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Embarrassing Photograph -Bucky x ReaderEmbarrassing Photograph -Bucky x Reader by cassylovespink
A fitted shirt was quickly put on.
Tight yoga pants hugged your curves nicely.
But more importantly you grabbed your iPod and stuck both earbuds in.
You gave a satisfied sigh, “Time for my jog!” You look outside the window to see the sun rising up over the horizon.
Taking a moment for yourself, the watched the sun steadily grow from a soft glowing orange to a ball of outreaching yellow. It graced itself up into the sky as if it owned it but yet still somehow free. You touched the window longingly.
‘I wonder what it would be like to be that free?’ A brief flash of anger filled your mind. You hadn’t wanted to become an Avenger. In fact you were forced to. Fury was overtly interested in your talent and powers that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Your fist clenched and the window you were touching vibrated. You kept making it vibrate until a hairline crack formed in front of your fist. You stopped before shaking your head. “I don’t
Bucky x Blind! Reader LingeringBucky x Blind! Reader Lingering by Emma-Rosse
The weather was gray and oppressive that morning, not to mention extremely chilly. And the best part; it wasn’t even autumn yet. They were barely two weeks into September and (Name) was already done with the fall. She groaned when she awoke to the sound of the alarm clock blaring noisily and incredibly gratingly on the other side of the bed.
“...Mngh...Bucky...turnitoff…” She mumbled annoyedly, reaching over to said man who was sleeping next to her. He grunted, still half asleep, but shifted and hit the clock to turn it off.
“...You broke another alarm clock, didn’t you?” She guessed tiredly, met with a now annoyed grunt from Bucky. He shifted again, and she heard him move closer to her. Then a strong, warm arm wrapped around her and the messy hair of her lovely man tickled her face as he grumbled, already grumpy.
"Aww, poor baby. ...You do know you have to get up now though, right?” She added, earning a third grunt from Bu
Bucky x Baby! Reader EndlesslyBucky x Baby! Reader Endlessly by Emma-Rosse
Bucky Barnes was not a charity case. After everything that had happened to him in DC months ago, the absolute last thing he wanted to do with was people. More specifically, tiny, high maintenance people.
More more specifically, babies.
Like the one currently sitting in a woven basket crying her face off on the riverbank, all Moses style. He groaned to himself, wondering why he of all people had to be the one to discover the child, the small note attached to her thin blankets damp from baby tears and river water.
‘Of course it would be the one time I actually want to go for a walk in a park.’ He thought to himself, kneeling down to retrieve the girl from the basket, taking the note off with his metal hand and tucking her stinky little self in his other arm.
Please take good care of my daughter, (Name). I can’t take care of her now because I’m having a lot of family and money troubles. I don’t
Stay the Night" Are you gonna stay the night?"Stay the Night by DarkPirateRule
The words both shocked and thrilled her... but more than either two of those emotions there was fear. So much fear. She flashed back through everything.
~~~~ She had made such a mess of things with him. For all her thousands of years and vast knowledge, one human comes along almost a hundred years ago and turns everything to dust. She met him and everything went to pot and all because she couldn't keep her shit together when she was around him. They were in love while he was still human and she was walking a fine line back then with him when she wanted, no, needed to be with him after she met him. His blood called to her back then and his scent was still just as intoxicating now, even without the promise and curse of fresh, hot blood pumping through his veins.
But she left him behind and he never knew it. Never knew her, nothing about her. The knowledge of her was kept from him because that's how she wanted it. She was poison and didn't want to do furth
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Knock, Knock. Come inside, Cross your Heart and Live to Die....
This is not outta the blue! It's smack dab in the middle of the blue!
People say writing is 10 percent inspiration and 90 percent perspiration. This is nonsense -- It's pretty much 100 percent caffeine..... At least in my case.
I quit coffee for a while, which is BIG news. But then I replaced it with about twenty-seven cups of green tea per day. (Probably making the whole quitting-coffee thing moot.)
So while I may have switched seats, I'm still drowning ( although vivacious and alert ) in a sea of stimulant.
I think that if you give someone your word, you should be able to stand on it just as solid as ground. And that if you can't keep it, warn me before you break it.
Because it hurts to fall from a height so high....
Little bits of Wisdom....
One's mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains it's original dimensions.
Let go of the past and go for the future. Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you imagined.
Keep your eyes on the Stars and your feet on the Ground.
Destiny is not a matter chance, it is a matter of choice.
Don't be afraid to be Different.
There is no such thing as limits to growth, because there are no limits to the human capacity for intelligence, imagination, and wonder.
To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.
Perfectly amazing You.
Not wasting your time trying to be somebody else.
Taking the time to discover who You really are.
Learning to Love your authentic Self.
You. Are. Remarkable.
" Call it a Clan, Call it a Pack, Call it a Network, Call it a Tribe, Call it a Family. Whatever you call it, Whoever you are, You need one."
Life is not a matter of holding good cards,
But making the most of the cards you're dealt.
There's a fine line between wrong and visionary. Unfortunately, you have to be a visionary to see it.
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God loves you, And I'm trying to....
Even when you're in the middle of nowhere, cling to the edge of somewhere.
I know why the Joker looks likes he does....
..........Because Adele set fire to the rain!
Things age, grow old and die,
That's the circle of life.
But some things stay with us,
Some things never die...
Love and Music live on... Forever.
Stay with me... Forever and Always.
✔ Mentally dating characters that don't actually exist
❒ Taken. ❒ Single. ✔ FOREVER ALONE.
Favourite genre of music: Any
MP3 player of choice: Zune
Personal Quote: " If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell."
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Look what I learned!