i met god and shes black

My Life Changed When I Met You Ch. 7

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October 2025

Oh my god, it’s her. The dreadlocks were unmistakable, and Delphine stared at the brunette from behind. It’s been eight years. She hesitated before gaining her composure and swallowing her fear. She had to say hello.


The brunette’s heart skipped a beat as she heard the accented voice, tossing the coffee stirrer in the garbage before turning around. She looked at the woman who had just entered the small café.


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So everybody is making these since 2016 is ending (thank god). I made this blog seven months ago and since then I have met all these amazing people. Even if 2016 was the worst year ever. I hope 2017 is going to way better. Also my banner is really bad im sorry

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Catching Up For Lost Time

Request: Hello there! I’m re-reading your stories and oh my god they’re soon good I can’t even describe it! I saw that requests are open so could you write something with bucky where he mets the reader while she’s working in a old theatre for old movies or she’s just love to go there because it’s her quiet secret place, deferent from all of her friends. At first it’s strange but kind of turns into fluff. every week they meet but once she didn’t show up because something happened in the street nearby and he helps/saves her? It would be awesome! if you don’t want to write it it’s alright!!! Take care of yourself and thank you for your amazing work! <3 

@italwaysendsinafightcap thank you so much for this request, I twisted it a little but kept the main elements, I had so much fun writing this and I hope you like it!

Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: swearing, mentions of death, intentions of rape and killing, protective!Bucky, fluff, somewhat angst

All credit goes to Marvel

Word count: 2.3k

            The best part about your job was that it was never busy. It was practically a ghost town with tumbleweeds. But it made sense, you only showed old movies compared to all the other theaters with current movies, fancy seats, and serving actual food. Your boss was never in, and when he was, it was for 2 hours to restock the candy cabinets. More often than not, you’d find yourself tucked away in the back of one of the showcase rooms, trying to get as comfortable as possible on the old, worn in seats. You were never a fan of old movies, you thought they boring, but you practically knew them by heart after watching them time and time again. It was better than sitting at the front desk all day when you knew for a fact that no one ever came in. Besides, you preferred the quiet and the alone time when you were working here. You’d often make up excuses about your boss wanting you to work Friday nights, when your friends wanted to go clubbing and you didn’t have the energy or interest needed.

           However, on one particular day, you were in cinema 8, watching Psycho, when a man came in. He had a cap pulled over his head, but you could see brown locks peeking out from underneath is. He was wearing a heavy jacket and jeans. But what really caught your attention, was the metal hand, illuminated by the movie.

           There was the Winter Soldier, James Buchanan Barnes, and he was looking right at you. Nervousness panged through you as he approached. “Can I sit with you? It looks like we could both use a little company.” You weakly nodded at him and he sat. “Usually no one’s ever here. I just sit in a theater, watching all the movies that play. I put some money in the tip jar to pay, I’d feel too guilty if I didn’t.”

           “We must be sitting in different cinemas then,” he looked at you with confusion. “I work here, but it’s usually empty, so I spend my days watching the movies. I could probably recite the entire scripts by now,” you sniggered. You saw the corners of Bucky’s mouth quirk up. “What brings you here? Shouldn’t you be out saving the day?”

           “I guess you could say I’m trying to make up for lost time. I know everything from the 1910’s to the 1940’s, but everything in between then and now is a blank. I figured movies would be somewhat of a primary source of what I missed. There’s only so many newspapers from the 1970’s you can get your hands on,” He joked. You laughed a little. “So tell me a little.”

           “Oh, um, this is called Psycho. It came out in 1960 and Alfred Hitchcock-“ Bucky’s laugh cut you off.

           “No, I mean about you. What’s got you tied down here?”

           “Oh,” before you could stop yourself, words were spewing out of your mouth before your mind could process them. “Well I’m 24 years old, I can’t afford college because my parent’s were killed when I was 10 and I was put in multiple foster homes until I aged out of the system and ever since I’ve been working here, trying to scrape up enough money to put myself through school again and I spend most of my time here even when I don’t have to because I hate going home, oh my name’s Y/N by the way. So tell me about you.” Bucky stared at you in utter shock as you clasped your hands together in your lap, looking at him expectantly. He continued staring at you for a little longer, and stuttered over his words as he tried to come up with what to say.

           “Well since we’re going deep here and you can read all the basic things about me in a museum, I’m Bucky, I’m 99 years old, and I fell out of a train when I was 29 and I was taken by the scientific branch of the Nazis, HYDRA, who then experimented on me, cut my arm off, and made me do a lot of really, really bad things that still haunt me today and I still wake up nearly every night, screaming and in a pool of my own sweat but it always feels like blood to me. I’m a really fucked up old man, Y/N. I can’t look at someone who looks similar to someone I’ve killed and honestly, I’m really glad you don’t look familiar because I probably would’ve ran out of here before you even noticed I was here.” He stopped talking and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Now it was your turn to stare at him, stunned. He cleared his throat before you could respond. “So, the movie?”

           “Right! Came out in 1960, directed by Alfred Hitchcock, he directed a lot of other movies like this that I can play for you whenever you want. This movie really helped shape modern horror movies. It’s based on a guy named Ed Gein, a serial killer in Wisconsin in the 1950s who inspired a lot of other movies, as well. It was nominated for four academy awards.” Bucky nodded, and you watched the movie in silence, until he quickly stood up.

           “Y/N, it was great meeting you, duty calls. I’ll see you around.” Bucky doesn’t know why, but he leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek. He heard your breath hitch in his throat and he immediately pulled away, and walking out without another word. You sat in your seat, stunned once more by Bucky Barnes, and you still felt his kiss lingering on your cheek.

           Days passed, you set up a bunch of different movies in different cinemas. Cinema 1&2 was playing movies from the 1950s. Cinema 3&4 was playing 1960s. Cinema 5&6 was 1970s and so on. You couldn’t even go and watch a movie like you usually had. You were constantly staring out the windows, waiting for Bucky to walk in. You couldn’t deny it anymore; he was all you had been thinking about since that day watching Psycho. The way he carried himself would lead anyone to believe that he was the most confident person they had ever met. The way he so willingly opened up to you and didn’t seem to regret it. The way you so easily opened up to him. Would it be insane and cliché to say you felt a connection with him, an Avenger?

           You knew he had priorities, responsibilities, saving the world and all that. You didn’t even exchange numbers, so calling him was out of the question. Looking at the clock, you had realized that you had spent one more day, obsessing over James Buchanan Barnes. You grabbed your bag and your keys, locking the theater doors behind you on your way out. The sky was getting dark and you pulled your hood over your hair in preparation for the rain. Little did you know, about half a mile into your walk home, you were being watched, but by two sets of eyes.

           “Natasha, you got eyes on the target?” Steve asked over the comm. Today was an undercover mission. That meant plain clothes, baseball caps, sunglasses, the likes. The whole team except Bruce, Vision, and Thor were on it, figuring the three of them would be too obvious if something went wrong, especially Banner. And Vision, because, well, he doesn’t exactly blend in.

           “I’ve had eyes on him for the past four minutes, Steve.”

           “Cap, I got a clear shot, you want me to take it?” Clint called from the top of a building, his body hidden by three feet of cement wall.

           “Not yet, wait for lower population. We don’t want many witnesses. Fire only when necessary. Got it?”

           “Loud and clear.” There were six pairs of eyes on the man they were about to take down, until a figure caught Bucky’s eyes. It was Y/N, leaving the theater. The hood of her baby pink sweatshirt hiding her features, but he could see strands of hair that weren’t hidden away. He recognized her bag, he had seen it sometimes when he’d go to watch a movie. He thought it was just left there for a while, he hadn’t yet put together that someone had to be playing the movies. He was distracted by her, his heart suddenly yearned for her and how comfortable he felt around her. He hadn’t opened up to someone that quickly besides from Steve and she wasn’t scared off from it. He was the one who was scared. Scared that one day, he’d hurt her the way he hurt so many others.

           “Cap, he’s on the move.” Natasha said, warning Steve. Bucky’s eyes snapped to the man, and his eyes locked in on the faint outline of a gun in his pocket, not-so-hidden behind his sports jacket. That wasn’t the worst part, he was following Y/N.

           “Don’t take the shot.” He ordered.

           “No, you need to take it right this second.” Bucky growled.

           “Buck, I said no! We have to wait until the right moment.”

           “This is the right moment! Oh, fuck it!” Buck ripped his ear piece out and sprinted into a run, exerting himself to his maximum extent. The man grabbed Y/N and dragged her to an alley, putting the gun to the back of her head while grabbing one of her arms and pinning it behind her back. Bucky’s blood was boiling and he was sure his team-mates were shouting his name in protest and that Steve and Fury were going to give him hell for jeopardizing the mission, but he couldn’t care less. He didn’t want to lose Y/N, he didn’t plan on letting her go anytime soon.

           “What do you want from me?” She cried out.

           “What? Your parents never told you that the same man who killed them in cold blood would come back for you too?” He laughed, venom dripping from his lips and you felt the all-too-familiar pang at your heart at the topic of your parents’ murder.

           The man had Y/N pinned with her stomach to a cold brick wall. “Y’know… I was just going to kill you, but you’re so pretty, why let a good thing to go to waste?” His hands began sliding their way up to the waistline of her leggings and Y/N let out a whimper. “Just remember, this is mommy and daddy’s fault.”

           She thought she saw a shadow come over her and the disgusting man behind her, but she couldn’t be too sure. Her head hurt from being slammed again the brick. She closed her eyes and let out another whimper.

           “Not a chance, pal.” You heard the familiar voice ring through the air and then the click of a gun. The man who had you pinned released you to whip around to the voice, momentarily taking the gun off you. However, never in a million years was he expecting the Winter Soldier behind him, eyes stony and filled with repressed rage. “Close your eyes, doll.” You did as instructed, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach at the nickname because holy hell this was not the right time.

           You flinched when you heard a sudden crunch and a body drop to the floor. “Keep ‘em closed, you don’t want to see it.” You let out a yelp in surprise as he lifted you off the ground, one of his arms locking underneath your legs and the other supporting your upper body. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, tucking your face into his chest. You heard people calling his name but his hand left your shoulder momentarily and the voices and the crunching of gravel underneath people’s shoes stopping. Then, you felt yourself being lowered, feeling your feet touching the ground and Bucky’s arms steadying you. You opened your eyes and found yourself staring at Bucky’s steely blue ones. Concern was written across his features. Before he could get a single word out, Steve jogged up to you guys, Natasha at his heels.

           “Is she hurt?” He asked, his features masking Bucky’s.

           “No,” You breathed out. “Bucky got there before he could do any worse. I just have a headache.”

           “We’ll have Banner check her out back at the tower for any concussions or other injuries to be sure. Let’s get her to the quinjet.” Steve and Natasha walked off, leaving you and Bucky standing in the wake of what could’ve been the most painful thing, for the both of you, even if either of you were aware of each other’s feelings for each other, but after Bucky genuinely feeling scared of losing you, he had to take a shot in the dark.

           “After all this is set and done, how about a movie or two?”

           “Well, I didn’t spend a week playing a bunch of iconic movies for nothing.” You smiled and pulled him in for a kiss, momentarily forgetting the ache in your head and what had just happened. Bucky was never going to let you get hurt again. Not on his watch.

A reply to a raging anti-SQ and anti-Regina...
ouathinktank-metacommentary: “ … Killian Jones and Captain Swan stan, who sent us about 13 messages (yeah, trackers speak no lies, and–what a ‘refreshing’ thing to get back to, after a holiday)...

Not even remotely defending what was in this ask—-BUT….love the assumption that because ONE obsessive loon sent this (or even did they? Kooki DOES lie and send herself asks pretty routinely, blacked out half the ask and, as far as I’m aware the other 12 asks weren’t posted), it MUST mean ALL CSers are “like that”. Cause the possibility of a troll (or, again, Kooki, herself to create something) could never, EVER be the case, now could it?

Also love the further false equivalencies she creates….but it IS consistent with someone who thinks she knows everyone’s motivations for everything they do (even though she’s never met them) and that she’s doing “God’s work” by trying to get a goofy, midbudget fantasy show censored or cancelled because her preferred pretend people won’t be kissing onscreen

its not enough for brendon to own a shirt that says "i met god, she's black" no! not enough. he has to own TWO of these shirts, one of them a tanktop, just in case he wants to wear it in the summertime