low frame

me @ myself,,,,,, you failed,,,,,,,, i trusted you and you failed me like this,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i thought you cared,,,,,,,,,, i thought you had my best interest at heart,,,,,,,, where,,,,,,,,,, where is any dirkjake reference in your lastest pic,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, where is it marcia,,,,,,,,,,where is it

(whatever i decided to post it anyway)

(but in much shittier quality than it should be cos if it was full size it would be huge)

(but yeah fun times with limited animation)

I’m Your Girl

Note:I’m sorry I’m late posting this (also if it’s short)! I hope you like it and thank you for the request! .c

Request:  Hi! So I’ve had a few ideas in mind for a Bucky oneshot. I’m thinking that he picks f!reader up from school/dance class/whatever and sees his girl with another guy and gets jealous and goes all Winter Soldier mode on them, like dangerous af and stuff? And maybe reader is used to his ways and just rolls her eyes at him or something in that direction?  - @lilsizzler

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel


The sun was beaming down on you as you walked beside your friend Jonathan. You were smiling from ear to ear, constantly thanking him for helping you these past few weeks with your math class. It was your toughest subject, and with his tutoring, you aced the test. A weight had been lifted off of your shoulders and you could do back-flips if you were sure you wouldn’t break a bone.

Jonathan was the school jock, but he wasn’t the stereotypical type that peoplle usually run into. Well, aside from the playful winks and flirting. It was harmless but you knew that if Bucky heard anything he said to you, he’d be six feet under.

As if you jinxed yourself, you looked up at Jonathan as he slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. “Don’t even worry about it, Y/N!” He said after you thanked him for the millionth time in five minutes. You giggled and lightly shoved him away, rolling your eyes when he feigned fake shock. 

“Wow. Not even a thank you kiss, though?” He joked, puckering his lips at you as he made kissing noises. “Ew, no!” You laughed loudly, shoving his face with your hand. Jonathan stopped dead in his tracks, the sound of his shoes scraped against the concrete, and gasped dramatically. “I’ve never felt so hurt in my life.” He fake sobbed, wiping his cheek as if a tear escaped his eye.

You giggled and covered your mouth with the back of your hand. “You’re a nightmare.” You said through your laughter, waving his behavior off. Jonathan had grown quiet as your giggles came to a stop. His posture had stiffened a bit and he almost looked scared. Almost. He could hold his own and was never afraid of a challenge. So when you noticed his muscles flexing, you turned to see what had him on high alert.

Bucky was speed walking towards you and your friend, his jaw clenched and his metal arm showcased in a tight black shirt, the mechanical piece whirring with anger if it could ever hold an emotion. “Bucky!” You groaned, hardly having the strength to stop him as he shoved past you, already knowing what was about to happen.

He gripped onto the collar of Jonathan’s jersey before he had the chance to fight back. “How dare you try to kiss my girl!?” Bucky yelled in Jonathan’s face, tightening his grip. Jonathan cowered under Bucky’s hold and his eyes glanced towards you, silently begging you for help.

You rolled your eyes at Bucky’s childishness and stepped in between the two, trying to push Bucky away by his abdomen. “He was just playing around! I’d never let that happen!” You shouted, staring right up at Bucky. His eyes remained on Jonathan, shoving him to the ground behind you.

A grunt fell from Jonathan’s lips as he hit the concrete and he scoffed. “Dude, chill.” He stood back to his feet and dusted off the back of his shorts, shaking his head to himself. “Y/N, I’ll see you later.” Jonathan mumbled as he walked away from you. You quickly grasped his arm. “I’m sorry about this.” You apologized before turning your gaze to a fuming Bucky.

If there’s anything he hated other than his past and HYDRA, it was someone else trying to steal you away from him. You’ve dealt with his protective and jealous nature countless times, so much so, it’s become a bit annoying. You just couldn’t believe he would go so far as to physically assault someone-that someone being your friend. 

Jonathan slowly looked between the both of you and smirked. “No need to apologize… sweetheart.” And there it is: the ‘I don’t back down from a challenge’ attitude he possesses. Before you could protest, Bucky bolted towards Jonathan and gripped onto his neck this time. “Call her that again and I’ll fucking end you!” He yelled, tightening his grip on Jonathan’s neck. 

“Bucky! That’s enough!” You pulled him away from Jonathan and he released his grip. “Fucking hell man!” Jonathan rasped, grasping at his neck as his body shook with coughs. “We’re going home.” Bucky looked down at you, his jaw clenched. You gaped at him and actually laughed. You couldn’t believe he did something like this.

Leaving the scene, you gripped your bag tightly on your shoulder as you stomped away from Bucky. You understood why he would be jealous, but it pissed you off how he didn’t trust you. You knew Jonathan would never do anything like that and he knew that you two were just friends. 

Bucky being the overly-jealous boyfriend, of course, didn’t care to realize that. Your lips were pressed together tightly as your thoughts raced around in your mind and you heard Bucky running behind you. He reached out for you but you only walked faster.

“Y/N, stop for a second!” Bucky said, grabbing onto your wrist. You quickly turned to face him, your chest rising and falling at a fast pace. “Honestly, what the hell was that? You choked him! I don’t-why would-do you really not trust me!?” You threw your arms up in the air, shouting so loud you could feel your voice becoming hoarse.

Bucky flinched at your tone and his face contorted with guilt. “Doll, he was making kissing faces at you. And his arm was-” You cut him off with a loud groan of frustration and ran your hands over your face, tilting your head back to look at the clear blue sky. “I cannot believe..” You muttered, shaking your head. 

You looked at Bucky and sighed heavily, figuring it was no use to argue with him. It’d only make matters worse. Bucky waited patiently for you to speak. His head was hanging low and his hair framed his face. The sight of him so vulnerable always made your heart ache. 

“Can you promise me something?” You spoke much softer now, stepping closer to Bucky. He didn’t lift his head, so you used the height difference to your advantage and met his eyes as you touched your chest to his torso. Your head tilted back and a small smile played at his lips as he watched you. He nodded and looked back and forth between your eyes.

“Trust me. Jonathan is just a tutor. He was a friend, but I’m sure you don’t have to worry about that anymore.” You sighed lightly, pursing your lips. Bucky sighed after you and let his hands hold onto your waist. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I just hate knowing that I could lose you so easily.” Bucky said quietly, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours.

You smiled and held him closer, your arms wrapping around his waist. “I told you that would never happen.” Bucky nodded and leaned in more to place his lips against yours. Your eyes closed as you kissed him back, your hands grasping at the material of his shirt. 

Bucky pulled away first and let out a shaky breath, his hands resting on your cheeks now. “Good. Because I plan on keeping you for a while. Forever to be exact.” You giggled and bit your lip. “I’d hope so. You’re stuck with me, old man.” Bucky lightly groaned at the nickname you called him and took your hand in his, leading you down the sidewalk. 

You giggled and swung your hands back and forth. “You’re my girl.” Bucky said with a smile, his teeth showing and his eyes wrinkling. You couldn’t help but let go of what just happened and thank whoever it is in higher power that you got so lucky. 

“I’m your girl.”

Note: so many emotions. i’m overwhelmed. feedback is much appreciated! .c 

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I was going to write “Maximum size of a gif” in the last post but first I accidentally wrote “Maximum size of gay”.

I assure you there’s no size limit to gays. You’re a 10 mb high def gay? That’s fine. 

You’re a blurry, tiny gay? A low frame rate gay? A gay in masterfully enhanced color? A gay with lots of dialogue? A specially-created-for-Tumblr gay? A sad gay? A ship gay?

All those are fine too. 

2

Throwback to before Jimin sold his jams

to jungkook 

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. 

Here’s some kinky ass smut for all you fellow sinners. This time, it’s Mr. Miranda teacher smut! Whoo-hoo.

“Shit shit shit shit SHIT!” You screamed mentally, speed walking through the hall to physics, grabbing your binder out of your bag in preparation for Mr. Miranda’s class.
Having most of your credits completed, you found yourself coming into school only in the afternoons, no one telling you when the schedule was changed and the start time for your two classes was thrown off.
Taking in a deep breath, you managed to turn the handle to the door as quietly as possible, slipping in, right in front of Mr. Miranda- Fuck.
“Glad you’re finally joining us, Ms. Y/L/N.” He smiled sarcastically, murmuring to you just loud enough for the class to hear, hazel eyes never drifting from your fresh excuse from the office as he signed, continuing with his spiel. “The class is in the middle of a test, and since there’s only 12 minutes left in the period, I suggest you come back during the activity period and make it up.”
His eyes met yours, seemingly entertained and thriving from your embarrassment.
“Sure. Can you write me a pass?” You sighed, handing over your school assigned agenda, not bothering to even fake a smile to the hard-ass before you.
He obliged, tongue sticking out slightly as he wrote, those dark brows of his furrowing together.
The next few minutes flew by, your heartbeat slowing and ears cooling as the effects of anger and embarrassment went away.
This was the fourth time that prick had harassed you for being late. If he wasn’t such a total jerk, he might actually be attractive- or so you thought.
Mr. Miranda was a hard-ass in all aspects of teaching, from late policies to homework policies, to how focused he could force the class to be. Always dressed in classic neutrals, often opting for black slacks that fit snugly around his waist with matching shoes, a button down, vest, and some sort of simply-patterned tie- it was as if he created his own uniform.
By sitting in the front row, you were easily able to pluck out all of his features within a week- the long disheveled black hair, perfect, dark angular brows, glimmering brown eyes, dark lips, and a nearly razor sharp jawline when his head tilted a certain way- all fitted into tight slacks… God, why did he have to hate you so much?
Excusing yourself from your activity period, you turned into the dreaded classroom, heart thumping silently as your eyes found themselves on Mr. Miranda.
“Ah, Miss y/l/n, so good to see you!” He grinned, drawing a sharp breath in through his teeth and clasping his hands tight, looking around the mess of papers for your test. He quickly found the desired page and handed it over.
“If you could go take a seat in the back lab, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about before you start.” He added, gesturing at the extra room.
You felt death crawl upon you, dread manifesting itself in your very core and spreading out to your fingertips, a million possibilities flying through your mind in a whirlwind as Mr. Miranda shut the door to the classroom and then the door to the lab, following you in.
You dropped your bag at the edge of one of the tables, taking a seat on a stool, palms sweaty as you set the test in front of you, worried eyes looking to the man looming beside you.
He leaned, hip against the table, a couple feet from you, his arms crossed sturdily like a fortress before him.
“Y/n, are you having difficulties somewhere?” He asked, his tone quite serious as he focused upon you, his bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he raked his teeth over the skin.
“N- No, sir, nothing at all.” You replied, caught a bit off-guard by the question.
“Y/n… Think long and hard about this-” his voice dropped low and his frame hunched over in order to bring his face to your level, “Absolutely nothing has been distracting you during class? Nothing at all?”
His eyes were completely locked with yours, your peripheral vision blurring out as you focused on him and only him, breath hitching in your throat.
“I’m sure. No distractions at all. I’m fine, really.” You bluffed, a breath of nervous laughter escaping.
“Y/n.” He grinned, face now so close to yours that you could feel the hot breath on your skin, your body trembling, ready to go limp at any moment if he so much as touched you. “Every time I look at you, I find your eyes already on me, even when I’m not instructing… always.” He murmured softly, “For the love of all that is holy… Y/n, just say it.” He chuckled lightly, hazel eyes softening as they met yours- something stirring behind the warm color- some sort of wild fear or desperation.
“Say what?” You retorted, completely unsure of his implications.
“Say that… Y'know… You have a crush on me. Find me attractive.” He whispered, a hand reaching to cup your jaw, a thumb rubbing ever-so-slightly over your soft skin.
Seeing him there before you, he was completely cracking and exposing your inner desires- the things your dreamt about, dwelling in your subconscious until now. The depraved thoughts swirled around your mind as you found yourself lurching forward, your plush lips crashing to his with a level of desperation that you never expected.
Feeling the teacher’s fingers glide to the back of your neck as you kissed, the taste of coffee lingering on his lips- something set off an internal alarm. You pulled away as quickly as you leaned in, a crashing wave.
“Mr. Miranda, I-I… I can’t. I can’t do this, I’m sorry.” You stuttered, heaving in a few breaths, attempting to shake off the gravity of what you’d done.
“Y/n… Are you sure? …You know the hard-ass thing is just for show, right? I swear.” He whispered softly, a hand petting your hair, brushing strays out of your face. “Y/n, I know this is wrong, but you’re… A-Amazing. You’re intelligent and gorgeous and incredibly witty and I just… I want to be with you.” He admitted shakily, his eyes venturing to meet yours, anxiously awaiting your reply.
In your mind, you weighed the consequences, choosing whether or not to pursue your explicit daydreams or simply take your test in peace- possibly making things more complicated. Opting for the former, you pressed your lips to his once more, rising slowly off the stool, arms circling around his neck as you felt him reach to loosen his tie. After all, how much damage could you do in 40 minutes?
You felt the charcoal tie fall at your feet, quickly realizing that the next set of motions were those of Mr. Miranda undoing the buttons on his vest, slipping the garment off.
You stepped back, hands gliding down to his chest to unbutton the white dress shirt, leaving his chest exposed. He easily slipped the garment off, throwing it on the next table over.
Your eyes wandered to his shoulders, the surprisingly strong upper arms… the new skin exposed to you for the first time, finding him to have lean muscles, looking more attractive than ever.
“Sweetheart?” He breathed, tilting your chin so you would look up at him.
“Yes, sir?”
“If you strip and sit up on the table for me, I’ll be more than happy to make up for the hell I’ve given you this semester.” He murmured in your ear, bringing goosebumps to your skin as you nodded eagerly, kicking off your shoes and tugging your shirt off simultaneously, hands flying to the clasp of your bra while toeing off your socks, the undergarments dropping to the floor while the older man undid your jeans, slipping them from your hips before you could help, pushing the denim down your legs and propping yourself up on the table.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he dragged you to the edge of the table, his chest pressing against yours, your lips moving slowly together as your back arched, bringing you as close as possible as he tilted you down on the table.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, those hazel eyes looking at you with some real emotion, much to your surprise.
“And you’re very handsome.” You giggled, humming as he kissed down your chest, hands at your breasts, feeling them tenderly before gliding his hands down your sides, fingers hooking into your undies, dragging them down your long legs, which were dangling over the table.
“Wanna lay down for this?” He breathed into your lips, fingertips caressing your sides you leaned in again, wanting so much to kiss him, to be with him like this- feel nothing but the smooth sensation of his kiss, to feel his taste on your tongue.
Pulling away for air, you felt his lips move on your skin. Kisses travelled down your body, thighs quivering as his breath met your core, your legs parting further, his palms pushing your thighs farther apart as he pressed a kiss to your clit, tongue wiggling as he licked it over.
“Y/n, baby… You taste so good… So perfect…” He murmured, continuing to work at your sensitive core.
Tossing your head back, you felt your back arch, a soft moan escaping your lips. You drew in a shaky breath as he continued to kitten-lick at your clit, two fingers slipping their way inside of you-curling so perfectly and picking out a distinct rhythm. A soft whimper left between your slightly-parted lips as your breath picked up.
“Oh, s-shit, Mr. Miranda-” you cut yourself off with a moan as you felt another finger slip in, the man moving his face away as his fingers pumped faster, curling up into you as you squeezed your eyes shut, legs quivering.
“Sweetheart, y/n, look at me, look at me.” He cooed, your eyes fluttering into a half open haze as he worked his fingers as fast he could, “It’s Lin, babe. Wanna try that?” He whispered, the most devilish smirk on his face as you moaned his name, so close to your release.
Suddenly, you felt the absence of his fingers, watching him as he brought them to his lips, licking a long stripe up each one, sucking on each individual digit, tongue swirling. “Fucking wonderful.” He breathed, the sight before you nearly pushing you over the edge.

“Lin…” You breathed, feeling your exposed body quiver, watching his fingers slip away from his mouth, something about the scene being wonderfully intimate despite the circumstances.
“Yes?” He purred, those glimmering hazel eyes never straying from your face.
“You… You have a condom, right?” You asked nervously, sitting up slowly, somewhat shocked by your own words- in disbelief they really just escaped.
Lin seemed taken aback for a minute, his eyes losing the firey glow. “Y/n… Can you stand up for a minute, please?”
You obliged, hands nervously clasped in front of your skin, gaze meeting directly with his shiny black shoes.
“Um, could you look at me, please?” He breathed, sounding a bit shaky as he lifted his fingers to your jaw, helping tilt your head to look into his eyes.
“Y/n, I don’t want to pressure you into anything, really… Are you sure that’s what you want?” He questioned softly.
In reply, you pressed your lips to his for an instant, pulling back and nodding profusely.
“I want this more than anything.” You whispered, daring to smile a bit as he pulled you in once more, bare chests pressed together in the tender kiss, his lips moving slowly, caressing yours and bringing butterflies to your stomach.
“I’ll stop anytime you say, seriously.” He mumbled into your lips, fingers fumbling with his belt before he let the slacks drop, kicking them away along with his shoes and socks.
You let out a soft gasp, seeing the bulge in the man’s black briefs. Looking him over once before being pulled back into another kiss, you found this one more passionate than the last. Your fingers dared to caress the outline of his erection, palming him through the material as he moaned into your mouth- vibrations radiating throughout your body.
Soon enough, you let your hands venture to his waistband, slipping fingers beneath them and slipping the fabric off, still in a heavy kiss.
When you stepped away, you could see his erection fully, nearly slapping his stomach in anticipation, precum dripping from the tip in preparation.
“Can I… Um, taste?” You asked breathlessly, blushing softly as he nodded, watching you drop to your knees before him.
Wrapping your hand around his cock, you gave a few slow pumps, breath teasing his tip before you kitten-licked at the head, lapping up the salty precum, swallowing every last drop before taking him into your mouth.
One hand still working slowly, you slipped the sensitive head into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and pulling your lips taut as you sucked, feeling his strong fingers grip at your hair- his breath becoming heavy. Pulling back, you gave a final lick before smiling up at the man innocently.
“You taste amazing, sir.” You breathed, rising once more and balancing on your toes to reach up and press your lips to his once more, the kiss heated and exciting as his fingers looped in your now-somewhat-tangled hair once more, pulling your head back.
“Aw, sugar, you looked so hot sucking me off.” He moaned, teasing his bottom lip between his teeth. “Are you ready for this?”
Nodding yes, you leaned against the table, worrying your bottom lip as your watched Lin grab the small package from his pants pocket, ripping open the packaging and rolling on the protection- standing in front of you, fingers running softly over the skin on your sides, his breath warm as he grinned at you, seeing the small smile on your face.
“And you’re sure about this?” He asked once more, his face only inches from yours.
Running your fingers through the messy black hair you smiled, humming out a ‘positive’ and giving a small kiss to the tip of his nose- something that required the effort of standing on your tippy-toes, eliciting a sound akin to a giggle from the older man.
You made your way to sit on the table again, Lin’s grip preventing you from doing so, keeping you pressed against him in a wonderful kiss, his tongue perfectly teasing yours, your shared taste quickly becoming your new favorite flavor.
“I’d like to try something, if you don’t mind.” He panted, breaking the intense embrace you were in.
You watched as he sat on the table, inviting you up as you hovered above his lap, his arms around you tight as he left a trail of soft kisses all around your neck and collarbones, causing your heart to flutter softly.
“Are you ready?” He smirked, something so reassuring hiding behind the streaks of his eyes.
Nodding, you could feel him align himself with your slit, your hips dropping in order to help him along, letting out a strangled moan as you sank, feeling him fill you up completely, his arms still wrapped around you tight. You felt his hot breath on your skin, kisses planted on your chest.
Your head crashed to his shoulder while you adjusted, breathing deeply while you took him all in, moving and pressing a soft kiss to his jaw before sitting back upright.
Moving slowly, you rolled your hips up and down, feeling exactly how sensitive your insides were as you bounced, letting out a small whimper every now and then, feeling his nails dig into your back.
“Oh… Shit!” You squealed, feeling his hips snap up in time with your rolls, your eyes squeezing shut tightly.
Drawing your knees flush against his thighs, you moaned softly, gaining greater control over your movements, able to work faster, hips forming a steady rhythm. Your name escaped Lin’s lips in breathy moans, sending chills up your spine as he gripped at your hips, helping push you down onto his length.
“Damn, y/n, you feel so fucking good-” he panted, his pace increasing as his hips bounced up, throwing off your rhythm and bringing you a strange sense of pleasure, the sounds of your activity and your combined moans filled the room, like some sort of explicit symphony.
“Oh, shit, shit, shit, Mr. Lin- I can’t- I’m gonna cum.” You squealed, hips moving rapidly of their own accord as your eyes squeezed shut, head flying back as you groaned.
“Cum for me, Baby, I wanna feel you let go.” Lin groaned, leaning his head down to tease your breast with his teeth.
You felt yourself letting out a breathy moan in the form of your lover’s name as you came, nails raking the skin on his shoulders and upper arms.
He continued to rock up into you, your moans stifled as you sank your head into the crook of his neck, squealing softly as you felt your walls clench around his cock, his thrusts now working at your ultra-sensitive walls.
“Oh, fuck, Lin, you feel so good.” You panted, pressing kisses to the sweat-slicked skin on his neck.
Within an instant his hips had picked up pace, losing all rhythm as his nails dug into your hips, forcing you down- surely leaving marks as he finished, spilling into the condom, slowly rocking his hips up to ride out his high.
His arms slipped around your supple waist, your face still buried in his shoulder as he leaned back, falling into the cool surface of the lab table, eyes closed in pure bliss as he regained his composure, arms still wrapped about you as your chests pressed together, hot and somewhat sticky from sweat.
You slipped away from him, rolling over and collapsing at his side, feeling the cool air hit your skin as you sighed. Feeling Lin’s hand brush against yours at your side, you slipped your palm into his easily, twining your fingers together.
Feeling a smile creep across your face, you tilted your head to find a matching expression on your teacher.
“That was amazing.” You whispered, running your thumb along the skin of his hand, truly feeling the intimacy of the moment.
“You’re amazing.” He grinned, giving a tiny squeeze to your hand before tilting forward to give you a sweet kiss.
Soon enough the two of you had to get around, slipping off the table and putting yourselves back together, going so far as to knot Lin’s tie for him.
“Don’t worry about the test.” He smiled softly as your fingers moved to the charcoal fabric, looping it around his neck.
“No, it’s alright, I’ll take it.” You chuckled softly, smiling up into his beautiful brown eyes, feeling his fingers untangle and smooth your hair.
“Y/n…” He breathed, bringing you to attention as your eyes met his, “I really meant it… You’re amazing- and absolutely wonderful, and completely beautiful and just- I really like you.”
Feeling yourself blush, a small smile tugged at your lips, moving a hand to his shoulder.
“I find myself quite enamored with you, too, Lin.” You whispered, the two of you sharing one last tender kiss before the bell rang.

Maria

/indoor, candid, film, Kodak TMax 100 - shooting indoors with natural light and an 100 ISO film, without a tripod - with a nice low-key result, mainly thanks to the stunning model :-)

Picky Princess *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Originally posted by mebeingbored1

Summary: Yourself and Bucky have a daughter. He spends a whole two days, alone, with her; much needed dad time. He figures out how picky of an eater she is, so he takes upon himself to have her taste all the foods he loves, - Prompt inspired by a video my uncle sent his brother, my dad. If you use this, tag for credit. 
Warnings: Bucky being a really sweet dad
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers
A/N: if use this prompt, please tag me, mostly for the fact I love this and would see other people take on this type of thing.- Ro


“Okay, the number for the doctor is on the refrigerator and if you need help, her usual babysitter, Daisy, the number is on-” You’re cut off by a pair of soft lips pressing against yours, you exhaled through your nose and kissed back. A little hand tapped against your cheek causing you to break away from your husband, smiling at the small girl in his arms. “You gonna be good whilst I’m gone?”

Becky nodded her head with a little pout. She didn’t like when either of you left, instead, she grabbed your hand and with her little strength pulled you to her and Bucky; a silent demand for you to stay. You let out a gentle sigh, looking from your daughter to your husband, who wore the same pout; proving to you that she is her father’s mini me. You kissed her cheek lightly, squeezing her hand before letting go and she let out a little whimper, you looked at Bucky who started to bounce the girl lightly and kissed your cheek.

“I’ve got everything under control, Y/N, we’re gonna be fine.” Bucky attempted at lessening your worries but truth is, this was the first time since Becky being born that Bucy would look after her alone. Completely alone. No, Steve or you, not even Nat. It was needed, he wanted to bond with Rebecca, although Bucky is single handily her favourite person, ever. He felt like he needed more… her and him time. 

And you were more than happy to accept a mission, having not been on the actual field in a while.

“Be good,” Bucky rolled his eyes as you walked to the front door, “I’m talking to you Mr Barnes, look after our daughter and the house.” He nodded, stealing one more kiss from you before you let out a little sad sigh and leaving out the door and softly shutting it.

Bucky strode to the window that looked out to the porch, pointing with his metal hand out of the window. Your daughter perked up, watching as you placed the duffel in uncle Steve’s car that would be driving you to the base for the mission you were going on. Steve from the driver’s seat was pulling funny faces at Rebecca, she giggled and waved, poking her tongue out but her happiness was short-lived when you waved and got into the car: driving down the dirt road of the driveway and out of sight.

“Just you and me now, doll.” Bucky sighed and placed Rebecca on the floor, she made a huffing sound before marching away and going straight to the front door, he chuckled and followed her, “where are you going?”

“With mummy,” she stated like it was obvious.

He crossed his arms as he watched his little human try to reach for the door handle leading outside. “C’mon, don’t you want to spend time with your old man?” He asked, pouting a little at the determination his daughter had for wanting to leave and not spend time with him.

It was the first time, in a long time, that he was able to spend time with just her. He had been the one to go off on missions, leaving you to care for Becky, and he tried to be around as much as possible but being an Avenger was… almost, equally, as difficult. He watched as Becky turned around, setting her little hands on her hips; something you do when Bucky says something stupid.

“I think, my little Binky, has forgotten how I’m the fun parent.” He grinned as she dead-panned stared back at him, slowly blinking in response. He’d seen that look before, on himself, when he was the Winter Soldier. “Fine, I’ll eat the ice cream on my own.” He dramatically sighed and strolled off to the kitchen.

The little patter of feet following behind made Bucky chuckle. He opened the freezer and pulled out the tub of chocolate ice cream, grabbing two spoons but only showing one, he swiftly turned around and noted his daughter watching him from the kitchen door. He sat on a stool, opening the lid and dipping the spoon in, sighing softly.

“Now, if only there was a girl to share all this ice cream with,” he said loudly, “I, possibly, cannot eat all this ice cream alone. But alas, I have no one, thus this spoon will be useless and unused.” He held the other spoon and placed it on the counter beside him, looking out of the corner of his eye to see his daughter no longer by the door, he frowned gently.

He felt a tug at his jeans, looking down he watched as his daughter, tried to climb into his lap. Huffing, she looked up and made grabby hands for him. He picked her up and settled her on his lap, watching as her small arms pulled the cold tub closer to the edge and using his spoon to eat ice cream. He wrapped his human arm around her middle, pulling her to his chest and resting his chin on her head. Becky would lift the spoon, offering a mouthful to Bucky, which he graciously accepted.

After the lunchtime ice cream, Bucky let Becky go off and play in her room, occasionally peeking in to see her having a tea party. He was sat watching tv when he heard his name being called from upstairs, he frowned and went to his daughter’s room, where she sat at her little Disney table. She nodded to the seat opposite her, sipping the imaginary tea from her little plastic tea cup. Bucky raised an eyebrow but pulled the chair out, questioning how he’d fit and sit on the chair, he did it anyway. His knees up against his chest, looking at his daughter with curiousness and confusion.

“It’s almost dinner,” Becky simply states and he nods once. “I don’t like vegetables or beans, I don’t like ketchup and I hate peas!”

Bucky eyebrows furrowed, “Sweetie, peas are a vegetable.”

“I’m not done talking,” Becky sighed lightly. “I just want nuggets, exactly six with some curly potato things!” She smiled happily, a little dimple forming on her left cheek as she grins at her dad. How could he resist that smile, it’s how he fell for you, and now he gets it double from her too.

Bucky knew she was a picky eater, picky princess, is her nickname from Steve and Tony. Bucky couldn’t blame her, she just likes things a certain way. What he hadn’t noted that in the five years she had grown progressively worse with food.

“Who are these guys?” Bucky asked looking at the stuffed bears and Barbies all in their own chairs. “Wait, I remember this guy. Dum Dum, good to see you, again.” He shook the short, light brown teddies paw, bowler hat settled on its head.

Becky giggled, “This is Barbie,” she nods to the blonde doll beside her. “That’s Stebe,” she pats the head of the build-a-bear Captain America, “and this is Mr Piggles, he’s very sensitive about his looks.” It was a tattered looking pig teddy, one eye missing and two legs were gone. Bucky nodded, smiling as he had conversations with Becky’s toys.

When dinner came around, Becky watched him like a hawk; making sure he didn’t pull any of mummy’s funny business. He had to sort this out, fast. She had to experience food, good food, and he’d be the one to do it.

“Hey, tomorrow wanna come with me to the store?” Bucky asked as they sat at the dining table, she had Bucky cut up her nuggets for her, well he insisted.

“Okie dokie!” Becky nodded with a smile, he grinned as she ate her dinner whilst telling him about school, her teachers and classmates. How she did a painting of a butterfly that’s hung up at the front of the class, telling him that her friend, Jess, has a treehouse and all the kids go over there to see it. She made a face when he agreed to make one with Sam and Steve.

After dinner and a quick tidy up around the house, Bucky and Becky sat down to watch tv in your bedroom. It was some a Disney movie, a classic that Becky, insisted her dad watched. Big Hero 6, Becky hugged her dad through his tears of utter sadness and astonishment the entire movie. After the movie, it was time for her bedtime, it was her bedtime an hour ago but the movie was too intense to just stop and carry on tomorrow.

“Night night, princess.” Bucky kissed his daughter after tucking her in.

He laid in his own bed, halfway between sleep and awake. He never slept that well when you were apart, he always felt safer and relaxed beside you. He heard the small steps outside the door, it being pushed open and the hallway light shining through into the room, he watched as Becky walked around to his side and pinched his human arm to wake him up.

“I thought you were sleeping?” He asked as he sat up, turning the bedside lamp on.

“I was but,” Becky sighed. “Hydra are in my room!” Bucky’s heart drops and starts beating faster, he quickly gets up, reaching under his side of the bed for the gun and he knelt beside her.

He held her face gently, “I want you to stay right here. Got it? Don’t come outta this room till you hear me!” Becky frowned and nodded, watching as he dad got up and stalked out of the room to her own. He was shaking with adrenaline, the thought of Hydra being so close to his daughter. Possibly waking her up and forcing her to go to her dad, as some messenger. 

He pushed the door open, the pink and yellow room illuminated by her nightlight, no sign of Hydra henchmen. He checked behind the door but nothing, his eyes flickering everywhere, maybe they want to another room to ambush him from behind. He turned fast, only Becky stood in the doorway.

“What’s going on Rebecca?” He asked voice a little rough and stern, something he didn’t want to be with her.

He watched as she fiddled with her night shirt, Iron Man pj set. “Hydra are under the bed,” she pointed to her low framed bed and Bucky frowned. “Mum, says Hydra are monsters and are the ones who hurt you. I don’t want them hurting me too,” He sighed as it clicked. “Mum usually takes care of them, even when you’re home, said that the monsters really hurt you; so she deals with them for us.”

In her little mind, Hydra is just monsters. Things that hide under her bed, lurk in the dark and something mummy has to ‘fight’ every night to leave her room. He nods for her to go back to his bedroom, she nods once and looking over her shoulder as Bucky, turns around and fake telling off ‘Hydra’. After a few minutes he walked back into his bedroom, seeing Becky laying on his side, he doesn’t question her picky behaviour as he shuffles into your side of the bed. Turning to lay on his side and look at his daughter, who did the same.

“I like your side of the bed because it’s further away from the door,” Becky mumbles, holding her teddy pig close to herself.

“I’m not gonna let any monster, including Hydra, hurt you.” He whispered to her and she nodded sleepily, he pulled her little body to him and kissed her head, letting her drift to sleep peacefully as he held her till morning.

*Next day- Shopping*

“Can we get cookies?” Becky asked holding her dad’s hand already steering him in the direction of the cookie aisle. He allowed her to lead him to the aisle she loved, pointing to her favourite in a very, cute demanding way. After getting her the cookies, he led her to her most hated aisle. Fruit and vegetables.

Becky had a disgusted face at every food Bucky picked up. Plums, peaches, strawberries and even bananas, and she told Bucky of her displeasure at being in the aisle. Even promptly tried to walk away.

“Why did you buy so much fruit?” Becky asked, “And broccoli?”

Bucky chuckled, causing his little girl to frown even more, not liking his smile as he checked out and carried her plus the bags to the car. “Carrots are a vegetable, not a fruit.”

Back at home, Bucky sat Becky on a stool, a massive grin on his face as he looks at his daughter who was already looking through the grocery bags for her cookies. The bag was taken away, Bucky giving her a stern look.

“I got all this food, my favourite food because Rebecca, today you aren’t going to be a picky princess.” He tells her and she crosses her arms, pouting in response. “Any time you try a piece of new food, you get a cookie!” That perked her interest.

Thus started Bucky to cook some broccoli, carrot and various other vegetables. Becky sat on her stool with her face scrunched, not liking the smell of the veggies cooking on the stove. She stuck out her bottom lip when Bucky brought out plums, grabbing one for himself he held one out for her, biting into his favourite fruit.

She held the purple fruit in her tiny hand, letting out a nervous breath she took a small bite and chewed slowly. Bucky was already halfway done when Becky made a disgusted face. It was too bitter and sweet, at the same time, for her to enjoy it. She placed the plum down.

“No, thank you.” She pushed the plums away, Bucky sighed and gave her a cookie for trying, eating the rest of her plum.

“Okay, we’ll give plums another go in five years,” Bucky sighed as Becky frowned. “Our taste buds change throughout our lives, Becky, today you may like chocolate but at my age, you may hate it.”

“I hope I die before I hate chocolate.” She told him seriously.

It was a long, aggravating journey of trying foods. So, far, she hated every orange food; carrots, oranges and sweet potatoes. Hated bananas, although, she liked grapes and broccoli. She refused to eat sprouts, simply just from the smell alone, he didn’t force her because he hates them too. A lot of cooked meats, shaped as various animals; turkey dinosaurs becoming her favourite.

“Just try one, one more,” Bucky pleaded as Becky shakes her head, keeping her mouth closed. “Steve likes them,” he grins and she shakes her head, he sighed holding the strawberry. “People usually have these dipped in chocolate,” he offered and Becky shrugged. Watching as he dad got the chocolate sauce, covering the strawberry and handing it to his daughter.

When you arrive back home, Sam and Steve in tow, insisting they wanted to see Becky before heading back to their own homes. You opened the door, not expecting to see Becky and Bucky in the kitchen, both eating strawberries and vanilla ice cream; various other foods, all foods in which Becky hates, well used to are around the counters.

“Mummy,” she yelled and ran over to you, you giggled and got down bringing her into a hug. Sam and Steve walked over to Bucky, congratulating him on keeping both him and his daughter alive whilst you were gone. “You’re early!” You chuckled at your five-year-old.

“What’s with all the fruit and veggies?” You asked, allowing her two uncles to give her attention.

“I decided to solve her picky eating problem,” Bucky shrugs and sets about cleaning, you raised your eyebrows. “I mean, she doesn’t like all vegetables but broccoli is now on her list, so is a lot of fruit.”

You chuckled a little, “I knew you’d be fine but I didn’t expect that.” You grinned, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him lightly and Bucky smiled and kissed back. A little cough made him pull back, Sam and Steve giving disgust faces, your daughter sat on the floor grinning as she told Steve about her day; she was completely infatuated with him, it was adorable.

After the guys saying their last goodbyes to Becky, you and Bucky, you turned and listened to Becky tell you how much fun she had. How Bucky played tea parties with her, watched movies and fought Hydra for her, you smiled as she told you that he brought her cookies and she ate everything but didn’t like a lot of it. You sat on the end of her bed, listening to talk and talk. She eventually talked herself into tiredness, falling asleep mid sentence.

“I think, I want to stay home a lot more,” Bucky announced as you both got into bed, you looked over at him with slightly wide eyes. “Just…I feel like I miss out on so much of her life, you know? And I want to make a treehouse,” you frowned again.

“A treehouse?”

“That’s not the point,” he sighed, “Just-I don’t know, I love what I-we-do and I could fight alongside Steve till the day I die but… these two days, I realised, I kinda just want to fight imaginary monsters for her and deal with a picky princess than a nit-picky Captain America.” His confession made you silent but you nodded with a little smile. “Is that mad?”

“No, it’s called being a dad.” You tell him, “and she get’s her picky tendencies from you, you’re as stubborn as mule.” He laughed silently and nodded in agreement.

You both fell into comfortable silence, softly breathing and not talking, you’d have to talk to Steve about what Bucky said in the morning. Arrange for someone to take over his missions, you wouldn’t mind going out and being on the field more: you missed fighting alongside Natasha.

In the morning, you look over as Bucky makes pancakes, Becky not even awake yet. You sipped your morning tea, going over what he had said last night. Steve was already round, Sam with him, both stopping by for breakfast after their morning jogging session.

“You sure about this Buck?” Steve asked sipping his coffee, looking at the back of his best friends head.

Bucky chuckled, “Yeah. Completely sure,” he looked over his shoulder with a little shrug.

“Wait, you’d rather do school drop offs and play dates than kick ass with me?” Sam asked in mock offence making you all laugh. “Two days alone and she got ya hooked,” Sam chided.

Becky stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing her tired eyes and yawning, still in her Avengers pj’s. Her tiredness easily going when she see’s both Steve and Sam, running up and hugging both of them a morning.

“Rebecca, dad is gonna be dropping and picking you up from school,” you inform Becky as she is settled on a stool beside Steve. “He’s gonna be staying at home a lot more, as I go to work with aunty Natasha.” Everyone watches as Becky lets this news settle in.

Becky grins, turning to look at Bucky who smiles back. “Really?” He nods, she giggles with excitement, “I can’t wait to show you around my school!” You glance as Bucky grins, almost as excited as she is over that.

You sit down as Bucky plates up everyone’s pancakes, holding out whip cream and strawberries, plus other berries for everyone. He sits on the stool beside Becky, grabbing the can of whip cream and aiming it at her pancakes, she shields her golden circles with her hands. A deep frown on her face, almost angry.

“I don’t like whip cream.” Pulling her plate more towards Steve direction, making sure her pancakes are safe from any more food she hates. “Or blueberries, no more fruit.”

(So, I kinda went off track. It’s been a while since I’ve written for Marvel, sorry if this all just dribble. Let me know what you think. Also, may have used my nickname for my cousin Becky, I call her Binky sometimes. - Rosalee)


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Hmm, I don't know why people say :Re isn't a tragedy. For me, is a tragedy, not same TG OG was, but still. You think the same? :Re isn't a tragedy for you? Now, I think Comedy and Tragedy are complementing each other, so this is the result.

This was a point brought up in discussion by Charade @hysyartmaskstudio a long time ago but I think it’s a good one. Let’s pretend for a moment that Tokyo Ghoul isn’t written by some faceless guy known only as Ishida-sensei, and instead imagine the piece itself without the author behind it.

In that case, why exactly is Tokyo Ghoul a tragedy? Is it because it ends with a lot of character death, but not much having changed in the world at large because of it? Is it because it’s a story where a lot of sad things happen? I think to make it simple as possible, ignoring Aristotle’s Poetics and what a classic greek tragedy would be in comparison to modern tragedy, the reason why Tokyo Ghoul is considered a tragedy is because in the first chapter Kaneki Ken tells you that his life is a tragedy.

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