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The real question: are all the shows I watch that gay or have I just been on tumblr too much?

A Million Reasons - Masterlist

Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, with all of his trust fund money and family connections, gets assigned community service. You, as someone that’s technically part of the community, now have to put up with him. Every day. And he won’t stop killing your plants.

Warnings: Enemies (annoyance) to lovers, Bucky’s old money at an ivy league, angst, minor injury, drinking, eventual smut (minors dni, marked **)

a/n: Hello! I’ve decided there won’t be a set posting day for this series. This is something I’ve been super excited to share (even with my writing steam dying out) and I want to get it out here without extra pressure. I’ll be adding the dates for upcoming chapters as they are ready :) And thank you @traitorjoelite​ for that second, beautiful moodboard 🤍

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When you've already read all the good fanfics

Hold My Girl

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky comes home from a mission and needs time to hold his girl.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: So much fluff in Bucky’s pov <3

a/n: I love feedback!! Please let me know what you think, it gives me motivation to write more :) Got lotsss of inspo from the song ‘Hold My Girl’ by George Ezra.

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Fall was a finicky season. 

One day hot, the next a damp, dim breeze, the weeks that made up November were a myriad of change. You could smell it in the air and see it in the way the cars drove. Buildings kept their lights on longer, people walked slower; everything felt as if it were in limbo, waiting for the semblance of normality that would blanket the city when the sun finally left and took its morsels of warmth along with it. 

In your apartment, the change wasn’t as obvious. 

White sheets still glowed with pale light each morning. Plates still made crisp, ringing sounds each night—hot ceramic, straight from the dishwasher because Bucky couldn’t stand when they sat in there for too long. Footsteps echoed in the stairwell by the elevator. Laughs were low and plentiful, just murmurs drifting through warm vents when the moon was high. 

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genuinely so enraged we didn’t get to see dean flirt with cas and be like “did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” and cas deadass looks dean in the eyes and is like “yes, dean, it did,” and dean flounders and is like “wait that wasn’t what I- I meant- you’re as beautiful as an angel” and cas goes “I am an angel, dean” and dean just thunks his head on a table and yells “I’m trying to flirt with you” and cas gets that confused scrunched up face before he’s like “oh”

“don’t project YOUR issues onto that fictional man” i’m not even doing anything. he’s doing all that shit himself. sorry for spotting patterns. observing. understanding nuances. i guess

we are officially entering the year 2 A.D. (after destiel)

This is genuinely hilarious to me

he's the worst man alive he's the love of my life he's covered in blood he's weird about god and he's a lot, he's not perfect, but most importantly he's bisexual