you at the coffee shop.”

“Since when do you have time to go get coffee?”

“Do you have a better solution?”

“Tell him the truth and pray to the gods of Asgard that he’s not too angry.”  Steve nods and looks at you curiously.

“Why now?” Steve asks.

“What do you mean?” you reply.

“Why are you finally coming clean to him now?” 

You look up at Steve and take a deep breath.  You reach into your pocket and pull out a small, folded piece of paper.  You hand it to him and watch as he unfolds it, his face slowly stretching into a smile.

“I figured he should know who the father of his grandkid is,” you beam.  

Steve looks at you with a look of pure happiness on his face.  He pulls you into a giant hug and kisses you gently.  

“Well, I think I can face any scary father-in-law now.”

-

You reach the restaurant where you’re meeting your dad.  Steve helps you out of the car, slipping his hand into yours as you walk inside.

You take a deep breath and decide it’s time to drop the second half of the bombshell.

“Steve, there’s something you should know,” you say as the waiter escorts you to the table.

“What is it?” Steve smiles and you savor the look on his face.  It might be the last time you see it tonight.

“My dad…he’s-”

“Steve?” 

You look up at find your father, Tony Stark, sitting at a table, a look of complete and utter shock on his face.

“Tony?”

An awkward, uncomfortable grin spreads across your face as both men turn to glare at you.

“Surprise…?”

The best ones ever

Shake Your Ass, Barnes

Summary: One way to meet the new recruit is to have him think he’s seeing double of the infamous Black Widow, but there is Just Dance too.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier x Reader

Word Count: 812

Warnings: Mild Swearing

A/N: I’ve been really inactive recently because of the shit going down in my friendship group but I’ve decided to make an x reader based of a gif imagine I made. Also, младшая сестра means little sister, and мудак means asshole. I thought I’d say before I caused any confusion. Enjoy!

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Maybe tinkering with Tony’s cars at 2:30am wasn’t the best idea. Especially when he caught you…

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” He asked, concern in his voice.

You pushed yourself out from under the car and wiped your forehead with a greasy rag. “Fixing this pile of crap. How’d you know it was me?”

“No, I meant what are you doing up at 2:30 in the morning. And to answer your previous question, your sister wouldn’t be under a car, is how I know.”

“Well, I couldn’t sleep so I thought that I’d come down here. I’ve finished all of my projects and the blueprints for my new weapons system haven’t finished downloading yet so the next best thing was to fix up your old car.” You said, lowering yourself back under.

“(Y/N)?” Tony said.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

“(Y/N), it’s not funny. Go to bed, you’ll regret staying up later if you don’t sleep.”

“Fine, but I’ll be back down here after.” You said, pulling yourself up on the large toolbox and dumping the rag on the hood of the car.

-

‘What time is it?’ you thought, rolling over to the bedside cabinet to check your phone.

10:30am

You groaned and let yourself fall back onto the bed for moment, before wrapping your duvet around your body and shuffling to the kitchen for some coffee.

“Mornin’ Sleeping Beauty.” Clint teased.

“Ugh.” You sighed, grabbing a cup and putting it in the coffee machine.

“Aw, what’s wrong? Do you regret being under a car at 2:30am?” Tony smirked. “I told you you would, sweatheart.”

“Shut it Tony.” You said, sitting on a chair.

You heard the soft patter of your twin sister’s trainers entering the kitchen and turned around to great her.

“Hey, младшая сестра.” You smiled.

“You’re only 6 minutes older than me.” Natasha smirked, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

“Indeed I am.” You smirked back at her. “What are your plans for today?”

“Training, then off to a mission. I should only be gone 2 days, max. What about you?”

“Take a wild guess.” You tucked your fire-red hair behind your ear. “I’ll be in Tony’s garage tinkering with that pile of metal he calls a car.”

“Don’t be rude.” Tony retorted.

“Sorry, мудак.” You laughed.

Natasha laughed and choked on her apple at what you called Tony.

“Wait, what did she just call me?” He said, curiously. “Should I be insulted?”

“Not at all Tony, not at all.” You smirked, taking a sip from your cup of coffee.

Another set of shoes walked through the halls and into the kitchen. You all turned our heads in the direction of the mystery person and saw one of your new colleagues, Bucky Barnes. You hadn’t had the pleasure to meet him yet, but apparently you were about to.

“Oh shit.” He muttered. “Shit, Steve! What was in that doughnut you gave me? I think I’m seeing double!”

You looked at him confused and then at Natasha.

‘Ohhh, that’s what’s up.’ you thought.

“What, Buck?” Steve said, jogging into the kitchen.

He looked at you, then at Natasha and finally at Bucky.

“Buck, there was nothing in the doughnut. This is Natasha’s twin sister, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is my best friend Bucky Barnes. He’s our newest recruit.”

You stuck out a hand for him to shake. “Hi, Bucky. Nice to meet you.”

He took your hand in his you shook it wearily. “Likewise, (Y/N).”

“Well, now that that is over I’m going to modify baby number 47.” Tony said, rubbing his hands together and walking away.

“And Clint and I have to go and train for this mission. Bye (Y/N).” Natasha said, hugging you before she left with Clint.

“Well, I’m going to get ready but I’ll leave you guys to talk. See you 'round, (Y/N).” Steve said before waving goodbye.

“So I guess it’s just us.”+++ You said, smiling at Bucky.

“I guess.” He said, staring down.

“So, what do you wanna do? We could play the new Mortal Combat if you’d like? Or is Just Dance more your scene?” You smirked.

“Just what?” He asked, confused.

“Come on, I’ll show you.” You said, walking to the living room.

-

“Wait, what am I doing?!” The super solider asked.

When Natasha asked you what you were doing today, you definitely wouldn’t have said dancing to Barbie Girl with The Winter Solider.

“Hands on your hips, Barnes! Shake your ass!” You shouted.

“I would take this over training any day, let’s just hope no one sees us doing this.” He laughed.

However, little did you know Steve was watching you two from the corridor trying his best not to laugh at his best friend shaking his ass to Barbie Girl.

The song finished and you two sat back down on the chair, laughing.

“Okay, next song. How about Charleston?” You suggested.

“So I see you two have hit it off.” Steve laughed walking into the living room.

“Oh, shit. Hey Stevie.” Bucky said. “You didn’t see any of that, did you?”

“Not if you didn’t want me to, bud.” Steve smiled.

He looked at the screen before picking up another remote. “So what song is next, guys?”

Take A Selfie (Avengers Imagine)

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) x Reader

“I’m thinking England, maybe.” ~ (Y/N) (L/N)

IMAGINE: Traveling around the world on vacation with Bucky while he takes selfies and sends them to Steve.

Warnings: None A/N: Sorry it’s so short and I wanted to point out that I don’t know where the guards with big furry hats (Bearskins I believe they’re called) are actually at but I’ve heard they’re from England. Requested by anonymous

You gave a full-hearted laugh as Bucky looked down at his phone, you could clearly see a picture of him taking a photo with the Eiffel Tower behind him.

He had been doing this all week, the two of you needed a rest from the constant back to back missions you’ve been getting, you were surprised they allowed the two of you to do this.

Clint had retired a long time ago, he was with his family and Natasha who was still getting over the whole Civil War incident that had happened only a few months ago, so of course the missions were all piled up on you. Bucky had chosen to go back into the cryostasis chamber, but a few months later Steve had asked for them to release him, knowing well enough that he wouldn’t harm anyone any more, not even you.

“He sent me an emoji.” Bucky stated. You looked away from the plane’s windows and plucked the phone out of his hands, politely. “About how many selfies have you taken?” You clicked the home button and clicked the photos icon.

He had taken a lot, a few of you were scattered in there too which caused an enlightened grin to form on your lips.

“Oh, God Bucky. You’re so cute in this one.” You turned the photo back to him and he laughed too. It was the one he had taken at Belgium while running away from a cop. You don’t even remember what he had done to cause one to chase him, but it was sure as hell funny.

You sent that one to Steve before handing the phone back to Bucky. “Where to?” He said, glancing out of the window to see the clouds reflecting the beautiful colors of the sunset.

“I’m thinking England, maybe. You could take a picture with those weird guards that never move.” You replied. Bucky grinned at the thought of taking a photo with them and their furry hats.

“Defiantly, let’s go there. What do think will happen if I take their hats?“ You smiled at Bucky. “Don’t even think about it.” Bucky threw a smirk at you and winked. “Wasn’t planning on it, doll.” He joked.

Steve heard the sound of his phone ring, causing him to chuckle as he read it was a message from Bucky.

He unlocked the phone and expected to see another photo of Bucky doing something crazy, but instead it was a picture of you.

You were glancing out of the window, a smile on you lips which made him assume Bucky had said something funny to you.

Bucky: You know, Stevie, I think I just fell in love with her all over again.

*gifs don’t belong to me*

Captain America: Civil War by Paolo Rivera / Tumblr

TLOU2 and the Stages of Grief

To begin, here’s a quick crash course into the 5 Stages of Grief. 

There are five stages of grief; Denial & Isolation, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Although these are the identified stages, they are not experienced the same for everyone. People experience them occurring in different orders, experience each stage to different degrees, and in some cases people don’t experience all of the stages. Often times people in real life experience these stages without full completion due to how quickly the world moves and the responsibilities that society has put on an individual. Throughout the whole process, our own feelings and thoughts of mortality is brought up. But there is a common thread in each of the stages and that is Hope. While you may have lost someone you are still alive and there is hope that you will continue to live, or in some cases just survive.

Now that we’ve covered some basics to the 5 Stages of Grief, let’s really get into it in regards to The Last of Us Part II. There will be spoilers ahead.

Keep reading

((The ability to appreciate and evaluate human aesthetic is not determined by your sexuality))

To hold you over while I work on the next prompt, here’s a fic I just posted on my ao3!

Language: English 

Words: 2,524 

Summary: It’s Christmas. Brooklyn is blanketed in snow, and as the brunette agent peers out the window, tea in hand, she ponders the day to come, the surprises in store, and most of all, the soldier asleep in her bed.

For anon…reader is painter as requested. Enjoy! (Just a reminder, all the gifs I use are found thru Google unless I state otherwise) It’s soooo long!

Steve let out a wide-mouthed, quiet yawn as he entered the kitchen in the Avengers tower. He stretched his limbs before cracking his neck and knuckles. He padded over to the coffee machine eager for his morning brew.

Just as he started the machine, he heard some thuds coming from the living room. Curious, Steve poked his head out of the kitchen. A small, amused smile crept over his features as he noticed you sitting on the ground, canvas strewn all over the glass coffee table.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed a pop-tart box, probably one of Thor’s, that had barely been touched. In your hand was a thin brush as you focused all of your attention onto filling in your sketches. You paused a moment to scratch your head and settle into a slightly new position. You hunched your back over the platform.

A beep alerted Steve that his coffee was done. Smirking, the soldier grabbed a second mug and filled them up. The blond carried the full cups as he made his way to the couch. He sat a few centimeters from where you were hunched over, still on the floor. He craned his neck to get a better view of the painting.

“G’Morning, Y/N,” he greeted. You jumped slightly, not realizing he had been there. “Steve!” you yelped. “I thought you went to bed.” He gave you a humored smile. “Yeah, eight hours ago.” “Ah crud,” you mumbled realizing you hadn’t left this spot since last night. He held a mug out to you. “I brought you some coffee.” You accepted it gratefully. “Thanks. Just what I needed.”

Steve leaned forward, picking up a few of the paintings closest to him. You kept your gaze on the one you had been working on while sipping your coffee. For whatever reason, you felt your painting seemed…off. A package of pop tarts landed next to you. Not but a moment later, you felt Steve pressing his lips to your temple. You blushed slightly, not because of the kiss, he did that all the time. You were just thankful that Steve was watching out for you. Maybe the kiss was a part of it, but no big deal. You opened the pop tarts and picked at the food.

“These are amazing, Y/N,” Steve praised softly. You shrugged. “Could be better. Actually, the bird one is pretty good.” He nodded. “The colors contrast quite well. Makes the feathers more seamless.” You quirked a brow at him. “Do…do you paint too, Stevie?” Steve chuckled and shook his head. “No. I’m not that artistic.” “Ah ha! But you are artistic!” You waved your fingers back and forth at him. “C’mon Rogers. Let me take a look since you saw mine.”

Steve licked his lips before smirking. A faint blush bloomed over his cheeks. He set his mug on the table, careful not to touch any of your paintings, and stood up. He walked back into the kitchen and opened a drawer. He pulled out a sketchpad and walked back toward you. You could tell he was nervous by the way he held his book: strong and close. You offered a supportive smile.

“It’s alright, Steve. You can trust me.” He smirked and handed it to you. “They’re not nearly as good as your paintings-”

Your gasp cut him off. His eyes widened slightly, a bit nervous. You gently smoothed your hand just to the side of Nat’s portrait. It was so life-like you would’ve mistaken it for her had it not been for the lack of coloring. You flipped to the next page to see a portrait of Tony laughing. The next was Clint and Nat drinking a beer on a couch.

“Steve, these are…” He sighed. “Let me have it.” “Stunning,” you finished with a grin.

Steve’s eyes lit up as you turned to see a sketch of Thor flying over New York. You noticed a figure on the ground wearing a lab coat. It was Bruce. You continued to flip through the pages.

“’Not that artistic’ you say,” you joked, “I never knew I was always in similar company.” Steve saw you flipping closer to the last page. “Uh, Y/N, please don-”

You sat straight as you saw a portrait of yourself. Steve had drawn you grinning with the sun behind you with a Captain America shirt. Your eyes were held a mischievous glint that only he could draw. Feeling your cheeks warm, you ducked your head. You handed Steve his pad while heading to your room. He let out a sigh, thinking you were running to hide. He was surprised when you reentered, clutching a canvas to your chest. Your face was a pinkish hue. Steve wordlessly raised an eyebrow in curiosity as you walked closer to him. You handed it to him face down.

The soldier gingerly turned it around to see a painting of himself. He was sitting on a bench while laughing. A hand held onto his stomach. He noticed a picnic blanket on the ground as well. Steve blinked a few times. It took just another blink before he was on his feet kissing you desperately.

You returned it just as fervently.

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