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#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 8)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 971

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

A/N: Uh…enjoy?

Originally posted by thesillybus

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” Daisy asked teasingly, stifling a laugh as you glared at her.

“Can we not talk about last night, please?” you begged while Daisy shook her head stubbornly, a smirk gracing her lips. 

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A new comic that White and I have been working on!! We were gonna wait longer but nOPE too hyped and wanted to get it out there! Pages/Updates will officially start this Sunday 6/18, and will continue on Sundays from there! We really hope that you guys like this comic! You can send us asks as well!

Trapfinding 101 with Professor Jack

(Context: Our party begun a rescue mission to save a group of children who were kidnapped by humanoid-sized demon bees. As soon as we enter the beehive, I, the rogue, took point…)

Rogue: Okay, I don’t know if giant bees would set traps, but lemme see which of these two hallways would be safest… (Roll perception)

DM: In the hallway to your right, you look at the slimy floor, and see a line from one wall to the other where the substance looks a little too pristine. There’s clearly something there that you wouldn’t want to step on.

Rogue: Alright, everyone follow me down the left hallway, and watch your step. Look for well-trodden ground, and avoid any spot that looks too tidy. (Takes literally *one* five-foot step…)

DM: And give me a reflex save.

Rogue: Fuck. (fails) Fuck!

DM: Suddenly, your legs are completely covered in a green, sticky fluid that begins to harden very quickly. You are now entangled, and you now smell of onions.

Rogue: *groan*…

Rogue: …Aaaaaaand that concludes this demonstration. Are there any questions?

Wings and Embers

Fellow acomaf fans,

Because I love Wings and Embers (for those who don’t know, Wings and Embers is the bonus nessian story found in the target edition of acomaf) I turned the pics I found — taken by @bookofademigod (@this post) HUGE THANKS btw. Without you, we would’ve been missing a lot!— into text so I can easily reread it. And I thought why not share it?? So here it is!

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Escape:  the Bree years

6 Months Later

When Claire thought back to the early days with Bree she could only describe it as if she were climbing out of a fog.  Fog so dense, so thick, you couldn’t see your outstretched hand in front of your face.  Like the red tail lights of a car in front of you that you can see, but then disappear, and no matter how far you drive you can never catch a glimpse of the thing that you know is right in front of you. 

Slowly though, the mist had cleared.  

Through her own determination, her sister-in-law’s support, and Jamie’s unfailing love, she managed to find joy again.  Claire’s joy was in her work, if only part-time.  She loved the energy of the Emergency Ward, the fast pace, the split-second decisions, and the challenge of performing a different surgery almost every day.  

“Suction.”  Her field of vision was cleared immediately.

“I need another clamp, please.”  

The instrument was in her hand before she was done asking.  But that’s how it was with her and Geillis.  They knew each other so well that they anticipated each other’s needs.  

She looked up and smiled at Geillis.

“Hocus Pocus,” Geillis giggled.

“Time to focus,” Claire admonished with a wink.  

Everyone agreed that Geillis was an excellent surgical nurse, but put she and Claire together in the O.R. and you had real magic.  

Her joy was in Jamie.  He was happy he had provided for his family’s needs. He moved mountains to prepare their home for a Nanny.  Her husband had charmed Mrs. Fitz at their first meeting, then invited her to dinner at their home, and asked her to care for Bree.

“Honestly, Mrs. Fitz, I’ve no’ seen anything like it.  She went to ye as natural as she would her Auntie Jenny,” Jamie smiled at their guest.  

“Och, she’s a sweet child,” Mrs. Fitz said as she stirred sugar into her tea.

“So, we were hoping that ye might consider being her Nanny three days a week. Not full time, mind.”  Jamie poured on the charm.  “Seein’ as she has no Grandparents, ye really would be filling a huge void in her life.  Someone who could teach her the songs and stories that our mothers would have done. The presence of someone with such strong character and values. Do ye ken my meanin’?”

“Aye,” the blue eyes twinkled, “I ken fine what ye mean.”

But Mrs. Fitzgibbons had said “No”.  

She was getting on, she explained, and her knees were sometimes sore.  After years of wandering hospital halls she’d had enough.  It was the stairs, she explained, the ones leading up to the flat, and the others inside.  She knew she would never be able to manage.

Jamie understood her decision.  He just didn’t accept it.  

The same drive, determination and stubbornness that drove James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser to rehabilitate after his accident, to be successful in business, to tenaciously fight for Claire with every folded piece of origami when they first met, did not take Mrs. Fitz’s ‘no’ lightly.

One week later he showed her the flat on the ground floor that Claire hadn’t even known existed.  Apparently, Jamie had been using it as a storage space for years.  He rattled on to Mrs. Fitz about all the amenities, promised her whatever features she wanted, made it rent-free, and finally convinced her to take the position.  

The minute their daughter reached her little arms out for Glenna Fitzgibbons, Jamie had seen it as Divine Intervention.  

And Jamie Fraser was not one to spit in God’s Eye. 

He’d opened his wallet, and opened it wide to ensure the peace he and Claire needed as working parents.  He cleaned out the space, designed and oversaw the renovation, even going so far as to have a lift installed in his building.  

“Where are ye goin’?”  His blood ran cold at the sight of the suitcase and the clothes Claire was jamming into it.

“Dammit, Jamie, this is getting ridiculous!” Claire was furious. “The noise is unbearable.  Bree can’t nap, and I can’t keep her out all day while they put in a fucking lift that costs a small fortune!”  She walked into the bathroom to pack up her toiletries.

“Claire,” Jamie followed her, “Claire - wait!”

She stopped and looked up at him, her face close to his, her whisky eyes dark and threatening.  “I’m going to Lallybroch.  I’ve taken two weeks off and Bree and I are going to your sister’s.”  

Jamie breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to the closet to grab some clothes.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Well…I thought,” Jamie stuttered.

“Think again.”  Claire spun around and threw her bag of creams and lotions in the suitcase.  “You have two weeks, James Fraser.  We’ll be home Sunday next after supper,” Claire poked her husband hard in the middle of his chest, punctuating every word.  “I. Want. It. Finished.” She paused, then added with a tug on his sweater, “Stat.”

“Aye,” Jamie whispered.  “Ye have my word.”

Her joy was in Bree.  Their daughter was happy, and thriving.  She was crawling, cruising along the furniture, and babbling. She watched everything with solemn eyes, taking in every word, every action.  Intelligence brewed behind that angelic face.

“Dada!” Bree shouted when Jamie came home.  Hell, she said it every time he entered a room.  

“Halò, mo leannan!”  

Claire’s 12 hour shift from 5:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. allowed her pick up the baby, while Jamie did the dropping off.  Mrs. Fitz was packing up the diaper bag while Claire was tidying up the toys that stayed in Mrs. Fitz’s flat.  

As all three adults watched, Brianna Ellen Fraser turned from the chair she had used to pull herself up, and took three solid steps forward before landing on her bottom. 

The adults gasped.  Mrs. Fitz clapped.  Claire squealed and ran over to Bree. Jamie grinned and dropped down on his knees. 

Claire lifted their daughter up, and set her on her feet again.  “Go to Da, Bree. Get him!”

“Come, mo nighean brèagha,” Jamie cajoled, “Come to Da.”  Their clever girl did it again.  Three more steps, then down she went.  Once more, and she made it into Jamie’s waiting arms both confused and thrilled that she’d managed to impress the most important people in her life.

While Claire still felt the odd pang of guilt at leaving Bree so young, the pangs were like wisps of fog clouds, feather light, hardly lingering, being burnt off by the sunshine in their lives.    

Tonight, as Jamie aroused her, whispering his words of love and lust, it was difficult to remember why she had ever shut him out.  When he ran his hands over her flat stomach and down to cup her between her legs, she was unsure as to why she ever thought she could be happy alone.  

Taking him into her body, she had leaned down to him, chest to chest, kissing him deeply.  


She could taste it.  She could feel it.  She desired it.  For everything that her life was now, she was grateful.  Her job.  Her friends.  Her home.  Her husband.  His love.  His child.  

Both children.  

She found she could even be grateful for Faith because Faith made her realize just what a miracle they had in Brianna.  

And as she lay on top of him, his hands at her hips trying to urge her to move, she stayed still.  She thread her fingers through his mahogany curls so dark against the pillow, holding his head still.

“Don’t move,” she whispered.  “Just feel.  Feel us, Jamie.  Feel what we have. Feel all that had to happen to get here, to this place.  Us, together.”

She kissed him again and felt him smile through it.  

“I’ve never been more grateful for an open window and a dislocated shoulder,” he whispered back flicking a thumb over her nipple.

The silence of the night surrounded them.  The lay entangled now, Claire running her fingers lightly over Jamie’s chest, Jamie rubbing her arm slowly, each lost in thought. 

“Ye were right about gettin’ back to work.”  

“You were right about having a nanny.”

“Are ye happy, Claire?  Truly?”  She could hear it in his voice now, just as she saw it in his face when she was packing her bag for Lallybroch a few months back. 

Uncertainty, tinged with fear.  

She untangled herself, and rolled over on to her stomach to face her husband.

“Did I worry you that much?”

“Scairt me, more like,” he reached out and brushed her curls behind her shoulder, his hand lingering.  “I thought….once or twice…ye were gonna leave me.”  He said the words softly, bravely, honestly.   

“I scared myself,” she admitted.  “To be completely honest, Jamie, you can thank Jenny.”  

Jamie nodded.  “I have.”

He hugged his sister, hard.  Hugged her like he did when they were bairns. Except now he was such a size she could barely reach him.  

“Dè tha ceàrr, bràthair?”

“Nothing’s wrong.  Now,” he said.  “Jenny.  Ye’ve been so good to Claire.  To me.  I canna thank ye enough.”  

He could feel the tears, but he breathed deeply, finding control.  

“When I think back to Mam and Da, and how their marriage wasn’t supported by her brothers, I just feel so grateful that ye love Claire like a sister.  That yer there for her.  And for me.”  

“Jamie -”

“Nay, Jenny.  I found the journal.  First page, she wrote the story of how ye encouraged her to do this.”  He shook his head in disbelief.  “Jenny.  Ye need to understand.  I’m damn certain that ye’ve saved my marriage.”

“To answer your question, yes.  Yes, I’m happy.  And lucky.  And grateful.  And in love.  So very, very much in love.”  Claire held Jamie’s gaze.

“I wish I could have fought that darkness for ye,“ he said abruptly, his eyes dark and intense.

"It wasn’t your fight, it was mine. But you won it anyway,” Claire said, dropping a kiss on his shoulder. 

"Aye, but that’s not what I meant. I hate that ye may feel any regret over it,” he said.

"There aren’t any regrets,” Claire said. “I thought of every one of them over the past few months, and here I still am.”

“Thank God,” he said, smiling, “and God help ye.” Then he added, “Though I’ll never understand why.”

Claire laid back down, snuggling up against her husband’s side.  She pulled the duvet up around them both.  

“Because,” she said, “I bloody well can’t do without you, Jamie Fraser, and that’s all there is to it.” 


Kat took a long drag of her cigarette, as she looked around to make sure the bar was clean and ready for the next night. There weren’t many female bosses around San Myshuno but she didn’t care she’d managed to earn their respect by holding a ruthless reputation. Running one of the most popular underground bars in the city. It wasn’t easy but Kat enjoyed it… to think before the war they would have expected her be married and have 6 or more kids running around by now… she was definitely not cut out for that. Having grown up with 4 big brothers all who she’d lost in the war Kat was hell bent on not becoming someone’s housewife but rather continuing on the family name, a name that had once commanded so much respect, but now that her father and brothers were gone, no one so much as even remembered the name Moretti anymore…

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anonymous asked:

I'm so sorry for bothering you but I am so afraid. I feel like i've set myself up for a major disappointment with Jonsa. With the leaks being accurate and Jon leaving Winterfell so soon meaning no interaction with Sansa after episode 2, an onslaught of attacks and even that recent pic of a cold af Sansa (she should at least be a bit emotional) etc. i feel as if I Probably was delusional or misinterpreting. You're someone i admire and all, so can ya help out a fellow depressed shipper?

Going to say this real quick, before my answer, if anyone has anything to add I highly suggest and support you do! 

*Disclaimer: While I do have proof in what I have voiced here, it is an opinion of sorts, or a suggestion/thought/implication, meaning I could be entirely wrong. Please do not take this as evidence that Jonsa will happen, because we don’t know what will happen. I don’t want y’all to get your hopes up because of meta such as this. However, thank you for reading and getting excited alongside me!*

Hey anon, you’re definitely not bothering me and don’t feel bad (Get ready, because this is long as hell). I think we all set ourselves up for disappointment for hoping a relationship as great as Jon and Sansa might come true. I myself and still coming to terms with it, because it wasn’t an accident, I feel like D&D purposely did this and it’s only getting worse this season- and it’s only the first episode. We have Soap and Drama directors looking at these scene’s in both confusion and understanding because it does come across romantic. 

And honestly, while a great deal of spoilers were correct, the context was completely wrong. We only have scenes, not dialog and what truly happens. We were told Jon would embarrass and yell at Sansa in front of the Lords and that would only drive them apart, but you know what we got instead? A small argument and immediately thereafter Sansa praising Jon for being a great King, telling him he is the furthest from Joffrey (look at @kitten1618x post about heir conversation and what it means, that should help sooth you)  she has ever met (Her first romantic option was an arsehole, all of them are, and they’re supposed to be knights- well guess who is there beside her right now that is ‘brave, gentle, and strong’, the furthest from Joffrey- he’s being compared to her last love interest. You don’t do that to brothers, sorry). 

When he tries to keep his distance from her she grabs is hand, again, and they focus on it like in season six. That’s not a coincidence. While Jon is still having a hard time trusting her, we can see Sansa reaching out and trying to help him despite that. And then there’s the distance he keeps from her, refusing to look at her, not wanting to touch her, the look he gives her when she does touch him and hold onto him? He looks both nervous and concerned- kind of scared or sick. 

I have a simple response to that. Jon’s already in love with her (Refer to this meta for a better introduction to that and how it works, lmao). Last season we saw him trying to dissect her, figure her out, and on the last episode it all seems to crash down on him. 

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Originally posted by daughterofwinterfell

Sansa is not only the girl who left her tower, per say, she’s fighting to get it back. She is both aggressive, head strong, but intelligent. She also keeps her skirts/silks (lmao, this is important because he wanted his last lover in a dress just like hers), both Stark colored and Tully, and we have Blackfish compare her to Cat while many compare Jon to Ned- both in looks and attitude- we know Jon likes softer woman who keep their strength alongside them, and that’s exactly what she’s become, ‘lovely, lonely, lethal’ and has the appearance he is most attracted to. So this season he’s suddenly cold towards her despite wanting to protect her last season, claiming he wouldn’t let anyone touch her again, he fucking promised and asked Mel not to bring him back if he failed, because that meant Sansa would be dead and he broke his promise to her. 

That’s the intentions of a knight, a man who wishes to protect his princess and keep her from harm. They went through so much together already, their heated arguments, returning to Winterfell, sharing each other’s emotions while still learning who they are to each other? 

You’re (D&D) telling me after all that he’s cold towards her because she gave her opinion just like everyone else? Not wanting her advice or to touch her, while she is warm and welcoming and finally comfortable around the one man who has treated her with care? 

He’s guilty. 

Not only that but the comparison’s between Jon/Sansa and Cat/Ned have gotten so ridiculously apparent even pure show watchers are questioning what is happening. Not only is her hair much like her mothers, and the color scheme is the exact same between the four, it’s after an argument. Cat and Ned fight over Bran’s age and Sansa and Jon fight over him listening to her (both topics also revolve around a child and his/her maturity)- Ned is literally refusing Cat’s argument in that scene just as Jon is with Sansa. 

Then they show she is also coming across much like Cersei, the juxtaposition between that couple (Jaime/Cersei) and Jon and Sansa happens in the same scene, side by side, and they talk about one another. 

It isn’t a coincidence either that Jon is revealed as her cousin after he kisses her, an intimate moment between the two, it only sets up a great and angsty romance. Because we know but they don’t. (I would also like to mention, in the books, when Stannis asks Jon to take Winterfell and marry Val- he thinks about it, he thinks of having children with this woman, of sharing Winterfell with her, and there is a moment where her hair looks silver- but he denies her for Sansa- because Winterfell belongs to her)

And when he dies in the books, his last thought is of Sansa just like Ned’s was of Cat. Both constantly thought of their sisters (Lyanna/Arya) and how much they missed them and loved them- but when their last moment came their last thought was dedicated to someone else: Cat and Sansa. I truly think we are being led to think of them as a couple, because Sansa went from this:

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to this

Originally posted by lyannas-loves

She’s harsher in the first, despite their words finally coming to fruition, and now Sansa is softening towards him.

I think Jon is already entangled in her, but now it’s her turn, and until she figures it all out we’re going to be left stuck in the middle waiting. If and when Jon and D@ny hook up it’s not going to last, that I promise. They are nothing alike, their values are so different now days, and when people call them ice and fire they’re completely and utterly wrong. Because Jon is that, he’s both, which makes him leveled. But D@ny/Dragons, they’re only one, fire, which is never good; take a look at the WW. They’re only one, ice. do you see them doing any good? Nope, nada. 

So just keep that in mind this season. Even if we were wrong we’re not delusional. I promise. If you want more information book-wise and show-wise I suggest reading meta, especially blindspot’s. 

But I’m going to tell you this, canon is not everything, D&D have the ability to ruin all that we want even if they give it to us. So I suggest you just read some wonderful fic, because right now, we’re reigning in that department! 

(Again, if you have anything to add, do it! Let’s make this a stream!)

Also, don’t forget this:

Originally posted by dreamofspring

Originally posted by patchface

and THIS

(He’s just as aggressive I might add, watch the video, they make the same face- Ned put up with LF until he insinuated something gross about Cat, so I can only imagine what LF said about Sansa, because I can’t see him getting angry for any other reason, for Jon to react that way)

Also wanted to add while GRRM isn’t against cliche he has already admitted that Targaryen’s were the reason for their own downfall, and that the incest they fumbled with is exactly why. You can take that as you will. Because as he said, incest was the fall of the Targaryen line- why have the last two get together if that’s the case?


The Women’s March is now taking on gun control. It could be a huge mistake.

  • President Trump’s election launched the strongest protest movement in modern American history, and that movement has taken on an unexpected target: the National Rifle Association.
  • Over the past week, organizers with the Women’s March on Washington have organized protests in Washington D.C. and Virginia. But the new demonstrations, which began by standing in defiance against an attack on protesters, is now entangled with arguments about gun control. 
  • The original statement about protecting First Amendment rights from an attack by the NRA is instead reverting back to an old debate about gun ownership, re-drawing battle lines in a culture war that could become politically dangerous to Democrats.
  • The new series of actions began in response to a controversial NRA ad that was considered by many to be a call to arms against protest movements like Black Lives Matter and the Women’s March on Washington. Read more. (7/17/2017 9:30 AM)
A Blind Path Home, part 5

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.

Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?


“Remember when I made public all S.H.I.E.L.D.S and HYDRA’S secrets?” Natasha leaned against the conference table, a small smirk on her face.

“Good times,” Steve retorted, eyeing Bucky who looked to Nat for more information.

“Well, I went through all the files again with a little extra care,” she walked over to the large computer screen and flicked it with a finger. A hologram interface of the computer screen popped up, showing both men all the files Nat had gone through.

“Did you find her?” Bucky walked closer to the hologram and gazed at the files in front of him, trying to make sense of it all.

“Well, it wasn’t easy. They knew how to hide her.”

“How?” Steve looked over at the redhead, clearing his throat.

“She was under a different alias, but they did have her,” Nat typed something on the computer and another hologram popped up.

Steve’s heart dropped when his eyes met the image in front of him. It was a black and white grainy photo of you sitting down at a table, a HYDRA officer sat beside you. Steve stared at the still of you and recognized right away that look on your face.


He saw fear in your eyes and it pained him. They had taken you without him ever knowing and when he had to take the Valkyrie under, he had taken comfort in knowing you were okay. But now he knew the truth, you were not okay.

“That is her, right?” Nat placed a hand on Steve’s shoulder and he had to pry his eyes from the photo to nod at his friend.

“It’s her,” he whispered quietly, turning away from the image. His heart was pounding in his chest so rapidly, he had to take a seat because his knees wanted to buckle in. Bucky watched his friend move to one of the conference chairs with a look of despair on his face, before turning his attention to Natasha.

“When did she escape?”

“I didn’t find an exact date, but I did find a report on her,” again she pulled up more files from the computer and displayed them via hologram.

Bucky crossed his arm against his chest and read over the report in front of him. A few minutes later, he let out a deep exhale. “They were going to kill her.”

Steve snapped his head up, “They were going to what!”

“After you were presumed dead, there was an order to end her life,” Bucky sighed into his hand and flicked the information away with disgust “But they didn’t, Steve.”

“How do we know that!” Steve argued lifting himself out of the chair, his eyes flickered from Bucky to Nat.

She smiled and raised an eyebrow at the man, “Augustine Oberst, he was the one that helped her escape.”

Steve sat on the edge of his bed, his bags packed for the trip to Brazil where Augustine Oberst’s only son was alive and could very well be the key to finding you. Or at least answer some questions, possibly give a lead to where you could be. If you were still alive.

The handsome blond sighed, trying his hardest to hold on to the fading hope he had. His fingers stroked the front of the blue photo album in his lap, working their way to the edge of the book. He slowly opened the cover and the very first photo he saw brought a smile to his face. Steve pulled it out of the clear pocket and held it up to his face.

It was the one of the last photos taken of him before the serum. The photographer was Rose, who had just gotten the Kodak 35 Rangefinder and she had asked if she could take photos of the pair of you. Steve wasn’t too keen on it, but he saw how excited you were, so he went with it. Rose had taken at least a dozen photos, but when she brought the prints over to the apartment a few days later, it was his favorite of the bunch.

The two of you were sitting on a park bench, under a large oak tree. His hand was settled around your shoulder, your head leaned against his shoulders. The still was taken from behind, the sun was beaming down on the two of you, lighting your figures up perfectly.

Shutting his eyes, he could feel the sun from that day on his face. The feel of your head against his shoulder, the smell of green grass in his nose. He remembered that day so perfectly, the blissfulness of sitting on that bench, fingers entangled with yours.

Now you were like a ghost he could never see, but he felt you. Not a day had gone by, since he had woken up that he didn’t think of you or the years he spent loving you.

Opening his eyes, a guilt washed over him, like a cold ocean wave. Steve  hated thinking about those good times, because it only reminded him of what he had lost. If he had not been so hell bent on joining the war, things could have been different. If he had just said no to the serum, how different his life could have been. His mind flickered back to that very day and he allowed himself a smile, because he remembered how anxious you were. Steve always thought you were cute when you turned into a puddle of nerves and that day, you were the cutest girl around.  

You stood in front of Steve, listening to him reassure you. “Sweetheart, it’s going to be fine.”

“I’m scared, Steve,” you placed a hand on his bare shoulder and tried your best to give him a smile.

“Ah, come on love. You know me, I’m always fine,” Steve placed a hand on your face and caressed his thumb against your cheek.

You nodded and pressed your forehead against his, “I love you, Rogers.”

Your husband grinned and kissed you softly against the lips, “You’ll love me even more when this is all over.”

“Never,” you chuckled pulling from him. “I don’t think it’s possible to love you more than I do right now, standing right here in front of all these people. Who are staring quite rudely.”

Steve laughed and looked over to Dr. Erskine, who asked if he was ready. Taking a deep breath, he nodded and turned back to you. “It’s time.”

Holding back tears, you pressed a hard kiss onto his lips. And when Peggy Carter appeared at your side, offering to walk with you up to the viewing booth, you followed her up the stairs. Once at the top, you stopped and gave Steve a long hard look. Desperately you tried to memorise the lines of his face and the way he smiled warmly up at you as he laid down onto the table.

“He’ll be fine,” Peggy explained politely with a smile, motioning for you to follow her.

“He better be,” you said quietly, stepping into the viewing room. “We have plans.”

You walked over to the glass window and pressed a hand to it, Peggy watched the way you stared intently down at Steve as Dr. Erskine started talking into a microphone, he called Steve “the subject” and it made you wince. Peggy touched your elbow and pulled you back toward the seats, her smile was meant to relax you, but you sat down with a bundle of nerves. Dr. Erskine counted down from 5 then Howard Stark started to turn the handle to start the procedure. You held back a gasp as the table Steve was on moved up and entrapped him in some sort of capsule. A moment later, a blinding light started to rise throughout the room, your eyes screamed for you to look away, but you couldn’t .

And then Steve screamed.

You immediately ran out the viewing room and onto the  balcony. Peggy ran after you and yelled for them to stop the machine, you echoed her words, gripping at the railing.


Steve’s voice was loud and determined. So you swallowed the urge to scream and held your breath. Held it until the blinding light dimmed and the capsule opened.

Your heart pounded with anticipation, willingly him to be alive. To be okay.  

And then it opened, your mouth let out a dry grasp. The man inside the now opened capsule wasn’t Steve, not the one you knew. It was like Steve was suddenly filled in, his body was well sculpted, glistening with sweat across his abs. His biceps were muscular and he was much taller, your entire body stilled with shock. You watched the german doctor and another man help Steve out of the machine, everyone in the viewing room rushed out and down the stairs, Peggy along with them. But you couldn’t move. Your eyes were glued to your husband and you saw Peggy suddenly in front of him, saying something, but his eyes were searching for something.


He slowly lifted them to the top of the landing and a small smirk fell onto his face, he took a step forward. But suddenly everything had happened so fast, an explosion erupted from the viewing room and you fell to the ground, shielding your head with your hands.  Shots were fired and chaos rose up in the room.

“Y/N!” Steve’s voice yelled out to you, but you froze in horror. There were shouts and cries, as a few men flew up the stairs. More shots were fired and you screamed when a bullet slicked passed you, Steve ran up the stairs as one man got away. He kneeled down and quickly grabbed you into his now firm chest. HIs eyes wandered down to the now dead doctor and he fueled with anger, but you were shivering against his body.

“Beautiful, it’s me, It’s okay,” Steve’s hand pulled your head up to face him and his heart broke, there was an expression of fear on your face he had never seen.

“Steve?” you whimpered sliding a hand around his neck, but quickly you pulled away. “Go. Go get him.”

You saw an inner struggle written all over his face and you managed a soft smile. “I’ll be right here, go before he gets away.”

Steve wanted nothing more than to  kiss you long and hard, but you were right. So he took off.

A second later,  Peggy ran passed you and right out the door.

You collapsed on the ground, making the mistake of looking down to where Dr. Erskine laid dead. A hand flew over your mouth, tears wet your face. And you didn’t move from the spot, until nearly 20 minutes later, when a warm hand touched your shoulders.

“Beautiful,” even his voice was a tad bit different.

Steve helped you off the ground, his chest was nearly visible through the tight cotton shirt he had on. A few people came rushing up the stairs, wanting to talk to Steve, but Peggy who came in with Steve, pushed them away.

“Let’s give them some privacy, there will be time for questions,” she smiled at the pair of you, before motioning everyone back down the stairs.

Like a deer in headlights, you couldn’t stop staring at the new man in front of you. A panic rushed over your body, was this really Steve? Your Steve?

“It’s me,” he spoke quietly, as if he could read your mind.

Rendered speechless, tears once again graced your face. Steve shook his head and couldn’t think of the right words to say, so he decided to show you. He pulled you by the waist and wrapped his arms around you, his blue eyes looked into yours with such a loving gaze. You couldn’t help but think about how much taller he was, it felt strange to be in his arms like this.  And then he kissed you long and hard, lifting you up from the ground, just like he always wanted to. His kiss was the same as always, just a little more power behind them. Realization swam over you, when he broke his lips from yours and placed you back down. Your hands cupped his face, moving it side to side. Steve was still there.

“It’s you,” you cried out through a laugh. “Thank god, it’s you.”

He pressed his forehead against yours with his hands on your neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Rogers.”

The two of you kissed again, this time with a gentle ease. His body was different, but the way his mouth danced against yours, the slow deliberate way he moved his hands through your hair and the way he taste. It was still your Steve.

Finally pulling away, you smiled up at your husband and the two of you shared a private laugh. 

Everything would be just fine.

Steve carefully placed the photo back in it’s place and tucked the album into his backpack. He checked his watched and realized it was about time. The plane Tony had charted for Bucky and him to Brazil was scheduled to leave soon, so he grabbed his duffel bag and tossed his black backpack over his shoulder.

“Captain, the car has arrived to take Mr. Barnes and you to the airport,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.S voice spoke over the P.A. system in his room. He thanked her and walked over to his door, his eyes scanned his room and he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d like it. If you were alive and well, could the two of you just pick up where you left off? Or would things be different. Would you be a different?  There was no denying that Steve was a changed man, that the man who came out of the ice was not the same man that went under. The real question and Steve’s greatest concern was if you would still love him. 

And there was only one way that question could be answered, he had to find you.

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Blankets [JungkookxReader] (Pt 1/5)

Originally posted by thedesire

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Feat. Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung)

Genre: Romance/Angst/Smut BadBoyAU!

Summary: A one night stand turned into various visits. No strings attached, or at least that is what you told yourself every time he walked through the door. His first name was the only thing you knew, besides having memorized every sensitive spot that laid upon his skin.

One night you catch a glimpse of his world. One that you had never had the temptation to roam on your free will. Jungkook though was addicting, and your craving for his touches led you to venture into his life. This new found world offering you a freedom you didn’t know existed. The consequences of your actions instead of taking you a step closer to him, formed a barrier. Jungkook’s sweet touches turned rough with rage, his passionate kisses turned possessive, and his comfortable casual talk went to promises/lies of a forever. 

Rating: M [Language, Strong Scenes, Drug usage, Sexual Scenes](Will add a warning prior if that chapter will contain any smut scenes)

Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a One Shot, but after I started writing it I couldn’t stop. After it got way too long I decided to divide it into 3 sections. I am hoping to finish this in about a week. I almost have it completely finished, just need to edit it. I hope you enjoy it :)

Not 100% edited yet. Might have minor mistakes :)

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies.

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

-Still I Rise, Maya Angelou

Those eyes that showed you galaxies that forever were going to be out of reach. Those lips that peppered little glimpses of heaven all over your skin. Those fingers that traced every curve of your body as if you were made of the most fragile glass. Those strands of hair that you held onto with  dear life when he was rocking into you so deep that you were scared to spiral down into an endless abyss if you let go. Those promises of forever and always whispered in between the sheets every night. They were all but a mere figment of your imagination. Now you know better.

Those eyes were grounding you to the floor not taking you to outer space. Those lips were damning you to hell as you let them set your core ablaze. Those fingers were strangling your neck, stealing your breath away. Those strands of hair were not for support, they were but a loose rope that would let you fall. Those promises were lies. Forever and always did not exist. The only thing real were those blankets, where your sweaty bodies had entangled and connected over and over again.Those blankets were now entangled with last weeks takeout in the deep depths of trash, along with the memories of haunting smiles. At least that is what you liked to tell yourself. That was probably a lie too.


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Steven Universe Theory: How The Gem’s function

In this theory I am going to attempt to explain how the Gems of Steven Universe could potentially function in real life. This theory is based on a relatively superficial understanding of things like Quantum physics, so a more knowledgeable person in such fields would likely be able to tear this theory a new one. In fact I encourage such critiques, as I find debates like this rather entertaining.

With that disclaimer out of the way, let’s try to answer how, with my woefully rudimentary understanding of quantum physics, that The Gems could potentially function in real life.  

First we need to answer, what are the Gems? In the internet short called Classroom Gems, Pearl explains that Gems project hard light structures from their gems that comprise of their physical form from their gems. These Gems contain all of what they are, and their body is, as Steven puts it, “just an illusion.”

An illusion with Mass.

Is the concept of Hard Light possible? Actually yes, and in fact we’ve reputedly already made headway in this department. Princeton University has reported that they have begun Crystallizing Light. 

How have they achieved such a thing you ask?

Well what they did was they created a super conductive structure where the billions of atoms inside of it worked in tandem to create what they call an “artificial atom.” Photons that come in contact with this superconductive artificial atom take on the properties of said atoms, and they begin to interact with each other like particles. These photons, now entangled together like particles, began behaving like the states of matter, assuming qualities of liquids and crystallized solids.

In these experiments at Princeton, they reported that they were able to make light slosh about in a contained area like a liquid, and they were able to “freeze” this light into a Solid as well, all thanks to this superconducting “artificial atom” structure.

So we know now that there are potentially circumstances in which light photons can be made to behave like particles, thus creating hard light structures that are entirely malleable and able to shift between liquid and solid states very easily (assuming all this data is viable and laudable of course.) This sounds eerily similar to the Gem’s “physical” bodies. Much like with the results of these experiments, they are able to alter their physical forms at will, and as solids they behave just like regular physical bodies, if not much more durable.

So this begs the question, could a Gem potentially function as a superconductor?

A Superconductor is what is known as a Macroscopic Quantum effect, or something in quantum physics that is observable in large scale, as supposed to the atomic scale that quantum effects are normally associated with. A material becomes a superconductor when it reaches a temperature that allows energy to have zero resistance while traveling through the object. Normally an object’s conductivity is subject to resistance, which will cause the energy traveling through the object to be expelled via heat. This is why batteries run out of power when you put them inside something, because that energy is eventually expelled out of the wires via heat instead of continuing to circulate in the circuitry. In a Superconductor, the energy never leaves the circuitry and continues the circuit indefinitely until it no longer has its super conductive properties. 

This is consistent with Gems in Steven Universe, as all the energy they will ever need is inside their gems. While real life super conductors require intensely cold (or hot) temperatures in order to achieve this quantum state of conductivity, the Gems themselves appear to be a highly sought after theoretical state simply referred to as a “room temperature superconductor.”


A room temperature superconductive material would change the world of technology forever. Extremely advanced technology that is theoretically possible, but require an intense amount of energy with conventionally conductive materials, would be able to achieve the same effects with a room temperature superconductor with very little or no energy loss. As long as the equilibrium of Superconductivity is maintained, anything that utilized such materials would be able to function indefinitely.

This as well is consistent with Gems from Steven Universe. While each gem has variations on how much power they can exert at a given time, as long as they maintain within their boundaries and limitations, their gem forms will hold and sustain themselves for thousands of years with no sign of deterioration. This would also explain why maintaining larger hard light bodies than their Gems are equipped for is taxing for them. By pushing themselves beyond their equilibrium, they are losing their superconductivity and are losing energy from their gems via heat.


 When a gem is poofed, they retreat inside of their gems restore the equilibrium that superconductivity offers before reforming their bodies.

Can a Gem behave as a Superconductor? Gems, Diamonds and the like are composed of Carbon. Carbon can most definitely be used as a superconductor, especially as shown with experiments with a substance called Graphene. 

Graphene is essentially a 2 dimensional diamond, a lattice of carbon a single atom thick that is intensely durable (many times stronger than steel) and is a step in the direction of finding that coveted room temperature superconductor. Part of the process that takes place in the Kindergartens therefore, is changing the gem from a conventionally conductive substance to a room temperature super conductor, and feeding the energy that is drained from around them into the gem so it can achieve equilibrium inside of it and they can pop out fully formed. 

This would also explain why better formed gems like The Era 1′s are able to create things like Gem Weapons, while Era 2′s can’t even shapeshift. Gems like Garnet have energy to spare, so they can use it to create other hard light structures besides their bodies without affecting their equilibrium, while a gem like Peridot cannot afford such exertion. 

So far we’ve explained that, theoretically speaking, the Gems are a room temperature superconductive structure made of carbon, which house within them an equilibrium of energy that can be used to manipulate photons into behaving like particles, which they use to comprise their physical forms. Next is to explain where the intelligence and personality comes from. This is decidedly easier to explain. 

The Gems are artificial intelligence.

 Each atom inside of this room-temperature superconductive gem is a transistor, the thing that sends those 1′s and 0′s that are the building blocks of any and all computer programs and languages. We already have single atom transistors, so applying them in an intricate structure in the form of a seemingly ordinary gemstone is both plausible and practical. In fact we are currently working on a device that uses graphene (that afore mentioned 2 dimensional diamond) that uses light instead of electricity to compute things. In the lattice of graphene there is a single atom which operates as an “optical switch” 

Or a switch that can be flipped on an off at the speed of a photon. 

To put it in more simplistic terms: Its a computer that does its computing at the speed of light and is woven together at the atomic level, not with visible circuit boards. The kind of processing power such a structure would have would definitely allow for an artificial intelligence comparable with or even significantly smarter than the average human. 

So to recap: A Gem from Steven Universe, in real life, would theoretically be an Artificial intelligence, programmed into an atomic, superconductive-supercomputer (which computes at the speed of a photon/light) made of a type of carbon, has an equilibrium of light based energy within itself that won’t deplete as long as they stay within their boundaries of how hard they can exert themselves, and can manipulate photons into behaving like particles which comprise their physical forms. 

Landslide: Part Three


Dayton White (Logan Lucky) x Reader

When a tragic accident happens in the heart of your hometown - you’re forced to go back to the countryside you’d sworn to forget. In the midst of your world turning upside down you find yourself in a state of panic when the familiar face returns in your life, Dayton White. From the time you were young he was labeled in your mind as the man who got under your skin, with the past brimming to the surface - will you be able to fight off the landslide of love?

Word count: 4,867

Notes: Cursing, tension, (fluffy:)) Smut.

Let me know what you think! :) also my lady parts may have cried when I first saw this in the trailer

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What This Was pt. 2

Prompt: You use Bucky to make Steve jealous and while it works, you catch feelings.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,389

Warnings: language, angst

A/N: getting more into the meat and potatoes of the story (: enjoy. also, let me know if i’m missing anyone who wanted to be tagged.

Tagged: @thorne93 @defendors @itsagentromanoff @buckyismyaesthetic @girl-next-door-writes

Part 1


Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

“Pick a movie.” You swung your feet out from underneath you, hopping off the couch. You walked slowly over to the entertainment center, bending down and looking over the scattered DVDs that Tony had acquired over the past few years. For a guy so hi-tech, you couldn’t help but laugh at the fact he still bought DVDs. “What are you in the mood for?” You placed your lip in between your teeth as you searched for something that caught your eye.

As you looked behind your shoulder, Bucky yawned. “Anything.” He shrugged. “I have a lot of movies to catch up on. I haven’t seen any of the movies Stark has there.” He used his head to gesture to the mess of DVDs.

“At least pick a genre, Barnes.” You teased him, turning back to the DVDs. “Help me.” You pouted, absentmindedly sticking out your ass a little bit. You danced in place, while you debated between two movies. “Okay, zombies or romance?”

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nicaforov  asked:

Lily! I love you and how I have so much more love for seals now because of you ♡ For the birthday prompt, since I adore your Princess Diaries AU... You can choose which of these you'd prefer to write! 1) what happens after Viktor wakes up in the hospital following the gunman incident, 2) the moment when Yuuri realizes he's in love with the king, 3) or any fluffy moment between them. Thank you again! I'm so grateful adkisadlsadjks.

NICA 😍😍😍 I LOVE YOU and i love your beautiful intricate wonderful edits and your adoration for everything viktor nikiforov and -clenches fist- how organised and wonderful and friendly you are 💖💖💖 so here you go, numbeeeeer twoooooo happy belated bday my dear

Yuuri Katsuki has loved the King for a very long time. Or so he says. 

He can tell you the exact moment when his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the Crown Prince making his first official public speech at sixteen, long flowing silver hair smartly tied in a ponytail and bright blue eyes shining as he made his speech about saving the environment and cut the ribbon to a new wind farm out in the countryside of Petersburg. From that moment on, he’d collected all sorts of news clippings and photographs of the young prince, piling up books upon books about the House of Nikiforov in his tiny little bedroom. Pictures of his christening, pictures of his first public appearance at three, pictures of him at his father’s funeral at seven. 

Yuuri had been too young to remember the assassination of King Ilya IV, but the night after he read about it, he swore to the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling of his bedroom that he would grow up to protect the Crown Prince. To finally have the chance to stand beside him. And with that in mind, he’d begun to prepare. To train. 

Yuuri Katsuki knows three hundred ways to kill a man. A hundred and fifty six of them with his bare hands. He’s been trained in every possible weapon and martial arts system known to humans. He knows two hundred and eighty-four ways to dispose a dead body. And, of course, he has diplomatic immunity in sixty-three countries. Including Puerto Rico. 

But none of that ever prepared him for the flash of the King’s smile and the smoothness of his voice as he welcomes Yuuri as his new chief of security. None of that ever prepared him for the sparkle in the King’s eyes when he laughs, or the way his nose twitches a little when Yuuri makes a move in chess he doesn’t like, or the way the snowflakes entangle in his now-short silvery hair like little stars when they’re skating together on the canals behind the Winter Palace. 

“Yuuri, lift me!” chirps the King, his cheeks flushed from the cold, his mittened hands clapping together like a child on Christmas morning. Yuuri obliges, delighting in the way the King laughs, breath fleeing him in peals of bell-like mirth. His heart races even long after he’s set the King back down, and the man is dangling over his shoulder asking for more. 

So he obliges again, and then spins him in a dance right after, and it is worth everything in the world – every sacrifice he had to make to get to where he is now – just to watch the wonder spread all over the King’s face like ice crystals on water. 

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The Nail: June 2017

The Nail isn’t about perfection. It isn’t about award-level contenders. It’s about seeing focus and effort and hard work radiate off of the screen. 

The Nail’s purpose isn’t to highlight genres of fics or specific ships written during a certain time frame - the sole focus is quality.

Character dimension. Writing with clever readers in mind. Solid world-building. Tension through boundaries. Crazy crisp dialogue. Incredibly tight plotting. Big emotion.

And though yours truly - nice to meet you, new folks, I’m Nash! - is editor of the list, the goal is for YOU to curate the content. 

Read more about how all this came to be, find past editions, see what factors are considered when constructing the list, and learn how to get your recommendations in HERE.

Now - on to the stories!

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anonymous asked:

Can I have a opie winston imagine? Where your Jaxs younger sister, and opie always thought of you as a cute kid but you come back from college and everyone realizes how much of a women you've become and opie gets jealous and tells you his feelings for you.

Originally posted by cuntbrutality

A/N: Loved this idea! I hope you enjoy it!  ❤️
Warning: Cursing & Jealously

SAMCRO’s Princess:

“Jax you look happy.” Tig teased trying to hint to something of a naughty nature causing Chibs to crack a smile “Samcro is getting their princess back.” He said showing them the letter he had received from his baby sister. She went off to college to get away from the life her brother and father had lived, but she missed the boys deeply. “Well shit you heard Opie?” Juice asked looking over at the tall man who was sitting silently in his chair “What?” He asked snapping out of his fantasy land.

“(Y/N) is coming home.” Juice said word by word allowing each word to settle in Opies mind, memories flooded in of him teasing the girl, pulling her hair, holding her as she cried about some jackass, taking her out for her first real ride, all the good times he shared with the girl, he always wanted a woman like her, some one kind and gentle but Donna was more of the opposite, Lyla was sweet and gentle with a very difficult past.

“Oh my dear boys!” The doors to the “chapel” had been flung opened to reveal a beautiful woman, she had beautiful hair, that matched her bright eyes. The men all stood in confusion as to who the girl was, a few moments after she band pouted “You’re kidding right?” She said looking at Jax “What kind of brother doesn’t remember his own sister!” She yelled slapping Jax’s shoulder causing his eyes to widen “(Y/N)?” He asked questioningly not believing the beauty in front of him was his sister “No shit.” She said laughing as the others began to strangle her into deep strong hugs, all of the guys besides Opie “C’mon Harry you’re not going to give me one of your famous hugs?” She said, his name flowing off of her tongue perfectly, it sent a shiver straight to his brain, it really was her, only she had that type of effect on him. He opened him arms as she walked inside of them, he wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer to him allowing her to hear his heartbeat.

“Sis, we have to celebrate your homecoming, ma is going to flip when she sees you!” Jax said as (Y/N) and Opie pulled apart from each other. “Hell yeah!” She said laughing as he brother pulled her by his side walking her through the clubhouse “You know if you loved her for this long why not tell her?” Juice said once him and Opie were alone “Cause, he would kill me.” Was all Opie said “But isn’t she worth it?” Juice said patting Opie on the back before leaving him to stand there alone.

The rest of the evening was spent setting up for (Y/N)’s homecoming party. The clubhouse was now full of members, crow eaters and sweet butts all around, but instead of entertaining himself, Opie sat at the bar downing drink after drink as he was the guest of honor dance with guy after guy. His anger rising with each guy coming to dance with his girl, but he had no right to claim her because he had made no claim on her so she was free to do whatever she wanted.

After what seemed like the hundredth dance, Opie had seen something in this dance than any other. The guy was sliding his hand down her body, she continued to sway with him but he continued to move his hand around her waist trying to grab her front but Opie had had enough of this display as he marched over to them grabbing (Y/N)’s arm pulling her away from the guy and dance floor, making his way back to his dorm room with her having no other choice than to be dragged by him.

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up and coming-ness 

while the end of last month was a test to the character, the end of this month is a test to the will. you are coming into yourself through a charade of recognition that may not be what it seems. how can we recognize the unapparent? 

you may feel a renewed sense of self but a lack of focus. who you are is still being honed into a resolved form, one that won’t be carried away at the brush of a wave or be all inclusive to the point of only being - not doing. you don’t have to have it all figured out but you will be compelled to have a cause, some sort of rough draft, for this newfound origin. what is it that you’re going to be operating from? love? assurance? ambition? 

the partial lunar eclipse that will occur the second week of august is only the beginning of the manifestation that will follow into the new year. be sure that you are acting from a place of genuine creation and not attempting to force a compensation from the lingering unsteadiness; you’re either running towards something or running away from something. 

the total solar eclipse on the 21st of august is giving you an irreplaceable value, the value of being devoted to surrendering all that has no meaning. you want to heal, you want to belong, you want to express yourself in every true hue; the discovery that the home within never leaves, only takes on new meaning. enjoy this period of wanting to be amongst and/or closer to what surrounds you, being more sociable after having found your endless capabilities. 

jupiter entering scorpio in october is going to cross stitch its way to freedom. there is much to be done, and it will be done one step at a time, for there is no mending without the threading of a needle to penetrate the canvas. after jupiter in libra’s selection of threads, the examining of your relationships from what was entangled, you can now enclose the refined strands through a whole. work with what you got, know the layout, probe your way out to bring it all in. 

Sparklers and Twizzlers

Hey! So this is from @skootchboo ’s college au, and I had a lot of fun writing it. Marliza is my weakness so this was just great. Hope you like!

“Yes, Alex, it’s going to work,” John laughs into the phone, although he’s filled with just as much anticipation to set their match-making scheme into motion.
Just as Alex reviews the plan, Maria walks into the almost empty classroom, hands smudged with the pastels she must have been using in her last class.
John says a quick goodbye to Alex then hangs up, trying to wipe the smirk off his face. “Hey, Mar, how were your classes?”
“Fine,” she says, staring suspiciously. For a moment, John thinks she’s on to them, before she continues. “Why the hell do you have green paint all over your hair? Have you been painting trees all day?”
She laughs, a light, yet deep sound, before sitting in the stool next to him and examining a half-done painting.
He rubs the back of his neck bashfully. “Hehe, funny story, actually. Alex’s birthday is coming up, so I decided to paint him a picture, and his favorite color is green, so I decided I’d make it monochromatic, then I spilled the paint, and the canvas fell on my head and I had to fix that corner,” he gestured to an area on the canvas that looked a bit messier than the rest before taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Needless to say, it’s been a long day.”
“Well I’m sure Alex will love it, no matter how messy that particular corner is.”
“Speaking of Alex’s birthday, I’m actually taking him to the film festival that the film students are throwing. I was wondering if you wanted to come?”
Maria pushed her hair back, a bit of blue pastel smudging off her fingers and onto a curl. “I don’t know, I have this piece to finish, and I have a test to study for, and I promised Laf that I’d-”
“Eliza will be there, too.”
Maria glared at John before admitting defeat and accepting the ticket. “There’d better be twizzlers.”

Eliza sits on a blanket in the middle of the courtyard, twizzlers in hand, waiting for Maria. She hadn’t planned on going, but there’s no refusing Alex once he has 5 empty coffee cups and a bit of determination. So she’d taken the tickets and bought a pack of twizzlers and is now sitting under the stars, waiting for everyone to show up.
Maria is the first to arrive. Just her luck, Eliza thinks, though she’s not sure whether it’s good or bad luck. “Hey,” she mutters as Maria sits and waves, as elegant as ever. The silence is a bit overwhelming until Eliza breaks it. “Twizzler?” Maria accepts, taking a few from the plastic package. “These are my favorite.” “I know,” Eliza blurts out, “I mean, John always has extra in his dorm and you always have a pack with you so I figured if someone like you liked them so much that maybe I should try them.” She finally takes a breath, her lungs giving out. “I’m sorry.” “No need,” she shrugs, pulling out her sketchbook and a spare pencil and sketching to make the silence less thick, as if the move of her pencil will clear away the fog of awkwardness in the air. She doesn’t realize Eliza is watching her until a soft voice speaks and she remembers the other girl on the blanket. “What are you drawing?” her voice is soft and light, sleepy, but more like an afternoon nap rather than a deep sleep. “You,” she says without hesitation, but immediately regrets it. “I’m sorry, that sounded really creepy, I just-” “Can I see?” Maria grimaces at the rough sketch but nods and turns the book so Eliza can see it. “It’s beautiful,” she all but whispers, placing a dainty hand on the smaller girls larger ones. “Nothing compared to the real thing,” Maria mutters, half wishing Eliza doesn’t hear. Suddenly, the silence isn’t thick. It’s light, a sort of energy running through the night. Maria has two choices. She takes the safer one, pulling her hand away to continue to sketch. “Alex and John should be here any minute,” she says, trying to fill the charged silence with anything, hoping to mute the thump of her heart in her chest. The charge in the air reminds her of when she was a child, with one of those electricity spheres. The minute you touched it, blue arcs of electricity shot between the center and your finger. That’s what Maria felt, like if she reached out and touched Eliza, there would be some sort of spark, something electric and energetic and wonderful all at the same time. “I don’t think so,” Eliza laughs, showing Maria a text of Alex giving her some excuse about traffic or cleaning up or some other bullshit. “The movie’s starting,” she says, voice light as ever as she lay down on the blanket. Maria slowly lay next to her, arms barely touching. The night suddenly seems too cold, and all Maria wants to do is snuggle up to Eliza and share warmth. “You know, I was half hoping they would get caught up,” Eliza laughs, suddenly on her hands and knees, facing her. “Why?” “So I could do this without them around.” She leans down and connects their lips, the charge in the air igniting into something bright, like sparklers fizzling in Maria’s stomach. She presses her lips back, taking in the moment, wanting to remember it forever. They both kiss as fireworks erupt in their stomachs, more powerful than any butterfly, the movie long forgotten on their little blanket. They finally break away, trying to catch they’re breath and lying back down, now entangled in each other. “You could’ve just asked if that’s what you wanted,” Maria chuckles, resting her head on Eliza’s chest, curling around her like a koala. Eliza just laughs, a sound impossibly sweet and light, like whipped cream, and snuggles closer, finally looking at the screen. But Maria never manages so much as a glance, just keeps her eyes on Eliza, remembering the spark just moments before. “Aawww,” Alex gushes, looking at the two girls snuggled onto the grass. “I told you it would work,” John says smugly, “now let’s ditch these two and go find something better to do. They seem to be doing just fine alone.” But they’re not alone, they’re together, just them and the fireflies and sparklers and an almost empty pack of twizzlers. A/N: sorry it’s pretty short, but it was fun to write. Hope ya like it!

Stucky Feels!

I’ve always shipped them but it’s recently that I’ve been reading fics in this fandom and they are amazing. This is my collection of amazingness in words. My Stucky fanfic rec.

6:13 AM by @halerogers

It was routine, getting on the train that early in the morning, and Steve had it down to a damn tee. It was tiring, waking up that early to catch a train to work, but it wasn’t so bad.

Especially not after he started showing up.

He was the man with murder eyes and shockingly good looks despite the whole hobo vibe but with a soft center. Steve liked to call him the Human Impersonation of the Grumpy Cat in his head; Grumpy Cat for short when he whined about him to either Natasha or Sam.

OR – in which Steve falls in love with a stranger.

A Christmas Game by @that-girl

Bucky loses his pet mouse and yells at his very hot neighbour to keep his cat away from his baby. And Natasha regrets the day she met Bucky. It’s a fluff fest.

An Accident of Time by Pickitup

Boys weren’t omegas. Not outside of blue movies, or bluer songs, at least, the kind of anecdotes too ribald even for soldiers to tell. Girls were omegas, sometimes, but rarely, even in those days. Dying breeds, he guessed. When he was the asset it had stopped entirely, he had thought it all over: feels sick thinking of what they would have done to exploit him if he had suffered back then. But now, 2014, eating three meals a day, sleeping regularly in a safe bed, the old ghost has come back.

Bite Your Tongue by Avaaricious

AKA the “I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold a shirt and then leave it one more time I’m going to stuff it down your throat” AU

Captain Fantastic and the Pineapple King by @bucky-fucky-barnes

She hadn’t noticed him yet. Maybe he could turn and leave without them noticing – Sam would understand. Sam was the most empathetic person he knew. He wouldn’t scold Steve for coming home spice-less to avoid an awkward encounter with an ex. Surely.
They drew closer
Please don’t notice me, please don’t notice me, please don’t notice me…

In which Steve is saved from his ex in a grocery store, Bucky Barnes is Way Too Chill about absolutely everything, and Sam has had enough of all of these goddamn pineapples in his fucking house.

Or: The five times Steve received a pineapple (and one Piña Colada) and the one time he didn’t

Come On, Leave Me Breathless by @emphasisonem

“Shit, I don’t want to talk to him,” Bucky huffs, running a hand through his hair and blurting out the first idea that comes to mind, “I really- would you make out with me real quick?”

“What?” the blond bleats, blue eyes wide as he stares at Bucky.

In which Bucky really doesn’t want to talk to his ex and enlists the help of an attractive stranger to avoid him.

Cool Beans by @emphasisonem

“Guy looks a little like a hobo,” Pietro smirks, and a whoosh of breath leaves the young man as his sister elbows him in the stomach.

“Be kind,” Wanda admonishes him. “He’s very handsome, Steve. He looks strong.”

“Don’t be gettin’ any ideas there, Wanda,” Steve smiles at his friend. “I’m doing just fine on my own. I have the shop to think about. I don’t need any romantic entanglements right now.”

“We’ll see,” Wanda’s lips turn up at the corners, and Steve can’t help but laugh at the mischief sparkling in her eyes.

In which Steve owns a coffee shop and Bucky is a carpenter who buys the property next door.

Did you really just ask….? by Kare

“I just want to sit on the couch with you, watch bad action movies, eat greasy pizza and marry you. Is that really that much to ask?”

Steve can deal with the first three wishes. He isn’t really sure if he heard the fourth one correctly…

Well, only one way to find out… maybe…

Enjoy the Silence by neversaydie

Silence used to be peaceful for Bucky. These days it makes him feel like he’s waiting for something, like he’s listening for the warning sounds of predators approaching.

Now silence means he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He lives in a beautiful apartment with his husband-to-be and tells himself that everything is just fine. He doesn’t sleep, he’s scared of putting a foot wrong in case Brock snaps again, and he’s desperately lonely, but he has everything he ever wants and that should be enough. It’s not like he can complain about being taken care of, even if parts of it aren’t exactly his choice.

Running into his childhood friend (literally) just might change everything. ‘Just fine’ doesn’t seem like enough once Steve walks back into his life. The problem is, Bucky’s been stuck in his cage for so long that he’s not sure he can leave it on his own.

Filthy Things You Say by Limoncello_Bella

Bucky wanted to kiss him, kiss him and then press him against the wall or desk and do things to him that would leave them both as a pile of sexually sated human mush. Mentally, he swore, he didn’t even have a type, but spitfire twinks more stubborn than a mule were quickly becoming number one on the nonexistent list.


Steve is a cuddle-slut drunk and his latest victim is one Bucky Barnes.

For Who I’ve Not Yet Become by @thebestpersonherelovesbucky

Bucky Barnes – powerful Wall Street tycoon – has everything he needs. Money, good looks, a life in the fast lane. He’s living on top of the world in a Park Avenue Penthouse in Manhattan, is the youngest vice president ever over at Stark Industries and might even be named Forbes Man of the Year – again. Nothing can bring him down.

That is until Bucky has a strange encounter with a young man named Eli on Christmas Eve and wakes up Christmas morning married to his old college sweetheart, Steve Rogers.

With his entire world turned upside down, Bucky must find a way to navigate his way through marriage and fatherhood and suburbia. And maybe find the unique answer to the age old question… What if…?

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