Bucky had never felt more defeated in his life as he stared at you while you laughed, tipping your head back at Tony’s final successful attempt of lighting a bonfire.
“AHA! Fuck you, I win!” he exclaimed, pointing a finger at the fire which crackled vibrantly. “Alright; who’s ready for s’mores!”
Your face was illuminated by the orange light of the fire in front of you, a wide grin stretched over your face. You looked positively radiant and Bucky could feel himself smile the most dopiest smile ever.
His hair was still slightly damp, but he carelessly pushed it out of his face. He probably looked like the Loch Ness monster.
By the time you both had dragged yourselves out of the lake, Sam and Wanda were waiting at the bank with towels which you gratefully accepted. Sam rolled his eyes at Bucky when you weren’t watching, wondering how on earth he could have accomplished the marvellous feat of 3 unsuccessful attempts of asking you out.
The two of you had changed into your spare change of clothes, and joined the team as they set up a campfire near the shore of the water.
“If you’re making my s’more, I don’t want any,” Sam said quickly as Bucky reached for a cracker. Bucky rolled his eyes at him.
“Nonsense. Bucky makes the best s’mores. Why don’t you make one for Y/N?” Tony prompted him. Bucky’s eye twitched as he wondered what the fuck was wrong with him.
“I’d love one,” you said, smiling at Bucky who almost dropped the marshmallow in his hand at your gaze.
“What if a bear appears?” Wanda mused.
“We’ll sacrifice Bucky to him.” Sam earned a whack on his head from Bucky at that.
“Bucky would probably fight the bear.” Tony shrugged, earning a snort from Sam.
“Oh no. This mother fucker won’t just fight him. He’s going to be dramatic as fuck as always. He’d be shirtless and he’d probably be wrestling the damn thing,” Sam chided, which soon turned into a groan as Bucky hit him harder this time, blushing profusely as you giggled.
“Are any of you going to sing campfire songs? Sam brought his guitar.” Wanda asked, a smile playing at her lips.
“As a matter of fact, you know what? Bucky does know how to play and sing!” Sam clapped his back, making him choke on piece of chocolate.
“You know how to play?” you asked in surprise, missing the pleading look he gave you.
“He knows all the classics! Elvis, Queen, Phoebe Buffay!” Sam winked at him, pulling up his guitar and placing it into Bucky’s lap.
“Hey Wanda. Can you come with me to get some firewood?” Tony asked, quickly glancing at Bucky who smiled meekly at him.
“Don’t we have enough?” She gestured to the lardge unused pile next to them.
“Oh little one, how inexperienced you are.” He forced a laugh, throwing an arm around her shoulder and tugging her away gently.
“Well, when nature calls, you gotta go to nature. I’ll be back,” Sam declared, standing up and striding away, ignoring the shouts of “Too much information!”.
Bucky awkwardly strummed the guitar on his lap, saying a silent prayer that his voice didn’t crack or his grip on the instrument didn’t actually break it.
“You don’t have to play if you don’t want to. You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” you said gently. Damn it, you were making it harder and harder for him to not fall in love with you.
He just smiled softly, letting his fingers sit on the chords Sam had taught him earlier in these two weeks.
“A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather.” He couldn’t help but feel the heat crawl up his neck. Okay, you didn’t looked repulsed so far. He was doing fine.
“I was praying that you and me might end up together.”
From a distance, Tony and Wanda looked on, an excited grin on Wanda’s face while Tony furrowed his eyebrows.
“Barnes is on fire right now.” Tony stared blankly.
“I know right!” Wanda said with a smile.
“No, no. You don’t understand. He literally is on fire right now.” Tony pointed at his Bucky’s leg. Flames had travelled up to nearly his shin, and the dork didn’t even realise as he forced himself to go on with the song.
“Tony, what the hell! You couldn’t have told me earlier?!” Wanda jumped up from where she was sitting and ran forward. “BUCKY! YOU’RE ON FIRE!”
“I said the same fucking thing and you didn’t believe me,” Tony grumbled, jumping up as well.
Bucky’s attention suddenly moved to Wanda running towards him, screaming something wildly. He furrowed his eyebrows but his fingers kept strumming the guitar.
“YOU’RE ON FIRE RIGHT NOW!” she yelled, gathering even your attention.
“I KNOW, HE SOUNDS AMAZING!” you yelled back, trying to stop him from discontinuing the song. Bucky hoped you wouldn’t see the blush on his face.
Suddenly you heard wild laughter from behind you, as Tony doubled over, unable to compose himself.
“NO, LOOK AT HIS LEG!” She was about 50 metres away. Bucky stopped singing finally (to your disappointment), both of you turning to look at what she was gesturing to.
“Oh,” Bucky said, finally seeing the cause of the heat on his legs. His eyes widened. “Oh.OH. OH SHIT. OH SHIT.”
“Oh fuck!” You leapt to your feet, pulling the guitar away and almost throwing it away.
“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT,” Bucky cursed as he blew on it, his mind not exactly working at the moment.
“YOU DON’T BLOW ON FIRE, YOU IDIOT! THAT INCREASES THE FLAME!” Tony’s voice was distant but clear.
“THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!” He usually would have known what to do but the panic in the moment got to him, and all he could do was flail around like a chicken.
“STOP, DROP AND ROLL!” Wanda chanted, making him look at her with his eyes wide open in fear.
“IF I ROLL ANYWHERE, I’M ROLLING INTO THE DAMN FIRE.” He hopped around on one leg, metal arm furiously patting at the fire which had not yeat burnt him due to the thick material of his pants.
“Okay, movie away, rookies.” Sam pushed through you and Wanda, moving towards Bucky who didn’t even notice him coming as he jumped dangerously on the edge of the water.
“Bucky,” Sam said, making him look up just for a second before Sam’s hands pushed at his chest, making him shriek slightly as he lost his balance, falling straight into the lake for the second time that day.
At least the fire was out, right?
He pushed himself deeper into his sleeping bag, hoping it would warm him up a little more, but to no avail.
He stared at the top of his tent in silence. All of you had retreated to your respective tents after his incident.
His hair was clinging to his forehead and there was a fly in his space which he wanted shoo away but was unable to do because he couldn’t move because he was so damn cold and-
His head shot up as someone rapped on the front of his tent.
“If you’re a bear, then just come in and kill me. I won’t fight you,” he groaned, pushing his head under his sleeping bag.
If it was a bear, Sam would be right about one thing. Bucky would be fighting him shirtless since he had used his spare change of clothes today and had nothing left to wear. He couldn’t borrow Tony’s, or Sam’s because their clothes would be too small for him.
When he heard nothing until a second rap at his ‘door’, he curiously peeked out of his mini bed, sliding out and crawling to the front and unzipping the opening.
“Y/N?” he asked, confused as you stood there impatiently, arms crossed over your chest.
“Move over,” you commanded, trying to maintain your composure.
Bucky was suddenly very aware of his nearly naked form but complied anyway, unzipping the rest of it and pushing it, allowing you to come in.
You bit your lip, finally noticing his attire- or rather, lack of attire-, his back muscles clenching gloriously as he twisted to close his door again.
He was only in his boxers, and was probably dying of the cold.
His eyebrows were furrowed slightly as he turned to look at you. “What are you doing here- mmpf!”
You cut him him off silently, pushing your lips against his, hands cupping his jaw. He froze momentarily, eyes blown open wide as his mind raced to register what was happening.
Just before he was about to do anything, you pulled away, leaving a sting of sudden loneliness as you looked straight into his eyes with a smile. His jaw was slightly open and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, and holy shit he had never felt more alive.
“Wanda told me.” You breathed out.
“Whaa..?” His mind had sirens going off, butterflies were attacking his stomach and he just couldn’t understand what was going on because it was too much for his poor mind.
“How have you not given up yet?” You couldn’t help but laugh, eyes crinkling.
“Uhh- I- uhh- I’m never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down?” He mentally smacked himself three hundred times once he realised what was the first thing he said coherently.
“You are unbelievable. I can’t believe you just Rickrolled me in the middle of a conversation.” You only laughed harder, bringing a stupid fluttering to Bucky’s heart.
With a damn burst of courage he didn’t know he possessed, he leant forward to kiss you softly, effectively stopping your laughter.
A blush overtook his face as he felt you move your lips with his gently, making him weak in the knees.
His hand reached behind your neck and within a second you flipped both of you over so that you were straddling his hips, hands caressing his face while his ran fervently up and down your sides, lips never once leaving yours.
And Lord, Bucky swore he felt like he could fly with how much happiness and adrenaline and testosterone was coursing through his veins, until-
“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” he muttered suddenly, making you break away from the best feeling you had experienced in a long time to look at him in alarm.
“I think there’s a rock under me.” He looked at you sheepishly as you gave a sigh, can’t help the smile that grew at the dork in front of you. “I’m sorry.”
“How do I put up with you?” you asked him playfully, poking at his chest.
“And yet you’re here, in my tent, on me-” you couldn’t help but giggle as he turned the both of you around so that he was hovering over you now, a breathtaking grin on his face.
“I had to save you from yourself. Next time you tried to ask me out, you’d have probably died. I’m currently saving your life.” You smirked at him, watching him groan. “I mean, how many times did you try? One time with the flowers-”
He pressed his lips to yours, unable to muffle out the laughter that erupted from you.
“One time with the letter-” you continued as he tried to shut you up by kissing you slowly, languidly again, but you weren’t going to let this go so easily.
“One time with the boat-” He groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“And the one with the song. You wanna know what my personal favourite was?” you gave a faltering breath when he planted a kiss on the base of your neck. You could almost feel the smirk on his lips.
“I do not want to know that.” His lips travelled downwards, making it increasingly hard to pay attention.
Why on earth would you demand Ishida-sensei to kill himself?
What kind of immature and senseless human being are you?
ARE ANY OF YOU AWARE HOW CRUEL AND DUMB THAT IS? OBVIOUSLY NOT.
IF YOU ARE A GROWN ASS ADULT (16+) WHO TOLD ISHIDA TO KILL HIMSELF—–YOU NEED TO BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF. WHAT WOULD YOU FEEL IF SOMEONE TOOK A GIANT SHIT ON YOUR ARTWORK/FANFICTION/WHATEVER THAT YOU PUT YOUR HEART AND SOUL INTO? THEY TOOK A GIANT FUCKING SHIT ON IT BECAUSE THEY THINK THAT YOU’RE WRONG AND THEY’RE RIGHT AND YOU DESERVE TO OFF YOURSELF????
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL?
GET OVER YOURSELF
JUST BECAUSE YOUR WET GAY SHIP DIDN’T COME TRUE DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO ATTACK THE CREATOR.
GET A GRIP ON YOUR FUCKING SELF
THE WORLD DOESN’T REVOLVE ON YOUR WET PANTIES OVER YOUR (NEVER GONNA HAPPEN IN A MILLION YEARS) GAY SHIP.
FUCK, SHIP WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT, BUT NEVER…EVER!!! GO SEND HATE TO ISHIDA-SENSEI WHO IS SO KIND TO HIS FANS.
IF YOU SEND HATE TO HIM THEN YOU AREN’T A FAN AND NEVER WERE.
au + 5 hc -genderbent Maiko. The Earth King marries Fire Princess Zuko
Genderswap AUs, AKA the many many many possibilities for girl!Zuko’s name. Today we are going with Kazuko.
1. When Kazuko is thirteen, her uncle helps her sneak into a war meeting, and she speaks out in defense of newly recruited Fire Nation soldiers being used to bait a trap for the Earth Kingdom. She is told she must fight an Agni Kai for the insult, and when the opponent turns out to be her own father, the kneels down and refuses to fight. He burns her for the disgrace.
Instead of banishing her, he takes advantage of the customs of the enemy. He tells her thst if she loves the Earth Kingdom so much, she can marry into it. The fact that she was defending Fire Nation soldiers goes unnoticed, and as soon as she is reasonably healed, she is packed in a boat and sent to the Earth King.
2. She is of course much too young for Kuei, and their marriage is never consumated. It was expected that it would be when she was older, but instead, for three years she lives the cloistered life of a queen in Ba Sing Se, and if she thought her mother’s life was restrictive, it’s got nothing on this. She figures out pretty quickly it’s Long Feng who is really in charge, and she isn’t sure her husband, who she sees only rarely, actually understands why he married a scarred child other than the vague word “politics”. She doesn’t think he understands the treaty he signed, or why she is here, or any of the things that even as Ozai’s despised and disregarded daughter, she knows.
3. The treaty Kazuko’s father signed with the Earth King (or more accurately with Long Feng) is that the Fire Nation will leave Ba Sing Se and its surrounding territories alone and instead continue their campaigns of conquest in Earth territory not within the Earth King’s dominion, and Ba Sing Se’s forces will not be used to defend those territories. This suits Ozai fine. He has no intention of tackling Ba Sing Se just yet, and in the meantime, he can scoop up some suddenly much easier conquests. It is however a treaty he intends to break, and Kazuko walks into her marriage knowing this. The only question is what is she supposed to do when the Fire Nation does attack. Is she to be killed as a useless hostage, will she die at the hands of her father’s forces? Does he expect her to be a double agent for him? In the end, she keeps Azula’s presence secret for her and sides with her to conquer the city. For her pains, she is named governor of Ba Sing Se.
It’s there in the city that Mai and Kazuko kindle their child crushes into romance, and Mai chooses to stay behind with her in Ba Sing Se. Azula, who has suffered far fewer defeats without an interfering sibling around, says okay.
4. Governing Ba Sing Se is no easy task. Azula may see it as a suitable job for an idiot unwanted sister, but it actually takes a lot of skill and hard work to disentangle th Dai Li, keep the peace, and cement the Fire Nation conquest. And then there is managing the occupation. Kazuko, who has spent the last three years banging her head against the brick wall that is Long Feng and the Dai Li does not appreciate the Fire Nation officers and officials who try to treat her and her city the same way. She and Mai work hard, long hours trying to make it work. But they are women from a conquering empire, and they are not well loved. Much of the underground critisism is extremely misogynistic in nature, and some of the writers even manage to guess the nature of her and Mai’s relationship, or at least post lurid accusations to that effect. It’s lots of fun.
5. It’s Iroh who teaches the Avatar how to firebend, Iroh who warns them what Ozai intends to use the comet for, and Katara and Toph who go to take Azula on together. Iroh goes to liberate Ba Sing Se and also his neice, who he hasn’t seen in more than three years. He has a crown princessship to offer her if she wants it. Kuei, who shows up not long after the White Lotus retake the city is like, “You can’t go? We’re married? In the Earth Kingdom we don’t do divorce?” and Kazuko is like, “In the Fire Nation, we totally do, get fucked, Kuei, our marriage wasn’t consumated anyway.” She leaves it to Mai and Iroh to put this in more diplomatic language.
Omg i have a funny idea. Not sure if thats what you wanted.
The guardians are on earth for a while. Its their third visit already and they love it here. They know Tony for a little over three years now and he is already a guardians as well.
They are not here for a mission this time. No Tony wanted to go back on earth, because he needed something to do here. Well nobody complains, because its like a short holiday. so here they are.
Peter is a bit wondering what his boyfriend exactly wants here, but he knows how Tony gets in his workshop. so he gives him a bit space.
Later in the evening they are all on the kitchen balcony, eating dinner. Its then that Tony shows up. Finally! He was down there over 24 hours. But its not Tony in his buisness suit or his favourite sweats. No he is wearing the armor.
“What are you doing?” asks Gamora, because she hates it when they fight while they eat.
Tony says nothing he just goes over to Peter. His steps heavy now. Then he goes down to one knee. Peter can’t breathe. Tony holds his hand up and there is a ring.
Peter can’t do anything. He only stares at the ring and tries so hard no to die.
“Say yes to the armor!” grins Rocket and finally Peter can move again.
“Yes! Yes!” he says it a few times more and smiles so hard. Of course he wants to marry Tony. So Peter stands up and opens the iron man helmet.
“Well this is a bit awkward.” says the real Tony who stands a few meters behind them.
“What?” asks Peter because was this all a mistake? Tony doesnt want to marry him?
Tony comes over and takes Peters hand.
“Stop worrying. I just fucked up. I wanted to ask you. But i was supposed to be in there. I wrote this action into the armor so he could support me if i would faint. Because… i was really nervous! But then he took off without me.” explains Tony and he blushes a deep red. Peter chuckles.
“Well seems like even my armor loves you.” giggles Tony then and Peter smiles.
“Say it again.” he whispers and Tony goes silent. He seems really nervous even though his armor got a yes already.
One minute you’re sitting there jamming to Earth Wind & Fire and next thing you know Rebecca Sugar comes into your house and slaps you in the face with high definition screenshots and footage of the ‘Wanted’ finale
I just want to tell people to message you. Every person on earth deserves a MIMI. You are the sweetest person I know here. very kind and modest. What have we done to deserve Mimi in this fandom. I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
YES YES YEEEEEEES PLEASE MSG MEeeEEEeeee I wanna know MORE MORE MORE ARMYs. BTW I am the thankful one for being part of you <333
[from “and start over again”, the au where a younger Loki ends up tossed forward in time to post-Thor 2 Earth]
Loki lifted his head and arranged his features in an expression of careful disinterest. He would need to step carefully, here. At least until he understood what was going on…attempting to intimidate from his current position would hardly be productive.
A door beeped, and he heard it open, but the one he could see did not move. Another sequence of beeps, a loud clunk and a hiss and it did open, admitting two men, their faces both blank.
“I believe there has been some sort of misunderstanding,” Loki said smoothly, speaking before either of them could.
“I doubt it,” the one on the left said coolly - Loki recognized him as the first speaker. “Can you account for your presence on Earth?”
No. Loki kept his face carefully still. “My business is my own,” he said loftily. “I need answer no inquiry of yours. As a protectorate of Asgard, I am sure you will be shown mercy if you release me from this confinement.”
“I think you’ll find you need answer plenty inquiry of ours,” said the first speaker dryly. “Stop playing games, Loki. No one here is feeling very patient, not after the last couple of days.”
“What ‘games’ am I meant to be playing?” Loki asked, unease churning in his stomach.
Raven: “You think we could do this without her?”
Girl, YES! YOU’RE the one that’s been saving their asses since you went to earth in a pod you rebuilt yourself! You’ve been solving their problems since day one! All Clarke does is make shit more complicated, manipulate people, and pull levers. Don’t ever doubt yourself Raven Reyes especially in comparison to Clarke Crusty Griffin
If you travel through space at the right angle, you can reach the planet Earth as it was when the dinosaurs roamed. At last, you’ve succeeded. You land and sneak up on a brachiosaurus. Before you can reach her, however, you’re interrupted by two humans much like yourself.
You're a reporter/journalist; my one question for you is, when on earth did you learn to shoot a gun? No offence meant, but you wouldn't expect reporters or journalists to know how to do that!
“Good question! I had military training whilst I was a schoolboy. They called it scouts at the time. It was compulsory for boys who turned 14 to join. I suppose it was for the war, but fortunately the war was over before I came of age otherwise I’d have had to fight.”