Bucky Barnes is living in Avengers Tower, and all he wants in
the world is to be cuddled. He sets out to get his new friends to give
him the snuggling he needs, because it’s not something he can ask of
Steve doesn’t see it in quite the same way.
Also, there are Avengers movie nights, possibly with a showing of The Covenant. Just saying.
“Dr. Foster, this is a tower full of highly trained soldiers,
spies, and geniuses. If we can’t track down and subdue a frith—um, small
Asgardian mammal, then nobody can,” Steve says. He tries to look
reassuring. It must not be working. She’s still looking around like it
might pop out at any moment.
“Frithrkottr,” she says. She takes a
deep breath and tucks some errant strands of hair behind her ear. “It’s
“A real cause for panic,” he says, trying to make her smile.
The first time it happens, Steve can’t really say he
was expecting it. Well, he did expect to see Bucky sooner or later
(because he didn’t think the Winter Soldier would have pulled him out of
that river if he was just going to disappear), but it’s only been about
six weeks since the incident on the helicarrier.
Since the Winter Soldier almost killed Steve.
the five times the Winter Soldier took down an Avenger so he could ask
Steve a question… plus the one time when Steve went down willingly.]
Bucky has a habit of bringing Steve home things he doesn’t need.
goes out by himself in the dead of night and returns with things that
could only possibly be bought in a 24 hour convenience store. Steve now
has enough car air-fresheners to decorate their Christmas tree with and
there are only so many toothbrushes a man could possibly need. The
fridge is stocked with enough energy drinks to fuel a rocket ship and
Steve thinks he has tried every flavour candy bar invented in the past
There has been a few memorable nights where Bucky had returned with something worthwhile.
(Like a box of flavoured condoms, for example.)
But, more often than not, Steve is forced to fake a smile and clap his friend on the shoulder, thanking him for his generosity.
Steve’s unending faith in his best friend was beginning
to look less like hope and more like fantasy. When they’d caught the
Soldier – in a fire fight that still gave Sam nightmares – the only
thing the man seemed to recall was how to hit exactly where it hurt.
Four months later, Barnes still refused to speak English. Refused to heed anything but Steve’s voice.
all in all, it was not a great time for Hydra to attack New York. All
in all, Sam really wished they’d just killed him, instead of turning
Captain America into a baby.
im not out to my parents but i have a girlfriend and she sleeps over a lot and my mom is sorta getting the hint but shes okay with gay people, but my dad caught me on the couch cuddling my girlfriend after i had just been crying one night and he was yelling and was like "what are you dong?" and i was like "cuddling my friend what are you doing?" and then he looked at me so disgusted and was like "knock it off!" and i had a complete breakdown after he left :( it hurts (thanks for letting me vent)
it’s okay. I know it hurts. I know it fucking sucks and I wish I could give you advice or help. You’re not alone in that situation and I hope eventually your dad will be accepting.
I want my next relationship to be my last. Like, I want the next person whom I officially date to be my future wife. I want to take her on cheesy dates and make meals together. I want to go on long drives and sing our favorite songs. I want to fully understand her like no one else has and be understood because no one else can. I want to leave little love notes here and there before work. I want to gaze at and draw little quick doodles of her when she’s not paying attention. I want both of us to love our lives. I want to look forward to coming home everyday to seeing her face. I want to have nights when we just have a marathon of old movies and cuddle. I want to start a family with her. I want to give her the world.
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you… I’m just gonna do this whole list fuck yeah
Who asks the other on dates: Annabeth does because if she didn’t Marx would work himself to death. Who is the bigger cuddler: FOR ONCE IT’S ANNABETH THE WOMAN WILL CLING ON TO HIM LIKE A MONKEY AND HE WILL GO ABOUT HIS BUSINESS LIKE SHE ISN’T EVEN THERE– Though he does vastly enjoy the late night cuddles she gives him before he goes to bed- Then she fucking watches him sleep– Who initiates holding hands more often: Annabeth. She need all of his attention. Every last drop of it. Who remembers anniversaries: If your going to live forever Marx. You better remember every date. Annabeth remembers them the most. Who is more possessive: Annabeth needs her tol bf to pay more attention to her. WHICH SHE HAS A RIGHT TO E HE WILL JUST STRAIGHT UP IGNORE HER IF HE’S NOT IN THE MOOD. Who gets more jealous: Probably Marx because wow look at her. She is so majestic and dark but also fucking hot with a rocking bod. The man is paranoid but he has no reason to be seeing as Annabeth is only interested in him. Who is more protective: AHAHAHHAHAH– Marx thinks he is. Annabeth lets him think he is. But Until this man changes into a Vampire– Annabeth been mass murdering for him for yEARSSS. And even afterwards, it’s still Annabeth because Marx is useless. Who is more likely to cheat: Let sinners be sinners but most likely neither. Who initiates sexy times the most: All day every day, can’t stop won’t stop. Both of them. Mostly Annabeth at first. But after a while they are pure sinners. Who dislikes PDA the most: Marx hates and Sakura is vvvv shy so it’s not a problem. Who kills the spider: Why would you want to kill spiders anyways? Annabeth can kill her own spiders if she wants to. Lady don’t need Marx to do such a simple task. Who asks the the other to marry them: Marx asks and he just randomly gets the idea in his head to marry her and then BAM. It’s a thing. Tho they have a nice big wedding! Who would bring up possibly having kids: MArx WANTS CHILDREN. Who is more nervous to meet the parents: HA- MARX. AHAHAHAHA- PLS NO. HE DOESN’T WANT IT. HE DOESN’T wANT DEATH. Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: Man who needs a couch when you’ve got your own castle to crash at when Marx kicks you out. Annabeth flees the scene and goes back home to party lel. Who tries to make up first after arguments: Most of the time it’s gonna be Marx because as soon as he says something he regrets it and tries to fix everything then he starts rambling on and on and on and just. He needs to stop talking. Who tells the other they love them more often: Annabeth does. She’ll say “I love you” A thousand times before Marx says it back.
Surprisingly, Scott is. Hope likes to cuddle next to Scott and bury her face in his chest. She likes the smell of his cologne. Sometimes she likes it when Scott snuggles his chin into the crevice of her neck, she likes the tickle-ly feeling his stubble gives. Hope is happy being the little spoon because Scott is like a security blanket and the only time she can relax is when she’s in his arms. But, even though they start the night with cuddles, Hope usually ends up on her back with her arms and legs everywhere. She takes up all the room, pillows, and blankets. (unintentionally, of course).
Lily sat on the couch in Harley’s apartment, trying hard to keep herself from crying as she watched The Fault in Our Stars. It had been a very bad idea for her to attempt watching this movie on her own; which is why she had called for backup in the form of an adorable blonde boy who, she knew, would give her cuddles. Deciding to pause the movie until Christian got there, Lily pried herself from the couch and went to the kitchen, pulling the container filled with the brownies out from the fridge and shoving one into her mouth before carrying the container out into the living room and setting it on the coffee table. Returning to the kitchen, she filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove, turning on the heat, just as she heard a knock at the door. “It’s open! I’m in the kitchen” She yelled as she began pulling different boxes of different kinds of tea from the cupboard.
She makes me smile without having to do anything. I just have to look at her and I’ll smile.
I love holding her in my arms.
She’s so small that she fits perfectly.
I love when we watch netflix and cuddle she curls up close to me and just watches away. I can tell she’d be slowly fading away to sleep. The warmth of my arms gives her security and I love that I can provide that for her! I want her to be the happiest girl in the world!!
Then, if she allows it, I like letting my hand slide down into her pants and making her gasp and moan the night away.
I love it when she does it in return. This girl is amazing… we are open about everything. There’s no secrets. There’s lies. There’s no dishonesty.
I trust her completely.
I’m not okay… everything about her and us is awesome! I wouldn’t change it for anything… but… I’m not okay.
What I’m saying is, I’m insecure. People in my past have hurt me and used me. People have lied and cheated me away.
Then there are my parents who have trash talked me and everything.
I’m just… I’m fat. It pisses me off because I feel like I should have never been this big. Ever. I don’t think that my body type was ever meant for me to be this fat. But… I am going to assume I am 50 to 65 pounds overweight…. that’s nearly half of my brothers weight in and of itself. I have stretch marks…. I have breathing problems…. I have a small selection of clothing that I can fit into…
It’s not attractive.
It’s not okay.
It’s not good.
My girlfriend…. she’s physically pefect. Skinny as can, perfrct small ass (I like smaller asses), perfect tits, perfect belly, and perfect waist. Like… the girl is perfect… I am really fucking lucky when it comes to calling her mine and that she allows me to do those little things with her at night under the blankets.
But… me? No…. I’m not attractive. I’m fat. I’m hairy. I’m white as can be…. I don’t know why she’s chosen to be with me. But… I just want to be how she is to me for her. I want to be sexy. I want to be hot. I want to be attractive…
But I’m not. This is one of the only few things I’m insecure about and… it sucks…
I just want to be sexy for her to the point where she can go out and be like, “I’m dating him… yeah… the guy with the abs.”
I mean… that shouldn’t really matter in the first place. The physicality and stuff… but it does to me. I just feel… I’m not good looking enough for her. Idk… I’m insecure…
But God I’m so lucky to have her as my own… and… she says the same thing about me… how she’s glad I’m hers.
Anyway…. my rant is over. I just wanted it off my chest…. but yeah… this… i suck….
hi babe okay first of all you're absolutely gorgeous second of all i ship you with calum because you would honestly be the cutest couple ever and i think "eve and calum" sounds really nice and you share music interests and i think it'd just be really cute! x
aww thank u! lmao thats so funny because my brother is called callum and thats what my mum had thought when she named me.
Ship: MC | AI | CH | LH
Best friend: MC | AI | CH | LH
Older brother figure: MC | AI | CH | LH
Takes you out for ice cream: MC | AI | CH | LH
Gives you random compliments: MC | AI | CH | LH
Stays up with you at night: MC | AI | CH | LH
Cuddle buddy: MC | AI | CH | LH
Has a secret crush on you: MC | AI | CH | LH
Compliment: ur super pretty and ur really funny too, u have a very bubbly personality and its really nice.
i ship u with luke because you two would be super cute and you’d have so much fun giggling all the time and going to theme parks and owning cute little kitten and always watching replays of himym on tv whilst cuddling aw aw awqwa w QWDQJDWaw ewuehyaw
I want to be her hero.I’d like to be the person to hold her when she’s about to fall apart. I’d like to hold her tight when she had a bad dream. I’d like to listen to her when she’s ranting about her day. I’d like to give her a massage when she’s tired of everything.
I want to be with her for most of the time. I’d love to see her beside me when I wake up every morning. I’d love to spoon her every night while she’s sleeping soundly. I’d love to watch movies with her until midnight or just watch the stars with her. I’d love to join her to those places she wanted to go. I’d
love to cuddle with her when it’s raining outside and she has no choice but to stay indoor.
I want to do little things for her.I’d love to cook for her when she’s busy. I’d love to buy her favorite foods. I’d love to surprise her once in a while. I’d like to walk her home. I’d love to support her aspirations in life.
I appreciate her hobbies.I found it sexy. I’d love to see her in action. I’d love to see her locked in her room and making some arts which I may not always understand. I’d love to offer her a coffee when she’s staying late at night just to finish what she was painting or writing.
I honestly cannot wait for Friday night. A night in with my best friend. She’s putting fairy lights on around the room, putting on The Weeknd’s new album, putting on The 1975 because she knows they’re my favourite, we’re having lots of wine, pizza and chocolate, hopefully having a heart to heart and she said she’s going to give me lots of cuddles too and I just really need that right now. I’m so so excited and happy about it. Best friend I could ask for.
I can’t wait for the day that I can give someone all of this love. I always think about the details for some reason. Like, I imagine cuddling with my future gf as it pours the snow outside. I imagine us watching scary movies and me trying to scare her later in the night. I imagine her face as I surprise her with an unexpected gift. I imagine coming up behind her as she’s doing some random chore in the house and wrapping her up and kissing her neck and nibbling her ears. I have a lot of love to give, and I can’t wait to give it.
Do you have a bedtime ritual with your Human?? I do, my #bedtimestorychallenge is:
1. Human gets into bed, which I can hear from anywhere in the house
2. I come running to get into bed, too!
3. I give head butts all around so Human PJs smell like me!
4. I cuddle up close to my Humom, so she can give me special cuddles and scratches. I let her her know what I want. Like last night, I was in th e mood for chin scratches, so I tip my head up (see above). Other nights I like head scratches or ear rubs.
5. After 5-10 min, when I’m all set with cuddles, I leave to do my secret cat stuff all around the house in the quiet.
6. Sometime after the lights go out, I return to the Human bed and sleep at the foot. That way I can be right there when she wakes up.
Occassionally I have to nag Humom to go to bed, like earlier this week.
Tell me your bedtime routine for the #bedtimestorychallenge !
Hey! I have two cats that need a home. I’m in the Atlanta area. They don’t need to stay together. Eleanor is older of the two and she’s a little bigger I was hoping to be able to take her to college with me but they aren’t accepting my need for an emotional service animal, and my sister won’t keep her for the few weeks before I can sneak her in. Luna is not very sweet, I’m gonna be honest, but she does cuddle at night and give little kisses when she thinks you’re not looking. I am really desperate so please if anyone thinks they can help let me know. if I don’t find a home then my sister is going to throw them out on the streets and I don’t want to take them to a shelter, for obvious reasons. Thanks guys
I hate that I’m scared to be home alone at night with her. It seriously fills me with so much anxiety because what if I don’t wake up this time? Or what if she can’t get to me? That night still haunts me and I think it always will. Even in everyday life I’m so hyper aware of what’s happening with her, every time she can’t think of a word or mixes words up even just little stuff that everyone does like calling the dogs by the wrong name or forgetting what something is called my brain is instantly analyzing every little thing about her. And then I’m right back in that bathroom waiting for the world slowest ambulance and I have to pretend everything’s fine because I don’t want her to feel guilty because that’s just the kind of person she is. And I don’t feel like i can talk about it really anymore because I feel like I should be at least somewhat over it because it happened several months ago but sometimes I really need to. I don’t want people to think I’m seeking attention but this whole thing still really bothers me and I needed to vent.
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After the excitement of yesterday, it was back to normality with a bang. I had one too many bottles of wine last night and I had to get up for work this morning. I felt like poo and my knee was starting to really hurt.
To be fair though work was pretty easy going and like always on a Sunday I managed to finish a bit early.
When I got home I had a lovely cuddle with Poppy but was sad when she got down and wanted to play because it was difficult to get on the floor with her without bending my knee. This afternoon it became very, very painful and has been giving me the right hump.
Whilst I was doing my best to look after my darling daughter, the Caz-man was busy in the kitchen producing our first ever family Sunday roast. It was great and Poppy enjoyed it too.
There’s really not too much else to say. I’ve just been monging around with a hangover, trying my best to keep my leg straight.
Now the Caz-man is watching THE cackest TV show I’ve ever witnessed (life on Marbs) whilst I’m keeping myself entertained by writing on my selfie.
The Caz-man went out to a Kensington based party whilst I stayed at home with Poppy dressing up as a pirate and doing the ice bucket challenge.
1 week back - you jokingly came over and touched my arm, hand, elbow, shoulder. I tried to push you so far away, but your hands had already touched me. Disgusted, I immediately left.
A girl was giving out fliers and I ruined it. She came back to haunt me as a ghost. I woke up and lied to everyone that I had a nightmare because I was haunted by a ghost, but really the nightmare bit was you touching me at all.
3 nights back - something of a game, something of floors collapsing, and a bit of survival, but nothing serious. He was there.
2 nights back - dreams of betrayal. With two others, with faces to them. First one with cuddles and kissing, second with words of regret, of already having someone else, but letting them know that there was something between the two of you. At the end, I returned back to him. Like sour regret in my dream, but upon waking changed to loss and guilt.
I could barely keep a straight face on when I saw him again. Barely pretend to cheer myself up. My body helped me by falling into a weak state. I don’t understand what this is supposed to mean. What is my subconscious trying to tell me? If dreams are playbacks of what has ever been on our minds in the day, then what exactly had been on my mind the entire day?
Some things better not to think about, some things better not to know.