This Is Mad Cute 😂

“I love you.”

“I …”

“It’s OK. You don’t have to say it back.”

“She was born in darkness and never really found a way to adapt to the light”

“This is bringing back so many memories for me.”

“Not everyone can befriend a sentient celestial being.”

“I feel like I’m out of the loop here and I don’t like it.”

“Just one step at a time. That’s all you need, but if you don’t start now, when will  you?”

“Nothing feels better than doing everything you needed to.”

“I wasn’t really worried about you. I knew you could do it.”

I am more of a beast than human, more drunk than sober, more of anarchy than order, more of a scoundrel than a saint more of a fallen than an angel, but she loved all of my darkness, so I gave her what’s left of my light.

Daniel Saint (via wordsnstuff)

“Your mother wouldn’t have wanted this!”

“You’re right. She would have done much worse.”

Otp Fluff

Imagine your otp playing Hide & Seek (can also be smut)

Imagine your otp building a blanket fort

Imagine your otp watching a shitty show and that they love making fun of together

Imagine your otp telling ghost stories

Imagine your otp stuffing their faces with candy

Imagine your otp making s'mores

Imagine your otp googling stupid stuff

Imagine your otp pranking each other

Imagine your otp goofing off in the store

Imagine your otp in tickle fights and blowing raspberries

Imagine Person A taking care of Person B after a rough day

Imagine your otp lip reading random people incorrectly and trying to make the other laugh

Imagine your otp giving suprise gifts to each other! Like something small that they enjoy or their favorite candy or a doodle!

Imagine your otp reenacting shakespeare or high school musical or both at the same time

Imagine Person A working but Person B wants to cuddle

Imagine your otp having a water gun fight

Imagine your otp babysitting

Imagine Person A trying to wake up Person B (mission: impossible) (dududurududu-) (sorry)

Imagine your otp watching disney movies

Imagine your otp cuddling on a Saturday morning

Imagine your otp cooking breakfast

Imagine your otp stargazing

Imagine your otp telling each other funny childhood memories

Imagine Person A trying to get Person B to smile

“I was wondering where you wandered off to. We don’t have a whole lot of time, remember?”

“Don’t interrupt my existential crisis.”

“I should probably go home at this point.”

“In my experience, this isn’t how things are supposed to go.”

“The AI isn’t programmed to be loyal to anyone.”

“Of all my bad ideas, I think I’m proud of this one the most.”

“Sometimes I miss it. The power, the rush. The feeling of being unstoppable. But that was just that. Power. You’re my future.”

buckynat prompt: snow, a dog, a snack, music, holding hands.

“This is not exactly what I had in mind.” She was facing him on the couch, her mouth quirked up in amusement as she watched Bucky settle himself in: he sat on the opposite end, leaving a space in between them. To give me room to stretch out later, she noted, thinking it considerate of him. 

But he had yet to respond to her comment. 

Instead, he carefully placed the bowl of popcorn on his lap and popped open a beer, offering it to her first before cracking open another one for himself. Once he’d taken an experimental sip and found its contents satisfying, he leaned back and extended his foot onto the coffee table.

When all that was done, he finally turned to her and noticed that she was staring. “What?” he asked, pretending he had no idea what she could’ve been referring to.

Natasha looked pointedly at the coffee table, where the DVD cover for “Snow Dogs” lay open and empty, the disc already in the DVD player.

He pretended not to notice. His face devoid of all emotion.

Oh, he’s playing that game? Natasha was never one to back down from a challenge.

They stared at each other a few long seconds, each daring the other to crack. Neither moved: an expert spy, capable of pushing her most violent emotions down into hidden depths, and an assassin - a man more than used to masking his every feeling.

This was going to be a long game of chicken.

Except that Raul Malo’s “Today” suddenly blasted through their screen as the film began to play. And Natasha lost it, laughing at how ridiculous the whole thing was.

Bucky grinned widely and tossed a few kernels of popcorn into his mouth. “Do I get to claim a prize?” he asked when she’d calmed down.

“Sure,” she said and crawled towards him. 

Once they’d kissed she stole a handful of popcorn, but as she began to retreat to her end of the couch, he removed the bowl from his lap and placed it on the side table. She picked up on his intention immediately and grinned at the idea that they were spending their free time even doing this. She shifted so that she could lay her head on his lap. “I feel like a teenager at a slumber party-”

“Shh,” he interrupted, teasing, “it’s already started. This is supposed to be a cinematic masterpiece.”

“Says who?”

“Thor,” he said and then did his best impression of him. “‘Tis an outstanding piece of comedic plotting!”

Natasha snorted.

“An admirable encapsulation of the pure and true bond which may occur between man and beast. I heartily recommend that you watch it on your theatre box.”

“Well, if it’s heartily recommended…”

He lifted her hand and kissed it with a smile.