So I has this theory about brownies. So they’re made of chocolate right? What does chocolate come from? Cocoa beans. Where do beans come from. Trees. What are trees? Vegetables. What are vegetables? Healthy.
Conclusion: brownies are healthy
Tada you’re welcome

tree bros hcs
- connor gives 0 shits and he’s like “move it im gay” to everyone that’s in his way and evan trails behind with his face all red apologizing to ppl for his edgy boyfriend
- connor left his sweatshirt in evans room once when they were smooching and evan panicked when he found it bc that sweatshirt is connors comfort object; it’s got worn down holes on the cuffs of the sleeves from years of connor fidgeting with it; and evan rushes to school that morning to give it to connor bc ‘holy shit what if he thinks i did it on purpose i distracted him w kisses and i stole his sweatshirt and he’ll never talk to me again’ and connor is like 'dude. buddy. keep it. i feel good knowing you have it. it’ll keep u safe when im not there. it’s chill, okay?’
- evan wears the connor sweatshirt every night to bed even if it’s hot af out bc he never ever feels safer than in that sweatshirt
- (connor honestly did freak out when he realized he left it at evans but then he thought abt evan tucked nice and snug in it and that was a more comforting thought to him than actually getting it back. so he buys a new sweatshirt for himself at hot topic and they both match)
- evan is so fucking extra he finds 56 cents in the pockets of this fucking sweatshirt and gives the loose change back to connor and connor is just like …….bruh
- they go on walks all the time it’s their favorite date activity and evan gets so PUMPED to show connor his trees and evan is like “okay GUESS WHATS COOL ABOUT THIS ONE” and connor is like “it’s….tall.”
- connor went to see evan a lot when he worked at the park as a lil ranger thing and he LOVES evans silly uniform like it’s not even hardcore embarrassing or anything, he just gets a kick out of the fact that evan gets to wear a badge for knowing Some Facts About Trees
- evan always fixes the tags sticking out of connors shirt collars
- and connor always gets defensive like “maybe i wanted it there did you ever think of that >:|” and evan gets all cute flustered
- connor is the first to say i love u and he doesn’t make it a big deal, he just kind of says it one day and evan works himself up into a Panicked State bc he wanted to say it for the longest time but was too anxious to be the first one and now the barrier is just suddenly gone and connor loves him??? and that’s just a lot to handle so obviously evans hands get sweaty
- evan proofreads all of connors essays and connor loves watching him get lost in reading them
- ONE TIME and one time only evan gets up the courage to ask connor what the heck weed is like and connor hands him a brownie like “eat this” and evan eats the brownie and wow is he calmer or? something? and he’s being just WEIRD and connor is snorting bc it was just a normal, clean Cynthia Murphy brownie. he’d never give evan weed are you kidding me
- zoe and evan play this game where they bet on how many of connors outfit pieces are from hot topic but it’s all very discreet like “wow that’s a cool chain leather jacket connor where’d you get that from” and he’ll tell them and then one of them inevitably screams
- evan braids connors hair bc it’s calming for the both of them
- they watch nature documentaries like all the time and no one knows why or how it happens. it will be the middle of the day and somehow these two are dead asleep on the couch with natgeo on the tv at full volume
- they also watch a lot of antiques roadshow but they seek it out and genuinely have a good time with it

  • Soldier-76: What are you two Barbies crying about?
  • Reinhardt: What the-?!
  • Mercy: Jack? We thought you were dead!
  • Soldier-76: Nonsense. I was merely napping.
  • Reinhardt: But how did you get out of there? I tied you up and poured concrete on the grave! Just in case you came back as a zombie.
  • Soldier-76: Yes, but you made one crucial mistake. You left me with my spoon.
  • Reinhardt: No!
  • Soldier-76: That’s right! I ate my way out. The soft earth was like a delicious butterscotch brownie to me.
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Haunting Me: Chapter 1

A/N; Eeeeek! Here it is guys, chapter 1! This story has me so pumped and i’m so happy you guys liked the intro. I hope you guys like this chappie, cuz it’s a bit of a giant relief haha. ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Warnings: Swearing. Slight angst. Mild violence. Hella feels. 


You focused on the pencil in your hand, shading the paper as carefully as possible.

New York was beautiful in the summer time, especially once the sun hit the right spot in the sky. It wasn’t a cloudy day by any chance; in fact, there wasn’t a single cloud in sight. You sat in the metal chair, your legs crossed beneath you as you focused on the sketch in front of you. You reached for the pastry on the plate next to it and took a small bite out of it, chewing slowly.

You enjoyed your time alone, as you always did, especially when you got to sketch the totally gorgeous Calvin Klein model sitting two seats down from you.

Okay, he probably wasn’t a model, but he sure as hell looked like one.  He was built like a brick house and those eyes. Jesus –you could get lost in those ocean blue orbs of his. From what it looked like, he was drawing as well. He could draw and look super-hot while doing it? He was a rare gem. However, as you cocked your head to the side, curiously studying his features, you couldn’t help but notice how sad he looked. It made your chest ache just seeing him brood like that.

“Another brownie ma’am?” the waitress asked with a smile. And by the grace of god, the total hottie looked over at you. You blushed, looking up at the waitress with a timid smile.

“Um. No thank you.” She gave you a quick nod before walking away.

When you looked back over at the mysterious blond, you expected him to give you a small smile and continue throughout his day, but boy were you wrong. You looked back over and to your surprise, he was openly staring at you, his blue eyes widened with an odd mixture of fear and shock. He blinked rapidly, his eyes focusing on your face shamelessly.

Immediately you felt so self-conscious. Was there something on your face? Did you creep him out?  Oh god, did your eyeliner smudge. You had a habit of rubbing your face whilst drawing and you did forget you were wearing makeup sometimes.

After a few minutes of being stared down by the man, you had quite enough. You hastily packed your sketch book into your bag and placed a few dollar bills onto the table before standing. You swore you could feel the burning of eyes on your back as you stealthy maneuvered around the sea of people.

Before you could take another step, you felt a tight grip on your arm stop you.

“What are you doing?” you exclaimed, turning around with a scowl. You reached in your pocket for your pepper spray.

“I-I’m sorry!” The man sputtered, his eyes softened once he peered around at the many people watching the two of you. There was a small crowd surrounding you now and you felt so embarrassed, yet relieved. He wouldn’t dare try anything in public.  

You yanked your arm back, holding it in your wrist. “Why are you following me? Do I know you or something?” your last question caused him to frown. You could practically see the wheels turning in the man’s head as he chose his words carefully. He sighed heavily, before his eyes travelled down to the bag in your hand.  

“I uh…noticed you drawing earlier and I wanted to say how nice your shading technique was. That’s all.”

You blinked, your eyes widening. He did all that for a damn compliment? Who was this guy?

“Thank you,” you replied, which came out more as a question. Soon, the people around you began going about their day once they realized there was no harm being done to you. Leaving the two of you standing in the middle of the busy sidewalk.

“My name is Steve,” he smiled, holding out his hand for you. “Steve Rogers.” You raised your eyebrows. That was a bit of an older fashioned name, but you weren’t complaining. Your mom tried to name you Jane once before your birth.

“I’m Y/N,” you replied, gently taking his hand and shaking it.  

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

As the next couple years went by, you and Steve became two peas in a pod.  

Wherever you went, he went. At first, you found it sort of creepy that your best friend was following you around town all the time, showing up at your apartment in the middle of the night when the Stark tower got too much for him and he needed a place to sleep properly. After a while, you just assumed the man was a bit lonely, which was fine by you considering you were, too.

There were times where you two would just stay up all night watching old movies from his time. His favorite was My Darling Clementine, which you had seen so many times that you now knew the entire film’s script by memory. 

Soon, Steve began accompanying you on your trips to art galleries for school. It was a win/win for you as he always attracted so much attention being the hot shot Captain America he was, also, he eased the storm of anxiety that you struggled with your entire life. Steve was your wing man.  

But there were some times when you felt that maybe Steve wanted to be more than friends. 

You always thought of him as a brother figure, but the way he would look at you whenever he thought you weren’t noticing, it had you a bit confused. It happened when you were watching the old movies. He would look at you from out the corner of his eye, watching your reactions closely. You figured it was because he had a thing for you, which you didn’t return. 

You had a couple boyfriends here and there, but nothing special. And Steve, bless his heart, had completely unapproved of them all. 

But whenever you would sing along to your favorite song, Over the Rainbow by Judy Garland, you would see the look even more. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something about that song probably caused unpleasant memories for him. You wondered why. 

Another time you got The Look, was when you smoked. It was a habit, yeah, one that you’ve had for far too long. Every time you would be out and about with him -which was always- and you lit up a cigarette, he would immediately scold you until you put it out. You loved Stevie, but you were a big girl. You could make your own decisions. 

You were lounging on your couch, watching old reruns of Seinfeld, when a loud banging on your front door causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. You looked over at your phone. 

Five O’clock. 

Steve was currently on a mission, or so you thought. Who on earth could it be? 

You sighed, standing up from the couch and made your way towards the front door. You flung the door open, expecting to see Steve standing there with a box of pizza like always, but instead you got something way, way more complicated. 

“W-What is going on?” you asked, eyeing the two other Avengers beside your best friend. 

Steve let out a sigh, giving you a guilty smile. “These are my uh…coworkers.” 

You blinked, staring at him with wide eyes. Coworkers? Really?

“May we come inside?” Natasha asked as she clutched her shoulder tightly. Her face was twisted into a grimace as she tried to cover the obvious gunshot wound in her shoulder. Your eyes widened. 

“Of course!” you jumped, reaching forward and gently placing your hand on her back, and guiding her into your apartment. She let out a groan when you touched her shoulder. 

“I think I’m gonna need a new shoulder.” she said. 

You placed the cotton swab on Natasha’s shoulder, gently dabbing the fresh stitches you had applied. She was lucky to be alive, the bullet barely missed a major artery. A couple more centimeters and she would’ve bled out in seconds. 

“So are you guys gonna tell me what the hell happened?” you asked, turning around in your chair to face Steve, who was seated on your couch, his body bruised and battered from the obvious fight. 

Whoever they ran into managed to put up on hell of a fight. 

“His name is The Winter Soldier,” Natasha chimed from behind you. She avoided your eyes as she spoke “He’s Hydra’s top assassin. He’s killed over a dozen elected officials and other people as well. We ran into him earlier.” 

Steve continued to stare down at the floor, his face in a distant frown. 

“What does that have to do with Steve? What happened?” you asked eagerly. 

“We just found out that this so called Winter Soldier is actually Steve’s best friend, Bucky Barnes.” 

Your eyes widened. You were so confused. Steve never mentioned anyone else in his life except for his mother and father. He always told you he was on the lonely side, but…he had a best friend apparently. An old best friend from over seventy years ago. 

“Who the hell is Bucky?” you chided, furrowing your brows at Steve. How could he have not told you? You and he told each other everything. 

“Bucky Barnes was considered KIA in 1942 when he fell off a locomotive during a mission to capture the evil scientist Arnim Zola.” Sam informed as he reloaded his pistol. 

“And now, he’s alive. And brainwashed, completely wiped of his memories of Steve.” Natasha finished, taking a sip of the glass of orange juice you poured her a few minutes ago. 

You felt your chest ache. 

Why couldn’t Steve feel like he could tell you about Barnes? You guys were so much closer than the average friends. 

You turned back to Steve, only to find him on the couch with his face buried in his hands. His breaths coming out in short huffs. 

You made your way over to the blond, bending down until you were eye level with him. He looked so broken, yet you had no idea what he was going through. You’ve never lost anyone before. You had no idea who this Winter Soldier was, but if it meant reconnecting two old friends, you were more than wiling to help Steve. 

You gently pulled Steve’s hands from his hair and brought them down, revealing his tear stained face. You smiled up at him, hope shining in your eyes. 

“Whoever this Bucky guy is,” you began, looking down at your entwined hands. “He must be a special kind of man for you to go these lengths. We’ll get your friend back, Steve. If it’s the last thing we do.” 

Steve felt his heart shattering even more as you spoke. Nevertheless, he offered you a false smile, hoping to distract you from the internal pain he was facing. To his relief, you bought it. 

He watched as you went back to Natasha and began placing the bandages onto her wound, your face set in a concerned frown. 

‘Oh, Y/N’ he thought to himself. 

‘If you only knew the truth.’ 

- Fin!  ❤️

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If you have time (omg I'm sorry but this prompt in my head forever) It's 3am and they are in a community kitchen in college and one is making brownies.

Percy had just wanted to get a glass of water.

When he enters the communal kitchen, blearily rubbing sleep out of his eyes, he realises what had woken him up in the first place. One of his roommates is standing with her back to him at the countertop, cracking eggs into a large mixing bowl. The kitchen looks devastated. Shared by six people, it never looks pristine, but right now a bomb could have gone off for the state it’s in.

“Um,” he says, still disorientated from the light and noise and explosion aftermath.

She turns and swears quietly. “Sorry, I thought I was being quiet.”

She was not, but Percy won’t begrudge her that. Partially because he’s a little bit in love with her (alright, mostly, but that’s not important right now), partially because he knows he’s woken her up at least half a dozen times since they moved into the dorms three months ago.

“S’alright. Just gettin some water.”

Annabeth smiles. “Alright.”

Percy opens the mug cupboard and after several seconds of staring at its contents and coming to terms with the fact that they don’t own any glasses not made of plastic, he grabs a mug with Walt Whitman’s face on it and fills it with water from the faucet. Instead of taking it back to his room with him, he leans back against the sink and watches Annabeth squint at her phone as she holds it three inches from her face.

“You alright there?” he asks.

She doesn’t look away from her phone. “My glasses are somewhere deep within my bag and I have neither the energy or determination to find them.”


She looks at him. “Do you want to read this recipe for me or keep delivering these brilliant insights?”

He shrugs. “I feel like I could manage both.”

Annabeth hands her phone over with a roll of her eyes. Percy puts down his glass of water and shoves some of the debris aside so that he can sit on the counter top. Then he takes Annabeth’s phone and reads the title of the page.

“You need to google a recipe for brownies?”

“Alright, Martha Stewart. Just tell me what to do to make this delicious.”

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Cookies And Cream

Requested by: @magnoliastan-barnes
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I didn’t specifically include the quote, I hope that’s okay!

Y/E/C: Your Eye Colour

Bucky’s POV

Bucky was completely lost in his thoughts when he wandered into the kitchen, but his brain, and his steps, come to a stop when he notices you. You’re wearing a floral apron, and your hair is thrown up into a messy bun, surrounded by a tonne of ingredients and metal bowls. His breath faulters as he stares, unable to tear his eyes away. Even when you were deep in concentration and reading a recipe you were a ray of sunshine.

Bucky had been smitten with you from the moment you introduced yourself; the newest addition to the Avengers, and the last one to meet Bucky after he returned from Wakanda.

“Oh hey,” you call to him, your voice echoing off the large, open space walls. Bucky’s cheeks grow hot and he hopes you didn’t realise he’d been staring at you, probably with lovey dovey eyes,

“H-hey,” Bucky stammers. Without realising it, he’s tentatively walking towards you. He tries to casually take a seat at the island counter, but slips and almost falls off the stool, making him more embarrassed, “What’cha making?”

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I have officially hopped upon the pta au for undertale, but like no, think about it-

Flowey going to the meetings and changing his face to look like Linda’s/Helen’s face and mocking them.

Tori bringing pie to every meeting and people push those bull shit “lemon bars” off the table to make room.

Helen being homophobic around Undyne………. need I say more?

Asgore being peaceful till he sees Linda use quite hands on mute frisk then brings out the fucking weapon he uses ( I forget the name) and scaring the shit out of her.

Sans using his judgement abilities to spot abusive parents and report them.


Alphys subbing for a science class.

Papyrus being a really encouraging gym teacher, and he always brings spaghetti to every class.

Grilby and muffett being lunch ladies (???) And catering for field trips.


Every. Single. Science. Fair. Frisk getting help from Sans and alphys. (Not Gaster after he helped them make a black hole that almost destroyed the entire school, but hey! They won!)


How cool are plants? My mornings usually look a little like this, chocolate + oat + banana smoothie bowl (going hard on the oats) and lots of pretty fruit, rawnola and peanut butter cookie dough to top. I have a big sweet tooth so I love these kind of breakfasts. 

Last week I set myself a health challenge, to stick to eating only wholefoods and things made by me for seven days. I had lots of homemade snacks in the freezer to munch on in between meals and had my smoothies for breakfast, carbs like rice and potatoes with lots of veggies and greens for lunch and dinner, and my homemade snacks for in the middle. Eight days later and I survived, didn’t even eat one Clif bar either. Not that I have an issue with any store bought food/snacks, but I wanted to challenge myself and my food and it also meant less package products and less waste. I love having homemade food to snack on (like brownies, oat bars and muffins) because I make them to my liking and know exactly what`s inside them, plus I store them in the freezer so they last forever. 

Recently I`ve been trying to be more conscious of what I`m eating, why I`m eating it, and keeping up my exercise regime and I`m feeling really good with my body these days. The mornings are getting colder now (9 degrees Celsius this morning) and I can see the warmth of my breath against the chilly air outside when I go out for my run, but every time I get back home I feel great, and so that feeling keeps me motivated every day to keep doing it.

Auditions for the Inner Circle

*panel of judges: rhysand, cassian, azriel, mor and amren*

rhysand: alright, next!

nesta: *opens door forcefully, walks to the center of the room, looks the judges up and down* well?





cassian: i think we can all agree… you’re in!

rhysand: next!

elain: *politely opens the door, shuts it quietly, walks to the center of the room* hello! oh, i’m sorry! *whispers* should be be quiet?

rhysand: *clears throat* hello- *looks at sheet* elain. How old are you and where are you from?

elain: … oh, I should answer?

amren: YES

elain: oh, okay, okay. Hmm lets see i’m from some place far away and i think i’m twenty, I forget though! Now that i’m immortal am I one year old? I suppose I would be, I certainly feel reborn. Its all so confusing, with this and-

rhysand: thats enough! what do you do?

elain: hmmmm i make sweet treats and plant flowers


elain: oh yes!

cassian: YOU’RE IN

azriel: why am I here?

ellie’s baked chocolate thing

¼ cup of butter
3 tablespoons of sugar
½ coup flour
some amount of vanilla extract
a lot more sugar
just a little bit of milk
?? baking soda
????? cocoa powder

* step 1: in a depressive haze, while procrastinating several important projects, stumble across an “edible” cookie dough recipe. snort to yourself as you make the aunt joke about how all cookie dough is edible. decide youre going to make it

* step 2: get up and get the ingredients, follow them for almost the entire the duration of the recipe, then realize you don’t have chocolate chips. take out your roommates 3 month old microwavable melting chocolate from the fridge and take off a small, hopefully unnoticeable piece (if youre reading this, zi, i’m sorry)

* step 3: try to break it off into little chips. realize it isn’t working. try to use the electric mixer to break it off into little chips. its really not working

* step 4: mistakenly microwave the entire bowl thinking it will just turn into regular chocolatey cookie dough. make sure to think hard about how all the butter you creamed is melting but dont take it out of the microwave. just think about it

* step 5: taste it. its not good. add more sugar. taste it. still not good. add more sugar and butter. taste it.

* step 6: god damn it maybe you should just bake it into regular cookies? realize that because it was and “edible” cookie dough recipe, it probably wont bake well. probably

* step 7: damn it all to hell. youve made some cookies before. just pour some baking powder and crack an egg in there. use a butter knife to mix this poorly because you already put the electric mixer beater in the sink

* step 8: ok. maybe this will be a cookie? put some walnuts in there just cuz.

* step 9: think about how thats more of a brownie thing. well, it is kind of like a brownie. brownie cookies? oh jeez, what if they just melt into a solid thin layer on the baking sheet. ok, so you’ll just bake them in a pan, like blondies, or giant cookies that you can cut.

* step 10: you know what, while we’re at it, why not just make them into brownies? they’re kind of brownies? dump indiscernible amounts of cocoa powder in there. mix poorly with the knife again. dissociate.

* step 11: grease a very small baking pan, pour the… batter? dough? mix? into the pan. it will seem both like and unlike any chocolate baked good you’ve made in your life and its kind of uncanny but its fine

* step 12: ok, so who knows what this will be like, but who cares, it will probably be good. it’s a surprise. snort as you make the dad joke about not needing labels

* step 13: realize you didn’t preheat the oven. preheat the oven to whatever number feels right

* step 14: reorganize the dirty dishes in your sink. feel a bit more productive than before

* step 15: as you put away ingredients, waterfall some milk into your mouth so you don’t have to get a cup but also don’t put bacteria on the lip of the milk. it feels weird but funny

* step 16: sprinkle more walnuts on there in an empty but also genuine gesture towards simple zest for life

* step 17: put the chocolate thing in the oven until you can smell it.

* step 18: take it out. you probably put the knife in the sink when you were organizing the dirty dishes so now you have to wash a different one to poke the chocolate thing. poke it even though you think its for sure done.

* step 19: even though the top looks entirely cooked, the center is still entirely liquid. don’t worry; you might think that means if you put it back in, the top will burn, but just turn down the oven to whatever feels righter and wrap it in some foil and pop it back in and kinda stop caring about it

* step 20: check it again whenever. its still not done anyway

* step 21: check again. seems baked all the way through. looks like a loaf, smells kinda good. take it out again. where did you put that knife????????

* step 22: find the knife on the floor of the living room or somewhere else it shouldn’t be. bonus if its on carpet. why are you like this?

* step 23: slice a piece immediately and eat it with the knife and your hands (power combo). its………. ok. enjoy!

g-d yall i am horrified! i spend a lot of my time scrolling through stimmy videos on ig and u know how there are these videos of people mixing things into ice cream? usually NORMAL HUMAN THINGS like strawberries or a brownie? i just saw, with my own eyes, someone fucking mix an ENTIRE HAMBURGER AND FRIES into ice cream. bun. meat. everything. ive never been more disgusted in my life. i am viscerally upset and repulsed. someone MADE THAT AND ATE IT and then uploaded the video and made innocent people see it. what the fuck.

How would the 97 line of Seventeen treat their s/o on her period.

Anonymous said:if you’re still doing reacts, could you do how the 97 line of svt would treat their s/o when they’re on their period? sorry if this is weird, i just think it can be sweet!


Mingyu: Your one aggressive girl on your period, so he tries to avoid any altercations with you. You are very picky about things, while on your period. That’s something he hates, he can give you something exactly how you wanted, but you would still refuse it. He would still try to make you happy, and keep making something, till it satisfies your taste buds. But, after your period is over, you apologize to him, for acting like such an ass, and being very picky. 

*So i don’t know what he was eating…look like a cupcake or brownie. But we gon say it’s a brownie, since most girls eat chocolate on their period.*

Him: “Gotta check to see if these brownies are good before I give em to y/n”

Originally posted by minghaon

*Him after he finds brownies excellent….you on the other hand don’t, and order him to go make another one for the 3rd time*

Originally posted by wonnhao

The8: He loves you, he really does. But, he can not wait till this shit ends, he ABSOLUTELY HATES when it’s “the time of the month”. You act as if you have no legs or your too fragile to get up. But does he complain? He tries, but then you’ll argue with him about how horrible cramping pains feel, and you throw in some fake tears. So, yeah he takes good care of you, to avoid any trouble, but somehow he still ends up sitting down, listening to your complaints.

Originally posted by meowminghao

DK: Literally if he avoids getting yelled, buy you your needs, he’ll think he’s doing a pretty good ass job at the whole “taking care of you” thing. You won’t even know he’s there sometimes. He’ll come by you a few times to ask if you need anything, like something from the store or a massage. His ass would always think he’s ahead of the game, when you go to ask for him to buy something like ice cream, and he already bought tons of it for you. Him: “Who’s the best boyfriend in the whole damn universe?”

Originally posted by shownusgrl


Dazed and Confused (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One Shot

A/N: I’ve been having this in my head for a while and i finally decided to make a lil something of it. I’m not sure if i’ll make it into a series or not yet. Please let me know about any misspelling! Feedback is always welcome! - Delilah <3


Ever since the latest mission, I barely slept anymore. Every time I closed my eyes, my brain was flooded with the HYDRA agent’s face as he hovered over me, pinning my trembling body down to the floor and violently ripping the top from my combat suit off my chest. Bucky had gotten there in the nick of time before the agent could’ve done anything, but it still haunted me. I’ve tried everything. 

The therapist Tony had hired suggested some medication, but it wasn’t working. Instead of going to sleep, I knocked out completely for multiple hours, leaving me tired during missions. So I stopped taking them, figuring I’d just have to deal with it for now.

It was roughly a month later now. I was sat in the common area studying for my final, when Tony popped up behind me, a malicious smile on his face and his hands behind his back. He looked like a child. I looked up at him and frowned.
“I know that smile,” I say dryly. “Nothing good comes of it.” 

He let out a very unmanly squeal and plopped down next to me. “Look, I know you’ve been having some issues getting your beauty sleep. So, because I’m an amazing person, I’ve decided to help you out.”

I glanced up at him in confusion. My eyes narrowed as he pulled out a small brown paper bag and set it in my lap. I stared at the bag in confusion. Is he serious? “I know a guy who specializes in uh…certain biological studies.” He said with a nervous laugh. 

I peered down into the bag and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Was he really serious about this? I looked back up at him; his stupid shit eating grin still plastered on his face.

“How are weed brownies going to help me?” I asked with a scowl.
He shushed me, peering around the empty common room. “Will you be quiet? I’m trying to keep this low key. If you haven’t heard, this stuff is a natural solution to insomnia. Just eat half an hour before bed and you’ll sleep like a baby!”

I stared at him skeptically. “Have you done it before?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Kid, I’m like the weed Zeus. Of course I’ve done it before. I still do it every once in a while when I can’t sleep.”

I sighed and gave him the okay. I’ve never been high on anything in my life, so I was a bit nervous. Tony said to just flow with it, which shitty advice, considering I was already a nervous wreck.
It was around ten at night when I ate half, just like Tony said. It tasted like a regular plain brownie you’d buy at the store. The movie the entire gang had just watched had ended and we all said our good nights before parting ways. I gave Tony thumbs up before walking to the elevator. My room was at the end of the hallway, with only Bucky as my neighbor across from me. About halfway there, I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

“Hey,“ he said softly. I jumped slightly and placed a hand on my chest. This dude was like a ninja. I understood now why he was such a good assassin. His eyes were trained on me as he stood awkwardly. "I didn’t mean to scare you. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

I felt my heart swell. He was such a good person and I would be lying if I said I didn’t have a crush on him. He was like a teddy bear. A sexy, muscular teddy bear that I wanted between my thighs.

“Thanks, Buck,” I smiled, placing a hand on his chest. “I’m doing better.” His eyes peered down at my hand and I couldn’t help but feel the warmness that radiated off of him. Not to mention the muscle that was underneath. He was built like some kind of Greek god. And I looked like a sad noodle.

“Um.” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “You okay there?” I pulled my hand away and stared back at him, only to find that everything seemed fuzzy. Bucky’s blue eyes seemed more vibrant than I remembered.

“Yeah, I’m just really, really, really tired. I think all the sleep deprivation is finally hitting me.” I said and started walking. To me, it sounded like I was talking in slow motion, but luckily Bucky didn’t seem to notice. Or so I thought. Bucky glanced at me suspiciously before hooking his arm around mine and leading me down the corridors.

It was right then as I walked, did it finally hit me at full force. I started giggling for no reason. Everything was funny to me, especially Bucky’s worried glances. When we got to my room, he opened the door and ushered me inside.

“Yo, I got this, homie.” I slurred before plummeting onto my bed face first, bursting into giggles. He let out an amused chuckle before pulling the covers over my body. I snuggled into the pillow and glanced up at him.

“You’re so handsome, you know that, Buck?” I say dreamily. His eyes softened at my comment. I could tell it really hit home for him. He really was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen. 

“You think so, doll?” He asks, pulling a stray piece of hair from my face. I let out a yawn and nodded against my pillow.

“Mhm. Do you not think so?” I ask, my eyes becoming droopy.

“I’m no where near your level, honey.” He said with a loving smile.
That smile was the last thing I saw before I felt myself drift off into one of the best sleeps I’ve ever had. 

caoticdragonv19  asked:

Jax what's your favorite meal?

I dont really have a FAVORITE meal lol Im sorta like Goku in that sense But I can tell you what I usually love. I’ll pick my 

Top 5 Savory Cheat Foods and my Top 5 Desserts

Top 5 Savory

1) Lumpia and Pancit I LOVE cause my Philipino friends hooked me up and I fell in love ever since

2) My Fancy Grilled Cheese Sandwich melts I make. I blend tons of cheeses and cook them to perfection

3) Pizza

4) Burgers

5)  I’m gonna be such a stereotype here

But a close tie is with Mac N Cheese cause I FUCKIN LOVE MAC n CHEESE

Originally posted by inthepitofmystomach

I really like cheese

Top 5 Desserts

1) MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE CREAM CAKE is a Food of the GODs its fusion of 2 perfect desserts. We as a species are not worthy of such divinity that has been blessed to us 

2) Donuts

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

3) Cookies (Mostly Chocolate Chip and Frosted Sugar)

4) Iced Buns Because Im ½ BRITISH AND I MISS THESE THINGS like crazy

5) Brownies 

April 27th

Summary: It’s the anniversary of the day Jason died, and he shouldn’t spend it alone.

Requested by: Anon

A/N: My poor husband. I love him so much. T-T



    The weather is muggy, too warm to be comfortable even when you’re standing still. Everything feels sticky, and the air isn’t moving at all. It makes Jason’s stomach turn, because it’s that day, and the weather is exactly the way it was, years ago, when he went to Ethiopia alone. Exactly the way it was when Joker had…

    He shoves the door of the apartment building open with more force than is necessary. It slams against the wall with a loud bang that makes him flinch. He glares at it while it swings on its hinges, and then closes it more quietly.

    He makes his way up the stairs, trying to place his feet gently so the noise don’t echo. He wants to be outside, in the open, where he can breathe and the hot air doesn’t seem to be closing in on him, but it’s all too loud out there. Too loud. Too much. Everything is always happening out there. He needs peace.

    He needs her.

    That morning he’d left before the sun rose, before she woke up. He’d left carefully, so he didn’t wake her. Because if she woke up he’d have to talk, and he doesn’t want to hear himself talk today, because if he hears himself he’ll hear how he sounds. So tired and shaky and afraid.

    For the last several hours he’s been wandering around Gotham, trying to get out to the quieter parts of the city. He’s only gotten more worked up as he’s walked. Nothing is helping. Now he’s just hoping he’ll be able to head off the pending panic attack before it happens, or at least have it in the peace of his own apartment.

    He pauses before the door, takes a long deep breath to try and calm down before he gets inside and faces her inevitable questions. After all, she’d told him the night before that she was here for him, any day, but especially today. April 27th. The anniversary of the day he died.

    Would she be mad that he’d left? Probably. She was probably going to snap at him when he got inside. Maybe she wasn’t even there, maybe she’d already left him. She should. He didn’t even know why someone as sweet, kind, precious, and beautiful as her even put up with a mess like him.

    His head swirling with dark thoughts, the heat of the hallway smothering him like the weight of the destroyed building had smothered him as a teenager, he pushes open the door.

    And is struck with a blast of air conditioning.

    Confused, he pauses on the threshold.

    The apartment is cool, almost cold. The air conditioner in the window is blasting, and (Y/N) is wearing a hoodie while she mixes someing in a huge bowl. The apartment smells like brownies, his favorite books are set up neatly on the kitchen table, a blanket fort has been built on the living room couch.

    (Y/N) looks up at him, startled at first, then she smiles. “Aw, Jay, I was hoping the first batch of brownies would be done before you got home!”

    “First batch?” He closes the door behind him, flinching again at the sound.

    Her phone buzzes softly, and she sets the bowl she’s stirring down on the counter to pull it out of her hoodie pocket. “Never mind, they’re done. I hope you like chocolate chunk. I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for.”

    “I’m in the mood for anything with chocolate.” He smiles, walking into the kitchen and getting a little brownie batter from the bowl.

    “I got out your favorite books,” she goes on, slipping on oven mitts and opening the oven, “and I have netflix ready to go if you want to watch something, but I wasn’t sure if you’d want the noise or just quiet time.”

    He watches her, quietly amazed.

    “Or, we can just talk, over brownies.” She turns back and smiles gently at him, holding out one hand.

    He steps forward and lets her gently brush her fingertips across his cheek, then slowly guide him into a quick, chaste kiss.

    “I was so worried about you when you weren’t here. I love you so much, Jay. What do you need?”

    His heart melts, and he wonders if she notices the way his eyes start to water just a little. He feels the knot in his stomach loosen, and the looming panic attack fades into a buzz of anxiety in the back of his mind. He’s not totally fine, but he’s much better than he’s been all day.

    “I just need you, babe…and a few of those brownies for lunch.”

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all south asian girls are so pretty like….. our skin can be dark like freshly baked, delicious brownies or melted, gooey dark chocolate. or it can look paler, like a cream colored cashmere sweater, or like a piping hot vanilla latte. our eyes can be dark brown, like the night, and brighten up like the moon when the sunlight hits them. or our eyes can be hazel, a beautiful combination itself. we can be skinny, or we can be fat. we can be thick n hairy. or, we can shave everything. it doesn’t matter because south asian girls are all so beautiful, and we don’t need white skin or white features to be beautiful.

anonymous asked:

i hate the fact that the only "gay" character were gonna have is a sidekick dumb villain and the worst is the self patting in the back from the studios like,,, stop,,, we dont want it,,

well it won’t be the “only” gay character forever….. I mean,, i think times are gonna have to change eventually. i never expected for disney to come running out of the gate with strong representation in the first place

But i do get the feeling it’ll be like that one time dreamworks was like “yeah we got great representation in the new how to train your dragon film!!! viking man is Confirmed gay!!!!” and then it ended up just being one throwaway line that was incredibly vague. i just hate it when companies do shit like that for brownie points