all the stevie

THE SIGNS AS QUEER SONGS

Aries: Coming Clean-Green Day

Taurus: Explosion-Zolita

Gemini: Gia-Only A Girl

Cancer: Ally & Stevie-Her Lover

Leo: Girls/Girls/Boys-P!@TD

Virgo: Young Love-Eli Lieb

Libra: Is There Somewhere-Halsey

Scorpio: Girls-Beatrice Eli

Sagittarius: Touch-Shura

Capricorn: Girls Like Girls-Hayley Kiyoko

Aquarius: Night Go Slow-Catey Shaw

Pisces: For Him-Troye Sivan

Questioned about her life as a woman who has never permanently settled with a romantic partner, [Stevie] Nicks replied, ‘I don’t feel alone. I feel very un-alone. I feel very sparkly and excited about everything. I know women who are going, like, 'I don’t want to grow old alone.’ And I’m like. 'See, that doesn’t scare me…’ I’ll always be surrounded by people. I’m like the crystal ball and these are all the rings of Saturn around me.
—  Rebecca Traister, All The Single Ladies

breaking news: elderly war hero (pictured here in 1943) is the most bisexual bi to have ever existed and he wants the world to know. his exact words were: lmao I’ve never been straight a day in my life, btw have you met my bf bucky? he’s pretty, right? can you even believe it, can’t keep my hands off him. man we don’t even rest and he sleeps naked lol

                   🍰   🐇 The Wonderland Play List 😺 🍄

          (Otherwise known as all my favorite Wonderland related songs) 

It’s just a small collection of Alice in Wonderland Related songs, I tried not to add too many songs from the Almost Alice soundtrack since most of you probably already know them. Let me know what you guys think, and message me if there’s anything you want to add! 

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Word Count: 1780

Summary: You drag Steve and Bucky to your parents’ house for Thanksgiving.

Warnings: Language, suggestive food metaphors? Idk guys

A/N: I hope you all had a lovely day today. I adore each and every one of you.

Originally posted by enochianess

“Get up! Up, up, up!” you yelled, barging into Steve’s room. “Up, dressed, packed, and in the car in thirty minutes! Let’s go!”

“What’s going on,” he groaned, rolling out of bed and pushing his fingers through his disheveled hair.

“You and Bucky are coming with me to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving. Which reminds me, you need to wake him up. He threw a lamp at me last time; this one’s all you, Stevie.”

“We’re not going to intrude on your family time! It’s really okay. We’ll be fine here.”

“Look, everyone else made plans and split already, and whether you like it or not, you’re family now. And since you’re family, I get to boss you around. Get Bucky, get anything you need for an overnight stay, and get your ass in the car.”

You were back out the door by the time you finished, and Steve sighed and went to his closet for an overnight bag only to be interrupted when you popped your head back in.

“Wear the blue shirt. It looks nice on you.” You were gone again.


You only had to drive an hour to reach your parents’ house. They had moved to be closer to you once you had joined the Avengers. Half of the drive was spent in silence with Steve and Bucky both pouting in the backseat where you had shoved them after reserving the passenger’s seat for the pie you had made.

“Stupid pie,” Bucky muttered as you finally pulled into the driveway. “Razzleberry isn’t even a real thing. What the hell is even in it?”

“Secrets,” you answered primly. “Are you guys ready for this?”

“No,” Steve said quietly, eying the front door uneasily.

“Relax! They’re going to love you… probably more than they love me to be honest.”

Bucky visibly winced when you rang the doorbell, and you rolled your eyes at him. Halfway through the gesture, the door swung open and your mom’s voice rang out.

“You haven’t even been home two full seconds, and you’re already rolling your eyes! Get in here, missy. Who might these handsome gentlemen be?” Her eyes sparkled as they darted between the three of you.

“Mom, this is Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. Steve, Bucky, this is my mother. How long until everyone gets here?”

“I wish I knew. Get in the house, you three. I’m putting you to work.”


The three of you had been on prep work for almost an hour before people started showing up. Steve got dragged away by the kids, and Bucky was so nervous he had already come to you three times looking like an abandoned puppy and carrying something he had accidentally broken with his left hand.

 A little while later you found yourself being swept into the dining room by an old friend who had shown up to visit with you before the official meal started. The gossip flowed freely as you folded napkins and arranged place settings.

“So…” she gave you a suggestive look.

“So…?”

“Oh, come on! You know damn well what I’m looking for here!”

“Oh, no,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“You came to Thanksgiving dinner at your parents’ house with not one but two delectable beefcakes – stop laughing – two delectable beefcakes, and I demand to know which one you’re sleeping with.”

You’re laughter cut off sharply and was overtaken by a flush of embarrassment at the blunt statement.

“Woooooah. Hey, I’m not sleeping with –”

“You either are already, or you want to. Spill it.”

“I do not!”

“Come on! Who’s buttering your dinner roll?”

“Oh, God, not the food metaphors!”

“Who’s stirring your cranberry sauce?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Who’s mashing your potatoes?”

“Stop.”

“Who’s heating up your gravy?”

“How are you making all of this sound so gross?”

“I am very highly skilled.”

Your attention was momentarily stolen when Steve trudged through the room with a child clinging to each leg, one on his shoulders, and one holding his hand and gazing up at him with starry eyes. All four children were giggling delightedly, and Steve was playing along, pretending to struggle with their weight and making sounds of fake anguish.

“Y/N! Help me! They’re just too strong!” He reached a hand out to you, lifting the child holding on to it into the air in the process, and she giggled all the more for it.

“You’re on your own with this one, Cap,” you said with a fond smile, laughing as he let out a put-upon groan and stumbled back out of the room.

“I see,” your friend said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“You see nothing. Stop looking at me like that.”

“I will stop when you tell me who’s stuffing your turkey.”

“You’re disgusting. I’m never talking to you again.”

You were given the opportunity for escape when the sound of breaking glass came from the kitchen. When you went to investigate the noise you found Bucky staring helplessly at a pile of broken glass by his feet.

“Let me guess…” you sighed.

“I broke something,” he said sadly.

“Left hand?”

“I’m so nervous I keep forgetting!”

“Bucky, everyone here loves you because I love you. Relax.” You patted his shoulder reassuringly as your mom swept past and tossed Bucky an apron.

“Put that on, handsome. I’ll clean this up if you take care of the cranberry sauce.”

“I’m very sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean –”

“These things happen! Don’t you worry about it!”

When she rushed off for the broom, Bucky held up the apron, eyeing it with a doubtful expression and causing you to burst into giggles as you snatched it away from him. It was old, pale purple with white butterflies and lace trim, and you didn’t even bother trying to hide a grin as you tied it on him.

“Oh, look at that. You look so pretty!” You pinched his cheek and kissed his nose, and even though he gave an unamused grumble, you caught the tiny smile on his face as he turned away.


Eventually everything was finished and set out, and everyone was seated at the flawlessly arranged table. Food was being passed around, and a steady babble of conversation broke out. You had just managed to unwind when the conversation shifted to the inevitable topic.

“Y/N, my sweet girl, which one of these nice boys is your boyfriend?” your grandmother inquired sweetly.

“Why? You got your eye on one of them?” you joked, hoping to ease the tension that question had caused.

“I’ll be keeping my eyes on both of them until I know which one I need to be worried about,” your father grumbled.

“You don’t need to be worried about either of them. They’re fine, upstanding gentlemen who wouldn’t even dream of making my life even remotely interesting, isn’t that right?”

“I think the one you’re looking for is the blonde,” Bucky stage whispered to your father conspiratorially, tossing you a wink when you elbowed him roughly.

“Bucky! He’s not going to realize you were kidding!”

“I wasn’t kidding, doll,” Bucky laughed, sending a wink over your shoulder to his brightly blushing best friend.

Just then, a mob of small children from the kids’ table rescued Steve by stealing him away to sit with them. Steve offered up a flustered smile as he was dragged away, and you called out to the kids.

“Hey, be careful with him! He’s older than grandma!”


Long after everyone had gone home, you snuck down the stairs, making a quick stop in the kitchen before creeping into the living room. There was a fire in the grate, but it was burning low, casting a warm red glow onto the scene before you.

Blankets and pillows were piled over the floor in the middle of the room, makeshift beds for Steve and Bucky. Your father, always on guard, had insisted you sleep in the guest room instead of in the living room with the boys. You had agreed, whispering to the two that you would be down in an hour when the house had settled down for the night.

“That jerk said he was going to stay up and wait for me,” you commented with mock offense as you stepped over the lump of blankets that was a soundly sleeping Bucky Barnes.

Steve just looked fondly at his friend with a soft smile before turning back to the dying fire. You sank down to sit beside him on the floor, leaning back against the couch and bumping his shoulder with yours.

“I brought contraband,” you whispered, handing Steve a mug of cider.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. You have to share that with me,” you muttered cheekily as he took a sip and smiled, passing the mug back to you.

“Not just for this. Thank you for today. All of it. I had almost forgotten what it was like,” he said quietly, looking down at his hands.

“Weird family members and really bad jokes?”

“Just the feeling of it… of being around family. I mean, your mom hugged me and kissed my cheek goodnight, and we just met.”

“Well you’ve been blushing all day, and your cheeks are all nice and rosy; it’s just too easy,” you joked, pressing your lips to his cheek for emphasis.

“You know what I meant,” he whispered, and though the light was very low, you would swear he was blushing again. “It just feels like a home here. It’s nice.”

“Well it’s your home too, now. Whenever you need it. Whenever you want it. You’ll always have a place with me.”

A long silence followed, and the mug was passed back and forth until it was empty. You pulled a blanket up to cover you both and smiled as you felt the comforting weight of Steve’s arm drop around your shoulders. Snuggling into his side, you were caught off guard by the feeling of his lips pressing lightly to the top of your head.

“Thank you for everything,” he said quietly, and you tilted your head up to look at him.

“And thank you,” you murmured, mind made slightly hazy by the unexpectedly close proximity.

“For what?”

“For just… being you.” He smiled faintly, bringing his forehead to rest against yours.

“For the love of all that is holy, please just kiss already so I can stop pretending to be asleep and we can talk about your weird family,” Bucky grumbled, earning him a half-hearted kick from you and a scoff from Steve before he got his wish. 

Your eyes drifted closed as your senses were overwhelmed by the feeling of soft lips and the taste of apples and cinnamon.


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Nothing for Christmas

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 604
Summary: Bucky asks Steve what he wants for Christmas. Based on New Found Glory’s “Nothing for Christmas.” 
Warnings: off-key singing
Author’s Note: This is dedicated to @rogersxbarnesx, the one who actually convinces me to post what I write, and the one who loves Christmas almost as much as my aunt, for @iamnotsebastianstan‘s SoftStuckyWeek2k16.

Originally posted by theverygaylarrie

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