Request from anon:um hi so if you’re still taking requests and you have time can you do a bucky x reader? like the reader has a twin that works at hydra and worked on the winter soldier (but reader doesn’t know that her twin works there) and bucky was looking for her twin to kill or something but he found her instead and he didn’t know it wasn’t her twin. so like he’s strangling her or something and right when she’s about to like die he sees a picture behind her of her and her twin and lets her go bc he was wrong.
Bucky Barnes x Twin!Reader
Warnings: Violence, threat of life, mentions of injury and language.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3
Thunderstorms. You had always hated them and tonight was definitely no exception when you found yourself being pulled out of any kind of sleep by the loud claps of thunder booming through the night sky; there was no chance of getting any shut eye anytime soon. A lot of people could probably fall asleep during a storm, knowing that it would bring them no harm, but when you lived on your own and your nearest neighbour was over a mile away it didn’t take much to cause your anxiety to flare.
The thunder could so easily cover up other noises…..such as someone breaking into your car, maybe even your home.
No. No you needed to stop those kinds of thoughts. Rolling yourself onto your back your eyes glanced up to the ceiling, the moonlight seeping through the crack in your curtains illuminating it and casting a display of shadows over the smooth surface. They were enough to keep your mind distracted temporarily, the noise of the storm beginning to dull a little, and after a few minutes of watching the shadows move about you found yourself finally beginning to drift off into what would, hopefully, be a peaceful night’s sleep.
But then everything changed in seconds. What had been slowly becoming a tranquil scene transformed into a life threatening situation as you felt a cold sensation enveloping your throat before an intense pressure started to be applied.
HOOO BOY I didn’t think I would have to do this in this nearly 3 years down the line, but my inbox has become a hellish wasteland due to misinformation so I’m gonna be as blunt as possible here: I don’t ship Makorra and I haven’t since the show ended.Personally it’s just… not My Jam anymore. It hasn’t been for a while. But that’s not the point of this post.
An old post of mine started going around claiming that my opinion regarding fandom toxicity is invalid because “I’m a 24 year old makorra shipper who’s still bitter about korrasami”. I touched base with the person who left the comment asap to try to figure out what was going on & they told me they had me confused with another blogger. They retracted the statement immediately.
… but the damage had already been done. The version of the post with the “callout” is still circulating.
Look, if this was true and if on top of that I was in fact spreading any kind of hatred or making shitty posts that offended people, I would take this criticism to heart and work to actively change what I was doing. I want and have always wanted this blog to be a safe and comfortable space for anyone and everyone.
But. Honestly. I refuse to go down because of a case of mistaken identity. This is ridiculous, guys.
If you have to call someone out, please try to do a little research. Misinformation can be harmful.
Spideypool slow build friends to lovers, based on the prompt:
For some reason, Peter thinks Deadpool knows his secret identity so he thinks it’s not a big deal to chat with the merc in his civilian identity whenever he bumps into him in various locations. Wade, meanwhile, is confused on why a cute but grouchy nerd keeps talking to him like they know each other but hey, it’s New York! Eccentrics are everywhere and this guy is really cute and doesn’t seem to mind hanging out with him! Also somehow they ended up maybe-or-maybe-not on a date???
So, it’s not unheard of for someone to know his name, but more often than not they tend to call him Deadpool when he’s wearing the suit. He likes to think it’s a sign of respect.
[Or pant-shitting terror]
Wade looks up from the screen of his phone where he’s been destroying the shit out of the Imperius, and turns to find the source of his name. “Hey,” the guy says, giving a friendly wave, and puts on a little speed to catch up with him.
“Hey,” Wade says back cautiously.
The guy is really rocking the hot nerd look. Fitted t-shirt with a cartoonish representation of the periodic table under a blue hoodie proclaiming something about the element of surprise. Wavy brown hair that looks incredibly soft to the touch flops across his forehead with a little curl. He’s got a perfectly even and white smile, and brown eyes a guy could get lost in, behind round-rimmed glasses.
He neatly cuts his way through the crowd on the path with his skateboard and skids to a stop when he reaches Wade. Taps his toe against the tail and neatly snaps the board up to his waiting hand, not missing a beat falling in stride with Wade’s gait.
In which Cas the writer fills in for Charlie who works at a coffee shop, and he wears her coffee-shop-logo t-shirt… with her nametag. Enter Dean, a smoking hot fireman searching for a perfect coffee. Dean instantly is attracted to the handsome, dark-haired, blue-eyed Charlie and cannot forgive himself for failing to get his number. When he comes back the next day, however, Charlie somehow is a redhead girl, and no one seems to know anything about the blue-eyed wet dream…