I Wasn't Watching Episode's 8 And 9 While They Aired So I Watched It Together Before Season Finale. Did

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A/N: Okay, so I might have a slight obsession with Bucky being with kids but alas, the obsession continues… 

“Ugh, why won’t you stop crying?” I growled in frustration. The howling infant stopped for a second and looked up at my anguished expression. I thought that it had done the trick. He had stopped crying. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was premature. He began to wail again and I was at a loss. It went without saying that I knew nothing about parenting or child care but when the owner of the diner where I worked asked me to babysit her four-month old baby for a week I jumped at the opportunity; simply because I needed the money.

I inspected the baby’s diaper and fed him but still he wouldn’t shut up. I didn’t know what else to do. It was only the first night and I was already losing my mind.

No amount of money could be worth this hell!

There was a hard knock on my front door. I assumed it was one of the residents of the building, coming over to complain about the screaming child at 11pm; probably that old hag Gertrude from the apartment upstairs. If it was her, I was going to give her an earful about how I never complained whenever she practiced for her irritating tap-dance class. I cracked open the door and peeked out,

“Can I help you?” I asked the man standing in the hallway. I had never seen him before.

“Look, I’m not trying to be an asshole but could you please keep your kid quiet? Some of us are trying to sleep here.” He wasn’t being rude and from the look of it, he really needed his sleep.

“Listen, buddy, I don’t appreciate you coming over here to…” The baby began to cry louder and drowned out my voice. Maybe he had a point. “…okay, I will see what I can do.” I sighed and the man smiled kindly before.

When I shut the door, the baby began to cry louder. I pressed my back against the wood of the door and sank to the floor, sobbing helplessly. Another knock, softer this time. “I said I will see what I can do!” I spat as I swung the door open. It was the same man as before. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked as I sniffled and folded my arms across my chest. “I don’t mean to upset you but have you tried holding him?” I stepped aside and gestured for him to enter the apartment,

“be my guest. I can’t take this anymore!” The man looked hesitant, at first. He furrowed his brows and looked as if he was thinking deeply about what to do. “Well?” I asked expectantly and he stepped inside.

“Your apartment is really hot!” He complained as he removed his jacket. The shirt he wore underneath was long-sleeved as well.

“Yeah, the heat regulator is broken and I can’t afford to get it fixed just yet.” I confessed as I shut the door.

He pressed one knee onto the edge of the bed and unwrapped the blanket from around him as he lifted him into his arms with the gentlest touch; he was clearly afraid to the fragile infant. The baby curled into his body into the man’s arm and eventually stopped crying all together. “Wow, you’re really good at that.” I smiled as I watched him rock the baby back and forth slowly.

“See? He just wants to be loved.”

“Don’t we all?” I chuckled and the man smiled tightly. “You got a name?” It probably wasn’t a smart move to invite a man I didn’t know into my apartment. For all I knew, he could have been a mass-murderer. The man raised his head slowly before answering,

“Bucky.” I thought it was an odd name. I hadn’t met many men named ‘Bucky’ but I didn’t point that out. “You look a little young to be a mom; what’s his name?” He asked, wrapping his left arm around the baby’s leg. It was the first time I noticed that his fingers were metal.

“Err… he’s not my kid and his name is Christopher.” If he had any more questions, Bucky didn’t ask them. “Did you lose your arm in the war?” My curiosity got the better of me and I had to ask.

“Something like that.”

“Yeah, which one?” I placed my hand on his bicep, lightly. This guy was an all-round hero. He served his country, was great with kids and not that bad looking either.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I was about to ask him to tell me more but he handed little Christopher back to me and grabbed his jacket from the chair. “I should get going, good luck with everything.” It was almost like my apartment was on fire and he needed to get out.

“Will I ever see you again, Bucky?” I didn’t want to come off too strong or too hopeful either. Bucky stopped in the doorway and looked at me over his shoulder.

“Maybe, one day.”  

Unfortunately, one day never came.

Get to know me meme → 4/? Favorite Actresses: Natalie Dormer 

“Sometimes, if something makes you uncomfortable as an actor, it’s interesting. And you have to work out why it’s making you uncomfortable: why do I feel threatened by this scene? Because sometimes it’s the stuff that makes you uncomfortable that is actually the good drama.”

whether you loved the game or hated it the attention to symbolism and synergy and motif in the story are fucking outstanding. they really do be making you feel some type of way. so imma ramble about the ones i think are great

The guitar:

the biggest symbol of love i have ever seen, its what connects joel and ellie past their complicated relationship and the repeat of future days is a motif at its bloody finest.

but guitar is also a symbol of ellies love for dina take on me and ecstasy are both such intimate moments that elude into a deep care between the two. as well as dina being ellies “groupie” and following her to seattle until she says she cant do it again and ellie must come to her is *chef kiss*

the guitar at the end is broken with her fingers gone but despite it all the tune is still there. despite all joels done and all ellies done the love between father and daughter is still there. and she forgives him and “lets him go” to live her life (assumedly in jackson)

The coins

nice and simple abby and ellie are two sides of the same coin. they are very similar people inside. just at different points in their revenge cycle. abby gets revenge on joel and the guilt does something to her and its jot until she spare ellie (ahem breaks the cycle) that she is able to truly move on. whereas with ellie she is haunted by her actions in her quest for revenge but objectively is able to heal once she lets abby go and breaks the cycle

another parallel between ellie and abby that i loved is that ellie loves spcae and the stars while abby is afraid of heights. ellie is quick and fast and stealthy. where abby is upfront and stong. (also the use of the dolly zoom from whenever you looked down from a height as abby had me in genuine awe)

The knife

loosing the knife in the abby fight was literally a letting go of the past and is LITERALLY a symbol of how ellie is done fighting. and one that makes me feel very emotional

also the shot of levs black converse (ellies iconic style) in the beginning of the santa barbara scene is brilliant synergy with the first game. abby and lev are just like joel and ellie and it shows how in the time between they now have that parental love that joel and ellie had

The moth in the journals

i know gross and druckmann said something about how the tattoo is a symbol of searching for the light/finding hope which YES. but also in the journals you see the drawing become more scribbled and less detailed the more ellie looses herself. which i thought was cool its very indicative of her mental state when writing.

ellies songs in the journals also get less and less frequent throughout the game as ellie looses herself and get replaced with information, names adresses faces. and only cone back at the end of the game with that poem about if dina and jj would still love her for what she is now. (gristle and bone/would i poison them)

ALSO DINAS BRACELET

a sign of love and luck and protection

ellie takes it off when she goes to santa barbara she feels she has lost it she doesn’t deserve it in her journal her regret of leaving dina and jj is crystal fucking clear but it was something that she had to do to successfully move on and start to heal. in the empty house she wears it again this is a symbol of hope and shows that when she returns to jackson the love will be there waiting for her

ANYWAY I RAMBLED BUT I LOVE THIS GAME AND I LOVE ITS WRITING IT MAKES YOU FEEL EXACTLY HOW IT NEEDS YOU TO. AND PLEASE ADD IF YOU THINK I MISSED ANY

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Lucky - Bucky Barnes

Title: Lucky Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: The reader puts her life in danger on a mission with the rest of the Avengers and Bucky gets worried. Words: 1,016 Warnings: Mentions of taking a character hostage, injured character, mentions of death Requested by: Anonymous

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Hurts like hell (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Y/N and Steve used to secretely date when Steve dies and she had to deal with his death. Based by the song Hurts like hell by fleurie.

A/N:I love that song and I cried during this!

How can I say this without breaking?

You walked out of the cemetery and got in your car. You and Steve met each other four years ago when he woke up from the ice. Since then you loved each other but decided to do it secretely, away from the others. But he died. Yes, being an avenger meant sacrifing your life but you didn’t know it hurts like this.

You’ve seen him dying in front of your eyes and couldn’t do anything. He was by side your many times and saved you several times but you couldn’t return it. From then you only cried. No smiling or laughing. Yes, the others were sad too, but not like you were. You had to take Bucky, Sam and Wanda with you in the car. Wanda knew about you and Steve. She was the only one that could understand you this time.

“Y/N, we know you’re sad about Steve, we all are, but, you need to calm down.” Bucky told you grabbing your shoulder with his human arm.

How can I say this without taking over?

“I can’t, Bucky. Steve was my.. Friend. How can I calm down?” You couldn’t see well and you were tired.“Sam can you take the weel for me please? I’m not in position to drive right now.” He nodded and sat in the front sit. Wanda wrapped her arms around you to calm tou down.

How can I put it down into words?

“It was all my fault.” You murmured.

“No Y/n. It wasn’t your fault. Please stop saying that.” Sam said giving you a small smile and brushing circles with his fingers on your knee.

An image popped in your mind. Steve was returning from a mission back to the tower and you decided to go see of everything was alright. He was badly hurt and you cried. He reassured you with a hug and a kiss. “Y/n, love, it’s alright. I will never leave you. I will be here with you always” were his words. It made you cry even more. Your sobs filled the car.

When it’s almost too much for my soul alone.

The cars stopped outside of the tower leaving the twelve avengers move back to their dorms. Natasha and Clint sat at the kitchen talking, Tony, Bucky, Sam looked shocked. They just lost their friend and said the last goodbye to him. Bruce, Thor, James and The Vision were drinking their coffee to the balcony Steve loved and Pietro was sleeping in his room. Wanda helped you get in your room and then you locked all the doors so you could be alone.

I Loved and I loved and I lost you

Steve was the person for you. The man you trusted. The man you loved. And now you lost him. Since the day you met him he was kind and sweet with you. The day he passed away was the day you were going to tell the others about your relationship but never did. You remember not many things from that day. He stroked your cheek, kissed your lips, got out of the quinjet, fought, him laying in the ground murmuring that he loves you. After this everything went blank. Only tears.

And It hurts like hell

Was there life without him? Without his smile? Without his touch, his beautiful blue eyes looking into yours? His kisses and hugs? Oh no. Everything hurted and reminded you of him. Everytime you walked out of his room you stayed outside the door leaning against the wood. It still smelled like him. Everytime you walked to the gym his locker was there waiting for him to open it and grab his cold water but not anymore. Yesterday Tony replaced it with a collage of photos of all the Avengers with him. Your favorite was the one were you were together. The picture was taken the day the two of you got together.

Yeah it hurts like hell

You decided to open the radio. The music would calm you down, people said. It worked on Bruce the most of the times. But how could it calm you down when Steve’s and yours favorite song played? It was the song the two of you danced before he died. You were in his room when the song played and the two of you danced for hours. But moments like this don’t stay forever.

I don’t want them to know the secrets.

You remembered the talk you had with Steve. Two days before you lost him. You had a talk about how you would tell the team about you. About your love. Steve didn’t want to do something to bring you in a hard position. He wanted the best for you. But now he’s gone. Never coming back.

I don’t want them to know the way I loved you

You also had an argument. You would never forget that. He wanted to tell everything to the team about you. Make clear that you were his and nobody else’s. But you didn’t. You wanted them to start having hints. Like a treasure hunt. Love hunt.

I Loved and I loved and I lost you.

I Loved and I loved and I lost you.

And It hurts like hell

Dreams Fight with machines

He was at the hospital. Laying on that bed without moving. You touched him for the last time. Then he took his last breath. You shouted at the doctors to come and help but they couldn’t do anything. The next thing you remembered was the team trying to hold you from falling of the roof of the tower. They didn’t understand you.

Inside my head like adversaries.

Come wrestle me free. Clean from the war

Lost in your thoughts you started shouting, panicking now. The lock of the door didn’t stop Tony and Pietro bursting in to see what was going wrong. You were laying on the floor crying. They came next to you and helped you get up. Then they took you to the kitchen.“Y/N you haven’t eaten for days. Just eat something.” Pietro said offering you a bowl with cornflakes. “Y/N, you need to tell us what’s going wrong.” Tony asked. Can they understand me?No.

Your heart fits like a key.

Into the lock on the wall.

I turn it over, I turn it over

You walked out of the kitchen and stood to Steve’s balcony. Were you given your first kiss. Finally a place to be alone.

But I can’t escape.

Afraid that you would do something stupid like the first time Thor and Natasha took you in holding you and not leaving. They think I am crazy? I’ve lost it?. They sat you at the couch and started asking you question you couldn’t reply.

I turn it over, I turn it over

I Loved and I loved and I lost you

I Loved you and I loved and I lost you

I Loved and I loved and I lost you

Everyone was in shock. Noone was moving or talking. They just looked behind you. You looked around. Steve was behind you. Alive. You ran to his hug. Tears in your eyes. Then you kissed him deeply. The grip around you tightening.

“Hey sweetheart”

And It hurts like hell

Nurse Bucky - Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: So apparently my first follower unfollowed me. Like, okay, bye bitch. This girl even messaged me saying how she loved my stories. Then why would you unfollow? I’m lost. Anyways, I’ll save the drama for another time. I really hope she doesn’t see this and know its her. I’m sorry if you do.

Request: “ hey! could u do one where reader and Bucky r a couple and reader is sick or got hurt in a mission or hangover idk and Bucky gets all overprotective and takes care of her and she keeps saying she’s fine but she clearly isn’t!! super fluffy pls!!” by anon. ( pssst…these are my prompt lists: 1 , 2 )

Warnings: Slight language, a fever, idk if that’s a deal breaker

Words: 1075

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