.so i was right! it was stevie wonder's ''you & i'' .beautiful song!

Tipsy - Request

Requested by anon: I would like to request a Sherlock x reader where he has been drugged and how he’s really cute and a little dirty towards her in front of John. Haha like while “high”. Just super fluffy and cute and maybe a little smutty/implied smut/ a little dirty haha. I get if you’re too busy or don’t feel like writing it, no problem. Love you.
& anon: I have a request for you (if youre still taking..?) so sherlock and john gets drunk and sherlock starts hitting on (and gets kissy and touchy) on reader which has been her girlfriend for months xD ?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,026

Warnings: Just like in “The sign of three” this things gives a lot of twists.

A/N: Drunk Sherlock and Watson are my fave, I loved this so much!


Sherlock and John weren’t the kind of men to get drunk every week, however and because of the stress they had been put through in their last case, they decided to go to the bar together.

At first it was just beer and talking and complaining, but then, someone recognized Sherlock and decided to put a little something on his beer which, added up to what he had already drunk, ended up turning him into a dizzy, slurry mess.

John was drunk as well, but for a different reason: he had mixed tequila with beer.

They walked – stumbled – their way back to Baker Street. It wasn’t even ten o’clock when that happened, so both (Y/N) and Mrs. Hudson were up and sharing a cup of tea while the boys came back, doing all kinds of strange noises as they walked in that called both women’s attention.

“What are you two doing here?” Mrs. Hudson asked as she and (Y/N) walked out to the stair case where John and Sherlock were laying. (Y/N) couldn’t help but to laugh at the image and the sound of her laughter caught Sherlock’s attention.

“(Y/N)!” He cheered drunkenly, “AREN’T YOU THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BEING ON EARTH?”

“Wow, someone’s loud tonight.” She joked and Sherlock walked to her and held her tightly against his chest.

“You are sooooo beautiful!” He slurred, “And so hot, would you be my girlfriend?”

“I am already your girlfriend, Sherlock.” (Y/N) spoke clamly, unable to contain the giggle that left her lips.

“I’m such a lucky man I’m jealous of myself …” Sherlock cupped her face and started kissing her passionately, like never before. (Y/N) tried to pull away but Sherlock’s grip was tight and it wasn’t until he needed air that he let go off her.

“You’re so drunk!” She giggled.

“And you’re stunning.” Sherlock mumbled, “Delightful, splendid, a Greek muse right in front of me! DATING ME!”

“Sherlock Holmes is a poet when he’s drunk, what are the chances!” Watson spoke from behind, right before he bursted in a dry laughter. Mrs. Hudson laughed with him and then both women dragged them upstairs.

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Lana Del Rey says Donald Trump helped shape her album ‘Lust For Life’ — and the world needs feminism more than ever.
The singer has returned to the world of music with her fourth studio album in five years.

By Jacqui Swift for The Sun (UK).

LANA DEL REY’s latest album glitters with an all-star cast.
On ‘Lust For Life,’ her most impressive album yet, Lana teams up with heavyweights such as The Weeknd, Stevie Nicks, Sean Ono Lennon and A$AP Rocky.

They are the first collaborations in her career so far, which spans five studio albums, including four in the past five years — an impressive work rate for the Los Angeles-based star.

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Russell T Davies on Steven Moffat

We do not know how lucky we are.

When asked to consider Steven’s finest moments, I was overwhelmed by images. Heores and villains. Battles and beauty. Monsters and children. Then I realised that I’d only got as far as 20 minutes into The Empty Child -round about the joke about Marxism and West End musicals - and had to sit down for a cup of tea.

I think, as fans, we can focus on the detail - Mondasian Cybermen! - at the risk of missing the bigger picture. That picture being, in Steven’s case, that we’ve just seen one of the greatest sci-fi body-horror thriller action-adventure romances (plus comedy) of our entire lives, beamed on to our TVs for less than 10p, written by a world-class master of his craft who’s now so in command of his talent, he’s riffing on ephemera from 1966 and turning it into gold, whisky, sex, whatever turns you on best. We truly do not know how lucky we are to have a man of this calibre writing our favourite show.

Since leaving Doctor Who, I’m approached, now and then, by strangers who remember my withered husk from Doctor Who Confidential. There’s a glint in their eye as they say, “What d’you think of it now?” An awful lot of those people are dying for me to trash it. I think, genuinely, they’re trying to achieve an intimacy. I think, nastily, they want me to say something bad so they can take it online and have some strange sort of fun. And when I say, “I love it!” they often think I’m lying.

I love it. I love every episode the man’s written. I love the other episodes he’s rewritten and I think few people know how many that is. I love the detail, I love the scale, I love the people, I love the jokes. I love the fact that Steven himself is quite down on The Beast Below. The whole of the UK on a spaceship? The whole of the UK is a spaceship? I’d retire there and then, complete. Nope, for him, it just wasn’t good enough.

I love the man, in truth, I love his mind, I love his standards, I love his rigour, his darkness, his kindness, his ambition, his love of TV. I love the man who wrote the very last line of Coupling, which shows what a lovely human being he is.

I love his women. Consider, in bad fiction, which is most fiction, how women’s roles, which have suffered so many years of neglect that they can be summarised as ‘women’s roles’, fall into the same old categories. They are reduced to the Mother, the Wife, the Daughter, the Bride. Agents of sex and childbirth, nothing more.

But then look at what Steven does with those categories. The Bride stands tall at her reception - literally in her wedding dress - and summons the Doctor back itno existence with an Old Maid’s rhyme. When the Bride has a Daughter, it’s a vital part of a galaxy-spanning revenge. The Daughter then becomes the Wife, a woman of such swagger and joy and tenderness, the Time Lord finally falls in love. We’re not done yet. A lesser category pops up, the Dominatrix, complete with eye-patch, but don’t worry, the Bride who’s the Mother of the Daughter who’s the Wife kills her stone dead! Then a lesbian travels the universe and everyone adores her. And nestling at the heart of the show is Doctor Who’s very own problem category, the Companion, a title inherently subordinate to the Man. Until Clara comes along! Companion to every single moment in the Doctor’s life. A woman so strong that in her first appearance, and her last, Death itself cannot stop her. A decade before Wonder Woman, Steven started weaving his own vast female mythology across the stars, in a funny old children’s show on Saturday teatimes.

I could mansplain all day, but the other thing I love in Steven’s writing is the complexity. I’ve heard some tiny, distant rumours that some people might have a problem with that. But I think it’s the very thing that will ensure Doctor Who’s logevity. You see, in the old days, us older fans fell in love with this show because it was porous. It had gaps. It was cheap, it was rushed, it was lovely and brave and unapologetic, using three walls in Lime Grove to create an entire Dalek invasion of Earth. All those gaps allowed us in. We imagined the offstage armies. We embraced the wobbles and bumps. If Sutekh had a secret hand on his cushion, we hooted, or invented a reason why (Clara!). But we either imagined it better, or saw how good it was underneath. Which is exactly like falling in love.

Now, the modern show has a lot more money. You can see those armies centre-stage. Gallifrey is so gorgeous, it has a spare city. Cyber-fleets can explode behind Rory’s head as a throwaway joke. And sometimes, a lossy show allows the mind the slide off. But Steven has created a brand-new porous surface. He invites us into the plots. He gives us stories which vault and somersault and double-back and trick and trap and treat. It’s not so much porous, it’s more like a great big spinning double helix and we’re clinging on, spinning for our lives, and yelling with joy. Yes, it’s complicated, but that’s wonderful. It will keep people thinking about the show forever.

Okay, my favourite moment? It’s my favourite joke. A Good Man Goes to War. Rory approaches River Song in the Storm Cage, and she says she’s been on a date with the Doctor, to the frost fair in 1814. “He got Stevie Wonder to sing for me underneath London Bridge.” And for a second, there’s that lovely shiver as you anticipae the punchline. “Don’t tell him.”

That’s a small momnt from a man who’s created empires. But a favourite joke is a beautiful thing. I just looked up the line and it turns out, I’ve long since paraphrased it, but that’s even better - like I said, Steven makes us part of the text, and now I own it! The point is, I think of that line every few days. Literally, a couple of times a week, every week. Every now and then, when I’m washing up or watching TV, or walking into town, or whatever, it pops into my head. “Don’t tell him.” And I laugh. I laugh, every single time. It’s been making me laugh for six years and it will make me laugh for the rest of my life. Very few people can write a line capable of that.

We have been so lucky.

The Five Things You Know, and the One You Don’t

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2567

A/N:  back for round twoooo…..I feel like we all need some Bucky fluff right now

Originally posted by seabasschino

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Rob Sheffield Rates One Direction Members' Solo Careers So Far
From Harry Styles to Zayn Malik, how each member is faring musically – and how they've addressed the breakup in the press

By Rob Sheffield Aug 3, 2017 10 hours ago

It’s official: All five lads in One Direction have kicked off their solo careers. Ever since 1D went on hiatus in late 2015 – we can only hope it’s temporary – the world has been eager to hear what kind of history they’ll make on their own. Some have dropped full-fledged albums; others are still getting their toes wet. But in the great Beatle tradition, they’re all speaking their minds about the breakup, in the press and in their songs – whether they’re dishing out praise or shade. Here’s a handy guide to the story so far.

Louis Tomlinson

Solo music: Working on his first solo album after releasing one single, “Just Hold On,” a banging duet with electronic DJ Steve Aoki. The most prolific songwriter in 1D – and the most continually surprising – so “Just Hold On” feels like just a taste of what he can do, more a teaser for glories to come than a proper solo debut.

Solo mystique: “Just Hold On” gained emotional resonance from the way he debuted it on The X Factor just a week after the tragic death of his mother from leukemia, making it sound like a heartfelt tribute.

Sounds like: Skrillex plus Diplo plus Calvin Harris times Stevie Wonder plus Howard Jones.

Sample lyric: “What do you do when the chapter ends?/Do you close the book and never read it again?”

Fighting words: “Niall, for example. He’s the most lovely guy in the world. Happy-go-lucky Irish, no sense of arrogance. And he’s fearless. There are times I’ve thought: ‘I’d have a bit of that.’ Zayn has a fantastic voice. Harry comes across very cool. Liam’s all about getting the crowd going, doing a bit of dancing. And then there’s me.”

Equivalent Beatle record: George’s “What Is Life?”

Harry Styles

Solo music: His debut was a Number One hit (obviously) and a deeply personal singer-songwriter statement (which wasn’t obvious at all), steering away from celebrity glitz. “Sign of the Times,” a five-minute piano ballad that’s long and rambling and downright weird, made up in the studio on the spot, nonetheless went Top Ten. He kicks off his first solo tour this fall.

Solo mystique: He’s making his mark as a credible adult rocker without the slightest hint of shade at his pop fans – which is merely the most difficult trick in show biz. He takes the all-smiles Paul McCartney exit ramp while Zayn has gone for John Lennon–style beef. And “Two Ghosts” drops sly hints about Taylor Swift – he even sings about a refrigerator light, an in-joke for Swifties everywhere – showing that he loves to keep everyone guessing.

Sounds like: Mick Jagger plus Harry Nilsson plus Taylor Swift plus Badfinger plus Donovan times Stevie Nicks.

Sample lyric: “You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky.”

Fighting words: “How can you say young girls don’t get it? They’re our future. Our future doctors, lawyers, mothers, presidents, they kind of keep the world going. Teenage girl fans – they don’t lie. If they like you, they’re there.”

Equivalent Beatle record: Paul’s Band on the Run

Zayn Malik

Solo music: He quit 1D bitterly in 2014, calling them “generic.” His R&B debut Mind of Mine went Number One in 2016, as did his single “Pillowtalk.” The soft-porn video with model Gigi Hadid was his inevitable “hello, I’ve just left a boy band, so let me announce I am in favor of sex-having” statement. If Gigi is his Yoko, this was his Plastic Hadid Band. He also dueted with Taylor Swift on a Fifty Shades of Greysoundtrack theme.

Solo mystique: Talks about how repressed he felt in the group, yet hasn’t quite backed it up with his pleasantly blah solo music. His best solo hit, “BeFoUr,” comes on like a dis of his ex-bandmates, who made the album Four right BeFoUr he quit – and the capitalized letters suggest he’s sending them a Big FU.

Sounds like: early the Weeknd meets late the Weeknd, with a side order of George Michael circa Listen Without Prejudice.

Sample lyric: “I don’t drink to get drunk/I feel all the right funk.”

Fighting words: “That’s not music I would listen to. Would you listen to One Direction, say, at a party with your girl? I wouldn’t. To me, that’s not an insult, that’s me as a 22-year-old man. As much as I was in that band, and I loved everything that we did, that’s not music that I would listen to.”

Equivalent Beatle record: John’s “How Do You Sleep?”

Niall Horan

Solo music: The Irish guitar boy, always a hit with the moms, scored a great solo hit last fall with the understated and beautiful folkie ballad “This Town.” As a nostalgic breakup song, it doubled as a bittersweet farewell to the group. His second solo single, “Slow Hands,” goes for a sultrier, even bluesier vibe, with lyrics about making out.

Solo mystique: He’s unflaggingly loyal to the group – he’s the one who talks about how it’s inevitable they’ll get back together – and he’s stuck to his long-running monogamous relationship with his acoustic guitar.

Sounds like: James Taylor meets Ed Sheeran, with Bonnie Raitt on lead guitar.

Sample lyric: “Slow hands/Like sweat dripping down our laundry.”

Fighting words: “When One Direction come back we’ll still have albums left to do. … It’s been a year and a bit already. We don’t want to put a time on it. But when that phone call does come, no matter whoever it comes from, we’re back again.”

Equivalent Beatle record: Ringo’s “Photograph”

Liam Payne

Solo music: The last to test the solo waters, Liam recently dropped “Strip That Down,” a party-hearty flop with Ed Sheerhan and Migos’ Quavo that missed the Top 40. He can do better – he cowrote some of 1D’s finest tunes – so it’s tough to guess why he even released it. He also just became a dad: Welcome to the world, Bear Payne!

Solo mystique: He gets personal about breaking free from 1D in “Strip That Down.” But it’s bizarre to hear Liam sing about hitting the club to chug rum and grind on groupies – it doesn’t ring true from a guy who just had a baby with one of England’s most famous models, Cheryl Cole. Quavo adds the unfortunate hook “She gonna strip it down for a thug” – there are many words to describe Liam, but “thug” doesn’t make the top ten thousand.

Sounds like: Lil Jon plus Wham! plus Nu Shooz plus Huey Lewis plus the News.

Sample lyric: “I used to be in 1D/Now I’m out free/People want one thing from me/That’s not me.”

Fighting words: “Everyone is now free to do their own thing in music and explore the music. I was worried that people would take it negatively but it’s not meant to be in that sense at all. None of us left the band; we’re on hiatus still, and what a great hiatus it’s been so far.”

Equivalent Beatle record: Paul’s “Spies Like Us.”

anonymous asked:

hi! could you do a harry imagine where he comes backstage after the gig with stevie and hes all happy but he starts crying (in a cool way) because he loves her sm and you comfort him, thank you!💖💖

Hi! So in honor of Stevie’s birthday, I just had to write and post this one. I hope you like it :) x.

Leather and Lace

I’d been trying to hold it together for the last twenty minutes. The show was over, the crowd for the most part was dispersing and leaving the Troubadour, with a few clusters of fans here and there chatting. The music was still ringing in my ears, the feedback from the guitar now long gone yet still managing to vibrate and shake throughout my body. I stood frozen in my spot on the balcony where I’d sat next to James to watch Harry. The stage was now empty, the spotlights now making it seem more like a distant memory, or a time capsule from a completely different era - one that I’d seen in old magazines from decades ago.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just witnessed. Harry had just sung with Stevie Nicks. Stevie fucking Nicks! To say I was a fan of hers would be an understatement. Stevie was my idol. My queen. The reason I’d wanted to be a musician since I was twelve.

I hadn’t known she would be there. Harry hadn’t told me. Whether it was because he wanted it to be a surprise, or because he was afraid I would freak out and be nervous for him, therefore making him all the more nervous, I didn’t know. But maybe it was a little of both.

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Bucky’s Girl |Series| 3/?

Originally posted by bartowskis

Summary: You’re dating Bucky Barnes, it’s good. It’s beautiful. Steve, his best friend has had a crush on you, wayy before Bucky returned. (Series)
Warnings: Angst/ inspired by that one story in Love Actually but kinda not/
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Wade Wilson, Negasonic, Colossus, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker & Sharon Carter.

Inspired by the song Jessie Girl - Rick Springfield

Part One * Part Two * Part Three * Part Four * Part Five

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Steve knew listening to Wade was a bad idea, worse than listening to Stark. Yet, his idea was stupidly great. It was bullet proof in a sense, there was no way it would fall back on him if he did it correctly. He just had to wait till you and Bucky started wedding planning to act, which he didn’t have to wait long at all because you were so excited to start. In fact, within a week you were already looking for venues because they were always the hardest to grab.

“We have a year, even longer to plan anything,” Bucky practically whined one morning jog to Steve, making him chuckle lightly through the puffs of air. “And she’s already looking at venues”

“She’s excited, Buck.” Steve glances at him, “Aren’t you?”

Bucky all but grinned and chuckled. “Of course I am, I just think it’s a little early, ‘tis all. She’s acting like we have to get married next month; we got the rest of our lives together.” Steve nodded in agreement, “I have to go look at three places this weekend.”

“I thought you and Nat had that Russian poker night this weekend?”

Russian poker night was usually, drinking and intense games of cards. Steve, honestly, hated them. He couldn’t play that’s why but it was the betting, plus Nat’s competitive trait that made the whole experience awful. He loved Nat, he just didn’t like playing games against her, always preferred to pick her for teams; considering she was hell bent on winning whatever it was.

Bucky exhaled, “I gotta take a rain check because we’re leaving town to look, plus having to end up staying a night and looking the next day because of the appointments.”

Steve nodded and looked ahead, Sam jogging in front. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed in thought as he contemplated his friends’ dilemma. He really did want to help Bucky; he knows how much the time with Nat and Clint means to him. He loved them both, especially Clint. Sharpshooters, it was destined for friendship.

He also saw this as a great opportunity to start the plan. Wade would want him to take this chance, is he really listening to the devil on his right shoulder, right now? The voice of reason could be faintly heard in the background, it sounded a lot like Sam. Maybe because he is yelling at them both.

“On your left”, “On your right.” Both super soldiers yell as they pass their other best friend, who continues to yell obscenities at them.

Steve lets the silence sit between them as he thinks over how to word his thoughts. “If you want, since I’m the best man, I could go instead.” Bucky looks over at him, bringing his jogging to a stop and Steve does the same. “I mean if you want me to. I’m happy to step in and help, plus Y/N is my friend and it’s not like she’s picking one then and there. It’s looking; I’ll come back and tell you my opinions. I don’t know it’s a suggestion.” Steve shrugged, scratching the back of his neck out of nerves.

Bucky thinks over his best friends’ suggestion, shrugging also. “I don’t see why not, I trust your judgement better than anybody’s, heck it’s why I’m dating Y/N.”

And that led to the hour car trip with you singing in the passenger seat travelling to the first appointment.

Which the first appointment was extravagant, Tony had booked you to view The Plaza Hotel, a grand building that held luxurious events and overpaid Wedding ceremonies. Yet, he wanted you to look at it and see if you actually liked what they offered, although Steve knew you preferred something smaller. Fewer chandeliers and ballrooms, well that’s his opinion anyway.

“Bride and groom, I assume?” A woman greeted with a smile as you entered.

You shake your head lightly, “No, Bride and Best man, the groom had other obligations today.” You explain light-heartedly, Steve smiling with his hands in his jean pockets.

The woman named, Rachel, nodded and led you towards the room where the ceremony is held.  Giving a few little tidbits of information along the way; how Bridal suite is complimentary, how valet is offered and at $65 per car. Steve was stunned with how much this wedding would cost at this venue alone just from the price of fucking parking.

Both rooms shown were stunning. Grand halls, filled with chairs and tables, looking straight out of a movie scene. Steve let his eyes drift over to you, you were glancing up in awe as Rachel told you about the chandeliers, explaining every detail if you were in this room. You looked mesmerised, yet he didn’t see that twinkle. That urgency to have this venue, you didn’t feel this place was right and he knew that.

“What do you think, Stevie?” you called out to him, Steve looked up to see you and Rachel looking at him. “I trust your opinion, considering both Groom and Maid of Honour are off playing cards.” You gave a little shrug.

Steve chuckles and gives a soft exhale, stepping forward. “I mean, it’s beautiful,” he begins, “if you like this sort of thing.” Rachel frowns, “I don’t know, it’s flashy and big. Perfect for Stark, I personally wouldn’t pick a place this to get married but it’s not my wedding.”

“That’s right, it isn’t your wedding,” Rachel smirked and looked at you, “it’s yours and we have wonderful caterers. A wedding cake made by Ron Ben-Israel or Sylvia Weinstock,” she smiled smugly.

You let Steve’s words settle in and Rachel’s. “Well, what do you like?” You asked Steve suddenly and he took a long pause to think.

“I don’t know, I always pictured maybe a quaint little church, I’m traditional. I wouldn’t want the venue to take away from her beauty” he looked at you, you nodded once. “I’d want it just simple, yet modern. I’m not the same guy I was back in the forties, I have to adjust, and then I think the evening after the ceremony. Courtyard, I love the outdoors and I’ve had some of my best memories outside. Not too many people, on my side anyway. I’m a simple man, I guess.” He shrugged it all off, “plus, Laura Barton makes the best cakes.”

As Rachel begins to talk again you allow Steve’s vision of a wedding settle into your mind, honestly, it sounded so perfect. It sounded right. You didn’t want or need this flashy venue, it was beautiful but it wasn’t you. It wasn’t a place you ever pictured getting married nor was it calling out for you. So, you ended the appointment early and decided to find somewhere to have lunch.

“I didn’t put you off did I?” Steve asked sheepishly, you looked up at him as you crossed the busy New York street. “You seemed to really like that place, I don’t want to force my views onto you Y/N, I’d never want you to feel uncomfortable or that this day would be less important because of what I said.”

You smiled, always the worrier. “No, it’s the opposite. The Plaza isn’t somewhere I pictured myself ever getting married; I mean it’s gorgeous and grand. It’s just lacking that…” You trailed as you tried to find the words.

“Special something?” You nodded in agreement, “I’m sure you’ll find the perfect venue and you’ll know that that’s where you wanna get married.”

You shrugged with a small smile, “Hopefully, I think this is gonna be fun. You helping me, I should have picked you instead for my Maid of Honour.” You chuckled as Steve laughed; you linked your arm through his and led him towards your favourite sandwich place.

“Nat would have killed me,” you nodded with a little giggle.

*Last Venue Appointment*

“This is it.” You whisper as you glanced around the beautiful chapel, “I have that feeling; I want to get married here. This is where I wanna marry Bucky,” you grin at Steve who nodded as he looked around; he had to admit this was perfect.

Beautiful stainless windows, the sun casting perfectly, reflecting the beautiful pictures on the stone floor. Oak benches all lined and facing the altar; it was just classical and perfect. You had fallen madly in love with the place, only it was high demand and every Bride wanted traditional, that was unexpected considering Steve was said to be old-fashioned.

“They have next month or two years from now,” you sighed unhappily to Steve who wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “This is the place, Steve, I know it and it’s my rotten luck it’s gotta be either too early or so late.”

Steve held you and his mind drifted, well his mind shifted into Wade Wilson’s mindset. Bucky had mentioned how fast this was moving, how it was like you wanted to get married next month. He obviously hadn’t said anything to you about the pace, the nice metaphorical angel was screaming on his left shoulder to bite his tongue.

“I mean, if this is the place you should take it,” you pulled away and looked at Steve. “Either date seem fine; Nat can plan a wedding in under a month, especially with Pepper’s help! Or… wait two years, you’ll still love Bucky the same as you do now, considering you’re marrying him.”

Either option worked well for Steve. High pressured stressful environment between you and Bucky, rushing to plan a wedding in less than four weeks or two years to make you realise, you should be marrying him. It seemed to work well on either case.

“I should call Bucky,” you trailed and looked at your phone. “I mean, you’re right, right? Natasha has planned missions in under an hour; this isn’t any different to that. Plus I don’t really want to wait, has Bucky said anything about dates or?”

Shit. Think of something, Rogers.

“Uh-nope, not a thing about dates,” that wasn’t a lie. Bucky had never brought of dates, he had mentioned how fast paced this seemed but you didn’t ask the right question for that answer.

And this whole thing has led to Steve having to awkwardly leave the apartment as you and Bucky argued over your rushed behaviour when you returned home that Sunday evening. He met Wade at the bar, where his friend Weasel tends. Sat on the bar stool, hoodie on and baseball cap, he glances at Wade after spilling the entire weekend story to him and Weasel.

“Well, fuck,” Wade says through his suit and looks at Steve who just nods. “I, honest to god, didn’t think you had it in you.” He pats Steve broad shoulder and points to Weasel, “He deserves a drink on the house.”

Steve sighed as Weasel hands him another beer, “I didn’t either but the little devil on my shoulder wouldn’t shut up!”

“I am the voice of reason,” Wade holds his glass high, probably grinning under his mask.

“You mean stupidity.” Weasel counters, “Why did you listen to him? He refused to talk to Vanessa because of his ugly mug, understandable but still, dating advice from a fuck-face.”

Steve chuckled and shrugged, “Desperate.”

They nodded at one another, “stick with me kid and you’ll be banging Bucky’s girl in no time,” Wade patted Steve’s shoulder as Weasel rolled his eyes and Steve exhaled loudly.

(Sorry that it takes me forever to update this series, I was just trying to format how the other parts would pan out if I decided a certain thing. a lot of rewriting, I am undecided on the ending of this, yet. - Rosalee)

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Our last first dance

(A/N): I think I have a bit of writer’s block so instead of messing up everyone’s request to help get over it I decided to write this to help myself out

Summary: The story of (Y/N) and Bucky’s last and first dance together

Warnings: angst?

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor

Originally posted by everythingrelationshipsx

(I also got inspiration for this fic from the song It’s been a long, long time by Harry James and Kitty Kallen) 

 Never thought that you would be
Standing here so close to me
There’s so much I feel that I should say
But words can wait until some other day

   (Y/N) and Bucky gently swayed to the soft music playing in the air, slowly moving in time with the music. Bucky was dressed in his uniform, ready to be shipped out and (Y/N) was wearing something far less fancy but Bucky found them just as radiant in the dim lighting in their old, ratty clothes as he did when they were dressed to the nines. His arms were wrapped around (Y/N)’s waist, loosely, his face nuzzled into the crook of their neck as they held him tightly, little heartbreaking sniffles falling from their lips. 

   The silence over the two had been heavy, both of them too scared to break it, neither one even knowing what words to say. They had both said their goodbyes earlier that week, the thought of having to say goodbye on that particular day just too heartbreaking for either of them to handle. 

   It was only a few hours until Bucky had to leave, until he had to go fight men, murder them. They both knew there was a good chance that he wasn’t going to come back, there had already been so many reports of men who had died that it was almost common now to hear about it but neither one of them had accepted that particular thought yet. 

   Bucky reaches up, gently running a hand over (Y/N)’s hair as he gently sways back and forth with them, slowly moving in a small circle. They’d been dancing for god knows how long, long enough that it was now dark and Bucky’s feet were starting to ache but he didn’t want to stop- he didn’t want this to ever stop. 

   Eventually the song began to draw to a close, the soft crackling of the record ending filling the room. The swaying stops but Bucky won’t let go of (Y/N), not yet at least. He holds them against him as much as he can without hurting them, his eyes beginning to brim with tears. He didn’t want to leave (Y/N), he didn’t want to have to leave them here all alone, no one to keep them warm during the winter, no one to dance with them in the evenings, no one to take to science conventions, no one to read to every night, no one to bathe with- (Y/N) would have no one. 

“When you get back," (Y/N) whispers, their voice hoarse with emotion. “I can make you some nice food, maybe open up that bottle of wine we’ve been saving?” Bucky’s heart aches in his chest as he nods, his fingers going numb as he grips the back of (Y/N)’s shirt, his knuckles nearly white as he does. 

   “Yeah- yeah, that sounds nice,” (Y/N) smiles sadly, their eyes twinkling with emotion. 

   “We can invite Stevie over, have a nice reunion,” Bucky smiles at them, an actual genuine smile. God- they looked so beautiful, with those shining eyes and soft lips, those slightly pink cheeks and that wonderful messy hair. Bucky reaches out with his left hand, gingerly tucking a strand of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear. 

   “That sounds great doll,” Bucky gently nuzzles his nose against their own, breathing in their scent for the last time. His eyes catch the time on the old clock nailed to their living room wall, the old hands reading that it was nearly 7:45; he only had two hours left to get to his post. 

   “I’ve got to go (Y/N),” Bucky whispers, his voice straining against his will to cry. (Y/N) nods their head, sighing shakily as they do. 

   “I guess you do,” Bucky gives them another smile as he presses a gentle kiss to their lips, slowly starting to uncurl his arms from their body. (Y/N) kisses back, all their love and passion exuded into this one kiss- their last kiss. Bucky eventually pulls away, knowing that if he didn’t now then he never would. With one last sad smile Bucky pulls away, grabbing his suit cases that had been cautiously placed by the front door. “I’ll see you soon Barnes,” (Y/N) smiles at him as they rest their head against a wall, their eyes brimming with tears once again. 

   “I’ll see you soon Doll,” 

You’ll never know how many dreams
I’ve dreamed about you.
Or just how empty they all seemed without you.

   (Y/N) awoke with an abrupt scream, their entire being quivering as they clutched their sheets to their chest. 

  “Bucky- Bucky I just had the worst nightmare-” But when (Y/N) reached out to hold Bucky like they usually did they found his side of the bed empty, the sheets cold. Oh…it hadn’t been a nightmare. 

   All these years and Bucky was still haunting (Y/N)’s dreams, leaving them reeling from the past. It was nearly 1992 and that man was still glued into (Y/N)’s memories like a bug. Usually losing someone didn’t hurt this much- after all, being a god came with the price of leaving behind loved ones but (Y/N) had learned to get over it. They’d lived a thousand lives, married a thousand people and yet none of them had hurt as much as Bucky did. 

   With a sigh (Y/N) flopped back onto their sweaty sheets, their heart aching from the pain of their dream. It had felt so real; (Y/N) had only ever heard stories about Bucky’s death but in their dreams (Y/N) could see his face as he fell to his death, heard the snap of his bones as he hit the snowy earth. Tears well within (Y/N)’s eyes and they try to rub them away using the palm of their hands but the dream was too raw- too fresh even to this day.

    God- (Y/N) would do anything to have Bucky by their side, smiling at them softly as he tenderly held them, just the way he did all those years ago. (Y/N) looks over to the vacant side of the bed, sighing shakily as they attempt to reign in their tears. The sight of the empty bed was starting to get too much for (Y/N) to handle so they flip over, hugging their sheets to their chest as they willed themself to go back to sleep- praying to whatever entity out there that Bucky wouldn’t make a reappearance in their dreams again. 

    Years had ticked by, nearly 20 years before (Y/N) finally had some form of closure. It had been a simple work day, go to the coffee shop across the street, spend a few hours there and then head home to get some shut eye. What they didn’t expect was too walk right into the middle of an arrest it looked like- a million cop cars surrounding the square. (Y/N)’s eyes search over the crowd, landing on one particular man. He wore a white shirt and some plain pants and he looked almost similar to the last time (Y/N) saw him all those years ago. 

   “Steve?” (Y/N) breathes out, cocking their head to the side. No…it wasn’t possible, Steve had died the same year as Bucky, there was no way- (Y/N)’s train of thought becomes derailed as the patriotic man turns around the square, looking around before his eyes landed on them. His eyebrows furrow and his lips part in surprise and recognition, his usually stoic features suddenly morphing. 

  “(Y/N)?” Steve calls out, his whole body turning to face them. “Is that you?” The rest of the group, the cops, some darkly dressed man, all the city people all turn to looks at (Y/N), their eyes raking over their form in scrutiny. 

   (Y/N) gulps as they walk forward, completely ignoring the way the police officer’s tensed up. 

   “Yeah Stevie,” (Y/N) smiles a bit, hoping they didn’t look to guilty. (Y/N) had never told Bucky or Steve about their condition, about the fact that they were a literal god. It seemed rather pointless if the two were just going to die someday but now Steve was alive, standing there and staring right back at (Y/N).  “It’s me,” 

   (Y/N)’s mouth ran dry as they flipped through Steve’s mission report, their eyes raking over all the information. 

   “H-He’s alive?” (Y/N) squeaks, their voice unable to do much else. 

   “I saw his face (Y/N), he looked at me and didn’t even recognize me…he didn’t even know his own name,” (Y/N) sighs shakily, throwing the folder across the table and at Fury, someone they had gotten to know well these last few years. All the repressed pain was slowly starting to boil back up, threatening to overflow if (Y/N) didn’t do anything about it. 

   “Steve, I can’t-” 

   “I know it’s painful (Y/N) but-” 

   “Steve, I said I can’t. I have watched him die over and over again, every single night since the report and I can’t- I can’t watch it again…” 

   “So you’re not gonna help us?” 

   “I’m sorry Steve,” (Y/N) sighs, standing from their chair as they do. “But I’m out,” 

    “Which version of Bucky am I talking to?” Steve asks, his eyes soft as he gazed at his best friend. Bucky sighs softly, squeezing his eyes shut as he attempts to recall his memories all of which had been clouded by years and years of brainwashing. 

  “I-I-” Bucky trails off at the sound of footsteps, the soft light ones that sounded painfully familiar. 

  “Steve, god, do you know how hard it was to sneak out of that place?” (Y/N)’s voice. It was (Y/N)’s voice. Bucky’s head perks up just a bit at their voice, his mind recollecting a few memories from their past, a past they had shared together. 

   “I never did get that reunion (Y/N),” Bucky looks up, his gaze connecting with (Y/N)’s. (Y/N) seemingly gulps, their eyes glazed over as they look at him, their expression unreadable. 

   “It’s been kinda hard to cook a nice meal when we’re on the run Buck,” (Y/N) suddenly smiles, making Bucky’s heart flutter just a bit. “God- can we stop holding him back like some animal?” (Y/N) demands harshly, looking away from Bucky for a split second. Steve quickly nods as he helps Bucky maneuver his arm out of the makeshift weight he and Sam had improvised. Bucky moves his arm immediately, gingerly rubbing at the plates. (Y/N) sighs, muttering a quick ‘thank you’ before they drop down beside Bucky, running their fingers along his arm. 

   “It doesn’t hurt doll-” Bucky pauses when (Y/N) grabs his hand, lacing their fingers together. 

   “It’s nice to see you again…jerk,” 

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again.
It’s been a long, long time.
Haven’t felt like this, my dear
Since I can’t remember when.
It’s been a long, long time

   The soft music of some old record player was almost warm in the cold lab, the colorful notes a stark contrast to the white everything, the walls, the tables, even Bucky’s clothes were white. This time the two continued to sway softly, only now Bucky could only do it with one arm, his other one stuck in some hydra base far, far away. His face was nuzzled into (Y/N)’s neck once again as the two slowly danced together, just like the old days. 

   There was no heavy atmosphere this time, instead it was light and happy, there was no need for goodbyes or tears, there was no need to rush their dancing, no reason for last anythings. Rather they had new beginnings, this wasn’t some sad, last dance instead it was a peaceful first dance, and they were going to make the most of it.  

   “I’ve missed you Barnes,” (Y/N) whispers, resting their head against Bucky’s chest, just above his beating heart. Bucky smiles, nuzzling against (Y/N) just a tiny bit more. 

  “I’ve missed you too,” Bucky whispers back, placing a gentle kiss to (Y/N)’s neck. (Y/N) hums, as they slowly step in time with the music, their soft vibrations also in time with the music. 

  “So kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again,’ (Y/N) sings along, their voice just as soft as the music. “Haven’t felt like this, my dear since I can’t remember when, it’s been a long, long time,” Bucky smirks as he pulls away, just enough to nudge (Y/N)’s nose up using his own given his one arm was wrapped around their waist snugly. (Y/N) looks at him for a second or two before he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to their lips. (Y/N)’s just about to kiss back when Bucky pulls away, smirking up a damn storm. But before (Y/N) could even begin to complain Bucky kisses them once again, giving them a sweet taste before pulling back once again. 

  “Barnes if you don’t properly kiss me-” This time Bucky leans in and stays there, kissing (Y/N) as sweetly as he could manage. (Y/N) whimpers against his lips as they reach up to cup his cheeks, kissing him back with just as much passion as he was kissing them. 

   “I agree,” Bucky whispers, pulling back just enough to whisper, “It’s been a long, long time,” 

I couldn’t create this kind of monstrosity and keep it all to myself, so here it is: my ultimate Supernatural playlist, Greatest Hits of the Mullet Rock!

On this playlist you will find almost every single song ever played on Supernatural, as well as tracks that had episodes named after them, songs that were referenced on the show, and pieces from the score. There is also a “lite version” for those of you who don’t want the instrumentals, anemic pop music, or “Carry On Wayward Son” repeated more than ten times.

I hope you enjoy rocking out to this playlist as much as I enjoyed putting it together. The entire very long track listing is below!

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Lost Boy (Chapter Four)

Welcome to the story! If you need to, catch up on the rest of the chapters HERE.

Trigger Warnings for this Chapter: attempted sexual assault (NOT BY STEVE) and drug use. This is a sad angsty chapter and honestly was a little difficult to write.


Steve hadn’t heard from Tony in almost thirty hours.
He didn’t want to worry, he absolutely didn’t, but Tony texted him non stop most days, and Steve hadn’t seem him since their ‘almost’ study break the afternoon before. He had received only one text after Tony had left for the day, a short sweet note telling him that he wouldn’t be by that night, so Steve could get some actual sleep, and that he would see his beautiful ass later.
Steve had sent back about a dozen kissy-faces, knowing it would make Tony laugh, and put his phone on silent for the rest of the night.

He had slept great, completely undisturbed, and had woken up lonely as hell, itching to hold his boyfriend -boyfriend- they weren’t even calling each other that yet, but Steve didn’t care. He was already half in love with him anyway.

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Prompt (By anon): Misty gets a phone and accidentally texts Cordelia about her feelings.

A/N: I screamed when I saw this prompt, whoever sent me that please know you’re amazing.

“Misty, you have to save the number, not only type it!” Zoe laughed as she helped the Cajun; They were both seated on Zoe’s bed.

The girls thought it might me a good idea to give Misty a phone, since she used to spend hours at the Swamps just walking or thinking about everything and, sometimes, she’d take too long and the girls, specially Cordelia, who was her mentor, would stay really worried, so a phone seemed like the perfect thing. The only problem was Misty had no idea of how to use it or even how it worked; She didn’t care much about technology like the other girls, she had her radio and her Stevie Nicks’ songs, and for her that was more than enough.

“Damn Zoe, I don’t think I’ll be able to use it” Misty laughed

“You will, don’t worry!”

Zoe taught her the basic things; She saved all the girls numbers, including Cordelia’s, and showed her how to start a conversation, send messages and make calls.

It was getting late, so them all went to bed. Misty wasn’t sleepy that day, in fact she’d slept until late so she was full of energy; She kept hours rolling in her bed, lots of thoughts started coming to her mind, including the ones she denied everyday but had no power to deny when she was all alone with herself; She didn’t know what she felt towards her mentor; Misty had caught herself thinking about the older witch a lot of times, or staring at her not being able to even blink while at classes, or even feeling her stomach burn when she had to ask her some things on private at her office. Misty groaned as the thoughts started going deeper to a part where she didn’t even allowed herself to think of; The part of her where she secretly wanted and needed to kiss the mentor; A part where she knew exactly what she was feeling, and it scared her.

Misty groaned as she turned right, tapping her bedside table to find her phone;

“Ouch” Misty whispered as the bright light reached her face, making her shut her eyes strongly.

The Cajun had no idea of what to do, so she went straight to the messages and did exactly what Zoe had taught her: Tried to start a conversation. It was late at night so probably no one would answer, but what did she have to lose?

Misty’s eyes were a bit teary from the light and the image of the phone screen wasn’t completely clear yet, but she managed to click at Zoe’s number and type a simple “Hey?”. At least she thought she had.

Cordelia woke up to a little “bip” coming from her bedside table with a bright light. The older witch rubbed her eyes and took the phone, wondering who would have sent her a message at the middle of the night; She smiled when she saw Misty’s name.

“Hey! Is everything okay?”

“Yep, I just can’t sleep and thought it’d be a good idea to practice my skills on that thing hahaha if there was anyone up, of course”

Cordelia let out a laugh; Misty’s sincere way had always made her heart melt, it was a kind of purity she’d never seen on anyone before; Suddenly, the older woman wasn’t sleepy anymore and was willing to talk to the Cajun.

“Hahaha that’s a good idea actually, and I think you’re doing pretty fine!”

Misty was surprised at how fast she had learned to type on that little thing; And she was speechless at how the phone would change her mistaken letters for the right ones.

“Thanks! It might be useful after all, specially at times like this”

“I’m glad you liked it! Now I can call you before I have a heart attack cause you’ve been taking too long at the Swamps”

Misty laughed when she got the message; It was amazing how Zoe, as she thought it was, had always been so caring to her; She was the only girl Misty felt like sharing her thoughts and even her secrets and, since the first day she’d arrived there, she could instantly feel Zoe’s good energy.

“Hahaha thank you for caring! Speaking of it… Can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course I’d care about you! Sure, anything”

Misty didn’t know if she should or shouldn’t tell Zoe what was happening on her mind; But that specific night her thoughts had gone to a much deeper place where she felt like she couldn’t handle all the doubts alone, and knowing Zoe as the Cajun did, she knew she could always count on her.

“I’ve been having these feelings for some time now… and they scare me a lot”

Cordelia felt her stomach fill with little butterflies; What feelings did the Cajun mean? Inside her there was a small piece of hope for it to be the same she felt towards Misty;

“What feelings, darling? You know you can always count on me for anything, I’m your friend after all”

“I know, and I really appreciate it… it’s just that they confuse me a lot ‘cause I know it’s something impossible to happen”

“What do you mean?”

“Zoe… I think I’m in love with Delia” Misty took a long breath after sending the message, reading and re-reading it at the bright screen

When Cordelia read what she had just received her heart skipped a beat; Gosh, the woman she had been in love for months felt the same towards her; At the older woman’s mind it had always been something impossible, but now these news made her head go completely blank.

With shaky hands and a heavy breath, Cordelia managed to type an answer;

“Misty… that’s not Zoe’s number”

Misty felt her jaw drop when she saw the words; She started searching desperately for a name to see who she was talking to; The younger witch felt her whole body shiver when she saw “Delia” at the screen. Everything she could manage to do was search for her lamp and turn it on, feeling her tears coming down her face.

“Misty” A heavy breathed Cordelia opened the door, staring at the blonde

“Miss Cordelia” Misty sobbed “I’m so so-sorry”

Cordelia approached the bed and softly climbed closer to the younger witch; She started getting closer until she had her hands at the Cajun’s face, calmly sweeping away her tears.

“Hey… I’m in love with you too, since the first time I saw that beautiful, sweet girl entering the front door”

Misty opened a big smile and pressed her lips together with the Cordelia’s; It was a soft, gentle kiss full of passion. The Cajun calmly pulled apart, never topping stroking the older witch’s hair;

“I’m so glad I got that thing” Misty said with a grin; Cordelia giggled and pressed her lips at the Cajun’s again, not wanting to pull apart ever again.

sunlightsapphic  asked:

hey! so i think you like stevie nicks, right? i just heard her on a lana del rey song & want to listen to some of her music, what would you recommend? thanks 💐✨

DAMN i was sure i’d already answered something like this so i was looking to see if i could just link you back to like, an essential stevie playlist or something but apparently i have NOT so here we go!!!! i’m so excited about this ask. 

essentials (solo and w/fleetwood mac)
- landslide
- rhiannon 
- dreams
- edge of seventeen
- wild heart 
- bella donna
- leather and lace 
- stop draggin’ my heart around
- seven wonders
- kind of woman
- gypsy
- outside the rain
- stand back
- sara
- gold dust woman
- silver springs

deep(er) cuts: 
- after the glitter fades
- that’s alright (demo)
- gold and braid
- angel 
- beautiful child 
- nightbird
- enchanted
- wild heart (demo)
- has anyone ever written anything for you
- rooms on fire
- the dealer 
- insider 
- how still my love
- sable on blonde
- planets of the universe

most of this stuff is early fleetwood mac and from her first two/three solo albums. i’m a Big fan of later fleetwood mac stuff and also Very specific live performances & some of her later albums (Nuttin for trouble in shangri-la always) But this is a good place to start!!! have fun!! come talk to me about steive nicks!!! also talk to me. mp3 is another Bop. 

I’m crawling on your shores

for the first day of OMGCheckPlease Women Week 

Also on AO3 

Jessica Ford stirs from her slumber, the smell of eggs and chorizo pulling her away from her dreams. She gently rubs her eyes as she yawns. She reaches for the other side of her queen sized bed. It’s empty.

She shuffles out of bed, putting on her fox slippers before trudging upstairs to the kitchen. Her eyes are still mostly shut as she slides onto a barstool at the breakfast nook. She rests her chin in her hands.

“Morning,” Caitlin says cheerfully from the stove.

Jess cracks her left eye open, grinning tiredly.  “Hey, did Chris leave already?”

“Yea, the coaches wanted him to come in early to do drills with some of the vets that are still in town,” Caitlin explains.

The sound of Caitlin grating a spatula against the pan is oddly soothing.

Jess hums contentedly. “That’s good right?”

“I don’t want to jinx anything, but…I think so,” she says. “Do you want toast on the side or should I make it a sandwich?”

“Sandwich.” Jess groans as she stretches in her seat. “I don’t think I can wait for toast. I’m famished.”

Caitlin chuckles. Not a minute later, she places breakfast in front of Jess, kissing her firmly on the temple. Jess turns her head so they can properly kiss each other. She thinks this is her favorite part of Caitlin and Chris visiting, getting quiet moments with her girlfriend. As much as she loves her metamours, all three, it’s nice to have some time for just the two of them. 

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Through The Years - Bucky x Reader

Pairings: 1940s Bucky x Reader ft. skinny Steve

Word Count: 6,177 words.

Warnings: a few swear words here and there, but that’s about it, i guess.

A/N: Legit the longest fic I have written so far. Mixed feelings about this tbh. pls leave me comments or something guys i really love reading what you thought about my stuff

“[Y/N], [Y/F/N] is here!” You could hear your dad from the doorway.

“I’ll be down in a minute!” you replied loudly, securing on your shoes before bursting into the room.

“Be careful, okay?” Your dad sighed as you grinned at your friend.

“I’m not a child, father. I’m sixteen, I’ll be fine,” you reminded him, making him sigh again, but crack a smile all the same.

“Alright, alright big girl. Go get yourself a spouse and God forbid you forget to invite your poor, old father to the wedding,” he joked around, making you laugh as you waved to him, joining your friend who looked on with a smile.

“Where are we going?” you asked her, both of you walking along the sidewalk.

“You moved here 4 years ago but you still haven’t visited the woods. So we’re going there!” She beamed at you as your stomach twisted.

“Is that even safe?” Your stomach twisted with anxiety, not exactly on board with this whole thing.

“Of course it is,” she assured you before taking a left and walking down the street where you could see the tall trees looming in front of you, “don’t be a baby!”

She chided you, making you sigh. She trudged forward, leaving you to follow with no other option.


“[Y/F/N]… where do we happen to be?” You feared her answer.

“Somewhere around here is a- there it is!” She pointed at a huge boulder which sat on the banks of a deep creek. The creek was absolutely beautiful, the only sounds being heard were the birds chirping… and music being hummed?

“There’s someone there,” she whispered hurriedly, tugging you back forcefully behind the tree, successfully knocking the breath out of you.

“Who is that?” you hissed back, nursing your wrist.

She stood up straighter and craned her neck to the side before her eyes were struck with realisation. “It’s that new kid who moved in a few months ago.” 

“What’s his name?” 

“Barney or Balthazar or something.” She scratched the back of her head before her eyes lit up. “I dare you to go scare him.”

Are you kidding me?!” you practically shouted. “He might kill me!”

“Does he look like he could kill you? Look at him!” She gave you an ‘are you serious’ look. “He’s humming to that annoying person who’s on the radio nowadays or whoever!”

“He’s singing Moon Glow by Benny Goodman,” you mumbled, earning an eye roll from her. You actually liked that song. “I’m not doing it.”

“I’ll tell everyone who you fancy.” It was times like this where you wondered why you were friends with her. It wasn’t like you were great pals. You just hung out when Steve was busy and her friends were too busy.

“Fine.” You sighed, stretching your limbs slightly before tip toeing to where he was perched, making sure you were exactly behind him so he couldn’t see that someone was sneaking up on him. 

The humming got louder as you got nearer, until you were about two steps behind him. You took a deep breathe before opening your mouth and giving the loudest scream you could.

You expected him to jump slightly.

You expected him to turn around and glare.

You did not expect him to shriek loudly and fall into the creek below.

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The death and life of James B. Barnes (2)


Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: One curse word? Maybe?

Word count: 1.395

Summary: Bucky and Steve leave for a party where Bucky is supposed to meet up with Y/N. Something bad happens along the way… Based on 40′s Bucky and Steve. Second part of the @hunters-from-stark-tower movie challenge!

Part 1: the sailing competition

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Title: Sway With Me (Part 2.)

Character(s): Ike Evans and Sisi (original female character)
Summary: After his eventful night with Sisi, Ike and a couple of friends decide to go to the Havana to watch a show where he sees her dancing on stage. 
Word Count: 3,022
Author’s Note: I have been craving some Ike, so I was super excited this next installment for this story. I hope you all enjoy! The first two chapters are always fillers, but don’t worry. Things will pick up soon! 

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Never say die - Chapter 11

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader
Words: 1979
Summary: Reader accidentally time travels back to 1985 where Axl, Duff, Slash, Steven and Izzy find her.

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A/N: Here you go again, sorry it’s a bit late but i try. I hope you like this one again, let me know what you think haha.

Originally posted by born-in-november-rain

Next morning i woke up alone in my own bed. I had been hanging out with Axl last night after the party and trying to forget what exactly happened. I didn’t get myself drunk at the party nor did Axl, we both were probably a bit tipsy though but not too much at all. We had played board games, chatted and joked and when we finally were watching movie, which was like 2 am already, i managed to pass out on the couch next to Axl.

I wonder if he already left back his home, i thought and got up from my bed. I was still wearing the top i wore last night so i changed it to a more comfortable black t-shirt which had a Led Zeppelin logo on it. I had already changed the skirt i had last night to a nice pair of sweatpants.

I went to brush my teeth and thus opened the door to bathroom. But then i saw Axl standing in front  the mirror drying his long strawberry blonde hair, drops of water running down his body. It took me a while to actually realise that he was fully naked.

”Oh my god i’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were still here,” i exclaimed and quickly turned around, not facing him anymore.

He just chuckled, threw his towel over his left shoulder. I became a bit startled when he suddenly was standing right behind me and laid his hands on my shoulders. My heart had started to pump faster when his face came closer to mine.

”Oh, don’t tell me you didn’t like what you saw,” he murmured with a surprisingly low voice to my ear and i felt his amused smile. ”We could just continue where we left off last time after the bar night a while ago. Jon doesn’t have to know.”

I inhaled sharply air in my lungs. I didn’t move and i must admit, just his voice made me already feel really aroused.

”You can’t even imagine what kind of things i could do to you. After being with me, Jon would feel like a beginner compared to me. The pleasure i could give to you would blow your damn mind.”

Fuck, can my body please control itself. Stupid woman hormones, shh this isn’t what you want. You’re with Jon, this feels too wrong. One side of me just wanted to turn around and take him right here and right now but my brain tried to assure me it wasn’t right. I quickly shook my head and stepped away from Axl.

”No, no, no,” i laughed nervously and held my hands up, facing him again. He finally decided to put his towel around his waist. ”It’s not gonna happen, don’t even dream of it. I thought we were already over with the bar night.” I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. I tried my best to not look at him on his eyes. Jesus, woman. Try to control yourself.

He just laughed when he saw my reaction, i noticed how much he enjoyed teasing me. ”I was only joking, honey. I’d never let you cheat Jon with anyone, he seems like a great guy,” he said, winked and grabbed his clothes. ”But if you two ever break up and you change your mind… You know where to find me.” He winked again smirking and closing the door after him and left.

God, why is he like that?

Later in the afternoon i promised to meet Steven at the studio, the other boys were doing other stuff somewhere else so it was just the two of us. I had been practicing how to play drums for weeks already, i really wanted to become a drummer as well. Steven had been seriously the best teacher ever. I had tried playing drums a few times when i was younger but i just didn’t have enough time to concentrate or something. I don’t even remember.

I was now trying to play Nightrain and i almost nailed it but not as well as Steven obviously. I finished the song and waited for Steven’s reaction but he looked like he had listened probably just half of it or if anything at all.

”Hey, Amy?” Steven asked and stood up. ”Can i ask you something?” He looked a bit unsure and tried to avoid eye contact with me for some reason.

”Yeah? Is everything alright?” i asked worried.

He scratched his neck with his right hand and was quiet for a moment until quickly shook his head. ”No, it’s stupid. Nevermind, let’s just continue,” he said and sat on a chair next to me.

”Noo, please, you can tell me anything,” i said and squeezed his hand reassuringly which made him look at me. I furrowed my eyebrows.

”I don’t know if i want to talk about this to Axl, Slash, Izzy or Duff so could you please not tell them about this?” he asked and i just nodded and let a quick ‘of course’ out of my mouth. ”I mean, it’s just. There’s this one girl –”

”Oh my god! Is my Stevie having a crush?” i asked excitedly and hugged him tightly which made Steven blush and eventually look like as red as a tomato.

”No, shut up! I didn’t say that,” he said in panic and when he noticed that i was listening attentively, he had courage to continue. ”It’s just, she’s the most beautiful woman i’ve ever met. I like everything about her, seriously. Her smile, her laugh… She’s just amazing overall.” He scratched his neck again and laughed nervously. ”God, i sound such a cliché.”

I giggled a bit but the look Steven gave me was a sign for me to shut my mouth. ”Well, have you told about your feelings to her? You should definitely ask her out.”

He sighed. ”No, i haven’t told her and i’m not going to do so.”

”Why not?” i asked confused. ”I’m sure she likes you as much as you like her.”

”No, she doesn’t. She’s already in a relationship with someone else, i can’t ruin that and embarrass myself,” he huffed and rolled his eyes. ”I just wanted to get this out of my chest, i needed to talk to someone and you feel like the right person.”

”Well, that sucks. I’m really sorry,” i said and caressed his back with my hand.

He smiled a bit. ”Yeah.”

”Do i know her?” i asked curiously. ”What’s her name?”

He was quiet and held his breath for a while until eventually decided to answer my question. ”Yeah, you know her but the name isn’t important right now,” he said nervously.

”Well, if you ever want to talk about it, i’m here okay,” i said smiling. Steven turned his head to look at me.

”Thanks, Amy,” he said, was quiet for a while and i did the same. Soon he smiled widely, stood up again and changed the subject. ”So, let’s stop this girly talk. Shall we continue before the others come back?”

It was about 6 pm and i was taking a walk with Axl. We were walking down the street, both quiet for a while. There weren’t many other passers-by near us, just a few. I had my hands in my pockets and Axl put a cigarette between his teeth and lighted it. He offered me one too but i decided to refuse this time. I wasn’t sure if i should have taken the incident what happened in the morning part of the conversation but he seemed to be fine ignoring it so i did the same.

”Don’t you ever just want to pack your bags and go to see the world?” i asked suddenly after a long silence and got his attention. He looked at me and smiled.

”Yeah of course. I’ve wanted to do it too many times,” Axl said.

”I’ve never stepped outside of the US. I want to travel, i want to see the world,” i said smiling widely and looked at the sky. ”I’ve never had money to travel, all of my friends had travelled atleast to like, three different countries and i was always so jealous because i had to stay at home all the time.”

”Well, you can totally come to our tours with us in the future. I couldn’t just leave you here,” he told me and chuckled which made me smile. ”And, when i become a rich rock star, i’ll take you anywhere you want,” he stated very proudly which made me laugh a bit. ”I’ll take you to Italy, England and even Australia. Eventually we’re gonna end up eating baguettes and drinking wine at the top of the Eiffel Tower some day for sure,” he said and winked.

”Oh stop with the lies, it’s gonna eventually be just beer in some cheap French bar full of old drunk French men,” i giggled and Axl just shrugged but had to agree. ”But i’ll remember that okay,” i stated and pointed at him with my finger. ”You owe me a trip to Australia some day.” He looked at me, pondering it for a while and narrowing his eyes.

”Okay, well, how about this,” Axl started. ”After 5 years in 1991, on this exact day, i will knock on your apartment’s door and soon we’re already sitting in an airplane heading to Sydney, just the two of us or with the other guys as well, whatever you want.”

I looked at his eyes, smile creeping its way on my face. ”Promise?”

He smiled and offered his hand which i grabbed almost immediately. ”I promise.” We stayed quiet for a while.

”Oh by the way, when’s your next gig?” i asked, breaking the short silence, and looked at him. He looked at me quickly back before he lighted a new cigarette.

”Oh, it’s in two days. You should come to watch it. The audience isn’t big but it’s something,” he said and chuckled.

”Well, i promise to be there,” i said smiling and nodded.

”Can i ask you a question?” he said suddenly. ”I’m just curious.”

”Yeah, ask away.”

”Have you been at our concerts before like, at bigger concerts than just at a bar or something?” he asked and chuckled. I chuckled as well.

”Just one. I think you found the ticket in which i was,” i said and smiled. ”It was really really great, seriously. I hadn’t had an opportunity to go to other concerts. I was born a bit too late for that,” i said laughing and rolled my eyes. It made Axl laugh a bit too.

But then i thought back at the day the concert was and the moments i stood there next to Amelie and Leo, spilled my water on some random guy’s neck, cried during Don’t Cry and cried even more during the last song, This I Love. I tried to remember the words Axl said before the song and when i finally realised who it was dedicated, i tried to hold my tears. How didn’t i realise it until just now? Soon Axl noticed that i hadn’t heard what he had said to me a few seconds ago.

”Amy? Are you alright?” Axl asked concerned and i looked at him.

”It was about me?” i whispered but Axl was now even more confused than a minute ago.

”What was about you?” he asked again but didn’t have time to say anything else since i put my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He furrowed his eyebrows but put his arms around me as well. ”Hey, what’s wrong?”

”Nothing,” i said and closed my eyes. ”You know i love you so much, right? I love all of you and i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

He was still really confused what had gotten into me but tried to smile. ”Yeah, i love you too, Amy.” He kept a short pause and whispered, ”I love you more than you can even imagine.”