my personal headcanon is that jonas finds out that isak had a crush on him when jonas asks him, slightly hurt, “why don’t you hang out at the skate park anymore?” while they’re having lunch in cafeteria and isak, shovelling food down, says “not my thing anymore man” and jonas pesters him a little about it, grumbling under his breath its-not-your-thing-anymore-cos-of-even, which isak hears and blurts out, over a mouthful of food “yo, i only ever went because of you, i don’t even like skateboarding” . a beat. and jonas’ eyes go wide, and isak’s eyes go wide and they stare at each other for a moment, and isak swallows the food with a gulp, and shakes his head wildly and jonas has a huge grin on his face and “I FUCKING KNEW IT!” and isak goes “nei nei nei nei nei nei”, and jonas gets up from his seat, rounds the table, takes his friend’s face in his hands roughly and plants a smacking kiss on isak’s forehead and laughs out loud, and never lets it go for the next 100 years, isak regrets everything from then on
Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff,
Bucky Barnes Warnings: Angst, the smallest bit of fluff, some deaths, blood Summary: It’s been months since your last
encounter with Steve, is there any chance you’ll take him back? Word Count: 1.6k+ A/N: I am so overwhelmed by the amount of love and reactions from I Am Not Peggy! Because of all of that love, I started writing part two last night and just finished it off now… I wanna thank the bucky to my steve, @sickplanets for beta’ing this story, her reaction was priceless, i’m gonna insert a photo, give me a second:
150 years ago, they would have thought you were absurd if you advocated for the end of slavery. 100 years ago, they would have laughed at you for suggesting that women should have the right to vote. 50 years ago, they would object to the idea of African Americans receiving equal rights under the law. 25 years ago they would have called you a pervert if you advocated for gay rights. They laugh at us now for suggesting that animal slavery be ended. Someday they won’t be laughing.
I just saw a statistic that said between 100-500 bottom surgery operations are performed every year in the US. I’m laughing because I know Dr. Chen’s team alone perform nearly 100 phalloplasties per year. The actual statistic is easily in the thousands so I’m curious how people are getting this data.
I want another Caryl hug in Season 8. With hands in hair, shoulder *and* neck nuzzling, full frontal body contact, and kissing.
Gloriously awkward kissing that’s sweet and fumbling–I want blushing, y'all. And they laugh at themselves because it’s been 100 years and this is their best friend, you know? The single most important person in each of their lives, and then that light bulb goes off or maybe the blinders just fall away and they’re all oooohhhhhmmmmyyyyyggggooooddddd.
And then they just fucking go for it because if anybody on this trash-fire show deserves it, they do. Our babies so do.
Is that really too much to ask?
Of course, if we even get a smidgen of this, I am dead. Deader than dead. Guess I better queue up 9-1-1, lol, and have that ambulance ready.
I said I might do Little fanfic drabbles, an’ here’s one now! Is gender newtral :)
Bucky couldn’t believe his eyes. He rubbed them to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating, and took another look. You, who had nearly ripped Sam’s head off for stealing fries off your plate, were whining and pouting as Steve confiscated your pile of Halloween candy.
“Don’t give me that look,” he heard Steve say in his Captain’s voice. “You know you’ll get a tummy ache if you eat it all.”
“But… I wants it. Pwease?” You gave him a pleading, wide eyed look.
“No, Honey.” Bucky frowned in confusion at how his voice softened. “If you want something sweet, I’ll bring you some fruit, ok?”
You sighed and hung your head, completely defeated. “Ok.”
“Good. You and Stitch keep watching and I’ll be back in a bit.” He kissed the top of your head, chuckling when you lifted your Stitch plush to him for a kiss, too. He kissed him and turned to go to the kitchen, finding Bucky watching. “Hey, Buck.”
“Hey,” he replied, following him to the kitchen. “What’s going on? What’s wrong with Y/n?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” he chuckled. “It’s just a regressive state.”
“What?” Bucky eyebrows knit.
Steve washed some grapes and began slicing them in half. “When some people get stressed, they find reverting their mindset to that of a child’s helps them cope. That’s what’s going on out there.”
“You took their candy,” he shuddered, making Steve laugh out loud.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t have tried it had they not been in their ‘little space’. I want to live another 100 years if I can,” he joked, not laughing anymore when he saw the look on Bucky’s face. “You’re still confused. Why don’t you go spend some time with them? Here,” he placed the bowl of grapes in his hand. “Take this and join them.”
Bucky took the bowl and walked to the couch. “Hey, Y/n.”
“Hi Buckybuck!” you said in a squeaky tone.
“Steve said to give these to you.” His expression softened at the way you smiled and clapped your hands in excitement. He had to admit, you looked adorable. Looking to the tv, he saw you were watching a movie with puppets. “Mind if I joine ya?”
“Yay!” You scooted over and patted the spot beside you, surprising him when you offered your grape bowl to him.
He reached slowly, afraid it was trick, relaxing when he took a couple and still had his appendages. A song in the movie started to play, and you hummed along, eventually singing out loud. Bucky hadn’t known you long, but he’d never seen you so happy or relaxed. When you finished your juice, he quickly offered to get you another, willing to do his part to give you the peace of mind you desperately needed.
150 years ago, they would have thought you were absurd if you advocated for the end of slavery. 100 years ago, they would have laughed at you for suggesting that women should have the right to vote. 50 years ago, they would object to the idea of African Americans receiving equal rights under the law. 25 years ago they would have called you a pervert if you advocated for gay rights. They laugh at us now for suggesting that animal slavery be ended. Some day they won’t be laughing.
Series Summary: (Bucky x POC! reader) After the events of CA:CW, Bucky joins the Avengers in attempting to defeat HYDRA. Reader is a former Wakandan queen who was kidnapped by HYDRA in the 1960′s and is currently a super soldier for them.
Chapter Summary: A mission with the Avengers brings back some memories Bucky wasn’t sure he wanted to regain.
Warnings: Character death (minor, I’m not that bad of a person… yet), angst.
Author’s note: Hello, friends! I know this chapter has been long awaited, and I’m sorry about that. Work and school have been taking up all of my time, but I’m soo excited to share this with you all! I do not know T’Challa’s actual date of birth, so I put 1985. If anyone knows it, please message me so I can edit the story. Thanks for Reading! :)