hi. my name is kait, and

and it feels really good to actually say this to the world, so thank you for listening. 🌈

i just want to thank everyone for the absolute outpouring of support since i randomly, spur of the moment posted this. i didn’t plan on coming out, but i’ve literally known this my entire life and, until about 3 years ago, i never actually had a name for it. i always felt like something was wrong with me, and it’s good to know that that’s not the case, after almost 20+ years living with this bottled up inside. it means so much to me that i’m surrounded by such positive energy. thank you, a million times 💜💙💗

also i must quickly clarify this so people don’t think i’m being fake, or lying. just because i have a husband, does not mean i’m still not bisexual. i have always been attracted to both males and females, but fell in love with a man. without you having too much details about my life, just know that i’ve dabbled enough to know i definitely also like women 😉

I’m so happy for you!!! Welcome Kait!

Numb (Part 1)

Synopsys: For two years the reader has been pining over Bucky, yet he’s been completely oblivious, despite having feelings for the girl himself. So when at a party, the Reader sees him flirting with someone else, she is done. She just wants to feel numb.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: swearing, nothing much in this part; incredibly shitty description of the plot :D

Genre: angst

Word count: 2665

The booming bass of the techno music reverberated through Y/N’s legs, making her blood feel like it was bouncing to the rhythm. She had been sitting in the company of her fellow Avengers and just talking, having a good time, as Tony, of course, had decided to throw a gala to celebrate whatever. That is until her eyes befell on a certain dark-haired super soldier. He was sitting by the bar, a dark blue button up and black jeans adorning his frame, but most of all, his arm was wrapped around a woman’s figure as they whispered things into one another’s ears.    Now, it wasn’t Y/N’s place to tell Bucky who he could date and who he couldn’t. They were friends, really good ones, but nothing more. Even though the girl thought she was pretty obvious with her affectionate displays and the messages she was sending, hoping there could be something more. But apparently not.    When Steve had caught her gaze still on the pair, he wanted to pull Y/N up. To lead her to the dance floor and make her forget about them, but he was too late. His own heart ached for the Y/H/C haired girl and eyes filled with fury looking at his best friend and how dumb he could be to not see who actually cared for him and wanted to be with him.    Nat was managing the bar, having a conversation with Rhodey while doing so, but the instant she saw Y/N approaching concern could be evident in the green eyes.    “Give me a vodka bottle,” Y/N outstretched a hand.    “Sweetie, I don-“ Nat started but was immediately cut off by the woman.    “Please, Nat. Just give me the bottle.”    There was such pleading, such pain in the young Avenger’s eyes, she couldn’t not obey and taking a full unopened bottle handed it to Y/N. Rhodey looked down at his drink and clenched and un-clenched his palms as to not break Bucky’s nose with how oblivious he was being. 

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This is aTHORable!!!

If you are offended by “grab her by the pussy,” but not by Amy Schumer bragging about taking advantage of a guy so drunk he could barely stay conscious, *and* being applauded for it, then you are part of the problem.

“Infinity War Writers Say Avengers 4 is Even Bigger & Better.”

Civil War (part 6)

Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: protective bucky, pregnancy, violence and fluff

A/N: My depression is working up again, but writing can cheer me up. :)

Summary: What Steve doesn’t know when he tries to find Bucky, is that Bucky build a life for himself and his pregnant girlfriend.

‘‘(Y/N)?’‘ A large cold hand shakes you gently awake, making you moan in annoyance. ‘‘Bucky.’‘ You yawn while stretching your arms. ‘‘I wanna sleep.’‘ You whine at him, opening your eyes slowly. 

His blue light blue sapphire eyes gaze into your (E/C) ones, and his plump pink lips spread in a grin. Your hands reach for him and he holds you, your hands curling in his hair. Soft breaths are being blown against your hair, making the little curls against your temple move. Two hands -one metal, one flesh- rub your back. A groan escapes your wicked mouth. ‘’My back hurts.’’ 

Ten knuckles rub your spine, almost making you purr like a cat. Your large stomach bumps against his muscular chest. ‘’Where are we?’’ You breath out while kissing his jaw. 

‘‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. We’re in Siberia.’‘ Your body goes rigid at his words, Siberia? 

‘‘How long did we fly?’‘ Bucky lets go of you and his brows furrow in concern. ‘‘Not very long, why? Are you alright?’‘ Anxiety makes his voice rumble and husky. 

‘‘Yes. I am alright. How fast is this bloody airplane?’‘ You wonder and get up extremely slow. Bucky wraps one arm around your waist and his eyes search for Steve, who’s waiting for the two of you. 

‘‘(Y/N)…’‘ Bucky starts, his eyes avoiding yours. ‘‘We’ll be right back, it won’t take very long.’‘ He says and nods at Steve. 

‘‘What do you mean?’‘ James sighs loud and rolls his eyes. ‘‘Oh no! You’re not gonna leave me here James Buchanan Barnes!’‘ You reject. 

‘‘I told you.’‘ Steve chuckles and looks amused at your fiancé. Bucky glares back at him with a not so amused face. ‘‘Will it be dangerous?’‘ You ask him, tugging at his metal arm. 

‘‘No, probably not. But I don’t want to risk you again babe.’‘ He murmers, defeated. ‘‘You won’t.’‘ You answer him,standing on your toes to place a kiss on his cheek. 

‘‘Please just stay close to me.’‘ Bucky commands you. He holds your hand and squeezes it. The airplane -jet, whatever - opens and the three of you stand still. Bucky takes his long coat off and gives it to you. You put it one and almost moan at the warmth of him. His scent devouring you, manly and metal. 

‘‘You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway beach in the back of that freezer truck?’‘ Steve asks and looks at Bucky sideways. 

‘‘‘Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?’‘ Bucky says back. You smile and are glad that they’re bonding again. Bucky needs his friend, not matter how hard he’ll deny it. 

‘‘You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead.’‘ Steve grins. A jealous feeling flows through your veins. Childish, it’s not like he lived like a monk when he was young. 

‘‘What was her name again?’‘ Bucky says and glances shyly at you. You give him a reassuring nod back. 

‘‘Dolores. You called her Dot.’‘ Steve smiles, staring straight ahead into the snow. 

‘‘She’s gotta be a hundred years old right now.’‘ Bucky says. 

‘‘So are we pal.’‘ Steve sighs and meets Bucky’s eyes. Steve squeezes Bucky’s shoulder and Bucky smiles back with a twinkle in his eyes. At that sight tears threaten your eyes and you try to lighten the mood. 

‘‘I’m carrying a child from a grandpa, fantastic.’‘ You joke sarcastic and Steve and Bucky both start laughing at the same time. 

Even on the coldest days of winter the sun is bright in the sky, bringing joy to your heart. The snow has a purity that elevates your spirit, the world made as pristine as a book ready for new stories. Already your creativity is surging, dancing around the evergreens with the delight of a child. Even the coldness upon your face is refreshing, your body cozy inside Bucky’s warm long coat.

‘‘God I love winter!’‘ You yell and look around you, gazing at the covered mountains. Your breath rises in visible puffs to join the bright clouded sky. 

Breath pale against the numbing air, you blink thoughtfully as the frost patiently kisses your face, captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sit heavy on your eyelashes. You adore the snow, moreso when it is falling.

‘‘Are you coming?’‘ Bucky shouts at you, standing infront of a entrance with Steve. ‘‘Is that a cave?’‘ You shout back and start walking to them. 

But then, you don’t notice the frozen ice near a rock, your foot cracks the ice. However, your balance floats away with a tiny breeze and you shriek in panic. You boot slips, and right before you fall face-first into the snow, two strong hands grab you. 

‘‘Are you alright?’‘ Bucky hugs you tightly and you can feel his heartbeat in his chest. ‘‘Yes, Christ, I didn’t even have time to notice what was happening.’‘ You whisper and tighten your arms around him. 

‘‘Well, I did. My heart nearly jumped out of my throat. Please be more careful.’‘ Bucky pleads and lets go of you. ‘‘Don’t wander off.’‘ You nod at him and follow his footsteps in the snow. 

You enter the cave and gasp. From the inside it’s not even a cave, it looks like a factory a bit. 

‘‘He can’t have been here more than a few hours.’‘ Steve says while looking around. 

‘‘Long enough to wake them up.’‘ Bucky retorts and throws a worried glance at your tiny pregnant figure. 

‘‘‘Who?’‘ You ask them both and sit down on the small staircase. ‘‘That doctor? Did he wake the other Winter Soldiers up?’‘

‘’I don’t hope so.’’ Steve nods and inspects a lift. ‘’Is it safe?’’ Bucky asks and walks over to him. His metal arms reflects the few lights, his hair falls in his face and he strokes it behind his ears. Your eyes travel down his body and a sigh leaves your mouth. Lord, he’s so thick. 

A loud noice viberates in the air, making you shiver. Bucky and Steve turn around, and both look at the door, and then at you. Bucky sprints infront of you and raises his giant gun. Steve shields your body with his own and his gleaming shield. 

‘‘Are you ready?’‘ Steve says. ‘‘Yeah.’‘ 

The iron door opens and your eyes widen when Iron Man opens them. 

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A/N: I wanna buy Bucky’s funko pop so badly, but I’m afraid my parents will think it’s childish. Help 

You do you boo!! Buy all the funko pop figures you want!!!

FUCK ALL 2000 OF EM

So, when I was a kid, my dad was in the army. I was 6 years old when he went to Iraq for a year, leaving my mom, me, and my little brother on our own in Germany. When he called us on the phone, I couldn’t even speak to him without crying. I didn’t understand the gravity of the whole situation. I just missed my dad so much it hurt.

If something had happened to him while he was gone, it would have destroyed me. My entire life would have been shattered, and I would be a completely different person today. So would my brother, and my mom. I can’t even imagine the pain and trauma people go through when they lose a parent like that.

But that’s exactly what you all are wishing upon people with this post. You’re saying you hope people’s parents die. You hope people’s children die. You hope people’s brothers and sisters die.

It’s appalling. You guys get extremely offended over the tiniest fucking things if they might possibly hurt the feelings of someone, somewhere. And then, in the same breath, you declare that you want people to die. That you want my father to die. It’s disgusting, it’s ACTUALLY offensive, and ultimately it reveals that your views aren’t rooted in compassion for others at all.

US soldiers sign up to be soldiers and if something happens to these soldiers while soldiering that’s because they signed up to be soldiers and sometimes soldiers happen to die. People who wish not to traumatize their children and wives with their violent deaths can lower the odds of that happening by not signing their lives away to a war machine.

Lots of real mothers and fathers and literal children have died as a direct result of US military actions abroad in my lifetime alone so if anything is “disgusting” it’s acting like the potential death of a man who ACTIVELY and consciously chose to become a pawn in imperialist chess is a more major concern than, or even a similarly important concern as, the actual dead children that have resulted from the actions of men in the same uniform as him. Civilian casualties are “brothers and sisters” just as much as the animals shooting and bombing said civilians and twice as human. YOUR lack of compassion is made clear by making a post about you because you cannot fathom that people’s lives matter more than your feelings about someone who didn’t even end up dying in combat, unlike countless real people murdered after the invasion of Iraq alone.

Keep this stupid shit to yourself and think about what your whining says about your own lack of compassion.

Don’t preach empathy if you aren’t giving it out. Don’t say “Oh jeez, my dad could have died how much would that have sucked” without recognizing all the people that are sitting in Iraq saying “that person’s dad actually killed my SO or my parent and that really did suck.” Don’t ask for empathy when you have not stopped to consider how heartless your own words are because you are on one side of the conflict and that makes you right. Empathy can apply to the people in Syria, Iraq, and anywhere else we’ve invaded to fuck things up for people. We are the bad guys.

Hoping that 2,000 troops die is SICK.

The Five Times You Fall Asleep on Bucky

Word Count: 2,812

Warnings: None.

A/N: OMG GUYS I LOVE THIS. Enjoyyyy!

1st Time

Closing with a hiss, the quinjet was silent as Tony raised the machine into the air and jetted off back to the city. The mission had been grueling, taking more out of you than you had expected. The team relied on you more nowadays and you took that burden seriously, oftentimes surrendering your needs to help another teammate. This time, you had touched Steve’s shoulder and morphed into him to provide a long-enough distraction for him to sneak past the enemy line and take back the gadget that had been stolen from a top-secret vault and could be very dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands. Naturally, it had. It almost always felt like nothing went right.

Taking on the appearance of others wore you out. It took energy and mental willpower to hold down the façade long enough to make it worthwhile. Plus, the whole fighting the bad guys and trying to not get yourself killed. It drained you.

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