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Acceptance Speech

Summary: (Modern!AU) In which Bucky uses his time on stage at the Oscars to let the world in on a secret he’s been keeping for more than two years.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,217

A/N: Happiest of happy birthdays to my twin, @imaginingbucky . You are a queen and I adore you with every single ounce of my being. I know how much you love award shows, so I hope you enjoy this too.

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Bucky feels like a nervous teenager as he sits in the backseat of a stretch limousine, waiting to arrive at his destination. His hands are clammy, his heart is beating too quickly and he can’t stop tapping his foot on the floor. After six years in the acting business, he shouldn’t feel this way. He’s attended more than his fair share of award shows to know all kinds of techniques to keep any concerns at bay. Yet here he is trying his hardest not to hyperventilate and hold his water bottle without spilling it all over his expensive suit. He’d never hear the end of it from his stylist if he did.

“Looking forward to the show tonight?” Vision asks, momentarily catching Bucky’s gaze in the rear view mirror.

Bucky pulls at the collar of his shirt before shifting slightly. Usually this backseat offers him the comfort he needs, no matter how he’s feeling. Today he might as well be sitting on rocks. “Yeah.”

“You don’t sound it,” Viz observes, as he makes a right turn down a side street. He’s an expert at getting you where you need to go while also avoiding all of the LA traffic. “Is it because you’re up for ‘Best Actor in a Leading Role’?”

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Bread and Games: Chapter 4

Previously on B&G: Regina took pity on Roland and allowed him a peek at his Papa, Robin came out of Zelena’s party unscathed but with the prospect of another battle to fight - and this bard once again took ages to bring you the next installment of their story… :)

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All of a sudden Robin finds himself with his life on the line once again, and how could things have gone so wrong so fast?

He’s hardly aware of the jostling and teasing of his cellmates as they’re herded back to the barracks. Leaving the curious questions of the non-attending men for the others to answer, Robin scampers into a far corner to collect his wits. Oblivious to Little John’s testy glare as he is to Alan’s pitying look and Guy’s jealous rage, he sits with his head in his hands, palms pressing against throbbing temples and itchy eyes.

Is this Hades’ doing? Is he sending Robin to his death, true to his threat? Robin wouldn’t put it past him at all. Yet fighting in the prestigious primus is considered an honour, a goal much striven for by lanistas and gladiators alike. Half of the barracks would kill to be in his place. The other half would rather be killed on the spot, of course. For the man Robin and Little John are about to face is not a mere mortal—he’s a legend. A sleazy, cunning foe, infamous for his dirty tricks. His style is equal measures scorned and admired by the crowds. That he’s yet to be vanquished is an undeniable fact, however, his record a string of victories from his beginnings in the arena to present day. There are gladiators more senior than Robin and more skilled in the ludus, ones Hades is much more likely to invest in than him. Robin’s failure might bring Hades personal gratification and, admittedly, strengthen some alliances with those hostile to Robin, but to have a gladiator die too easy a death, to fail to give the people a memorable show, casts a shadow of shame and disfavour upon the ludus. Would it be worth it to Hades? Is this personal revenge, regardless of the cost?

Or could this be Robin’s chance to redeem himself in the eyes of his despicable master? To advance his standing among the gladiators from lowly fledgling to celebrated victor?

He is not an unskilled fighter. A decade’s service in the Roman military has left Robin in good shape, even though the rules of the battlefield vary greatly from those of the arena. The state of his injury still leaves something to be desired as well, but he’s improving much faster now that he has the medicine graciously left to him by Regina. He needs a win to improve his position, and with it his chances of survival—and, ultimately, freedom.

Moreover, Robin’s not to face the enemy alone. Little John will stand beside him. True, the two of them are still not on the best of terms. John doesn’t seem to trust him for some unfathomable reason; or perhaps he simply doesn’t consider him worthy of attention. But if they could just overcome their mutual hostility and work together, they would find themselves at a great advantage against John Lackland.

Life has taught Robin to look for a silver lining in every cloud, and that’s what he chooses to do now.

With that mindset, he stands and approaches Little John, who’s currently chewing on a drumstick the presence of which in this cell Robin cannot account for. He has an air of one utterly unconcerned with anything other than his meal, and that sentiment clearly applies to any impending deathmatches he’s soon to participate in. Needless to say, his lack of interest extends to Robin as well.

“A word, if you will,” Robin addresses him.

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anonymous asked:

What would spending the holidays with the Avengers be like?

  • Lots of fights all the time over really stupid things. Like Thor would argue over food. Natasha and Clint would argue over decoration. Tony would argue over music and when you get to open presents. Bruce would just be sitting reading. Steve would try and calm everyone down.
  • Probably running out of food because they eat so bloody much (especially Thor and Steve)
  • Bruce helping you and Thor clean up and you all just chat about nonsense
  • Thor would be so excited for Christmas honestly
  • Thor would be so confused over pulling a Christmas Cracker and then once you’ve shown him how it works, he makes you pull another four with him (he always wins but graciously gives you the prize).
  • Talking about holiday traditions with Steve since, obviously, he’s from a different time so you’d want to know more about what he did for Christmas back in the 30s and 40s.
  • Drinking with Nat and gossiping and laughing about the rest of the team (particularly Tony who’s already drunk and is annoying Pepper)
  • Steve gifting you a rather beautiful drawing
  • Nat gifting you small, secret knives, useful weapons and killer shoes (literally, they are killers)
  • Tony buying you something flashy and expensive
  • Bruce buying you a collection of books you’ve never read before
  • Clint buying you something you liked, something you mentioned you liked once before months ago but he remembered and bought you something to do with it
  • Pranking Tony with Steve and getting him the worst and cheesiest presents but surprisingly, he likes them. (ie. a Captain America shirt which he then wears proudly around all the time).
  • Sitting outside with Bruce and just chatting about how things are
  • Talking to Thor about festivities in Asgard and how they celebrate differently
  • Dancing with Tony and then dragging everyone else up
  • Pulling the karaoke machine out and Nat refuses at first but then she gives in and it turns out she’s got a good set of lungs. Hell, all of them do and you say, “If the superhero thing fails, just form a music group.”
  • Teaching Thor Christmas carols and he won’t stop singing them
  • Sitting on the floor, opening gifts and just being so happy
  • Bear hugs from everyone
  • Fury just randomly showing up and Tony tries to force him to wear a Santa hat
  • Watching the best Christmas movies together and Steve and Bruce crying at the happy endings
  • Just having the genuinely happiest time with them all and being so content and happy
LJP II

You can read the first part here: Part I Thank you to @constellationsclifford for the help <3


It had been about three months since Liam and you had reunited totally and perfectly. Liam didn’t want you to move in until you felt totally comfortable, but you had his house key wrapped around your neck on a delicate little chain.

You had gone to Liam’s early one Saturday morning in hopes that you could just relax with him and maybe help him with his chores that he always seemed to put off. You arrived early, let yourself in and cuddled up to your favorite guy. His arms were so warm and strong. He was still sleepy watching the weather channel to prepare for the day. His phone pinged on the coffee table and you retrieved it for him passing it off. He sighed. “Baby girl?” He asked.

“Hmm?” You hummed sleepily.

“How much would you hate me if I went out with Andy…I sort of forgot?” he frowned.

“So much Liam,” you said sarcastically. He didn’t answer because he knew it was sarcastic but he’d already left you for so long…he didn’t want to leave you again unless you were absolutely certain. “I’ll hang out here—I can make us lunch or dinner or whatever when you get back,” you suggested.

He kissed the top of your head and hurried to get ready for his day out with Andy. You enjoyed Liam’s plush couch a few more moments. “Hey buddy,” you whispered as Loki waddled out from the room and he hopped up on the couch to lay with you. He settled his head into your lap. You gently rubbed between his ears as he panted gently against your leg. Liam smiled happily as he left the two of you curled up on the couch. He dropped a kiss on the top of your head and promised you he would be back later.

As you laid there watching TV enjoying the comfort of Liam’s apartment your phone beeped with a message from Harry. Look at this recipe, can we make this?! After looking it over and discovering how much chocolate it contained you told Harry to come over with the ingredients to Liam’s place.

That’s how Liam found you hours later dancing with Harry in his kitchen to none other than Best Song Ever and Harry was teaching you the moves to the music video dance. “Why are you so good at shimmying?” You giggled. “Hi baby,” you cooed at Liam as he smirked at two of his favorite people. Harry was wearing your frilly pink apron and continued to dance while you washed dishes. The flat smelled like chocolate.  “How’s Andy?” You asked.

“He’s good,” he smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek while Harry took the treats out of the oven. “Do you always hang out with my friends?” He chuckled.

“Your friends are fun,” you said knowingly.

“Funner than me?” He questioned.

“Like a hundred time funner,” Harry joked.

You rolled your eyes. “I see why you left me all these years to hang out with them, they’re lots of fun,” you winked and turned your attention to cleaning up Liam’s kitchen.

It didn’t bother you at all because the moment Liam had you back in his life he did everything in the world to make it better. You could see the stress it caused him but you tried to ignore it. Constantly you were reassuring him that it was all okay.

Harry noticed the way Liam seemed to become saddened by your joke. He knew you didn’t mean it, and Liam even knew you didn’t mean it, but it still made him feel awful. So Harry offered Liam the first slice of scrumptious chocolate, ooey-gooey cake. Liam wasn’t even sure how many calories it was and how long he would have to spend at the gym to burn it all off, but he wasn’t even finished his first helping and he already wanted thirds.

*

It took three phone calls and Niall’s personal assurance that it was okay for you to tag along with him and Liam while they went to play tennis. And even still, the only way you would go was if Niall promised that he would tell you himself if he wanted to spend time alone with Liam.

You played a round with each of them before they played a match together. You didn’t want to interfere so you busied yourself with your phone until someone from the country club recognized you.

“Your thesis was one of the most comprehensive journals I’ve ever read,” he seemed to gush with pride. “It’s astounding that you’re so young and you were published in such a stately journal,” he commended.

“What was published?” Niall asked innocently as Liam missed his shot and had to grab the ball by the net. Niall won. He took the win graciously seeing how upset Liam was by the interaction with the stranger.

“I don’t know,” Liam admitted eventually. He felt terrible. He had no idea you were published, no idea what you published, and no idea that you could be recognized in places like this country club.

His heart felt heavy. You success was so great and he had no part of it. There was no praise from him because he didn’t even know half of what you did. He regretted being gone so long. Those Saturdays where the two of you would have your weekly adventure seemed like ages ago and he wished he could just go back and have one more with you.

“Thanks for distracting, him, princess,” Niall smirked as he drove home. “Easiest win ever. Thank God you’re so pretty,” he winked in the reflection of the rear view which made you blush.

“Shut up, Niall,” you said shyly. Of course Niall chuckled at your shyness.

“In all seriousness, babe, you’re very good at tennis,” he said knowingly.

You smirked and leaned forward between the two seats. Liam was gazing out the window and you again noticed something was off about him and how he seemed so sad. “Li taught me when we were in middle school one summer,” you explained. “He’s an excellent teacher,” you said poking his cheek. He turned a bit and smirked at you before he bit the tip of your finger playfully.

“I don’t know how you learned from him and still won,” Niall joked.

“I’m pretty sure he lets people win; he’s always been a people pleaser,” you said knowingly.

Niall nodded agreement. “He’s very pleasing isn’t he?” Niall said reaching over to poke Liam’s stomach.

“He’s lovely,” you said leaning forward once more and pressed a solid kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek. Liam chuckled softly and you giggled as you sat back in your seat watching as Liam looked out the window again thinking about a million other things he probably missed while he was away from you. While that made you sad, you were still grateful you got him to smile; if only for a moment.

*

Liam doesn’t remember when you got so good at video games. The last time he played a video game with you was just before he went on X-Factor and it was a rare occasion the two of you would play; in the nicest of terms, you were terrible at the games.

And yet now he was chuckling at you because you were kicking Louis and Zayn’s ass. Granted it was only Mario Kart but still. Liam wasn’t even sure you knew how to hold the controller before and now you were some kind of pro. “When did you get so good at gaming?” Liam wondered as he popped some chips into his mouth.

You smirked. “I learned in college; one of my roommates liked to play…I was usually her go to but she said I sucked so she taught me for like an entire weekend,” you shrugged.

“Jesus. Smart, pretty, and good at gaming,” Zayn said shaking his head with a smirk.

“And you like sports, you must have been a walking dream to the guys at school,” Louis chuckled causing your cheeks to warm a dark red.

Liam quietly bristled with silent anger because how could he not? You were his and he didn’t want to think about any potential threats. Liam was definitely the jealous type and while Louis was having fun and meant no harm by any means, he still felt sick from Louis’ teasing.

“What did you major in?” Zayn wondered.

Liam stayed silent the entire conversation because his anger and sadness was only getting stronger. He doesn’t know the answer to that question. He knew nothing about your college experience. He doesn’t know when you graduated…hell, he doesn’t even know where you graduated from. It all just felt like a lot.

He missed so much.

You see the apprehension all but shaking Liam with anger. Quietly you explained you majored in psychology and education and became a guidance counselor for students. It was only right to be there for someone that had no one. The sound of that made Liam just about break right in front of you and his friends.

For the longest time he was the only one there for you and then all at once he wasn’t and it hurt you so badly that you felt it necessary to be a permanent fixture in students’ lives because you knew what it was like to be abandoned by everyone that was supposed to care for you.

Abruptly, Liam asked Zayn for a cigarette, because of course you threw out all of his packs away when you stepped into his apartment. You frowned at him as he snagged Zayn’s pack and headed out to the balcony to collect his thoughts.

How was he supposed to make this better? He had no idea. Everything felt like it was breaking. Maybe that wasn’t the case; you loved Liam and you weren’t upset by anything, it seemed, but he still felt like an awful boyfriend, an even worse friend, and just a horrible friend.

After letting him enjoy a few minutes alone, you stepped out into the cold to look at him. Easily, you pulled the cancer stick from between his lips and stubbed it out on the ash tray before you folded your arms around yourself for a little more warmth.

“Why are you smoking?” You asked.

“Please don’t diagnose me,” he sighed sadly. “I know it’s bad,” he muttered as he pulled another one out of Zayn’s box.

“It’s actually deadly, and if I wanted to analyze you or diagnose you I would leave pictures of black lungs on the fridge and make you do inkblot tests after dinner. Thankfully I believe you’re a big boy and can make your own decisions to smoke or not,” you said and grinned gently at him. “I meant at this moment, why are you smoking?” You rephrased.

The tight feeling in Liam’s throat returned and he swallowed thickly around the lump that appeared there too. With his eyebrows pinched together he finally apologized. “M’sorry,” he whispered so brokenly it nearly shattered you.

“Why?” You wondered and you sounded so shocked and that hurt Liam more because how could you be so good and sweet even though he was an awful friend?

“For…not being there. I wanted to…I did,” he promised nodding his head eagerly.

You didn’t understand so you shook your head t him in confusion. “I don’t understand, Li…why are you apologizing? You’re here now,” you reminded him and took his hand in yours. Slowly you rubbed his fingers and the way you always made him feel better. “You know it’s okay, don’t you?” You asked and brought his gentle fingers to your mouth. “You’re insane to think I’m mad…” you rolled your eyes. “And you think you need to make something up to me…” you whispered to him questioningly. “You don’t need to do anything for me,” you reminded him. “I love you,” you promised. “Stop beating yourself up, okay?” You begged. “It’s killing me to see you like this,” you said. “I see you when you’re all upset, Li. Don’t think I don’t. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters to me,” you said cupping his face and resting your lips against his for a moment. “I missed you and I think that made us stronger, okay? I know you’re not going anywhere,” you smiled. “You’re stuck with me. You’re all mine,” you joked. “M’not letting you get away this time,” you said and curled up to him, your arms around his waist and snuggled against his neck. “I love you,” you whispered.

And in that moment, maybe Liam wasn’t one hundred percent happy with everything that was happening, but he was still grateful you were there and that you loved him. And he was here now. And he was always going to be. He knew he was.