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Thinking about reader presenting Bucky with a baby shirt to tell him that they're having a baby but clueless Bucky gets hyped and puts it on Alpine like in that one tiktok with the dude and his dog.

I mean need we say more 😏💚💙

Frank Castle deserves to be treated right dammit

i cant do this anymore guys. it’s the same fucking face

there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter

tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks... that website still lives on

truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that

Dean Winchester acting normal around handsome men challenge

bonus: boner for cas all fresh and cleaned up

Cowabunga Dude

TFAWS Bucky

Summary: Sam teaches Bucky some "new" slang he uses on you to impress you into a date.

Content warning: Mild language, gullible Bucky? Little fluff

“Dude, you need to get out there more” 

“I get out” Bucky protested, and Sam scoffed at him. 

“Going out to play checkers in the park Sunday mornings with old war vets isn’t what I mean Buck. Go out with a lady, or a dude even, but get out, meet someone” he said making Bucky grumble.

They sat in the new office taking a break from setting it up as Sam went over some equipment as Bucky sipped his coffee while scanning the newspaper. 

Since the flagsmashers, they’ve been busy putting out fires all over the place. 

Sam hired you to be his office administrator, and your first day was tomorrow.

“When Y/n starts, you’re going to have to be nice to her” Sam warned Bucky and he rolled his eyes at Sam. 

“I’m nice” he spat, and Sam shook his head. 

“Just don’t scare her off. You can be broody, so just smile occasionally. Y/n is helping me out by doing this job, so I expect you to behave” he got up from his desk. 

“Come on, it’s Sunday, let’s go back to my place and watch some football” 

Sam lead Bucky out of the office.

You woke up early on Monday morning, excited to start your job. 

Yes, it was a Monday and excited and Mondays should never be said in the same sentence, but you didn’t care, you were excited to be working with your friend Sam. He needed someone with experience to run things while he was away, and he instantly thought of you. 

You worked for a small tech company that folded within a few months of opening, so you were available and looking when Sam called you and offered you a job, which you were grateful for. So, you got yourself ready and made your way to the office to start your new job with one of your best friends at your side.

You walked into the office.

“Morning Sam”

“Hey Y/n” 

He gave you a quick hug. 

He showed you to your desk, which was at the front of the room next to some plants and a few chairs. 

“Wow, still setting up, are we?” you joked looking around the sparse office. 

“Yeah, Buck and I were here all weekend organizing things. Got your desk, phone, and computer set up”  

Of course, it was Stark. Pepper must have set Sam up with some things.

You and Sam were working away. lugging empty boxes down the hall when you noticed a man walk up. He was tall, had short dark hair, slight scruff on his cheeks, and bright blue eyes. He was quite handsome and thought this must be Bucky.

Bucky was expecting a regular old day when he made his way to the office. He knew of you, but he had never met you or seen pictures of you, but he knew who you thanks to Sam constantly blabbering about you. 

He knew who you were instantly as he saw you struggling. He thought you were cute as you huffed and puffed your way down the hall, but he froze when you approached him. 

“Hello” 

He nodded. 

“Here”

He took the boxes from you. 

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver” 

You could have sworn you saw him blush before he turned away.

You walked back to your desk and sat down. The man from earlier who helped you with the empty boxes walked into the office. 

“I’m Bucky” 

You smiled. 

“Y/n. I kind of figured that out”

“Sam around?” asked Bucky.

“I think he’s in his office”

Bucky made his way to see Sam. 

“Morning Buck” 

Sam was busy placing pictures around his desk wondering where to hang them. 

“I see you met Y/n” 

He looked at the empty walls. 

“Yeah” 

Bucky shrugged but kept his eyes on you. 

“Don’t go flirting with her” he warned, and Bucky smirked. 

He was in no shape to flirt, not when he couldn’t string more than a few words together in front of you.

“I’m serious” 

Sam warned.

Bucky left to get a cup of coffee. His office was next to Sam’s and he was almost set up as the only thing left was the laptop which he scowled at.

“I don’t know what I’m doing?” 

Bucky called, unboxing the laptop and looking at it like it was a foreign object. 

“Hey” 

You peeked into Bucky’s office. 

“Need a hand with that?” pointing to the laptop.

“O-ok” 

He offered you the box grimacing at his stuttering. 

Why was he so nervous around you and why was his palm sweaty? 

You unwrapped it and took everything out, placing the cables on the desk. Bucky watched you intently as you worked efficiently at plugging things in as the screen came to life. 

“Just follow the instructions on the screen” 

You noticed Bucky scowl at it. 

“You need to set up a username and password” 

You away the empty boxes. 

“What do I make it?” he asked, and you shrugged. 

“Ask Sam but keep it simple. And if it seems funny to you, come and get me and I’ll help you. You know Sam likes to joke around” you warned before leaving to go back to your desk.

Bucky must have gotten his laptop set up as you could hear Sam and him argue about it. They did that a lot, but it was all in fun as they took jabs at each other. They were like an old married couple. 

The day flew by as you were almost finished when you saw Sam walk out and lean on your desk with Bucky following. 

“Want to come out for drinks with us? Catch up?” he asked. 

“No thanks Sam. Going to my sisters tonight to be the cool aunt. Babysitting duties and all. Maybe next time?” 

“Sure thing” 

The three of you left.

“You ok Buck?” Sam looked over at Bucky who watched you walk in the opposite direction of where they were headed. 

“I should have walked with her back to her apartment” he admitted, and Sam scoffed. 

“Y/n can take care of herself. She’s a former special forces agent, served with me oversees” he said, and Bucky nodded. 

He was still watching you with a light smile on his face. 

“You, sure you're ok?” Sam asked and Bucky nodded. 

“Come on” Sam said, suddenly aware his friend may have a small crush.

“All I’m saying Buck, is just go up to her and talk to her” Sam said the following week. 

It had been a week of working with Sam and Bucky and you were loving it. 

“Do you think so? I used to be so good at this stuff” he said and Sam snorted. 

“Right, the ladies man thing” Sam rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t know what to say to her” he said, and Sam got an idea. 

He knew you were smart, witty, and would understand. Sam was always up for a bit of fun. 

“Just talk to her like normal. Y/n is super cool and when you’re finished, say Cowabunga dude. Chicks like that” he said, and Bucky looked at him weirdly. 

“What? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. What does that even mean?” asked Bucky. 

“It means you’re into her” he shrugged, having a hard time keeping a straight face. 

“Fine” Bucky mumbled. He caught you walking in from lunch.

“Hey guys” you waved and sat down at your desk. 

Sam nudged Bucky and Bucky swatted at him. 

“I’m goin’” he whispered. 

Bucky walked up to your desk. You gave him a smile and it almost knocked him over.

“Hey Bucky”

He stood there for a bit, and it was a little awkward. 

“You, ok?” 

“Oh, I’m fine…nice weather out” he blurted out. 

You looked at him funny but answered. 

“Yeah, it’s getting nicer out. Glad there is warm weather coming this week.” 

“I like your sweater” Bucky blurted out making you blush a little. 

“Thanks” 

You looked down at your sweater and smiled. 

“Well, cowabunga dude” 

He turned around and left. 

You sat there staring at Bucky’s retreating back with your mouth open.

Did-did he just say Cowabunga dude? What the hell was that? 

You saw Bucky go back to his office and you smiled at him, thinking he might not be feeling right, or you misheard. 

Sam was down the hall walking to his office with his hand over his mouth trying to conceal his laughter since he heard the whole thing. 

“I think it worked” Bucky proudly said standing in Sam’s office. 

“Oh, yeah, really?” 

Sam had to hide a snicker. 

“Got anything else I can say to her to show her I’m interested?” asked Bucky and Sam grinned widely gesturing to Bucky to sit down.

The next day, you brought coffees in for the guys since you were running late. 

“So sorry guys, my alarm didn’t go off” 

You placed the coffees down on the counter. You were only 10 minutes late, but you felt bad, so you got a few coffees as apologies. 

“No problem dudette” 

Bucky  grabbed his coffee and went to his office. 

You stood there with an open mouth then looked at Sam. 

“What was that?” Sam shrugged and took his coffee to his office. 

Weird.

You spent the morning organizing some files as you saw Bucky make his way over to you. 

“Got time for some lunch?” he asked, and you frowned slightly. 

“Still on hold with tech support and these files aren’t going to file themselves. Rain check?” you asked, and Bucky frowned lightly. 

“Alright. Don’t have a cow” 

You stared at him. 

“What was that?” 

“Don’t have a cow” he replied then walked to his office. 

Sam was out for lunch, so you texted him.

You: Why is Bucky suddenly talking like Bart Simpson?

Sam: I have no idea what you’re talking about

You: You sure?

Sam: Maybe?

You: Sam…

Sam: Come on, it’s funny

You: It kind of is…but why?

Sam: He likes you. Wanted to get the nerve to talk to you more and maybe ask you out. I gave him some sayings I told him will help

You: OMG Sam. What if he was doing this to someone else who isn’t me?

Sam: LOL then it’d be funnier? IDK?

You: We’re talking about this when you get back…the poor guy thinks those are pick up lines…

Sam: I know…

You: Sam…honestly…

Sam: Fine…

You: ...

Sam: ...

You put your phone down and chuckled lightly as your other line finally got through to tech support.

It was the end of the week, and you were grateful for a few days off. Sam had you running ragged as you were busy fielding calls and information for the new team. 

You met Joaquin a few times when he met with Sam as well as Peter and Kate came by to check out the new place. They seemed great and eager to start their new roles alongside Sam and Bucky.

Bucky watched you work from his office. He was thinking today would be the day he would ask you out for a drink. 

“Hey Y/n?” 

“Yes Bucky?” 

“Can you come here for a minute?” 

You got up from your desk and made it to Bucky’s office. 

“Yeah?”

 “Hi…”

"Hello..."

“I was wondering…well…would you like to go for a drink with me after work?” he asked, and you smiled. 

“Sure Bucky” 

He smiled bright.

“Cool. Cowabunga” 

You smirked then looked at the ground to hide your snort as you fake coughed. 

“You, ok?” asked Bucky and you nodded. 

“Fine, all good” you gave him a thumbs up as you left and went back to your desk. 

The fact that Bucky Barnes asked you out made your insides flippy and squishy. You sat there for the rest of the day with a dopey smile on your face. You are going to have to tell him about Sam’s fun he was having since the poor guy is so sure of himself.

You and Bucky walked to the bar a few blocks from the office. He put his hand at the small of your back as the two of you walked into the bar and headed to a booth. 

“I’ll get you a drink” 

Bucky made his way to the bar. 

You sat in the booth and watched him interact with the bartender. He made his way back to the table. 

“There” He handed you your drink. 

“Thanks. Cheers?” Bucky held out his beer to you which you clinked before taking a sip. 

You took a sip of your drink and squished your face. It was quite sour. 

“Is your drink, ok?” asked Bucky and you nodded. 

“A little on the sour side but it’s ok, really…” 

“Let me get you another”

"It’s ok Bucky, really” 

“If he made it wrong, I can go back and tell him” 

Bucky was getting up. 

“Don’t have a cow” 

Bucky looked at you weirdly. 

“That was my line?” 

Bucky grumbled making you laugh. You shifted closer to him in the booth. 

“Bucky…Do you wonder about those lines?” you quietly asked as Bucky thought about it. 

“Not really. Sam said they would work” he admitted. 

“Think about it…Sam said they would work. Have you heard them used anywhere else? Have you heard Sam say those lines to anyone at all?” you gently asked him as you patted the back of his gloved hand. 

Bucky was smart and you didn’t want to make him feel bad as he thought about it. 

“Dammit Sam” he said then rolled his eyes. 

You laughed hard and Bucky had a hard time hiding a smirk on his face. 

 “I think Sam was having some fun with you” 

“So those aren’t current pick-up lines?” he said flatly. 

“No Buck. Those are Bart Simpson sayings” 

“Who?” 

"Bart Simp…never mind. I’ll show you sometime” you patted the back of Bucky’s hand. 

“Well…they worked though. I got you here, didn’t I?” teased Bucky and you rolled your eyes but laughed. 

“Yeah…they did” you admitted. 

“Well then, Cowabunga” Bucky said as he sipped his drink then gave you his classic smirk.

CONGRATS ON 2K!!! i’m so happy for you. here’s a cookie for you, you deserve it 🍪

💃 prompt 5&6 for everyone’s favourite mass murderer - frank castle. thank youu <3<3<3

— 🍪 received. with love. thank you so much for your request omg. number 6 is SUCH a frank thing like exactly a line i would write for him. hope you like this one!!

— prompts:

💃 5. mm. your warm

💃 6. no— no. it’s alright. come here

— warnings: swearing.

[grippingbeskar’s 2k night out celebration!]

“I didn’t know where else to go.” You stand at his door, dripping rainwater on his very small doorstep. Frank looks at you, wearing nothing but his boxers, with a slightly confused look on his face.

It was true. You had no where else to go. You’d been kicked out of your old apartment, and the place you were staying… well, it wasn’t actually yours, and unfortunately the very rich and very angry owners of the house had made an unexpected trip home.

They, obviously, called the police, which you didn’t want to stick around for, running in the pouring rain to the first place you could think of going. Franks house.

Your relationship was… complicated at best. Most of the time you hated each other, but the few times your interests had aligned, you worked better together than anyone you had teamed up with before. Not to mention Frank Castle stirred up feelings in you that you hadn’t felt in a long time, ones you weren’t sure you even still had.

He doesn’t say anything, just stands aside and lets you walk through the doorway, locking it behind you. He disappears into another room, and you try to minimise how much water you drip onto his floor, shuffling out of your shorts and jumper. He’d sewn you up more times than you could count, so being exposed around him wasn’t really something that made you feel anything.

What did make you freeze up was when he came back into the room, the look in his eyes and the way he watched you take the towel and clothes he had brought you, and how you felt his eyes burning holes in your figure.

He turned around to let you dry off, and only when he wasn’t looking at you did he talk.

“You must be desperate. Comin’ here.” You scoff, trying to ring out your hair before sliding a sweater over your body. It smelt like him— his cologne mixed with something sharp and metallic.

“Don’t have a lot of time to make friends, thanks to you.” He had brought you a pair of sweatpants, knowing you’d be freezing, but even the added warmth didn’t stop you from shivering. Frank turned around, hearing you swear at how your teeth were chattering together. “I’m freezing.”

“There’s a uh—fireplace. In my room.” You were already moving, too fucking cold to worry about how he’d practically just invited you to his bed.

His room was small, but there was a lit fireplace surrounded by brick. It was pretty, sure, but also a testament to how old the building was. You wondered why he’d never bothered to move someplace nicer. He could certainly afford it now. At least move to a place built this century.

You sat yourself on the edge of his bed, that was just close enough to the fire to thaw you out. You were still shivering, and you hadn’t taken your eyes off the fire long enough to notice Frank walking in, let alone sitting down next to you. Your body moved towards him when the mattress dips to his weight, and you do nothing to stop it.

“I’ll b-be out s-s-soon. Fucking rain j-just…” Your eyes close, trying to focus on stopping yourself from shivering so hard. It was almost exhausting— now you’re out of the rain you can feel how ice-cold it was, chilling you to the bone.

“You’re fine. Not like I got any plans either. Thanks to you.” Your teeth stop banging together long enough to scoff a little. You had both been making a dent in the FBI’s most wanted list, this being a time when your interests seemed to match up.

When he shuffles on the bed next to you, you can almost feel how warm he is through the small distance. His bed is messy from where he’s jumped out of it when you banged on his door, and you are fucking freezing—

You lean into him, your cheek brushing against his shoulder. The sudden contact makes you jerk back, despite how much you need to be close to him. Need him— no, not him. His body heat. You have to remind yourself of that.

“S-sorry.” You whisper, hardly audible above the crackling of fire.

“No— no. It’s alright. Come here.” He moves closer, wrapping his arms around you. His hands cling to you, rubbing along your arm trying to get the feeling to come back to them.

Abandoning any remaining pride, you lean into him again, this time falling into the hard lines of his chest, bringing your legs up and over his so he was practically holding you.

He turns around, keeping one arm holding you, and twists back with a blanket. It’s big and soft, and smells like the jumper he gave you when he wraps it around your shivering body.

“Better?” You nod quickly, afraid to move and lose any of the warmth you’ve started to retain. You also don’t want to risk having him move. You don’t know why you think that, but you just know your body wants to stay as close to him as possible. “You got anyone you needa call?”

“No one.” He nods above you, understanding.

“New roommates kick you out?”

“They didn’t know they had a roommate, so I guess they h-had a fair response.” Frank laughs quietly, and you turn your face upward, seeing a small smile. “Shut up.”

“You couldn’t just get a hotel room?”

“We aren’t all paid by special agents and veteran benefits.”

“Fair.” His arms tighten around you, feeling you still shaking slightly. You aren’t sure it’s from the cold anymore, with how his hand has slipped under the blanket, holding your waist. “Stay here.”

“What?” You sit up in his arms, and your faces are so close that you nearly whack his head.

“Stay here.” You probably look as confused as he did when you first showed up. “I see you every day. Until this shit blows over, and we’re done, stay here.”

You don’t know why he would be kidding, and his face tells you he’s deadly serious. Stay here. With him. Why the hell would he want that?

You have been nothing but a prick in his side since you moved here, getting in his way when he approached on what you claimed to be your mission. You were the one out of line, but here he was, offering you something like safety. Something you hadn’t had in a long time.

“So you can shove me out in the pouring rain, too?” You can’t look at him now, burying your face in his neck. “Way to kick me when I’m down.”

“No rain. Bed’s small, though.”

“You’ll have to be the little spoon.” Nothing is quiet about the way you both laugh, the silence of his small room filled with the light sound. You feel the hand on your waist let go, only to come back further down, around your hip.

“That a yes?” You look up and roll your eyes, but a small nod answers his question. “Alright.”

Apparently, it was that easy. Frank held you there, as close to the fire as you could get without jumping in it, and when you finally started to return to a normal temperature, you felt him shift under you.

“It okay if we…” He was tired, you could tell, and the look on his face had you moving up the small bed, claiming one of the two pillows he used.

Slowly, he laid down next to you, and you couldn’t bare the distance, pulling him closer as soon as he laid down.

“Mm. You’re warm.” You say into the crook of his neck, and he breathes in deeply, one of his hands running along your spine.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Good for something, at least.” At that, he forces you to spin around, and his body presses against your back while his arm wraps around your chest, keeping you bundled in the blankets and him.

“Go to sleep.” His lips brush against the back of your neck, and you can feel his smile when he talks. The intimate gesture sends all the heat you would ever need flooding your veins, and you fall into unconscious at the sound of his breathing.

wallpaper

summary: bucky finds out how to change the wallpaper on your phone, and takes every opportunity he can to do so. until one day he doesn't have the heart to

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 1000

warnings: fluff, nonspecific friends to lovers, this was just a dumb idea i had

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The first time Bucky changed the wallpaper on your phone, it was an accident - kind of. He sat on your couch, lazily scrolling through the photos of Alpine you insisted he looked at, because you simply couldn’t resist having a Halloween photoshoot with her while he was off on yet another mission, leaving her in your trusting hands. He was happy you were in the kitchen, because he would never let you see the smile he wore as he browsed the album, chuckling silently to himself over how elaborate these photos were. His mood swiftly changed when he swiped incorrectly, an array of different options suddenly presenting themselves to him. He swore under his breath as he tried to make them go away, but he only made it worse as the option to change your wallpaper came up. With an annoyed huff, he just kept tapping, figuring that eventually he would get it back to how it was. After a few more grueling seconds, he sighed in relief as he was once more face to face with Alpine sitting inside a jack-o-lantern candy bucket - how was he supposed to know that photo was now both your lockscreen and homescreen?

“Did you change my lockscreen?” you curiously asked when you finally sat back down beside him, taking your phone and checking it for any new messages.

“Did I what?” he asked in confusion, his head snapping up from his own phone to look at you with a scrunched brow. 

You could only laugh lightly, turning your phone to display the new photo brandishing your screen. The second Bucky saw it, his eyes widened almost imperceptibly as his face flushed ever so slightly. 

“I, uh- sorry,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to, your phone is just - it’s different than mine.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle fondly, your chuckles growing into more laughter as you realized it was also your homescreen. “It’s okay, Buck,” you assured softly, laughing quietly as you changed the photos back to their precursors. “It could have been worse, at least it’s not an embarrassing photo or something.” 

You were too busy fixing his mistake to notice the glint that sparkled in his eyes, a smirk growing on his face as your words gave him the most incredible idea he’s had in a while. 

The second time Bucky changed your wallpaper, it was very much not an accident. You left him your phone so he could look at the photos you took on your latest trip, unpacking your bags as he split his attention between listening to your stories and scrolling through a seemingly endless array of new pictures - which he truthfully enjoyed, but he was on a secret mission for the perfect, nondescript one to choose. 

“Again, Buck?” you giggled, flopping on the bed beside him as you took your phone back. 

“What?” he asked, just innocent and clueless enough to not raise any flags. 

“You and your fat thumbs, I swear,” you mumbled under your breath, changing the photos back once more, completely oblivious to his proud little smirk.

It took three more times for you to suspect that Bucky had started doing it on purpose, but your suspicions weren’t proven correct until he took a photo of you to display.

“Did you- when- really?” you stammered as you looked between him and your phone, half annoyed and half impressed because when did he even take this photo? 

He only grinned in response, laughing about how long he was able to do it under the pretense of it being an accident before running away in a fit of giggles, dodging the pillow you threw after him.

From that moment on, it became a game for him. 

Any opportunity that presented itself, Bucky snatched your phone and changed your displays to the most embarrassing and ridiculous photos of yourself.

A sunset was changed to you mid-sneeze. Alpine was changed to you post-nap. You partying with the gang was changed to an extreme close up of your face in that very photo. Louisiana docks were changed to you mid rant as you yelled at him to give you your phone back. A cherry blossom was changed to you passed out on the couch, wrapped up in a hoodie you stole from him and drooling all over the sleeve of it. 

As time went on, you stopped being surprised whenever it happened, and you grew to enjoy it. It was a silly thing, but it was a silly thing that only you and Bucky shared. It was a special thing, a cherished thing. It was your favourite thing.

Neither of you realized how the dynamic between the two of you started morphing into something else right in front of your very eyes. It was slow. It was gradual and complex and delicate and went unnoticed for almost a whole year. 

It was only noticed now, as Bucky took the opportunity to grab your phone as you slept soundly against his chest. It had been a while since he was able to get a chance to do this, and so he eagerly unlocked your phone, already running through different ideas of what picture to use. 

He was caught off guard when the picture staring back at him was from a few weeks ago. It was the day you finally convinced him to let you drive his bike after months of endless asking. It was a photo neither of you knew Sam took until later that night, when he sent it to both of you. 

It was you, sat in front of him on the bike and wrapped up in his arms, one securely planted on either side of you as his hands rested on yours, guiding you through everything as you both gleefully laughed at the fact that you actually managed to convince him to do this. 

For once, Bucky didn’t have the heart to change it. 

He couldn’t. 

It was his wallpaper, too. 

jensen was like yeah dean would say I love you Cas no homo in the worst way possible.