this was in my drafts for ever

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None yet

Fandom: Marvel MCU

A/N: This is yet another slow-burn, brace yourselves kiddos.

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

  I’m not letting every single one of my friends be drafted into this shit-show of a war, without me following them down the rabbit hole. I’m adequately educated on the topic of our armed forces, due to my grandfather and grandmother being in the previous war. I cannot say that I’m not afraid, because I am; I’m terrified. More than I’ve ever been. I suppose with men like Howard Stark running and funding our military, should I, or should I not be? The man’s a genius, and that very well may be what terrifies me.

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i was tagged by my girl @holydeanmon for this little picture game. i guess that’s what you’d call it. anyways, thanks girl! (edit: yes, this has been in my drafts since friday. so sorry about that!)

the last song you listened to: i heard this in the car while driving to get sandwiches with my dad and it’s been stuck in my head ever since. 

your lock screen: still won’t change it!

selfie: that’s my most recent, ugh.

im tagging @poe-also-bucky, @unpredictable-firecracker, @asirenscalling, @brandybucky, @marvelatthepeople and whoever else would like to participate!


pretty sure that’s a fire hazard, Jesse.

happy valentine’s day!! <3 <3

My Therapist Asks Me To Describe You

so I tell her about the house on Amherst,
the for sale sign,
the stupid purple blinds;

tell her about that Papa Murphy’s
that used to be a Blockbuster,
the way you tried to rent movies there
for like three years after
because you knew it made me laugh;

have you ever come home to find the doors locked,
your key in a coat pocket on the bedroom floor,
had to break your own window with a flowerpot?

I say,
if those years were a place
they would have to be the yellow line,
an overcrowded train moving in your direction;

I say,
there was not room enough
in my heart for the both of us;

I will fall asleep next to a man I love,
which is the only thing
you and he have in common.

& what a blessing
that silly, boring love is.
the way I do not lose myself in him.
the way I am not lost at all.