anonymous asked:

Imagine Bucky trying to re-learn how to drive a car

"My driving is fine, Steve.”

We are eighty miles over the speed limit.

"Yeah, on an empty road in the middle of nowhere. Don’t be a buzzkill!"

"Would you rather I be roadkill?"

"I was there in Nazi Germany, Steve. I know damn well what your driving looks like.”

"That was different! We were being chased by a tank!"

"And I’m being chased by cops, probably."

"And you think that’s an argument in your favour, do you?"

"Damn right I do."


"Admit it. You’re having fun."

"…little bit."

*whispers:* I needed a little pick-me-up, so I wrote this. Have a little Han-Leia fluff on your dash, I hope it makes you smile.

Title: Rewards

Summary: Han does a little laundry and thinks back on the best bad decision he’s ever made.

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I was trying a new action on Photoshop and, well…I kinda did a thing. I wasn’t sure I was going to post it, but I thought maybe you guys might like it? Anyway, click if you want to see it full size! (Highly recommended, but totally up to you)

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A Sturdy Desk [Cullen x Trevelyan][NSFW]

Available here on Archive of Our Own, for those who find tumblr troublesome to read on.

At first he hadn’t seen her, just another face in his office that blended in with those of the scouts and soldiers to whom he issued orders and gave reports. The late evening and dim lighting in his office didn’t help him in realising who the soldier in the back was. Nor that she hung back towards the wall, slightly behind the open door hidden in shadow.

"Rylen’s men will monitor the situation." He instructed, gesturing towards one scout.

"Yes ser." She saluted. "We’ll begin preparations at once." Her orders received, the scout crossed towards the door. She brushed it with her shoulder as she had to weave between two of her own comrades.

"In the meantime, we’ll send soldiers to…" The movement of the door caught Cullen’s attention as he looked up from a report he was handing off. One less person was in his office gave him a better view to the back wall. Across the room he caught the gaze of the 'soldier' in shadow and knew her.

Knew the faint coy, curve of her lips and the way she stood with her weight on one hip. Knew the long mess of blonde hair, falling in waves across her shoulders. Slightly damp - she’d had a bath.

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