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I decided to create a masterpost that would help you with what you are struggling with. Hopefully any of the links below will help you! Reminder; You’re going to be okay. What you are going through will pass, just remember to breathe.

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Distractions;

Here are some distractions to help keep your mind occupied so you aren’t too focused on your thoughts.

-Draw something

-This website translates the time into colours.

-Create your own galaxy.

-Play flowing.

-Make a 3D line travel where ever you like.

-Listen to music.

-Calm.

-Ocean mood, do nothing for two minutes.

Sleep issues;

- 8 hour sleep music.

-Rainy mood.

-Meditation.

-Coping with nightmares.

-How to cope with nightmares, 11 steps.

-Calm

-Foods that can affect your sleeping, both positive and negatively.

Uncomfortable with silence;

-Rainy mood.

-10 hours of rain and thunder.

-3 hours of rain and thunder.

-Human heartbeat.

-Rainforest.

-Sound of rain on a tin roof.

-Autumn wind.

-Rain on a tent

-Traffic in the rain.

-Soft traffic.

-Fan.

-Train.

-Simply noise.

-My noise.

-Rainy cafe.

Anxiety;

-How to stop worrying.

-Tips to manage anxiety and stress.

-The 10 best ever anxiety management techniques.

-Self-help strategies for anxiety.

-Helping a friend with anxiety.

-All about worrying.

-8 myths about anxiety.

Sad, angry and depressed/depression;

-“I’m always sad”

-Feeling sad.

-Going through trauma.

-“I’m always angry”.

-Anger management.

-All about anger.

-National helplines and websites.

-Self-help strategies for depression.

-Dealing with depression at work.

-Dealing with depression at school.

Isolation and loneliness;

-Pets and mental health.

-All about loneliness.

-“I feel so alone”

-10 more ideas to help with loneliness.

-How to deal with loneliness.

Self-harm;

-Alternatives to self-harm and distraction techniques.

-146 things to do besides self-harm.

-More alternatives to self-harm.

-Self-harm alternatives.

-How to take care of self-harm wounds/injuries.

-Getting rid of scars.

Addiction;

-How to help a friend with a drug addiction.

-What is addiction?

-All about alcohol and addiction.

-The facts about drug addiction.

Eating disorders;

-Helping a friend with an eating disorder.

-Eating disorder treatments.

-Support services for eating disorders.

-Self-help tips with eating disorders.

-Eating disorder recovery.

-Recovering from an eating disorder.

-100+ reasons to recover.

-Understanding and managing eating disorders.

Dealing with self-hatred;

-3 ways to ease self-loathing.

-How to turn self-hatred into self-compassion.

-Self-hatred resources.

-10 step plan to deal with self-hate.

Suicidal;

-International suicide hotlines (1) (2)

-Preventing suicide.

-Reasons to stay alive.

-Dealing with suicidal thoughts and feelings.

-Coping with suicidal ideation.

Schizophrenia;

-All about schizophrenia.

-Helping a person with schizophrenia.

-Understanding and dealing with schizophrenia.

-Delusions and hallucinations.

OCD;

-Managing your OCD at home.

-Overcoming OCD.

-How to cope with OCD.

-Strategies for dealing with the anxious moments.

Borderline personality disorder;

-Helping someone with BPD.

-All about personality disorders.

-Treatment for BPD.

Abuse;

-Healthy relationships VS abusive relationships.

-Emotional abuse

-Overcoming sexual abuse.

-Hotlines services.

-5 ways to escape an abusive relationship.

-Domestic violence support.

-Signs of an abusive relationship.

-What do to if you’re in an abusive relationship.

-Surviving abuse.

-What you can do if you’re sexual harassed.

-Sexual assault support.

-What to do if you’ve been sexually assaulted or abused.

Bullying;

-How to stand up against bullying.

-How to protect yourself when it comes to cyber bullying.

-How to help stop people bullying you.

Loss and grief;

-How to cope with a suicide of a loved one.

-Grieving for a stranger.

-Common reactions to death.

-Working through grief.

(Other loss and grief)

-Moving away from friends and family.

-Coping with a breakup.

Getting help;

-Seeking help early.

-All about psychological treatments.

-Types of help.

-All about age and confidentiality.

Things you need to remember;

- Don’t stress about being fixed because you’re not broken.

-Remember to remind yourself of your accomplishments. Tell yourself that you’re proud of yourself, even if you’re not.

- This is temporary. You won’t always feel like this.

-You are not alone.

-You are enough.

-You are important.

-You are worth it.

-You are strong.

-You are not a failure,

-Good people exist.

-Reaching out shows strength.

-Breathe.

-Don’t listen to the thoughts that are not helping you.

-Give yourself credit.

-Don’t be ashamed of your emotions, for the good or bad ones.

-Treat yourself the same way as you would treat a good friend.

-Focus on the things you can change.

-Let go of toxic people.

-You don’t need to hide, you’re allowed to feel the way you do.

-Try not to beat yourself up.

-Something is always happening, you don’t want to miss out on what’s going to happen next.

-You are not a bother.

-Your existence is more than your appearance.

-You are smart.

-You are loved.

-You are wanted.

-You are needed.

-Better days are coming.

-Just because your past is dark, doesn’t mean your future isn’t bright.

-You have more potential than you think.

- Your value doesn’t decrease based on someone’s inability to see your worth.

Please remember to look after yourself and know that you are more than worth it and you deserve to be happy. Keep smiling butterflies x

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I love it! Sam is that guy who would do absolutely anything to embarrass his friend 😌💕

white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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grizz-zzly · 3 years

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THAT WAS SO ADORABLE, I CAN’T-

white wolf

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you on a date and it's a disaster.

word count: 1.258 words.

warnings/tags: none. as always, bucky being the cutest man on earth and sam losing his patience with him.

author notes: i wrote this inspired by a picture i saw on pinterest, and i'm not really happy about the result but i had so much fun writing it, so, who cares? none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

Join the tag list here.

His steps were firm, wearing a self-confidence he thought he’d never feel again, since the forties. There was something in you that captivated him since the very first moment his blue eyes landed on you. Some kind of magic that had him bewitched. He had been working on his rusty skills for the last two weeks, being helped by Sam who orchestrated the whole thing. Now, he was determined to finally make it happen. You were his mission and Bucky wouldn’t give up. So, there he was, pushing forward the door handle to walk into the recruitment center where you worked as a counselor for war veterans. There was where you met Sam, producing your first meeting with Bucky months later that the government pardoned him and sent him to therapy.

The soldiers and security forces walking around stared at both in silence. Maybe because of who they were in the present, maybe because of who they were in the past. The fact was that nothing stopped the men from going straight to the auditorium where you should be finishing one of your talks at that point of the morning. As if Bucky was about to come in a ring for a fight, Sam encouraged him strongly massaging his shoulders while pushing his friend to walk faster.

“Show that girl who the white wolf is. You got it, you got it! All the hard work, the training… Man, you're more than ready to get your girl!”

“Yeah, 'm ready… 'm ready!” He repeated confidently, shaking his head to both sides, inhaling and exhaling loudly.

But as soon as he saw your smile growing in your lips when you noticed his presence, his legs became jelly. His heart jumped and raced inside his chest, his throat dried up and his brain collapsed. Bucky turned his back on you. Horrified.

“Oh, shit…” He hissed about to falter. “This isn't going to work”.

“C'mon, Bucky! Don't be a chicken!” Sam stopped him by putting his hands on his torso, speaking in whispers. “You're the damn white wolf! You've practiced, you'll do it. Remember, the only thing you don't have to do i—”.

“Everything okay?” You inquired confused, frowning your brows as you came closer.

Bucky's face was priceless. Your strong, sweet, delicious scent flooding his nostrils gave him goosebumps. Good lord, if only you knew how many times he had dreamt about falling asleep smelling your hair. The man gulped in silence, receiving in his right cheek a soft and kind slap from his friend, forcing him to turn around and face you. You looked like a goddess for him wearing those camo trousers, military boots, and a white top tank. Inevitably, his eyes went to the dog tags hanging from your neck and he couldn't help but fantasize about how it'd feel to wake up with his nameplates tangled with yours.

“I, uh…” Bucky swiveled for a second to Sam, standing behind him, watching him stop smirking funnily at the two of you. “Do you… Do yo— you… Doyoubelieveinloveatfirstsight?”

You saw your friend palming his face, steps away from the show, not believing how fucked the soldier was right now. You were trying to figure out the meaning of his words, not being able to hide the wrinkle of your nose funnily bewildered. Until he spoke again.

“Should I walk past you again?” James questioned, puckering his lips naturally as if it was the most typical conversation ever occurred.

Your eyes widened about to laugh, holding it back when you noticed he was speaking seriously. He wasn't playing. He was trying to flirt with you, maybe with the intention of asking you out. And, by Sam's grimace, you knew it wasn't Bucky's idea. Squinting at your friend while crossing both arms, you tilted your head to your right shoulder. That gesture was enough to cause the fearless Winter Soldier to panic. And he did the only thing Sam told him to not do. Read the notecards in front of you. But he needed to find out if your posture meant something he was missing, although he was conscious that it wasn't something good. Maybe he'd discover a clue to fix it.

Bucky slipped a hand into the pocket beneath the fold of his leather jacket and grabbed a bunch of small handwritten notecards, calling your attention uncontrollably. He was nervous. Even his hand made of vibranium was shaking. For you, that was really adorable and charming, so you gave him all the time in the world when you contemplated him, literally, sweating. Then, he turned at Sam who was rolling his eyes.

“I don'... I don' have a card… for this”. He murmured hysterically, freaking out, re-reading every card between his fingers. “Help”.

From nowhere, under your attentive and incredulous gaze, they started to fight for the notes. Sam trying to take them, Bucky trying to keep them.

“Guys…?”

Sam won. Pursing his lips and scowling towards his friend, he waved his head passive-aggressively to face the situation they put you in for a damn time. The soldier kissed his teeth, licking his upper lip as he spun around and placed his hands behind his own back. You were expecting something else, not knowing if you should laugh, run away (...).

“I ju— I just… I don't think… Uh… You're really pretty”.

“You don't think I'm really pretty?”

“Wait, wh— what? Oh, fuck, no. Fuck… Fuck, sorry. I me— mean…”

“The fossil wants to take you out for a daTE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD”.

Yeah, you knew that. It wasn't like you were stupid. You were aware of how Bucky used to stare at you in silence. You had watched him too many times trying to have some kind of conversation with no much success —because of his shyness. And maybe Sam had texted you a couple of times to ask randomly about your schedules and days off because of him. The soldier was flushing of shame in front of you, breathing erratically as the nerves were eating him alive for the lack of response coming from you. You guessed that whole situation wasn't easy for him —after what he did, after what he had been through, after trying to be normal—, and you weren't sure how to feel. Flattered?

“I'm sorry”. Bucky babbled bringing you back to reality, rubbing the back of his head, bowing it down for a split moment. “It's okay if you do—”.

“I'm free at seven”. You interrupted him.

The corner of his lips quirked up just like yours, fixing his amazed blue eyes on yours.

“Pick me up here”.

“I will”.

As the moment became a little awkward, giving heart eyes to each other, Sam appeared on the scene by placing his hands on Bucky's shoulders. “Thanks for your service, soldier. I'll take my friend before his nose starts to bleed”.

You chuckled nodding, receiving embarrassed laughter from his friend. Pushing him back, you glanced at both men walking in the opposite direction to leave the recruitment center. Bucky was already counting the minutes to see you again, feeling more confident after you accepting to go on a date with him, knowing that the hardest part had passed.

“C'mon, white wolf, give me a howl of victory!”

“Oh, shut up… That line was fucking horrible”. He clicked his tongue before turning one last time to see the gorgeous, lovely, and permanent smile he sparked in you. “God, I want to marry her”.

“Okay, take it easy, man”. Sam broke in laughter palming his cold arm. “Don't fuck it up tonight, alright? That's the next step”.

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to be a god or a hero (ch.3) --- bucky barnes x immortal!reader

CHAPTER THREE

summary: there’s a new captain in town, and to honor steve, you decide to pay a visit to someone who might be able to tell you a little more about your past. word count: 3500+ oops lol warnings: lots of backstory and i hate john walker<3 *spoilers for tfatws ep2* a/n: rlly excited about ur backstory and hope yall like it!! again, this fic is following tfatws and now we’re all caught up!

prologue - chapter one - chapter two - chapter three masterlist

Sometimes someone says something so profound, it sticks with you forever, even if the person doesn’t.

You had a vague memory of such a person and her words still popped in your mind every now and then. It was maybe 1986 or ‘87. She was staring at herself in the mirror, carefully layering on mascara as the two of you got ready to go out. As you put on lipgloss, she pestered you about being into some guy and, even though she was right, you denied it. Hell, you were technically eighty or so years old and didn’t want to go through the hoops of a relationship just for it to end before they got suspicious… even if he was cute.

“I know you are crazy about him. You’re always looking around whenever we go out,” she had said, locking eyes with you through the mirror. You’d frowned, trying to make some excuse and she laughed, rolling on shiny lipgloss. “Look, you know you like someone when you find yourself looking for them in a crowd, no matter where you are. Even if you know they’re far, far away, your heart hopes.”

She’d been right. These days, she probably has kids who are just now reaching the age she was when she’d said it, but even back then, she was right.

And that’s how you found yourself craning your neck amidst the crowd on the subway platform, subconsciously searching for those blue eyes and shy smile. As soon as you realized what you were doing, you could’ve smacked yourself.

A distraction, yes, that’s what you needed. You pulled out your phone, opening Twitter, only to be hit with the news of the day.

CAP IS BACK: JOHN WALKER NAMED CAPTAIN AMERICA

Your stomach dropped.

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to be a god or a hero --- bucky barnes x immortal!reader

PROLOGUE

perhaps immortal is a stretch but we’ll get to that later

summary: you’re just a regular gal working in a library, reading your way through life… except steve rogers is one of your favorite regulars and the two of you have a lot more in common than he might think. word count: 2800+ is arguably too long for a prologue but hey! lets get expository baby warnings: lil angsty, endgame spoilers but if you haven’t seen that yet and ur in this tag baby idk what to tell you. character death, sad!bucky a/n: this will basically be my outlet for all the Feelings I Have after every episode of tfatws so if you’re interested in that (within this narrative) pleaseeeee lmk and i will continue to spew nonsense for u <3 operation give bucky some love commencing in three…two…

prologue - chapter one - chapter two masterlist

“Back already?”

“Completely unnerving that you do that.”

You smirked, eyes never lifting off the page in front of you. You held up a finger, eyes skimming along the end of the paragraph and…….. done. You tucked today’s bookmark – yesterday’s receipt from the coffee shop across the street – deep into the crevice of the book and gently closed it, setting it to the side as you turned your gaze to the new story in front of you.

The young girl before you waited with typical, though somewhat subdued, teenage impatience.

“But yes. Back already,” she conceded, holding up a thick novel bound in dark artwork. “Dropping this off and picking up the second one.“

“That good, huh?” Her eyes lit up as she handed the volume to you, and you smiled again.

“I mean, enemies to lovers, fantasy with political criticism – witches?! It was literally written for me,” she gushed, holding out her library card before you even had to ask. “Sorry, I mean, it was written for me. Trying to cut back on the literally’s – have you read the series?”

"Witches?” you asked, shaking your head as you scanned her card and scanned the book. “Not really a fan.”

Wasn’t that the understatement of the century. Well, technically, last century.

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I'M NOT OKAY RIGHT NOW. I REMIND MYSELF STH.

EVEN IF ZOYA AND NIKOLAI WILL HAVE HAPPY ENDING TOGETHER (which i doubt anyway, after Matthias... I know Bardugo is ruthless), SHE WILL OUTLIVE HIM. CAUSE SHE'S FUCKIN GRISHA AND HE'S HUMAN. SOMEDAY ZOYA WILL SEE HER LOVE'S DEATH. EHWBXJJWDNWJZH

GODDAMN I WANT TO FORGET THAT AGAIN PLZ. THINKING ABOUT IT MAKES ME TOO EMOTIONAL.

#king of scars #nikolai #zoyalai #rule of wolves #grishaverse #i'm not ready to get hurt again #king of ravka #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #nikolai x zoya

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So I just saw this tweet on Twitter that really made me angry and disgusted. Basically the tweet was talking about how they should’ve casted another girl to play Julie, because Madison wasn’t as “attractive”. They also said how Charlie a.k.a. Luke could have done so much better??? The fact people still think like this just makes me feel utterly sick. Madison Reyes deserved this role she’s so talented and is quite beautiful. Just because someone doesn’t fit you’re beauty standard, doesn’t give you a right to bash on them. Please remember people don’t judge solely on someone’s appreance and don’t be ignorant for that matter💜. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk. :D

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cassian: my hands are cold

nesta: *holds his hand without looking at him*

cassian: ....for some reason my lips are cold too

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The Secret Chord pt 1

A season 2 speculative fic

Alright @random-nerd-3 here it is.

This chapter features: Juke. Lots of Juke. Also brother-sister Carlos and Julie time.

Read it on Ao3 here

And below ~1800 words

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Piekło Kobiet

I’m sick to my stomach although I already knew it would happen. In a way, I was debating whether or not to use this blog to say some things, but oh well - here I am. Because there’s a chance I will reach somebody in need of this information or who will need it in the future.

If you ever find yourself in need of emergency contraceptives and/or abortion pills, contact women help women organisation. They do ship internationally and will do it free of any charge if your situation is dire, just contact them.

I do not consider myself to be a morally spotless person. What is right, what is wrong - how do I know? But if there’s one conclusion I’ve reached, it is that pointless suffering should be prevented. That suffering, in fact, doesn’t necessarily makes us more beautiful, stronger - that it makes us broken and that it leaves scars, some of which won’t ever heal… And that one can exercise their empathy without this. That to be kinder you don’t need to suffer, as it’s you saving yourself form after-effects of the trauma that makes you better than you’d otherwise be, not the trauma itself.

To sum it up: I’m openly pro-choice (meaning: I leave choice in the hands of person of interest, whatever this choice may be). If you can’t deal with it, it’s not my problem. If I lose anything because of this belief, so be it.

TW: forced pregnancy, misogyny, torture

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*Don’t read if you haven’t watched Julie and the Phantoms all the way through. Spoilers ahead.

Can we just talk about the song Stand Tall and that entire scene because it’s probably one of the most emotional scenes from JATP

I mean, they all agreed on this song for their set when Luke and Julie suggested it. I’d like to believe Juke knew what this song meant for them. Like at first glance, this song is kind of uplifting because it’s like no matter what happens things are going to be okay and you’re gonna get through it, but it’s also like a goodbye.

At this point, they all believe performing at the Orpheum is the boys’ “unfinished business” so after they do this, they’ll be able to cross over, but none of them really knows what comes next, if there’s even anything.

And they were all prepared to sing this together as a final goodbye to each other, but then things happen and it’s just Julie, which is also super important for reasons.

Just looking at the first few lines of this song makes me want to cry. I mean,

Don’t blink

No, I don’t want to miss it

One thing, and it’s back to the beginning

Cause everything is rushing in fast

Keep going on never look back

They became a family in the time they had together and now it’s being cut short. It’s not fair by any means, but they can’t dwell on it.

And it’s one, two, three, four times

That I’ll try for one more night

Light a fire in my eyes

I’m going out of my mind

This is the last time they’ll be together. Like what are they supposed to do after everything they’ve been through? It’s like losing the people they love all over again. Also four times and there’s four of them. Probably no connection, but it still makes me sad because they each got a second chance at life. Wait actually they all kinda got closure with something. Luke with his parents. Julie with her mom and music. Reggie with finding a good parental figure and having his own family he created himself with the others. And Alex with Willie.

Whatever happens

Even if I’m the last standing

Imma stand tall

This is like reassurance. None of them knows what’s going to happen next, but they have to keep going. This repeats a few more times and during this moment, Julie is on her own. She already thinks they’re gone and she’s kind of made peace with it. She’s determined and she’s doing this for them and her mom and herself.

Then during that last “Imma stand tall,” Alex appears and starts playing. Julie looks so freakin relieved (and surprised) at this point and then Reggie appears and starts playing as she sings:

Right now

I’m loving every minute

Hands down

Can’t let myself forget it, no

Cause everything is rushing in fast

Keep holding on never look back

And she feels Every. Single. Word. They’re not gone. They’re there right at that moment and it’s the most wonderful feeling because they’re together and doing this at least one more time and she gets to say goodbye. They get to say goodbye.

Then it repeats, but Luke hasn’t appeared yet. They see flashes of him and they’re all concerned and looking at each other. Julie’s voice starts to get a little frantic and she’s speaking directly to Luke.

That I’ll try for one more night

Light a fire in my eyes

And then we finally get Luke AND JULIE RUNS TO HIM

I’m going out of my mind

I mean, I, too, would go out of my mind if I was trying to get back with the people I loved and I couldn’t. Ngl, at this point I was about to cry. My little cold heart was breaking because I FELT THAT LINE. AND I JUST WANT THEM ALL TO BE HAPPY.

Just imagine what Luke was probably thinking. They’re at the club against their will and then Alex disappears, shortly followed by Reggie, but Luke still hasn’t. He’s alone and doesn’t know what’s going on, but then he starts to appear at the Orpheum, only not all of him because Caleb is holding him back and he’s fighting it with everything he has because Alex and Reggie and Julie are just within reach. Everything is just within reach.

Then he’s there with them. Now they’re all together, just like how it was supposed to be. You can see the relief and joy on their faces. Things are okay for now, but then they remember why they’re there and that’s when we get one of the best and saddest moments of this song where each of them sings a line and then they all come together for the rest of the song

Whatever happens

Even if I’m the last standing

Imma stand tall

In a sense, it’s like each of them reassuring themselves and each other that no matter what, it’s going to be okay and they’re going to face whatever comes next because they all know that they didn’t do this alone. They’re a family. They love each other. And they will Always have each other.

This song just perfectly ties everything together for them. They don’t want to let go, but they have to and even though they all know they love each other, I think this is when it really hits them. Ugh I’m a MESS.

Y’all watch Julie and the Phantoms.

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