Does Bucky have a smooth or hairy butt?

“I know he’s a decorated veteran and has a kill count that even the government doesn’t want to disclose, and that was long before ‘45 rolled around. So you really don’t want to be poking those kind of questions if ya wanna keep breathing.”Why they hell were they asking him to begin with?

"Pa, do I /haf/ to stay with Afa this moon? I wanna stay home." /tiny bee ;n;

The wolf could practically feel the first bits of his heart tearing at such a question. He squeezed her hand a little bit tighter while they walked along closer to the vehicle that would inevitably take her away to a safer place. While the basement was reinforced, he still had his reservations about keeping her anywhere near during these times.  “It’s just for a little while,” he supplied while he scooped her up into his arms and gave her a loving squeeze. The wolf planted a kiss on her temple while he ambled ever slower to the car. “You’ll be back here before you know it.” He could try and explain everything a hundred different ways, but her safety was paramount. He just hoped that she could understand things better when she’s older. If he still had half a mind this week, he’d have to figure out how to unravel the mess to her in another fashion. Maybe if he tried to present it at a different angle, things would be clearer then. Rogers let out a slow breath and had trouble letting her go this time around. She was in good hands and she’d be fine; which was the most important thing. It was times like these that were the hardest; where he wished he could help give her a life that was...something stable, normal even. His heart dropped within his chest, settling near his stomach as he eased her into the car seat and strapped her in, making sure her favorite toy was nestled in with her.  “I promise you, eventually, you’ll be able to stay home if you want. It’s just for right now, not forever. Just remember whenever you miss us, we’re all together under the same moon. Okay?”

Rogers needs the universe to know that he is taller than Thanos.

 Anonymous asked: Would you like Thor's teeth in your scruff?

“First of all, grabbing somebody by the scruff if they ain’t expecting it - is a great way to get fuckin’ bitten. I mean ya gotta double down on that bet if they are freakin’ shifted too. I don’t know how that reaction goes to like, blood born types, but at least with my previous experience...That’s a great way to find yourself needing stitches.” “So all in all, no, not really. I mean I get the idea behind the kink, but I don’t want to accidentally hurt the dude.”

Absolutely nobody: ...

W!Rogers: do you think centaurs ever feel obligated to wear pants or no?

Headcanon Prompt | @royaltytm asked: 🎯 wolf boy,,,,,i wanna know it all

It took several years but the Farm actually started to live up to the name that the werewolf gave the place. First he started with chickens, which he oddly became protective of fairly quickly. Originally he wanted them strictly for eggs and meat, but by the time the chicks had grown into adults, he couldn't bring himself to actually end a single one of their little lives. Instead his hens have collected names and live comfortably until they pass of natural causes. He thinks they’re most amusing when they get broody on him and most of his minor scars on his hands have been from pecked by a broody bird.

catch drath trying to teach connor how to stalk and lunge in the living room, couch is prime terrain

By now he was used to that pair to get into all sorts of antics. His son absolutely adored when ‘Aunty Drath’ came over to visit, even if it was only for a little while. Unlike his father, the kiddo never batted an eye when she popped in for an unexpected visit, or when she happened to terrorize Rogers from the god damn ceiling; the kid thought it was hilarious.

Rogers was busy with putting away ta weeks worth of groceries when he heard the pair of their voices become very serious. The werewolf leaned back, trying to peer through the door frame to see what was going on. Despite their shenanigans, he knew that Drath wouldn’t allow Connor to get into any serious trouble, but even with that comfort he was still suspicious as to what was going on in just the other room. The quiet hung heavily in the house, until he picked up the familiar noise of paw pads desperately trying to find purchase on the floor. The scraping was quickly followed by Connor’s totally not ferocious growling as he heard the tell tale signs of the kiddo attacking the couch. It really was an investment to get those guards on the legs, those things were worth their weight in gold.  Rogers paused in his task to scoot closer to the edge and watch the two of them. Connor was bright eyed and paying very close attention to Drath’s instructions. All in all, it was really quite adorable, and a good set of skills to have. Though, sooner or later there was that tiny sinking feeling that it was going to bite him in the ass once Connor was older.  He was pretty certain his partner would call it poetic karma.

"so i just came from the market," jensen says sweetly, settling a couple of bags down on the counter, "and wouldn't you know it — old mrs nichols told me 'congratulations on the engagement'." his hands move to rest against his hips, eyebrow raising, "why does mrs nichols think we're engaged?"

Whenever Jensen started talking Rogers had to pause what he was doing. Sometimes that meant that he simply needed to pause the show he was watching, other times it was the fact that he needed to find his bookmark, and sometimes it was just simply easier to set the knife down so that he didn’t accidentally nick himself while carving. His only saving grace was that he had a swift healing ability, but if he stared hard enough he could still see the scars that lined his finger.The werewolf slowly got up from his chair, sating his curiosity under the guise of helpfulness as he went to help put things where they belonged. Rogers sifted through some of the bags, balling some of them up to be reused later on. The sound between them abruptly stopped when Rogers froze in place at the question. Really, of all the things to be asked, he hadn’t expected Jensen to bring that up this evening. Rogers inhaled and went back to work, believing that if he kept moving, he could simply bypass the situation entirely. In all reality, he had expected the little old lady to forget the tale he had spun to stay out of trouble; only for it to have it smack him in the face a few weeks later. “Because…” he floundered and went back to stuffing bags back into bags, running on muscle memory while his brain scrambled to come up with anything other than the actual truth of the matter. “…she’s clearly has us confused for another set of neighbors.” 

“Really, if my stupid system wouldn’t simply eat the ink, I’d totally get ‘talk shit get bit’ as a tat. That way I could just fuckin’ point to it when people start fucking up, thinkin’ that they’re so damn funny.”

Icon starters | @mistakeiwontmaketwice​ said: ⬜ 17 

It wasn’t as if the wolf was unhappy to see her. Sometimes living out in the middle of nowhere did have some drawbacks. On one hand he didn’t have to worry about neighbors, but on the other - he didn’t have neighbors to talk to all that often. The raccoons were horrible conversationalist ‘round here; they were far more concerned with the scraps he tossed out for them then actually being entertaining guests. So when she pulled up, it was both a surprise and a little bit of relief. He just had his mental fingers crossed that today it wasn’t anything work related. He was still recovering from the last mission and he knew it was only a matter of time before they got a lead, or Fury tried to pull more strings on all of them. The wolf pealed his work gloves off and tucked them into his back pocket while he approached, brows high on his forehead as he tried to guess the reasoning behind her presence at the farm. 

“You see, if you had told me you were coming. I could at least had gotten you out some hors d'oeuvres, Nat.”

Game Grumps Sentence Starters | @royaltytm​ said: “Don’t look at me and expect greatness, because you’ll only get disappointment. and failure.”

The kid had her whole life ahead of her and here she was, being beaten down by the own thoughts in her head. He wondered where that particular voice came from, cause he’d heard it a time or two himself; though it said different things. He didn’t say anything for a moment and her words hung heavily between them.  There wasn’t a quick fix here, there rarely was. “Look...Nobody can run a hundred and ten percent all the time. You can’t expect that of yourself, it’s not possible. Everybody falls down and fucks up, that’s life. The important thing is that you get back up and keep going forward. No, it’s not fucking fun, and it’s not easy...but you can do it. Mistakes are how we learn things. As uncomfortable as they fucking are, that’s the nature of reality kiddo.” “Anybody who expects perfection out of anybody is lying to themselves and they’re not fucking rational. I don’t expect you to be perfect, I just want you to give a shit and put effort into the things that matter to you. That’s all. Give yourself a break, you don’t deserve that weight on your shoulders.”

Bucky still hadn’t returned from his feeding trip. While he could get plenty of sustenance from Rogers, sometimes he just needed to go out and hunt. Unbeknownst to his family, Bucky had been taken by surprised and overpowered before he had fed, when he was at his weakest. It was nearly sunrise on the next day, over 24 hours since he’d left, and the vampire was nowhere to be found. Instead, on the porch, was a small envelope with Rogers’ name written on it. Inside were pictures- Bucky being held out in the sunlight until his skin burned and blistered, a silver knife etching festering lines into pale skin, wounds sluggishly bleeding and unable to heal as long as the vampire was denied fresh blood, Bucky’s face with his eyes a dull red and skin so pale it was almost blue. Along with the pictures was a single slip of paper that read ‘Your pet vampire is ours, now’.  

Ask Pain from 5 months ago | @facemypast​​ 

The wolf hadn’t had a complaint about Bucky going out to feed that he could remember. He had no room to judge considering his own hunting trips were one of the reason why he had built the house in the middle of fucking nowhere. It was a compulsion that he understood first hand, so he didn’t bat an eyelash when Bucky let him know that he would be going out. It wasn’t much of a surprise to him.  Rogers tried not to be one to fret over things, but he couldn’t help but note the hours that crept by without an update from him. They hadn’t talked about him wanting to take a longer trip, and this wasn’t Bucky’s style to go for so long without at least shooting him a call or text to let Rogers know what the holdup was. Maybe it was nothing and that Buck had simply lost the time, it could happen. Thankfully their son was a distraction, keeping Rogers on his toes, even as he glanced at the clock. It wasn’t until Connor was back into bed that he started to actually worry about the situation. He had sent a couple messages throughout the span, just trying to check in. The only thing he had gotten was silence. Rogers sighed as he walked out to check on the flock of chickens when he spotted the letter on one of the rocking chairs. He snatched it up as soon as he saw his name upon it; his heart dropped towards his stomach before he even opened it. The wolf checked it over before he opened it and even before his fingers slipped beneath the fold he was hit with the smell of strangers. A growl slipped free as he looked over the pictures only briefly. He couldn’t stand to see that for long; his memory would hold onto the images for him. The wolf tucked the letter into his sweats and quickly went back inside. Connor was still sitting in front of the television, currently oblivious to the stress that was rolling of his father in waves. The wolf didn’t nurture the child’s squeal of joy as he quickly picked him up and held him to his chest.  If they got Bucky and left the letter, they could get Connor too. It would be fucking difficult to get what he needed done around the house with one hand; but it was a comfort to have the child in his arms- knowing that he was alive, whole, and safe in his grip. He pressed a kiss to the child’s cheek, mind reeling as he tried to formulate a plan of attack. First thing, was that he needed to make sure that Connor was safe. He wasn’t coming along, that was for damn sure.

He didn’t like calling for favors, but he would have to ask Drath for this one. Nobody was going to fuck with his kid if she was around, and he was quietly praying that she would accept. They got along swimmingly in the short term, but he wasn’t certain just how long it would take. With the little boy in tow he packed up some bags and made a few phone calls to some of the other wolves in his pack for assistance. Whoever did this, they were going to pay.

Anonymous said: *smacks wolfy butt* WAKE UP!

He usually liked to sleep in. The only time he got up early in the morning was when there was a mission to complete. This, though, was not a typical way for him to wake up in the morning.  There was a flurry of movement, his blankets being tossed about as he flailed and worked to right himself to standing. He threw a pillow.  Rogers blinked back the light as his eyes tried to adjust in a hurry.  It was hardly a second later that claws were unsheathed and fangs were bared at the intruder. The contemplation of shifting in his own bedroom was hovering just beneath the skin as he glared at the stranger. “What the fuck!?”

"Yeah, yeah. Save it for when you're saving the world and there's this sombre bonding moment where you explain all your insecurities, but ultimately get accepted by the group and convinced that you actually are a hero." Somebody has been watching too many movies. "Bye, nerd." The pup shifted into a bird and took off.

The wolf began to squint the more that Seth kept talking. He wet his lips and gave a gruff laugh while he marveled at the others tale. He started to talk but by then, he noted that he was talking to a freaking bird of all things.“Look, the only way that’s happening is if Hans Zimmer is also composing the soundtrack,” he called after him. Wow, he must be getting old; he’s yelling at birds now.

"My neck of the woods is better, y'know. Regular mortals can't enter without permission, and it'd be safer for you and Connor," the nymph pouts, currently sitting cross-legged on the counter. "And way more fun, I promise!"

@shieldedsouls | Adi responds to things ten years later

“I mean mortals can’t enter without permission either, it’s called a twelve gauge shotgun.”It was sort of a joke. He hadn’t actually gotten the firearm out in ages because of Connor’s presence in the home. He wasn’t going to get rid of it, but it was locked up so that the little tyke would not be able to get hold of it on accident. In any case, Rogers figured that he would be a more effective weapon than the gun. However, it would be nice to not have to worry about people coming through, or wandering hunters. The wolf was loathed to even consider putting up a fence. He didn’t want to cut off the land anyway; choke it with that kind of barrier. The wolf continued to spoon feed the tiny kiddo while the two chatted; constantly amazed how the little guy could be all mouth and still slather yogurt about himself like it was his job. Connor babbled before smacking his hand down and sending a smattering of dairy all over Roger’s shirt and beard. “How bout after this lil guy gets cleaned up? I’m sure he’ll tire himself out exploring,” he said as he tried to wipe the worst of the goo off of the babe’s hands. Then again, after lunch the lil dude might just pass out for a half hour.

❝ You’re always so dramatic. ❞ uh oh what did jensen do now?

The Winter Soldier starters

He was so annoyed that his hands were shaking with it. Pranks and jokes were one thing, but this was different - on a whole other level actually. He couldn’t even bring himself to put on the jacket but he had to throw on the pants because of the obvious. Refusing to wear the jacket only left the werewolf angrily gesticulating with half of the mauve Von Dutch ensemble that Jensen had stuffed all his spare packs with.  He’d gone through five of the damn things outside before giving up and running back to the safety, and privacy, of the indoors.Those bags he had stashed around the great outdoors were the last line of defense he had against indecent exposure and to have his junk forever circulating around the internet. Considering Jensen’s previous life experience, he kind of expected the guy to understand how the net fucking worked and why it was important for him to have reasonable pants once he shifted back. ”Five of the bags, five,” he couldn’t stop himself from yelling before he thew the velvety jacket at Jensen’s smug fucking mug. “Where did you even put my god damn clothes?!” His temper was flaring higher as he stepped closer, finger pointed in firm accusation as he tried to keep his voice on the level. ”You don’t get to fucking chastise me about dramatics.”It was bad enough he had spun a story to Ms. Nichols and if the old lady actually saw him dressed like this on the way back home...god he could dig himself his own grave right now. Hell, he might get Jensen one too.