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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Epilogue

A/N: *sobs hysterically* Here it is you guys! The final chapter of the Delta series! 😭 😭 I hope you guys like this ending as it’s super fluffy and I may or may not have cried like a littl baby while writing it!! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️


One Year Later

Bucky let out a low groan as he opened his eyes. The room was dimly lit with the exception of the bright streaks of sunlight coming through the blinds. Ugh, he was not a morning person at all. Rubbing his hand along his jaw, he tensed when he felt the small bruise forming under neath his jawline. Immediately, he was reminded of your slumbering self lying next to him. 

He carefully turned onto his side, propping himself up on the pillow beneath him. As creepy as it sounded, he loved watching you sleep. It was literally his favorite pass time whenever he wasn’t running around on missions and saving the world. He made sure you knew that you were the foundation of this family, the most important aspect of his life and he’d do anything to make you happy, even if it was only for a second. 

“This isn’t twilight, alpha,” you murmured, peering up at him with half lidded eyes. “Watching me sleep is giving me the heebie jeebies.” 

Bucky let out a small chuckle and bent downwards, pressing a small kiss on your lips. You craned your neck higher, forcing your lips onto his with much more force. He moaned at your eagerness and in one move, he flipped you on top of him, resting you onto his lap. 

“Don’t act like you don’t like it, doll,” he says, his voice still rough from the slumber he was just in. His bottom lip stuck out slightly as he ran his tongue along his pink flesh. You let out a small whine. 

“Alpha,” you cried, scooting closer to him. Your legs swiftly straddled his waist, with your hands on his shoulders. “Don’t tease me.”

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes set on yours. This was one of the many things you loved about him, how he could completely undo you with just a simple gesture and a simple look. He had so much power over you, and vice versa. Maybe you both really were soulmates.

The small sleeping gown you wore clung tightly around your body, showing off every curve on your body. Bucky got it for you for your anniversary this year and insisted you wear it every night to bed. Of course, that lead to a numerous amount of naughtiness each night. 

The team was honestly surprised that after a year, the two of you were still in your honeymoon phase. You always told them it was due to the fact that you had an amazing husband that gave you two amazing little children. 

Bucky’s hands slithered around your body, slowly hitching the end of the night gown higher and higher, until his hands were rested on your breasts. He gently began kneading them, his eyes watching yours for your reaction. 

Your eyes closed, your head falling back as he worked you. Man, the things he could do with his hands. 

“Oh, honey…” he inhaled sharply. You opened your eyes, looking down at the brown haired man in confusion. Immediately, you felt yourself growing red with embarrassment. 

The bit of the night gown that covered your breasts was completely soaked through. And by soaked, it was practically transparent now that you got a better look. You had been nursing the twins for over a year now, so it was bound to happen every once in a while, but you figured your body would magically stop one day. But to your dismay, that wasn’t the case at the moment. 

You could see the small trails of milky liquid traveling down Bucky’s wrists, past his forearms, and down his elbows. With a gasp, you pulled away from him, covering yourself hastily. 

“I-I’m sorry!” you cried, reaching over to the night stand and grabbing the box of tissues. You plucked one out and turned to him. You reached forward to wipe his arms, but was immediately cut off by his lips crashing against yours. 

The tissues in your hand dropped onto the mattress as Bucky kissed you fiercely. His metal hand wrapped around your back and pulled you close to him, which lead you to straddling his lap once again. He pulled away from you, taking in the sight of your blissed out face. 

“Don’t. Apologize. I. Love. All. Of. You.” he says as he plants soft kisses all over your face. You felt your heart swell with love as he placed a final kiss upon your lips. His hands were cupping your face lovingly as he stared down at you. 

“Bucky, it’s still gross though.” you murmured, covering your chest with your arms. 

“Y/N,” he says softly. He reached forward and wrapped his hands around your wrists, pulling them away from your chest. “There’s nothing gross about it.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. That was easy for him to say, he was a male! You barely could look yourself in the mirror without clothes now ever since you had the twins. 

“Besides,” he says huskily, his hands travelling to your back, gently pushing you closer to him so his face his resting onto your soft skin. 

I’ve always wanted to try delta’s milk.” 

Your eyes nearly shot out of your head at his confession. Was he okay right now? That was just something that people didn’t really do, however, you knew your husband and Bucky never lied to you. Especially when it came to bedroom talk and all. 

You felt his breaths hit your skin, creating goosebumps along the flesh. He pressed a small kiss to your collarbones, traveling all the way down until his lips reached the curve of your breast. You shivered into his touch. 

Bucky’s lips connected with your left nipple, his tongue circling it slowly. You let out a small moan, arching your back into his mouth. You knew this should be wrong, but it felt so good, you didn’t care anymore. 

With a small smile on his lips, he gave a gentle suck, surprising you both. Your hands instantly tangled themselves in his locks, tugging on them gently. This earned you a small, husky moan from him. 

“F-Fuck, alpha,” you whimpered, grinding your hips onto his. “That feels so good.”

He sucked harder, taking your whole nipple into his mouth. Sucking on your sensitive nub. He hummed deeply, sending a wave of vibrations throughout your chest. Never in a million years did you see this happening, you always figured men hated this, but here you were. And you’d be a liar if you said you weren’t enjoying yourself. 

He growled, burying his face deeper into your chest. You grinded your hips down faster, placing one of your hands onto his thigh for support. 

“Jesus, you taste so fuckin’ sweet, baby,” he groaned after pulling away from your breast and switching to the other one. 

You let out a cry as he sucked harder this time, dragging his teeth against your sensitive nub. You made a mental note to make this a morning routine from now on. His mouth could make you crumble in just a few short seconds.

But just as things were getting good, the sounds of high pitched cries caused the two of you to freeze. 

Somehow, Bucky had this little magical talent which allowed him to instantly recognize which baby it was. When he peered over your shoulder, his eyes squinted with focus, you figured he must’ve lost his talent somehow. 

“Noah?” you ask, dipping your nose into his neck and inhaling softly. 

He shook his head, smiling once he recognized the sound. 

“Nope,” he replied, dramatically popping the “p” and playfully rolling over on top of you. “It’s Isabel.” He placed a quick, passionate kiss onto your lips before getting out of bed completely and making his way into the kid’s room. 

You sighed, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. 

This was your life now. You lived in an amazing apartment a couple blocks away from Stark tower, with your amazing husband, Bucky and your precious little son and daughter, Noah and Isabel.

If you would have asked yourself a year ago where you thought you would end be by now, the old Y/N would’ve probably said something along the lines of being in a house full of cats and watching the Twilight series every night. 

But this? This would never have crossed your mind. Not one bit. And you loved your life now. Especially with Bucky in it. 

The sounds of Bucky laughing, followed by two pairs of giggles pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked up just in time to see him carrying your two little babies in his arms. 

Noah squealed with excitement as soon as he caught a glimpse of you, while Isabel (who’s always been a daddy’s girl) clung to Bucky’s shirt with her tiny hands. 

Noah crawled over to you, his blue eyes wide with excitement. You scooped him up into your arms and cradled his little body to your chest. 

“Hey baby cakes,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to his chubby cheeks. He giggled and flailed his hands in the air as you did so. 

The bed dipped as Bucky sat next to you, Isabel still clinging to her father’s shirt with all her might. She looked up at him, her eyebrows furrowed with frustration as he tried to pry her away from his collar. She let out a small little growl and placed her forehead onto his chest. 

“I think this one’s gonna be an alpha, doll.” he chuckled, looking over at you. 

Noah, however, took your face in his two hands and planted a small, slobbery kiss onto your cheek. You giggled as he pulled away. 

“And I have a feeling this one is an Omega,” you replied, taking his little hand into yours. 

Bucky leaned over, planting a kiss onto your cheek. 

“To the moon and back, right doll?” he asks, his blue eyes staring into yours, this time with pure love and admiration. 

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with love for the second time that morning. 

“To the moon and back, Bucky.” 


-FIN!   😭 😭

I just want to give a special thanks to all the lovely people who have stuck with me throughout the entire series and supported me through it! (also staying with me through my craziness lol!) I’m so sad this is ending omggggg ❤️ ❤️

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  • Me: *watching a new show/movie/ playing new game*
  • Brain: I bet people ship them
  • Me: Nah...
  • Me: ...
  • Me: *searches the ship up on google to find loads of fanart of the two*
  • Brain: You ship it right??
  • Me: I don't ship it, I'm just looking
  • Me: I don't ship it, I'm just looking
  • Me: ...
  • Me: ...
  • Brain: Oh stop lying to your self, you ship it.
  • Me: ...
  • Me: *searches up ship name and follows loads of blogs on tumblr of the ship*

I’m done being the friend you only talk to when it is convenient for you. When you’re bored, or need a self esteem boost, or whatever it is this week. If you can’t be there for me, when I need you too, as a friendship is supposed to be like. I DON’T WANT YOU AROUND!

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You’re either a Sammy girl or secretly a Sammy girl if you say you’re not your just lying to your self

anonymous asked:

Do you think you show your true personality online or do you tend to put on a "front" or hide your true self?

I’m authentic online. Lying doesn’t sit well with me. That’s why I come off as an asshole sometimes; I’d rather tell the unpleasant truth and keep my integrity than be a sweet-talking phony. I want to be someone people can trust.

The only semblance of a front I put up is in regard to my mood. For example, if I’m depressed, or anxious, or feeling shitty, I’m not going to show it in my vlogs. I’m going to put on my big girl panties and deliver personality, because you guys deserve that. There was a period when filming was difficult for me because Cliff’s condition was so bad. We were both stressed, I wasn’t sleeping, my anxiety was at its worst, and Cliff needed me a lot. I had to cancel a few vlogs; people complained, and God did that piss me off. But when it came time to film, I pulled myself together. Quality content is important to me, and moping on camera isn’t my style.

The Cuddle King/ Crankgameplays x Reader

This was requested @canklegankle !! Hope you


You have been extremely stressed out lately, between everything that has been going on. It has been really getting to you. Everyone has been asking you if your ok and everything, you keep lying saying your fine nothing’s wrong everything fine. You couldn’t keep lying to your self, it hurt now. You fell down on your bed crying, sobbing your heart out. You needed a cry, to let out all this pain your having in you heart. While you where crying you didn’t hear your door open, nor did you feel yourself being picked up and hold against someone’s warm chest. “Y/N what’s wrong are you ok?” Your blue haired boyfriend Ethan asked, pulling you closer to him. “N-No…Im so stressed Ethan!! I-I can’t keep lying to you and everyone!!” You said crying even louder into his chest. “Hey, Hey. It’s ok Y/N. I’m here now, I want let you go, I’m here.” Ethan said rubbing circles on your back in a comforting way. You cried and cried on to Ethan’s shirt, feeling like you soaked his entire shirt. “E-Ethan, I’m sorry I-” “No Y/N I’m here for you! Don’t get stressed over anything cause I’m here to help you, every step of the way! I promise!” Ethan said pulling you chin to meet his eyes. “Thank you Ethan, I love you so much.” You said blushing and hugging him. “I love you too Y/N, and if you EVER get stressed again, I’ll give you stress free cuddles!” Ethan said pulling you closer. You giggled at his response and hugged back. “Can I have one of those stress free cuddles now?” Ethan beamed with happiness. “Why yes you may!!” He said pulling you down on his chest to snuggle. You laughed and snuggled close to Ethan, feeling all of your stress just melting away. Ethan to you was the KING OF CUDDLES!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Self care is lying facedown in the kitchen while your beloved cooks breakfast and you’re singing “crepe me,” a parody of that one problematic Nirvana song, remarking that the linoleum smells like weed and it’s probably coming from the people downstairs

dogrna  asked:

zenny's just a little scary!! ;; ~ ;

I feel like he’s one of those people who has the patience of a saint but also doesn’t take certain things lying down… and, if only in self defence, will kick your fucking ass (maybe a little harder than usual if you really pissed him off).

STOP RIGHT NOW!

I have friends who are writers (and, yes, this applies to artists.  Yet I swear writers take this to the 1,000th degree far more than any artist)

Anxiety and self doubt are the lying assholes that tell you your writing isn’t any good.

STOP IT!!

you ARE a fabulous writer!!

YOU ARE A FABULOUS WRITER!!

Look, when I was young, the church we used to attend put a lot of emphasis on humility and not being prideful.  My personality is one that naturally tries to please others.  I was also really shy and really anxious about doing the wrong thing.  All of those things, combined, convinced me that appreciating my own skill was bad.

Now, to be clear, the fault was NOT in my upbringing.  It was all in my own head.  I was so anxious about evil!Pride that I couldn’t even consider that there is a good sort of pride too!

From a faith perspective, writing is a gift.  Why would that gift be given if we weren’t meant to indulge it?  And you cannot indulge something and NOT have pride in that thing.

PRIDE IS GOOD!

YOU ARE A FANTASTIC WRITER!

 Also? STOP comparing yourself to other writers!  Stop it right now!!

Every writer is somewhere along their skill journey.

It is super unfair to yourself to say, “well, Beatrice has been writing 30 years and is amazing and I’ve only been writing a year so I suck and my summary sucks too.”

CUT! IT! OUT!

Seriously, I need to yell at you so grab a fuzzy stuffed animal to hug and your favorite blanket.

Of COURSE Beatrice is going to have stronger work!!  What the flipping hell?  Flippin hooray for Bea!  Bake the bitch a cake.  Meanwhile, you’re still on your path!  Every freaking word you write is like a gold coin in Sonic (or a gold coin in Mario or whatever - dammit, I don’t know what shit you play - work with me here!)  You learn with every page!  And having to edit?  That is freaking BONUS levels!!  That’s like the weird nighttime level in Super Mario 2 (fyi, my favorite Mario game!)  Anyway, making big edits may seem frustrating but what it really means is that you’ve advanced to the next writing skill level!  Being able to see what needs changing is a SUPER valuable skillset!  And no matter HOW long you’ve been a writer, you will run into times when you need to edit huge chunks of your story.  It is ALWAYS a good thing because it means you are making something even more outstanding!

YOU ARE AN AWESOME WRITER!!

So flipping WHAT if you don’t get lots of reviews or read counts?  There are tons of amazing works that don’t always get a giant following.  You wanna boost read count?  Hit Twitter and Tumblr and start posting links and/or chapters!  Advertise the crap out of it and don’t EVER once undermine yourself by saying it isn’t that good or that your summary sucks (serious don’t.  Just, don’t.  Don’t do that.) 

Just, please.  Just keep writing.  And when you write, remind yourself that you flipping rock!  And do NOT count on legions of reviewers to be the ones to tell you that because it actually doesn’t work that way.

Because anxiety lies!

Because I know writers with TONS of reviews who still think they suck.

YOU ARE A SPECTACULAR WRITER!!

Now start telling YOURSELF that.

The Moral of Samurai Champloo..

Always lie.

Lying gets you friends, lying gets you food, lying gets you kidnapped, lying gets you painted nude, lying gets you fingered, lying gets you front row seats to your dead-beat dad getting murked, lying gets you into baseball games for the fate of your country’s freedom, lying gets you to see your future self with boobs, lying gets you zombie outbreaks, lying gets you fun times with zealots, and lying gets you high.

Always. always lie.

Ghostly Grandpappy

“Is that a doily?”

Darcy didn’t answer and turned the volume up on her laptop. She should really invest in a new pair of headphones.

“Don’t be like that, I said I was sorry.”

She glared harder at the laptop in a petulant effort to ignore him. It’s like she didn’t know him at all. Even when he was alive, no one could ignore him for long which was probably what lead to his death. Well, murder. But that wasn’t the point.

Howard knelt on the ground at the foot of her twin bed and stuck his face through the screen. “What’s it going to take to get you to forgive me?”

Swallowing a snarl, she ripped the small buds out of her ears and sat up. “Time travel, so you can go back and stop your asshole self from lying to me in the first place.”

His face morphed into a pinch. “I’ve had some ideas about time travel but I –” He stopped when he saw the quickly darkening expression on her face. “That’s not the point. I didn’t lie to you.”

“No, you deliberately withheld information from me for twenty years. Did you know the whole time? Is that why you’re here dolling out advice.” She jumped off the bed to pace in front of the window. “Christ! You helped me with my homework!” She yelled with an accusing finger pointed at him as though the act of studying algebra was sacred.

“You’re overreacting.” He had placed both hands in front of him like he was approaching a wild animal. “Maybe you should –”

The black look she threw him, cut off his speech immediately. Closing here eyes she took three calming breaths before crossing her arms and looking at him. “Fine, if you want to talk about this then I want the all of the truth.” He nodded his head, looking impossibly hopeless. Oh if the world could see him now.

“How long have you known that Tony was my father?”

With a defeated slump to his shoulders, he sat down heavily on the edge of her bed. Well, as heavily as the spirit of a dead man could. “I had just learned of you the night I died. Your mother had visited me in my D.C. office and told me. ”

Darcy gave a short nod. “And why didn’t you tell me?”

“And what was I supposed to tell you? ‘Hi, your father is Tony Stark and I’m his father, Howard. But you can just call me Grandpappy.’.” He stood up and began his own pacing. “How well do you think that would have gone over? When was the right age to tell you?”

“How about when I was thirteen and I was moved into a foster home for girls? Or when I was fifteen and I ran away? Or when I was eighteen and was kicked to the curb? Or when I was twenty-one and got so blind drunk on my birthday I had to have my stomach pumped? Or how about when I told you that Stark Industries had hired Jane and I and that we would be moving to New York?” She was shaking with the effort it took not to shout. Jane was just down the hall and she didn’t want this conversation interrupted.

Howard had one finger pointed at her with his mouth open but it was a moment or two before he could form words. “Those are really good points and I don’t have an answer.” He maintained an accusatory tone.

“For years, I thought I didn’t have any family and not once did you correct me. I didn’t even know you were The Howard Stark, why do you look like you are twenty-five?”

Howard looked down to his 1940’s suit and tie. “I was an engineer, not a witch doctor. I can’t explain the supernatural.”

“You know, some warning would have been nice before a legion of robots burst in through the doors and windows and kidnapped me.” She turned away from him, unable to bear the sight of him and his resemblance to his son. Did she look like them at all? Jane had said she could see it after she learned the truth.

“And I’m sorry about that, SHIELD was never supposed to have all its secrets exposed.” She felt the icy sensation of his touch on her shoulder and she half turned. “I’m sorry Darcy, I only ever wanted to protect you.”

“I’m going to be mad for a while.” She warned, saying sorry wasn’t a magic cure-all.

He nodded his head, his mustache turned down in a frown. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No, let’s watch a movie and then you can tell me funny stories from your youth.”

They both settled against the headboard of her bed with the laptop between them. Some foreign French film from the 50’s that Howard loved playing in black and white on the screen.

iKon: You Fart In Front Of Them

Requested By: Anonymous~how would ikon react if their gf farted in front of them?

B.I: “Yay saranghae saranghae”

Jinhwan: “What, was that you?”

Yunhyeong: *it was a loud fart* “Oh my god!”

Bobby: *both embarrassed* “You go girl!”

Donghyuk: *you do it the first time* “Holy shit” *you do it a second time* “ahahhaa”

Junhoe: *you blame it on him* “No that was you, so take your lying self out of my presence”

Chanwoo: *you immediately apologize* “Why are you apologizing everyone does it”