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anonymous asked:

OMG I LOVE THE VIETNAM AU. Finally, the reunion! So wonderfully written. But hold the phone WHAT happened to Jamie and why does he look like that and how is Claire gonna heal him? *sigh*

Vietnam AU

“Stuffed cabbage, Claire?”

 

Claire turned to her left, meeting the kind brown eyes of Ian Murray – Jamie’s best friend and brother-in-law.

 

“Sure – is it grown here on the farm as well?”

 

Ian served her a good-sized helping. Jenny – at her right – poured a bit more wine into the tall glass by her plate.

 

“Most of the simple vegetables come straight from the kailyard – always have, as long as we can remember. Nothing is as fresh to us. Or as rewarding.”

 

Claire took a tentative bite, keeping her eyes firmly on the gorgeous old dinner plate – clearly used only for special occasions – as Jamie’s foot silently nudged hers beneath the table.

 

Somewhere around three that afternoon, Ian had hobbled down to the barn – he had lost his leg in a childhood car accident, Jamie later explained – finding a doubly rare sight. Jamie Fraser was idle – and Jamie Fraser was in the company of a woman.

 

That he had somehow, sometime told Jenny and Ian who she was had been clear – but just exactly what they knew about her was not. She had helped Jenny and the kind housekeeper Mrs. Crook prepare dinner – over Jenny’s protests that a guest should rest – seeking the opportunity to quietly introduce herself to Jamie’s sister, and needing the time away from him to just reflect on her whirlwind day. She had had months – years – to prepare. He had had no notice, and yet had taken it all in so gracefully.

 

Had pledged himself to her, fully. Unequivocally.

 

Would she do the same for him?

 

She’d immediately accepted his offer of a place to stay for the night. Jamie had proudly shown her to one of the beautifully apportioned rooms on the second floor of the Big House – Lallybroch – sharing incredible stories of the many Frasers whose blood and sweat had been poured into the very stones and floorboards of the house since before the Revolution.

 

Light streamed through the windows of the room that was to be Claire’s – the hand-carved bed covered in a worn but exquisite blue bedspread that had been quilted by Jamie’s grandmother MacKenzie; two plush armchairs of a 1940s vintage cozily angled before a small fireplace; on the wall above the bed, a vibrant watercolor of the Big House amid the glowing orange leaves of autumn.

 

“There should be some spare clothes in the bureau,” Jamie remarked softly, remaining just inside the doorway as Claire quietly acquainted herself with the room. “And my Mam painted that when I was small. We have her drawings and paintings up all over the house.”

 

From her position at the window, admiring the kitchen garden and small orchard of fruit trees clustered near the old outhouse, Claire turned to smile at him. “Do you paint?”

 

He shrugged. “I’ve tried. But Jenny has the real talent for it – some of her pieces are downstairs.” He paused, licking his lips. “Well then. I’ll be down in the study with Ian. Have some orders to straighten out for tomorrow. Will – ”

 

“I’ll be all right,” she reassured him. “Thank you, Jamie. Truly.”

 

His smile – small, glowing – was absolutely beautiful. “Thank *you*, Claire.” Then he turned and disappeared down the hall.

 

“The apples in that pie you helped me with come right from the orchard – great-grandmother Fraser planted them, right after the War Between The States,” Jenny continued. Claire snapped back to the present as the toe of Jamie’s boot curled around the back of her shin.

 

“I’m normally not much help in the kitchen, but you’ve all been so incredibly warm and generous – ”

 

“Nonsense,” Ian insisted, tearing up a piece of Mrs. Crook’s thick homemade oat bread – a bannock, Jamie had called it – for his three-year-old son – Jamie’s namesake holding court at the worn but homely kitchen table between his father and uncle. “You’ve made Jamie smile again. Lord knows that’s been a rare sight since he returned from ‘Nam.”

 

Jamie withdrew his foot – and Claire looked across the half-empty portions of roasted pork and Brussel sprouts and corn bread. Meeting his intense blue gaze. Hoping her eyes could convey everything her voice could not.

 

 

Apple pie and whisky before the fire in the sitting room – lined floor to ceiling with books dating from the 18th century all the way up to shiny new editions of Slaughterhouse-Five and In Cold Blood. Comfortable silence between them when Jenny and Ian departed to tuck the children into bed. And then when Claire had yawned for the fifth time, Jamie rose, banked the fire, and helped her rise from the couch. Then gently led her upstairs to the room that would be hers for as long as she wished. Holding her hand the entire time.

 

They paused in the doorway.

 

“Will you be warm enough? There are extra blankets in the hallway closet – ”

 

Claire rested her hands on his solid shoulders. “I’ll be just fine. I’m not fragile, you know.”

 

He settled his hands on her hips, eyes creasing with happiness in the dim light of the hallway. The silence of the house buzzed in their ears.

 

“I know you aren’t,” he breathed.

 

Then drew her close – holding her. Enveloping her. Feeling her melt against him – her heart thrum in time with his.

 

After a long while she pushed back, kissed the corner of his mouth, and quietly slid out of his arms.

 

“I’ll be right here, down the hall,” he whispered. Eyes dark.

 

She blew him a teasing kiss, then quietly swung the heavy oak door shut.

 

On both sides of the door, Jamie and Claire rested their foreheads against the wood. And sighed.

 

 

Despite her exhaustion, Claire slept fitfully. Tossing and turning on the heavenly soft mattress and under the almost sinfully warm quilt. So many images flashing through her mind – the bullet-scarred palm tree on the helicopter pad at Chu Lai; the faded anchor tattooed on the forearm of her anatomy instructor; the checked shirt Uncle Lamb loved to wear when presenting his latest findings to a group of his peers. The graceful, invisible shapes Jamie had traced with his hands as he shared stories about himself and his Fraser forebears – helping her learn about all the gifts he would give her.

 

Did she belong here? Could she belong here – the lady of this great house? Sharing such a well-respected name? Enjoying dinner every night in the rustic kitchen built two centuries ago, surrounded by so many Frasers, alive and dead? Quietly at peace here on the ridge which Frasers had called home for longer than Beauchamps had been in America?

 

No.

 

Yes.

 

Perhaps.

 

The house groaned and settled around her – easing into sleep.

 

Except the shuffle of steps in the hallway. Pausing outside her room, then continuing down the stairs.

 

At least she wasn’t the only restless person tonight. Jenny, perhaps? Maggie was still nursing – perhaps just another late-night feed?

 

Claire wrapped the tartan blanket – Fraser colors, Jamie had told her – from the foot of the bed around her shoulders, draped over the App State t-shirt and flannel pants that had been neatly folded in the bottom drawer of the bureau, gently pushed open the door, and stepped downstairs.

 

Only one room to visit at this time of night – the parlor, where books and the warmth of the fire could lull even the most restless to sleep.

 

But it wasn’t Jenny who sought solace, deep in the night.

 

Jamie stood after adding a fresh log to the fire, rubbing his face with his hands, clad in an olive-green Army-issued t-shirt and worn white long johns.

 

Claire must have made a sound – for his head snapped up, startled.

 

“Can’t sleep?”

 

His wide, sweet mouth twisted in a wry smile. “You could say that. I haven’t had a full night’s sleep in three years.”

 

Claire blinked harshly in shock. “You mean – ”

 

“Yes – since Chu Lai. I – well.” He swallowed, grasping for words. “I re-live all of it every night.”

 

She crossed the room to stand in front of him. Rested a tentative hand on his elbow. “Tell me?”

 

He did. Terrible storied of men blown to pieces. Villages burned. Dead livestock floating face-down in rice paddies. The faces of men he couldn’t save. Memories of pain, and anguish, and isolation.

 

“And the worst one –” his voice broke.

 

At this point they had curled up together at the corner of the couch, her legs tucked against his, sharing the warmth of the plaid. She squeezed his clammy hand. Encouraging.

 

“The worst one is when the VC attack Chu Lai – and I can’t find you, Claire. I can’t protect you. And then I’m scrambling down the hallway and they’re firing at me and I trip over your body.”

 

He wouldn’t look at her – preferring to stare into the hypnotic flames.

 

She wiped the tears from his eyes. Stunned.

 

“Have you ever told this to anyone?” Her fingers twined in his hair, damp with sweat. Bringing his face to rest in the curve of her neck.

 

All he could do was shake his head. Breathing hard. Burrowing closer to her.

 

“Nobody here understands. I’m a war hero. The owner of this estate. I’m not supposed to be scared. I’m not supposed to have a back twisted with scars. I’m not supposed to be terrified of going to sleep every night.”

 

Claire eased onto his lap. “Shh,” she soothed. “I’m here. Just let go, Jamie.”

 

He inhaled deeply. Shakily.

 

“Let go,” she repeated. “I understand. I’m here. You don’t have to pretend.”

 

A beat.

 

Then –

 

“I love you.”

 

His awed, red-rimmed eyes lifted to meet hers. Smiling through the tears.

 

Then her lips found his – and they clung to each other in desperation and joy.

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Atlantis: The Lost Empire, this movie is such a classic. My favorite Character is Vinny who is a perfect cast choice for Finnick (Vinnick as I like to call him in this AU) Enjoy this quickly done comic I did plus a cover Idea of Judy as Kida, and may I say that water is super hard to do

Baby We Could be Enough (I’ll Make This Feel like Home) by anyadisee

Length: 52k

“Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”

Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.

“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”

And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.

[harry is a photographer who’s trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.]

Ao3, One-Shot

galaxyalyson  asked:

Hi! I don't suppose you can direct me to any Sci Fi sterek fics?

uh hell yeah i can

In Other Words, Baby, Kiss Me by primroseshows (4/4 | 61,264 | NC17)

Stiles has simple goals in life. To successfully complete his secret radar project without getting fired, to get a cottage on the Moon, and to untangle his mess of feelings for Moon Station 3 deputy, Derek Hale. Heck, he’ll even settle for two of the three.

Specialized Technical Intelligence and Logistics for Earth and Space (S.T.I.L.E.S) by Yiichi (10/10 | 73,419 | NR)

“What the hell kind of a name is Stiles?” he asked.

“You know, a series of sounds spoken in a particular sequence that represent my identity, primarily, referring to me?“ the AI – Stiles – answered cheekily, crossing his own arms in front of his chest, mirroring Derek’s position.

“Ooh, this one’s feisty,” Peter smirked.

the truth is totally out there (dibs!) by callunavulgari (1/1 | 8,258 | R)

I’m so excited for our alien overlords, man, he sends to Scott at half past three in the morning. It’s a school night and he’s got an exam in organic chemistry halfway across campus in about five hours, but he figures that if his professor can’t forgive him for being a little sleep deprived the morning that real aliens are due to touch down on earth, well. Stiles doesn’t want to pass a class run by someone like that.

He’s in the middle of the X-Files episode with the creepy ass tapeworm monster that made him terrified of toilets as a kid when Scott texts back. you just want to fuck them, the text reads. He stares at it for a minute and really considers whether or not he should be offended by that. Sure, he might be a little more gung-ho about the aliens thing than your typical young adult, but he isn’t Fox Mulder. Nor is he one of the kinky fuckers buying alien dildos online. He’s just a dude who thinks that aliens are pretty fucking awesome.

That said, he totally wouldn’t turn one down if it offered to bone him. For science.

Within His Power by NoBezel (1/1 | 14/14 | 68,927 | NC17)

Derek is a wolfish cyborg, brother of the Governor of California, heir to the Hale fortune. Stiles is a un-sequenced human in a world of designer DNA. When Derek is forced to choose a mate, no one expects him to choose Stiles. To be fair, Derek doesn’t expect him to say no.

come on stranger by jaegermighty (1/1 |16,869 | PG13)

Evil robots, basically. Sometimes Stiles regrets signing that nondisclosure agreement.

21 PIRATES AU IDEAS AND HEADCANONS MASTERLIST

Here’s the first post with the first list of ideas
Now for the rest of the ideas

  • There’s a gimmick we thought about where at the last song of every show, they have a paint fight. And the front row is always warned about it because Captain and Davy will go down and imprint their hands on the first row’s shirts
  • And Victoria, of course she has front row, gets it above her heart and OF COURSE SHE HAS  A BAND BLOG THIS NERD, and posts it
  • (this is like way later tho, Chloe finds out that Vic is a huge fan) Chloe also has a blog for trolling ppl with random details about their band, and Sees vic’s post
  • “She touched my heart”
  • chloe is like “She toch dat titty”
  • And Max always calls Rachel Coupons
  • Maybe during a paint session in art class Max leaves a handprint on her shirt and Vic swears to fucking god it looks just like the print on the shirt she has framed at home but Nah it must be her imagination
  • Chloe took drum lessons because her mom wanted her to channel her excess energy and anger through something and it was a good idea for drums, Max was taking music lessons out of her own interest as a kid.
  • But also Max has always had a crush on Vic but Vic and her have never really interacted except for photography class until Vic hears her trash talking top lul. 
  • Vic isn’t a huge mega bitch, idk this is college time to grow up vic.
  • Vic starts her internship at the company that usually takes the photos and covers 21pirates Concerts. (”No Taylor you don’t understadn this company has great internship programs, look they have the best equipment too-NO THERE’S NO ULTERIOR MOTIVE TAYLOR.”)
  • Max and Chloe reveal their faces after graduating college through a dumb vine.
  • Chloe is super whippedTM
  • Rachel and Chloe meet because Chloe decides to tag along with Max one time to a photoshoot.(”You just want to see coupons.” “Nawww” “I don’t even know if she’s our model today.”)
  • Chloe and Rachel hit it off pretty well, after Chloe stops being a nervous mess hyper mess.
  • They exchange numbers and hang out more.
  • Unlike Victoria, Rachel is super perceptive and finds out Chloe is Davy after a while. Later on she finds out who Captain is too because Chloe’s a dumb-dumb and lets it slip.
  • Victoria goes through the 5 stages of grief when she finds out who 21pirates is
  • Max and Vic get closer to each other through photography and top stuff.
  • Victoria confronts Max after the face reveal vine which turns into Max calming Vic down and confessing, they get together later.

I’ll add more later

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T’is the boss battle with the tsundere asshole Boss Monster Lin!

-w-;; It didn’t come out as good as I’d hoped but it’s still good.

Videogame au: @blogthegreatrouge

Characters: Spring, Nateev, Meepers and Inashibe

@blogthegreatrouge

@inashibe

@nateev

@meeperspeeperslovecandy


BONUS:


The boss big brother, putting his little sister in bed.

Vg!Rin: @kawaiitalesans

Love will make a fool of ye.

This is a continuation of the pieces I have done of ‘lost moments’ told from Jamie’s perspective - the first can be seen here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9469679/chapters/21423464

I have take a wee bit of liberty here as @juniblue suggested a wonderful title to me (not used here because I couldn’t make it fit) and I wanted to write one of her ideas out as a thank you for both the prompt and the great title (to be used for a future work!) Thanks for reading! H xxx

Jamie gently guided her through the halls and corridors that lead to her surgery and smiled to himself as she lurched and staggered, her step heavier than usual but no less certain. She was a feisty lass even when she was half-gone with drink. She seemed more likely to brawl than to weep and Jamie found himself more attracted to her than ever.

He guided her into the surgery and carefully eased the door shut behind them to avoid prying eyes. He knew that Claire was likely safe enough in here now, the men who might have followed her had she left the hall alone had seen her leave with Jamie and were unlikely to try their luck tonight. Dougal was another matter though and Jamie discreetly thumbed the lock across the door.

He saw Claire startle as she noticed his movement, her eyes hard and wary as she looked at him.

“I’m not about to do ye any harm lass, I merely dinna wish to get myself into a strammash wi’ any drunken clansman who might have a mind to chance his luck on ye.”

Jamie folded his arms and leant against the thick wood, willing his heart beat to calm and his palms to stop sweating. It was the truth, he would never seek to do Claire harm, but he had partaken in a fair amount of drink himself and now he was alone with her and she was looking at him like she might skelp his arse if he put a foot wrong and the fierceness of her gaze was turning his gut into a roiling mass of butterflies, all flapping their wings.

“I should think not! I’ve patched you up more than enough times already and I told you to rest … which you haven’t been.”

She was smiling at him again, that perfect wee cat smile that came out when she was relaxing, he hadn’t seen it often but he knew what it meant all the same. It was the smile she gave when she was just being herself and not trying to be whatever Collom or Dougal or any of the others wanted her to be.

“Aye ye have, and I am grateful.”

Jamie’s voice sounded strange even to his own ears and he wondered absently if it was perhaps affected by the sudden change in the direction of his blood flow.

“I have been resting as much as possible, though there is still work to be done in running an estate such as Leoch.”

“And plenty of other men that could do it too.”

Claire stepped around her table and pulled out a chair, gesturing to it with her free hand. Jamie had been so busy watching her face he had not noticed her produce a small flask from her pocket. The scent of Rhenish filled the small room and Jamie’s head swam.

“Come and sit down, I’ll have a look and make sure everything is healing as it should be.”

He crossed to the chair and sat obediently, hurriedly removing his waistcoat and draping it across his lap to hide the startlingly prominent bulge.

“If ye drink much more of that then it may be you who needs tending in the morning, Mistress.”

“Well then, you’ll have to come and tend me won’t you?”

Claire laughed but before Jamie could even think of anything to say she had frowned and turned her attention to the bottles and pots on the table, her fingers flitting from one to another without ever really touching them.

“Forgive me, Mr McTavish. I think you are right, I have taken too much drink.”

He desperately wanted to tell her that he didn’t mind, that she had only to say the word and he would be by her side to offer whatever assistance that she might need but his tongue felt clumsy and thick in his mouth.

“Please remove your shirt or … come back tomorrow, I have kept you from your party for far too long.”

The thought of being asked to leave the quiet sanctuary of her rooms shocked Jamie enough to loosen his tongue and squeeze a few words past the knot in his throat.

“If ye dinna mind looking now, I would appreciate it. It is rather sore.”

He shrugged off his shirt and sat ramrod straight but his eyes sought hers and found them glowing amber in the firelight.

“Dia, ach tha thu `alain”

The Gaelic tumbled from his lips, like honey from a carelessly knocked over jar and although Claire could not understand the language whatever she saw in his expression caused her to blush gently and pushed away the last gossamer threads of awkwardness between them.  

“Thank you.”

She murmured and Jamie wondered if she had understood after all, a faint ray of alarm mixed with hope that warmed his core and once again set the butterflies in his belly into motion. As she smoothed her hands across his shoulders he realised that she was thanking him for removing his shirt but with her fingertips on his bare skin, he no longer had thought to spare it.

*Hail Mary full of grace …*

Jamie squeezed his eyes shut and was grateful for the dull pain that radiated from his shoulder when Claire pressed her thumb against it.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

“No… yes … but it was … fine.”

Jamie’s legs were trembling lightly and he felt beads of sweat, like the morning dew, appear on his chest and beneath his armpits. His balls ached almost worse than his shoulder and as Claire bent to examine the purple bruising around his collar bone, a soft curl of her hair brushed his ear lightly and Jamie gave himself over to God entirely, for he could no longer trust himself not to turn and press his lips to hers and allow his hands to run down the gentle swell of her hips.

He was so focussed on reciting the rosary in his head that he had not realised Claire had released her hold on him and was stood back watching his lips silently form the words. Colour flooded his face and he hastily cleared his throat and stood up.

“Will I live?”

He asked, carefully putting his shirt back on, offering Claire a lopsided grin

“As long as I don’t hear of you getting into any more scrapes or doing anything else to inflame that shoulder, I see no reason why you won’t live to a very old age.”

She returned his smile and stepped forward to straighten his cravat and Jamie allowed his finger to brush against soft skin of her wrist.

Recognition sparked in her eyes and for a tantalising moment Jamie knew that she wanted to kiss him almost as badly as he wanted to kiss her, he could feel it in the air between them the same as a filly sniffy a coming storm on the breeze.

But neither of them moved forward and the moment passed as Claire stepped back from him.

“I should bid you good night Mr McTavish.”

She smiled again and Jamie bowed deeply to her.

“Good night Mistress Beauchamp. Claire.”

He allowed his eyes to rest on her face once more and then turned away, forcing himself to put one foot in front of the other as he left her. As he stepped into the corridor, he turned and poked his head back into the room.

“Ye’ll lock the door after I go, aye?”

“I will.”

She promised and Jamie nodded to himself feeling pleased that she would listen to him and more pleased with memory of the look in her eye as she had touched him. Perhaps his hopes were not entirely fruitless after all! He wished that Murtagh or someone had been there to see the look and maybe help him grasp its full meaning but at the same time he was elated to have experienced such a moment just between himself and Claire … Jamie shook his head and grinned at the floor ruefully, hearing his father’s voice in his head:

*Love will make a fool of ye, yet!*

Chloebug and Chat Nath: The Sequel
  • Chat Noir: I brought pizza.
  • Chloe: EWW. I can't eat pizza! That's poor people food.
  • Chat Noir: Seriously? You don't like pizza? What don't you like about it?
  • Chloe: I already told you, it's for poor people!
  • Chat Noir: ...you've never actually tried pizza, have you.
  • Chloe: *blushes* I...
  • Chat Noir: *shoves a slice at her* Try it.
  • Chloe: *takes it with a napkin, pulls several disgusted faces, mutters complaints about the grease, but finally manages a tiny nibble*
  • Chat Noir: *pretending not to be interested in her reaction*
  • Chloe: *eyes widen* ... *takes another bite, blushes harder when the super gooey cheese slides off the slice*
  • Chat Noir: *thinking* Oh my God she's adorable.

missgrantscheerleader  asked:

Supercat canon divergence. Cat Grant barista Au. Please and spanx.

You and @reginalovesemma are in so much trouble. Again.


Originally posted by chopchopmissgrant

On AO3 if you prefer. 

Kara has idle daydreams about when she’ll hear from Cat. She envisions personalized stationery all the way from the Orient Express, or a knowing postcard from Paris. In darker hours, those 3am-can’t-sleep-for-missing-her hours, Kara worries the first communication she’ll have from Cat is a scream, or  a stutter in her heartbeat. 

Instead, it’s a messengered note written on a napkin from a Bulletproof Coffee store. Cat couldn’t find the time to open her email, or the money to buy actual writing paper, but she took the time to scribble an address and FedEx the damn thing to Kara’s office at CatCo. So almost exactly the level of drama Kara has been pining for these past few months. It isn’t even signed, relying on Kara to recognise that impatient handwriting with its tight loops and jagged lines.

Since there’s no detail, Kara doesn’t waste time or money on the façade of looking up the nearest airport and booking commercial flights. She looks, just in case, but the number of changes suggest Cat is truly in the middle of nowhere, USA. If there’s a spa resort there, it’s so exclusive that the internet doesn’t contain so much as a whisper of its existence. 

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In this silly swap au, Taako would take Ren’s place (since she took his).

After the events of Glamorsprings, Taako was disgraced and attempted to hide himself from the world. He settled in Refuge and when the bubble went up, he was more than relieved to finally be free of consequence. He started up a little bar, only serving drinks and, still incredibly traumatized by what happened, he vowed off magic.

To him, it’s only been months since Glamorsprings, when it’s actually been 6 years.

Ren adores Taako; he’s the sole reason that she finally left the Underdark to live her own life. She considers him her greatest inspiration. You can imagine her shock when she sees him running a bar in a bubbled city.

Bucky Barnes Soul mate AU drabble

Summary: Bucky has a soul mate, but doesn’t know it until he, Steve and Sam come back from a mission

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader Y/N, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson

Notes: I am the worst at updating!!! But since it’s my birthday, you can’t yell at me! :p This one has been in my drafts for a while… Enjoy this cute fluff!

Soulmate. The concept had always been present in Bucky’s mind as it was in everyone’s, but he had never felt anything or recieved any sort of message from his person. He had tried writing a simple ‘hello’ once when he was in high school, but there was no reply. He saw so many people feel what their soul mate felt and talked back and forth through writing on their arms with marker or pen. He had seen so many couples stop and stare in amazement at meeting for the first time, almost undoubtedly kissing at first sight.

During Bucky’s capture, all he could think about was what his soul mate felt during the torture and whenever he had the chance and remembered, he wrote apologies all along his right arm.

And now, in the 21st century, Bucky still had no soulmate. Steve had found his, of course, and Bucky was glad for that, but also a bit jealous at times. He’d see Steve and Sharon look at each other in that way and he’d be so happy for Steve and then want something like that for himself. By now, though, the concept wasn’t something he thought about since he figured that maybe he wasn’t meant to have a soul mate. Maybe the universe made it so that he didn’t have that unmistakable feeling when he looked at someone for the first time and maybe he wasn’t supposed to feel what they felt.

Bucky, Steve and Sam were on a mission in France. It was supposed to be a simple extraction of intel and it was until Bucky felt a shooting pain that radiated from his foot to his kneecap on his right side. He looked down and there was nothing that could have caused such an almost debilitating pain, so he did his best to ignore it. Once their mission was complete, they all went back to the safe house in Germany to keep their payload safe and rest up for a day of traveling.

“You okay, Barnes?” Sam asked Bucky once they entered the house.

“What? Yeah, I’m good. My leg just hurts,” Bucky explained.

“You’re not bleeding, are you? How did you get hurt?” Sam asked.

“I didn’t, that’s the thing… Probably just a cramp,” Bucky surmised.

They each retired to their rooms and as Bucky undressed, he noticed that there was writing on his leg. His heart raced as he read the text that appeared on the inner side of his calf.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make your leg hurt. I fell down a flight of stairs and broke my fibula…” it read. Bucky’s heart raced. He had a soul mate and they were apologizing to him.

Not knowing what else to do, he threw some sweats on and knocked on Steve’s door.

“Come in,” Steve said.

Bucky opened the door and shut it behind him, his heart pounding out of his chest.

“Steve… My soul mate…” he managed out. He lifted his leg up and Steve read the writing.

“Bucky, we have to find this person…” Steve said, sounding happy. “Write back! But, not on that leg, it’s probably in a cast by now. Bucky this is fantastic!”

Bucky had no idea what to make of all this. Steve gave Bucky a couple of markers to write with and he started to write back on the opposite leg.

“That’s okay, get a cast on it. What’s your name?” Bucky read aloud to Steve as he wrote.

It was a few seconds before he recieved a reply.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N. What’s yours?” Bucky read aloud as the words appeared on his skin. It was a girl. His heart leapt bounds and he froze, a million thoughts swirling in his head.

“Well, go on then!” Steve said, noticing Bucky’s hesitation.

“What if she knows who I am and what I’ve done… what if she doesn’t want to meet me…“ Bucky’s self-doubt spilled out of his mouth.

“Buck, she’s your soul mate there’s no way she wouldn’t want to meet you,” Steve explained.

With a shaky hand, Bucky wrote his full name and waited for a reply.

“The hero, Bucky Barnes? That’s you?” she wrote. Bucky studied the word “hero”. He had never thought of himself as one, always the villian if there had to be one, but when her first impression of him was that he was a hero, then he supposed it couldn’t be all bad.

By the end of the night, they had set up a time place to meet in person and Bucky was shaking with nerves by the time he was waiting for her. He had begged Steve to come with him to the Starbucks where they were to meet and after wearing him down, Steve finally agreed. It was mid-October, so the New York air was chilly and it didn’t help Bucky’s nerves at all.

Then he felt it.

His head started spinning and his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest as he looked around to see her. To his left, he saw a girl on crutches, her right leg wrapped in a purple cast. It was her.

“Steve…” Bucky managed out and gestured to her.

Before Bucky knew what he was doing, he walked over to her and their eyes met. Time seemed to stop when they looked at each other. His heart skipped a beat, he swore, and he could see nothing but her. Those eyes were the most beautiful he’d ever seen and he wanted nothing more than to stare into them for the rest of his life.

“It’s you… You’re Bucky,” she spoke breathlessly. “You’re my soul mate.”

Bucky smiled and nodded. “I’m.. I’m so glad to meet you…”

A huge smile spread across her face and Bucky couldn’t help but be mesmerized by how truly stunning she is. He wanted to know everything about her: her favorite foods, what kind of clothes she liked, even her favorite perfume. Interrupting his train if thought, Steve spoke from behind him.

“Bucky? Is this her?” he asked.

Bucky tore his eyes away from her face and looked at Steve. “Yeah, this is her… This is my soul mate, Y/N… Oh, Y/N, this is my best friend Steve.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” she said and leaned her weight on her good leg to stick her hand out to Steve for him to shake.

Bucky felt lighter than air when she spoke and he wanted nothing more than her happiness. The sun had begun to set by the time their drinks were finished.

“Well, I should get going. I have some medication to take and an exam to study for… It was wonderful to finally meet you, Bucky…” Y/N said in the sweetest voice he’d ever heard.

“I think you two should stay at the tower tonight…“ Steve said and smiled.

Bucky knew that he and Y/N had to spend the night together–it was a seal for their bond. At this point in their lives, their soul mate bonding is at its most fragile at the first meeting. There are some soul bonds that fall apart and take years of emotional labor to repair. Bucky looked at Y/N with pleading eyes and she smiled and nodded.

~*~

The following morning, Bucky woke up to soft skin against his own and a warm body curled tightly against him. As he breathed in, he smelled strawberries and vanilla, and it encouraged him to bury his head deeper into Y/N’s hair.

“Good morning, Bucky,” he heard her coo softly after she shifted slightly. Her cast made it hard for her to move freely in the bed, so Bucky made sure to move with her wherever she needed.

“Morning, doll..” he said and pulled back from her to look at her face.

She looked up at him and they smiled at each other as if the whole world had stopped just for them. Bucky’s heart began to pound in his chest and he placed a hand to her soft cheek.

Before he knew what he was doing, he followed the loudest voice in his head, screaming to just kiss her. So he did. He anchored his head down and let his lips fall to hers gently. She tasted of sweet mint, vanilla and decadent strawberries. Bucky was intoxicated and he couldn’t get enough. It was only when their lungs demanded oxygen that they parted from their passionate and time-stopping kiss.

“So… Breakfast?” he asked her and she nodded, giggling.

((i fucked up the latest au anon by deleting the first message by acCIDENT ok here u go guys)

(au anon) okay soulmates au’s with markings on their bodies and all are cute but how about the ‘were mentally bonded and everything u think my mind knows’ and like ofc when they were little its like the most random stuff like 'this car toy is really great!!’ but as they get older and Evens bipolar develops and Isaks life gets overthrown it becomes the randomest shit ever like Isak just hearing 'i rlly feel like buying 8 cars rn,’ and isak is like 'wtf no’ OR isak having his existential crisis //

(au anon) // about his sexuality and Even hearing the panicked thoughts in his head like fUCK why do i keep looking at tHIS GUY DURING THIS PORN??? but the moment they find each other its like hella shook because like isak thinks 'wow hes cute’ and even thinks 'hes rlly hot’ and u get not so appropriate thoughts at one point 'how about i pull ur red snapback off and play w ur blonde curls’ and isak is like what,,,, and even is like what,,,,, ,,, ,,, , and it just a mind blowing moment in the //

(au anon) // school cafeteria that got everyone shook,, but like theres no wAY u can hide ur secrets to ur soulbond because even was like 'cmon this movie is great’ but all isak is thinking is 'i rlly wanna kiss u rn’ and even is like baby,,, what the fuck,,, ((this became more crack than srs lmao sorry but like u culd have cute moments like completely shook even at a low and isak being like hey man its okay theres someone out there listening to u always ok ur always being heard))

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What did the gems look like back in the day? IE buddys book


Here you all go!! Some Buddys Book Gem’s! For your enjoyment. I am glad with how each of them came out. Enjoy!!

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