commission for @toxixpumpkin!! i hope you like it!!

Actually the filters just make you adorable to the 10th power. Adorableness was already there to begin with

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What game did you want??? I’ll gift it to you

well all but two games on my wishlist are on sale so i mean technically i want all of them lol

I’m glad someone appreciates and noticed my tags :’3c Love you to~

Prompt by @toxixpumpkin

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) x James “Bucky” Barnes (Winter Soldier)

With a great sigh Bucky looked down at the tiny furred bundle in his arms. On his way back to the apartment he and Wanda shared. He had came across a tuxedo kitten shivering in the cold, December snow. It gave out a pitiful meow, his heart strings tugging. Unzipping the worn black jacket he wore, he set the kitten to his chest, and zipped back up. Hoping his body warmth would be enough until he could get home. He pulled his hoodie tighter, thinking of what Wanda would tell him, and how it all started.

Bucky didn’t seem by all accounts to be an animal lover. However, he surprised Wanda on their first date by taking her to a shelter, where he explained to her how he had seen a beautiful grey tabby, in the window of an adoption event. He had been determined to adopt her and give her a home. Wanda was absolutely floored and blushed, touched that he had that much trust in her to allow her into his small, closed off world. 

The memory brought a small blush to dust his cheeks. He got to his destination, boots thumping heavily against the small two stairs that led up to a door. Opening the door, he made his way inside, to the elevator, and carried on his way to the apartment. Arriving to the fourth floor, he padded his way to the wooden door, a black, blaring number staring back at him. Fumbling to get the keys from his pockets, Wanda opened the door with a bright smile on her face. The way the light haloed around her red hair made him blank for a second, a light rhythmic beating inside his chest as he looked at her in wonder. The sound of a meow broke his thoughts, and Wanda gave him a quizzical look. Folding her arms, she looked at him. 

“Bucky.. Would you like to explain yourself?” A red brow rose up in amusement.

Taking off his scarf to speak clearer, he made his way inside and closed the door, his back to it. “Wanda, I know we said we wouldn’t take in anymore strays, but.. I couldn’t leave the poor thing out in the cold by itself.” He produced the small bundle from his jacket, blue eyes looking up to her and letting out another meow. Sighing, Wanda took the kitten into her arms, the meow attracting three other cries. A chubby, grey tabby cat appeared, chirping and sniffing the air. Bucky bent down to pet her, the feline closing its eyes and enjoying her owner’s petting. A chuckle escaped him before he used his other to pet at a small, clothed senior mutt, her little face and big eyes looking up to him pleadingly. The third creature was another feline, a slender white cat with green eyes. She was more aloof, but obviously wanted a pet herself. 

“You’re right, we do need to stop taking in more stray animals.. But I suppose this little one can be an exception. But no more!” The dark haired man stood up with the small dog in his arms, nodding. “I can agree to that.” A smile flitted through his face, Wanda blushing and holding the kitten even closer. She began to pet it, the small creature purring very loudly. “Maybe I shall call him after you. After all, I did let you name all three of them.” A playful glare appeared on her face. Bucky merely rolled his eyes in return. 

“Well, your names were hard to pronounce. Plus, Tabitha likes her name, don’t you, Tabitha?” The small dog wagged its tail happily and gave out a yip, Bucky snuggling the dog to his cheek. “See?”

Wanda gave a soft chuckle and walked to the kitchen, opening a cupboard and taking out a can of wet cat food to give to the kitten. “I think Bucky Jr. will be fine then.” Setting the kitten down, she opened the can for it, and the kitten devoured it, making typical kitten mewls as it ate. Bucky came over, snaking an arm around Wanda’s waist and pulled her closer, his nose breathing in her scent. 

A small, cozy home sat in the middle of a fenced in yard. Flowers were in bloom, and buzzing creatures could be seen hovering over them. The yard was alive with color, and with life. A porch with two small stairs leading to it, was occupied by a slender, regal black cat. Her pelt shining and showing tiger like stripes as the afternoon sun haloed her. Soft, padded paws walked over to the cat, belonging to a chubby, white and tan canine.

The feline opened her eyes, whiskers twitching as she looked at the dog in question. Tail wagging a mile a minute, the happy dog plopped down right next to her, whiskey colored eyes looking back. Extending a large paw, she pawed softly at the cat and gave a toothy grin.

“Nina, have I ever told you that you have such a pretty colored fur pattern? You could almost be considered an actual tiger.”

“Pfft, I AM a tiger. Just small. It means I’m even more lethal.” The feline chuffed, turning her head up at an angle as if offended.

Chuckling, the dog laid her head down onto the concrete that was laid in the middle as a path. “Well, your toe beans are certainly much cuter.” Her nose got a bit redder from the statement. Giving off a haughty laugh, she looked at the canine again.

“Always with your charm. Do you ever tire of it?”

“For you? Never!”

“Typical.”

“Now, now, Nina. Is that any way to treat your Paw-lentine?”

“That doesn’t even make sense, Noah!”

Another chuckle escaped Noah, the dog as she sat up. “It does! To me. Anyhow, would you like to hear a Paw-lentine’s Day pun, that I made for you?”

Rolling her eyes playfully, Nina’s black tail twitched in humor. “Do your worse.”

With tail wagging, she cleared her throat. “Nina.. Toe-Bean honest… I think you’re purrfect!” A toothy smile followed after, eyes closed and red nose a darker color. SIlence followed for a short moment before the cat giggled cutely, her slender paw lifted up to her jaw as she tried to contain it.

“You’re such a goofy dog! How in the world do I tolerate you?”

“Is it because you like me?”

Would good vibes be appreciated?? Cause I got a bunch for you