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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 1 month
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this will NEVER not be funny
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 1 month
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One Night
Bucky x f reader, Sam, Steve
IDK what this is, thought itā€™d be cute.Ā 
Warnings: ANGST but also lots of fluff, smut, pregnancy, flash back in italics, Bucky is a love sick puppy, story doesnā€™t follow exact Marvel timelineĀ 
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Bucky didnā€™t have many things from the past he wanted back.Ā 
Not this desperately.Ā 
Most of his loved ones had already passed.Ā 
He made peace with the fact that heā€™d never get back the years that heā€™d lost, wouldnā€™t get the people that meant so much to him. Heā€™d never get back all the hope and innocence he once had.Ā 
Heā€™d managed to make peace with a number of things.Ā 
All but one.Ā 
It was just one night.Ā 
While he was on the run, just before Steve had found him.Ā 
He could still remember the feel of her soft skin.Ā 
The way her hands touched him so gently, the first time heā€™d ever had someone handle him with such care.Ā 
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It was the only part of his routine in a day he looked forward to. It was the first time he felt hope again. The feeling of life. Of feeling alive.Ā 
Whenever he saw her, his heart would flutter a little faster. His feet would take longer strides so heā€™d see her sooner.Ā Heā€™d drop a few extra coins in her palm as she handed him the bag which always came with extra plums. Heā€™d blush at the shy smile sheā€™d give him, trying to refuse his extra money. He knew it was best to just admire from afar but he couldnā€™t escape the pull he felt, not when her voice was a soothing balm to all his heartache and pain.Ā 
He didnā€™t have the luxury to take her out for coffee. It was too dangerous, too risky, heā€™d never let anyone see her with him. She insisted she didnā€™t mind as long as she was with him, it didnā€™t matter where. He bought some tea and honey that day. A few cookies to go with it from a vendor beside hers.Ā 
His cheeks felt hot realizing the state of his apartment; wallpaper tearing off in the walls, the one glass and some mismatched mugs sitting on the counter top of the tiny kitchen. A single, worn mattress with nothing but a thin sheet to cover it sat in the corner of the room. A black backpack filled with his few belongings was stashed safely nearby incase he ever needed to run; the few clothes he had were folded neatly on a broken stool near his bed.Ā She didnā€™t let him apologize for the mismatched mugs or the small chipped saucer he placed the cookies on but he wished he could have given her so much more.Ā 
Why did he think this was okay, this wasnā€™t what someone so sweet deserved. He was barelyĀ able to give her a glass of water, how could he possibly-Ā 
ā€œJames?ā€ Her soft hand squeezed his, feeling him tense in her hold, his voice nervous as he spoke.Ā 
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 5 months
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THEYā€™RE SOOOOOO?
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 9 months
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How often does Steve Rogers use the fact that he has ā€œAmericaā€™s Assā€ over everyone else? I feel like he and Sam would be bickering or something and he would just go ā€œWell guess what! I have Americaā€™s Ass!ā€
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keeping up with the avengers (season 3, episode 7)
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 10 months
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do I have a type? I don't have a typ-
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maybe it's the glasses or the lack of social skills...
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 10 months
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 11 months
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nephew with emotionally unavailable parents šŸ¤ uncle who feels the need to take care of said nephew
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 11 months
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 11 months
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Thank you @nerdygirl8203 and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs!
Okayā€¦ so I wanted to see ZombieMan on So Random and I watched some episodes and found thisā€¦ thatā€™s Damien. Yup.
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 11 months
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Okayā€¦ so I wanted to see ZombieMan on So Random and I watched some episodes and found thisā€¦ thatā€™s Damien. Yup.
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 11 months
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However, anime brothers seems like something Shayne and Damien would still do
Okayā€¦ so I wanted to see ZombieMan on So Random and I watched some episodes and found thisā€¦ thatā€™s Damien. Yup.
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 11 months
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Okayā€¦ so I wanted to see ZombieMan on So Random and I watched some episodes and found thisā€¦ thatā€™s Damien. Yup.
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 11 months
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sometimes ill go ā€œheyā€¦ heyā€ at my dog until she calms down and looks at me and then ill tell her ā€œsmoke weed every dayā€ and she goes wild. idk what she thinks it means
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 1 year
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We love your Scooby Doo take.
Thank you very much! It was definitely a work of love
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 1 year
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Hello! Sorry for the odd request, but I am wondering if you have any resource list of those unique words to describe complex feelings of the human experience? Eg words like Sonder, Chrysalism, Anemoia, and Ambedo etc. I've been trying to Google around for a comprehensive list but I only find a selective few on sites but nothing extensive. It would be of great help if you have any resources to share! Thank you!
Perhaps you've already seen these then,
40 Words for Emotions You've Felt But Couldn't Explain
15 Obscure Words for Everyday Feelings And Emotions (personal favorite is "crapulence")
26 Emotionally Intelligent Words From Around the World (non-English words for universal feelings)
I would like to point too many flowery words can harm rather than help. However, if you're writing a character or tone that is just begging for some out-there vocabulary, by all means!
Here are some other links to common emotional adjectives.
Karla M Claren - Emotional Vocabulary Page
380 High Emotion Persuasive Words
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nerdygirl8203 Ā· 1 year
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Yā€™all, I just read this again and Iā€™m crying. Iā€™m shocked that I wrote this. Iā€™m genuinely proud of myself
A house built for you and me.
Pairing: Steve X y/n
Warnings: angst, alternate universe where steve died in endgame
Word count: 699 (I swear I didn't mean to do that)
Based on the song To Build a Home (feat. Patrick Watson) by The Cinematic Orchestra
The frost that covered the grass was much like the frost that overtook my heart as I drove following the directions Pepper had given me. It was on the outskirts of New York. There were large yards and neighbors who wouldnā€™t be able to see each other through the trees and the distance between their homes. Children played and had fun. It was bitter-sweet.
I was brought back just in time to be next to the love of my life as the light faded from his eyes and his last breath was taken from his lungs. With that last breath was a soft promise. A promise of love. Bucky and Sam had to rip me off what used to be my fiancĆ©. It wasnā€™t him anymore. It was the body that held his life and soul. No one tells you how bad it hurts when that happily ever after gets ripped from your life.
He was at my side when I was dusted just as I was at his when I saw him die. When my future was destroyed.
I pull up to a king driveway. There was a house built out of stone and wood at the end of that driveway. It had a completely fenced-in yard. I could almost imagine little combinations of steve and myself running around with a dog we would have adopted. I feel all the hopes he had for our future in this space. All the hopes I will no longer get to have. All the hopes the man I loved held onto when I was gone.
Above the door reads ā€œThe Rogers Houseā€. I feel my heartbreak. I look down at the ring on my finger trying to get the strength to go in.
I get out of my car. Itā€™s cold but I canā€™t feel it. I canā€™t feel anything besides the deep pit that was my heart and soul. I walk up the cobblestone pathway to the front door. The mailbox is hand-painted with a spot that looks like the spot he proposed. Itā€™s filled with paper. I take the papers out gently. Every letter has my name written on the envelope. No address. He put these here himself. These were him writing to me when I was gone.
I put in the code to enter the house. A simple four-digit code. 0315. The month and day we were meant to get married. My hand gently opens the door. I keep it on the door handle for a moment. In the past, he held this just as I am now. Itā€™s the closest Iā€™ll ever get to holding his hand again.
When I walk in it hits me. He made this a home for us. Itā€™s perfect and everything we ever could have dreamed of. I stay there for hours. I lay in the perfect bed wishing steve to walk through the door. For someone to have found a way to bring him back. I read his perfectly written letters. They just say what he did and how he wouldnā€™t give up till I was back. Some have pages of how much he misses me. They have some stains of his tears. Some have little drawings he did. Some have plans for our future. I die a little bit more inside.
I go outside and I see a large tree. Itā€™s familiar. I walk to it and I make a soft whisper ā€œSteveā€¦ā€.
I see our hand-carved letters ā€˜SR + Y/Nā€™. The tree we first met under. I was leaning against it and he ran into me on one of his runs. He must have relocated it very delicately. Itā€™s still alive and I sit under it sobbing.
ā€œPlease steve. Come back to me. I need you. I canā€™t do this without you.ā€ I sob into the air. I know he wonā€™t answer but I just want him to so badly. I can almost feel him with me.
I remember what Pepper told me. He built this house before I was dusted and refused to stop. He believed wholeheartedly that I would come back. How am I supposed to stop believing he will? How am I supposed to move on?
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A/N: Should I maybe make this a short series? Maybe her trying to find a way to bring him back? I donā€™t know but Iā€™d love to hear your feedback! I hope you enjoyed it.
P.S: I cried like a baby writing this
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