Bucky x Barton!Reader Warnings: Flurff, slight self-esteem
issues, love your beautiful selves!! Summary: Team Cap have moved into
the Barton household, how will Y/N cope with all that testosterone? A/N: I have a thing for writing
sibling x readers. This is dedicated to @yuhkii-kaze Thanks for all the support girly!! Requests are open! Word Count: 4000+
“Aunty Y/N/N, wake
up…” I heard a faint whisper to my right. “Not now Lila, let me sleep…” I
grunted/moaned, burying my head deeper into my feather pillow, covering the
rest of my body in my blankets. “But Aunty Y/N/N, daddy’s home…” “Daddy’s home
is he? That’s nice…” I said absentmindedly, not really taking it in. I waited a
moment trying to gather the new information, let’s just say, I’m not really a
morning person, I think it’s a Barton thing; Clint’s the same. I suddenly shot out
of my bed, knocking my niece over into a giggling mess. Clint’s finally home! I
haven’t seen him since he left his 5 minute retirement for some stupid civil
war… He told me in a letter that he was staying in Wakanda, that’s all across
the world! I quickly shooed out Lila to get dressed; I slipped on some jeans, a
Harry Potter shirt and threw my hair in a ponytail. I slipped on my leather
boots and thudded down the stairs with lightning speed, almost running into the
door opposite. I skipped around the corner of the living room wall and straight
into the doorway (I still have the bruise to prove it). I grunted slightly and
hissed in pain, but quickly recovered. I turned and saw my brother’s back facing
me (I didn’t notice the extra people in the room at the time, I was a bit out
of it, apologies).
“Clint…” I breathed,
slightly from exhaustion, but mostly from relief. He turned around and I ran up
to him, full on jumping into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist. He
placed his hands on the back of my thighs, steadying himself a bit, and
returned his embrace. After a few minutes I heard a cough from behind us. I
turned my head, so the world was upside down for me, and my ponytail dangled. I
saw four men and a young woman standing awkwardly by the door. I recognised one
of them as Steve Rogers. I was introduced to Steve when the Avengers had to
take refuge on our little farm a few years back. He waved awkwardly and I
returned it. I lifted my head back, getting a head rush in progress, and jumped
down from Clint’s embrace, I walked over to hug Steve.
“It’s good to see
you again Y/N.” He muttered as he wrapped his massive arms around me. “Same
goes for you.” I said wrapped my smaller, but no less weak, arms around Steve.
I returned from the embrace to stare at the other four guests. On man in
particular caught my eyes. Piercing blue eyes, razor sharp jaw line (seriously!
You could cut cheese with it!), shoulder length brown hair and his left arm was
entirely made out of metal (my mind went to a dark an dirty place for a second,
but I quickly shook it off). I walked up to him and held out my right hand out
to the mysterious figure.
So after a pretty crazy first day of classes (I’m exhausted) I COME BACK TO THIS!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉 GUYS THIS IS CRAZY! CRAZY AMAZING!
Whenever I started this whole thing, I had no intentions of it getting to this point and now that we’re here, idk what to do with myself!! Y'all (for the most part 😉) appreciate what I post and hearing the praise and feedback from y'all is seriously my favorite part of this! Y'all are all a very important part of my life and I can’t thank you enough for going on this tumblr journey!
Y'all are seriously amazing!! Thank you so much!!
Avrei voluto avere 20 anni quando i ragazzi parlavano con la ragazza in disparte alla festa, e non si buttavano a gruppi di dieci sul troione con le tette fuori al centro della pista. Avrei voluto avere 20 anni quando una persona bisognava scoprirla e non cercarla su Facebook, e quando chiedevi ai tuoi amici “Come si chiama?” e non “Ma la da?”. Quando dovevi sudare per avere un numero di telefono e ti facevi mille paranoie. Quando qualcuno alla prima difficoltà non rinunciava pensando “Tanto ce ne sono di più carine” ma provava e riprovava fino a quando non si faceva realmente male. Quando aspettavi tutta la notte con il tuo vecchio Nokia 3310 una risposta che non arrivava mai perchè non esisteva il visualizzato e pensavi “Magari non ha soldi”, “Magari non è arrivato il messaggio”. Quando le foto dei baci le stampavi e le tenevi nel cassetto e a volte te le riguardavi un po’ e le custodivi gelosamente e non le postavi facendole vedere ai 4000 amici che hai su Facebook. Avrei voluto avere 20 anni quando c’era Tom Delonge, e l’amore era puro e crudo come una fottuta canzone dei Blink-182.
Mister gave me cash gift for spending the week with him!
Haha love it!
He spoiled me all week by taking me on vacation, flying me first class, getting me my own suite with a view and bath, taking me shopping, and to top it off he gave me $4000 for being so sweet to spend time with him.
I’m so happy he understands my needs and fulfils them, all while allowing me to fulfill his needs. He loves and adores my company.
Ladies, make your man NEED you and not want you, so you are SET!
Surprising Offering of a Hallucinogenic Cactus Discovered in Prehispanic Temple in Lima
Researchers working at a preceramic archaeological site near Lima, Peru have uncovered a perfectly preserved cactus left behind about 4000 years ago as an offering. The plant may be an example of a hallucinogenic species called San Pedro.
Don’t just say it’s only “H2O” Because it’s much similar to that of Duchamp’s “fountain” Meaning that if you have the guts to believe Everything will become a bath
The feeling of warmth and gentleness Perhaps baths are like parents or a companion… Or maybe even a god Doesn’t matter! I want to bathe!
Because baths exist as they are I can exist as the person I am Closing my eyes, I’m within a bathtub Without wanting or having anything As long as I can float in the bath How is it? How is it? See? That is a bath existing as it is It’s the evidence!
From the year BC 4000 Baths have existed in this world Meaning that the evolution of mankind Occurred alongside the presence of baths
Its impact to even embrace history That’s right, all paths have Been connected through the power of bathing Wherever you may be, go take a bath!
If baths didn’t exist as the baths they were You wouldn’t be the you that you are Such as only having a shower at the bathhouse It’s practically paradox As you flow through the warm water You begin to understand the meaning of life I understand… I understand… That’s right! Baths can’t exist as anything else other than the baths they already are
Like I said, because baths exist as the baths they are That’s why it’s called a bath If baths weren’t the baths they were Baths can’t exist as they baths they are You understand now right? You see I myself, adore baths!
If I am a bath and the bath is me… Well, it’s pretty self-explanatory There’s nothing for me to say anymore Without wanting or having anything
As long as I can float in the bath
How is it? How is it? How is it? See? See? See? Right? Right? Right? That is a bath existing as it is
It’s the evidence!
Tada no H2O to itte kureru na DUSCHAMP no izumi to nita youna mon sa Tsumari wa shinjiru kigai ga areba Subete ga furo ni naru All right?
Atatakaku yawarakai ittaikan Furo wa oya ka tomo ka… hatamata kami nano ka Nandemo ii! Tsukaritai!
Furo ga furo de arunara Ore wa ore de areru Hitomi tojireba sore wa furo no naka Nani mo motazu hossezu karada wo Furo ni fuyuu sasereba Douda? Douda? Horana? Sore ga furo ga furo de aru Shouko sa
Kigenzen yonzen mo maekara Furo wa kono yo ni sonzai shitanda Tsumari jinrui no shinka tte yatsu wa Furo to tomo ni atta All right?
Rekishi sae tsutsumi komu houyouryoku Subete de michi wa sou Furo e tsuujitanda Dokokara mo furo e GO!
Furo ga furo de nainara Kimi mo kimi ja naisa Furoba de SHOWER dakedotoka PARADOX Oyu ni nagare nagasarete futo Jinsei wo satoru no sa Wakaru… wakaru… soreda! Furo wa yappari furo de nakya dame daro
Dakara na, furo wa furo de aru kara koso Furo nandayo Furo ga furo janakya Fro wa furo de arienai Mou wakattaro? Ore wa, furo wo aishitenrunda!
Ore ga furo de furo ga arunara Maa, souiu koto da yo Mohaya hoka ni iu koto wa arumai Nani mo motazu hossezu karada wo Furo ni fuyuu sasereba Douda? Douda? Douda? Horana? Horana? Horana? Sodaro? Sodaro? Sodaro? Sore ga furo ga furo de aru Shouko sa
What is the best time for you to write in large quantities? Personally when I'm drunk I don't edit as I go so much and just go with the flow so I can edit sober. What's your most productive state of mind for writing (first drafts)?
I don’t really have an answer to this question as it’s based on my current mind state.
Some days, as reflected on my Mai Writes A Novel series, I can write 4000 words. Other days, I write barely 500.
I think it depends on two things: the place where my story is at and how motivated I feel to write.
When I can’t extend what is happening in the chapter enough to make it worthwhile, I feel like I have hit a dead end. For example, for each chapter I have a basic plan saved away which is only a couple of lines.
There are times when I can take a couple of those bullet points and create the entire chapter from it and have to move the other bullet points to further down the line. However, there are also times when I use ALL the bullet points and it’s barely anything written down.
Motivation is another serious problem. Of course, I could just look through the motivation tag on my own dang blog, but sometimes I know exactly what I want to write but I just don’t have the energy/cannot put it down into words/get too easily distracted. It’s a problem.
Basically, it’s all dependent on how I’m feeling that day. I need to be motivated enough and have enough ideas for the next upcoming chapter.
01. Intro ; Dt sugA (Feat. DJ Friz) 02. Agust D 03. give it to me 04. skit 05. 치리사일사팔 (724148) 06. 140503 새벽에 (140503 at dawn) 07. 마지막 (The Last) 08. Tony Montana (Feat. Yankie) 09. Interlude ; Dream, Reality 10. so far away (Feat. 수란 (SURAN))