Meg

“Don’t touch me!”

“What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“Your scaring me!”

“Why do you care anyway?”

“I needed you! I need you and you weren’t there!”

“It wasn’t like that ok?!”

“I can’t see you get hurt!”

“You fucked up plan a!”

“It’s not my fucking fault!”

“You can’t love me!”

“I’m not good for you! Ok?!”

“You can’t just leave!”

“And that hurts, it hurts like a mf!”

“Stop pushing me away!”

“I can’t do this”

“I’m sorry ok?”

“I love you!

“But you promised!”

“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?!”

“I didn’t mean it! Please I’m sorry!

“Isn’t this enough?!”

“Stop lying to me!”

“I missed you! I can’t live without you!”

“How did we get here?”

“This isn’t love, love isn’t supposed to hurt, not like this”

“I gave up”

“I thought you were dead!”

“Nobody has seen you in days!”

“I don’t eat! I don’t sleep!”

But Bucky’s a survivor. He’s got more resilience than any other character is asked for. His drive is to live. When the machine is broken enough that a little bit of Bucky can get back through, even in the midst of an existential crisis and confused and frustrated, that bit of Bucky wants to live.

That’s what Sebastian brought to the character. He brought the humanity in the machine. The victim trapped in metal and leather who doesn’t WANT to be there. Who’s NOT a stone cold assassin. Who was kind and gentle and protective, not a death weapon. The part who has no idea why this was done to him and didn’t deserve any of it and is so confused as to why people are HURTING him.

The Winter Soldier is terrifying because Sebastian let you see the humanity in him. The part of him that we know would never be choosing to do what HYDRA made him do. They broke him and twisted him and he had no choice in the matter. Nothing that was done to him was deserved. Bucky’s tragic because he was the innocent victim who wasn’t just abused and had terrible things happen to him, but who was literally turned into his worst nightmare and who couldn’t do anything about it.

And Steve will get off his ass and climb down there, while bleeding to death from gunshot wounds, to save Bucky even when he won’t bother to save himself. Because Bucky is worth it to Steve, and the audience never for an instant thinks otherwise.

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Plank All Over Me

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: you have to keep your cool while the incredibly flirty Tom Holland planks over you

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“Hello everyone, welcome back to BBC Radio 1. I’m Tom Holland from Spider-Man Far From Home.” Tom said sprightly into the camera.

“And I’m regretting being here.” You said in the same tone, making Tom laugh.

“She’s only kidding.” Tom gave you a fond look before looking back at the camera.

“Is she though?” You said with a scrunched nose.

“Aaaaaand we’re doing the Plank Over Me Challenge.” Tom pointed to the camera like he was a game show host.

“And I’m Y/n L/n from Venom.” You lamely added with equally lame jazz hands. “What is this game? Like how do you even play?”

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- Dean Winchester [Supernatural]

- Sam Winchester [Supernatural]

-  Bucky Barnes [Marvel]

- Steve Rogers [Marvel]

- Peter Parker [Marvel]

- Alfie Solomons [Peaky Blinders]

- Campbell Eliot [The Society]

- Kylo Ren/Ben Solo [Star Wars]

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summary: Set up on what might be the worst blind date you’d ever been on, you find yourself captivated by the mysterious bartender instead  pairing: bucky x reader, bartender!au warnings: a handsy asshole named Brock Rumlow a/n: this was written for @notyetneedcoffee​‘s 2k writing challenge! My prompt was “Touch her again and lose that hand.“ Congrats on 2k!!

The night hadn’t even started and you already missed your couch. With every step along the sidewalk and the click of a heel, you craved to dive into the soft cushioning of your old, worn down sofa, rid yourself of the makeup on your face, and watch movies all night with your best friend. Though, considering she was the culprit behind your current predicament, you might have to reconsider your friendship status for a while.

Natasha was always on your back about how often you kept yourself holed up in the apartment. You weren’t one for nights at the bar in tight dresses baring more skin than you were comfortable with or mingling with strangers in overcrowded spaces with music so loud you could hardly hear yourself think. You were always content with a bowl of popcorn on your lap and hair thrown haphazardly away from your face watching a fourth episode of the same series in a binge, and perhaps that made you a little lame, but you didn’t much mind.

You were happy in your ways, but Natasha had other plans.

It was how you ended up wearing a dress from her closet, black and short enough for your hands to be gripping and tugging the fabric down every few paces, and on your way to a bar downtown to meet a guy you didn’t even know. Some friend she was.

Bucky makes it home from war and finds an unlikely friendship with the daughter of the man he’s working for.

Loosely based on the song “Cleopatra” by The Lumineers. 1940s!AU (I haven’t written in a long time so please be kind, I’m rusty) Warnings: Mildly toxic home life, 1940s sexism, alludes to past sexual assault, mugging, swears

July 1949

It’s hot. Far too hot, Y/N thinks. The ringlets her mother had insisted she wear her hair in have fallen loose since this morning, tight frizzy curls beginning to form at the nape of her neck and temples. She can feel the sweat forming and she wishes she was young again so that she might be allowed to go swimming in the stream behind the estate. Instead, she’s stuck in frills and lace of white and cream, forced to take tea with her mother, father and their guests; her father’s business associate, Joseph Redding and his son, Robert. 

The conversation is dull especially since she’s not allowed to contribute any of her ideas on the stock market or trade. She allows her eyes to wander across the yard to the man her father had hired at the beginning of the summer season. She watches as he rolls up his shirt sleeve for the third time, wiping his grease-covered hand on his grey slacks. He’s handsome with his dark hair and blue eyes; he has a kind smile too when anyone approaches, but he works alone The best mechanic and vallet her father has ever employed apparently. 

She wonders if he fought in the war, like her brother William had. He’s tall and strong–he must’ve been overseas. Maybe he had served with William, maybe he’d know what really happened over there, what happened to Willi– She’s snapped out of her thoughts by a subtle kick under the table from her mother. 

“The Reddings are hosting a gala, Y/N. Isn’t that lovely?” her mother smiles politely, but Y/N knows the annoyance that lies beneath, just for her. 

“Yes, it is. A lovely way to end the social season, I agree” Y/N nods taking a sip of her now cold tea. 

“I’d be honoured if miss Y/N might accompany me to the gala,” Robert speaks. 

Y/N isn’t shocked, but she resists the urge to roll her eyes. 

“Y/N would be delighted” Her father speaks for her. She can only smile though it doesn’t reach her eyes. 

“May I be excused?” she asks, “I think the heat might be getting to me, I’m feeling quite faint”

She doesn’t wait for an answer, instead, she stands to leave the patio and makes her way towards the door. 

“Good afternoon miss,” The mechanic greets politely as she passes. 

Slowing her steps on the gravel of the driveway she smiles, “Good afternoon”.

He is far more handsome up close she decides. 

pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

summary: very, very loosely based on the episode of new girl where brenda song was wearing a fake ring and i thought it would be very cute of billy to do that for someone

word count: 814

a/n: I miss billy and have been super uninspired although I have a bunch of unfinished drafts

warnings: couple curses

“Princess, you come here every weekend to see my pretty face and you still won’t let me take you out for real?” Billy grinned happily, when you playfully rolled your eyes at his question.

a/n: i cant believe i’d never done this before???? 

- ‘ugh you bled on me’

- ‘oh don’t worry that’s not mine’

- ‘whAT’

- he totally does that thing where he runs up behind you and picks you up

- lying across the front seat of baby with ur legs draped over his lap while he drives

- ‘hold me back so i don’t beat the shit out of that son of a bitch’ 

- ‘deAN all he did was compliment my shirt’

- ‘i know men, ok. he wasn’t complimenting your shirt he was complimenting what’s inside it.’

- having the most casual conversations mid hunt

- ‘ooh we should get burgers’ as you stab someone in the face

- stopping halfway through making out for a beer break

- proposing to you with his silver ring u know the one

- having air guitar competitions

- ‘no offense but i would literally kill you right now for some nachos’

- ‘i respect that’

- being the only one he’ll let change the station

- no matter how pissed off you are at eachother your fights are always put on pause at night time because neither of u can sleep without eachother close

- calling you his cherry pie

- getting matching tattoos

- and the whole time leading up to it he’s like ‘don’t worry sweetheart you can hold my hand if you need’

- but he’s the one that ends up needing to hold ur hand

- with the amount of injuries he’s sustained be probably gets cramps and has back issues 24/7

- resulting in him lumbering around and getting heartburn all the time like a fucking 80 year old 

- ‘i’m sorry grandpa did i forget to give you your heart meds this morning?’

- ‘big talk for a girl who’s in a frickin comatose state every morning before her coffee’ 

- ‘….. fuck you’

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