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Have I Made You Uncomfortable? (Bucky x Reader) Part 1

Summary: It’s no secret that Y/N and Bucky don’t get along. Everyone knows it, they know it, and everything is very clear. That is, until a certain encounter in the library starts a small ripple in the otherwise fairly still surface.

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Originally posted by bovaria


Part One

You put the milk back in the fridge and turned around.

“All I’m saying, Natasha, is that Han Solo is obviously the best Star Wars character. There is nothing to discuss, it’s just the way the world is. Like the way banana is a fruit. It just works that way.” 

She hummed in thought as you joined her at the kitchen table.

“Well, technically, Y/N, banana’s a berry. Which proves my point. Han Solo is nothing compared to Darth Vader.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“You’re wrong, Natasha. Face it.” She smirked and crossed her arms.

“You’re full of shit, Y/N,” she responded, and you chuckled. At this point, Bucky entered the kitchen and tossed something in the bin.

“I second that,” he stated, and you narrowed your eyes at him, extending your middle finger in his general direction. Natasha gave you a massive smirk. If looks could kill…

“Hey, don’t blame me just because you have so many flaws. That’s your own fault,” he stated, and you got up, feeling the annoyance growing in your stomach.

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Season 4 Episode 5

“I don’t get it– What’s wrong with my face?”  

Garazeb’s jaw jutted out as he asked the human, and it caused Kallus to pause on the ladder he had been climbing; his head tilting as he considered the Lasat’s inquiry. Hazel eyes scrutinized the other’s face, taking in his purple striped fur, the way his snout appeared sunken in, how the alien’s sideburns and beard differed in color from the rest of his natural hair. Then there were those owlish yellow-green eyes.

“It is…. unique,” he drawled slowly. 

Orrelios took a step back, mouth agape and clearly affronted by Kallus’ jab at his appearance. And unable to help himself, Kallus chuckled, the corners of his lips curling up in a slight smile.

Teasing his partner would always be enjoyable, there was just something so utterly delightful in the reactions he managed to pull from Orrelios. Unlike Kallus, the Lasat was expressive, inordinately so. The saying wears one’s heart on one’s sleeve would be accurate in describing the Rebel Captain– If the man were to ever wear something with sleeves. 

He continued to climb the ladder, coming to its top in mere seconds. Stepping on the upper level, Kallus felt his smile waver as he once again looked over the other’s face. Genuine hurt shone in Garazeb’s eyes and the man’s ears had fallen dejectedly. A stab of regret struck the Imperial’s heart. 

He took a step forward, reaching for the Lasat to pull the taller man’s head to his own. There was a moment where Kallus thought the Rebel would refuse him, but it was a wasted thought. Any hesitation the man might have had gave way as Kallus gripped the sides of Orrelios’ head, brushing his fingers over thick sideburns and drawing him close.

Their foreheads touched and blonde hair brushed against purple.

“I love it,” he whispered.  

“I’m not short.”

Inktober, Day 3. Varric x Cassandra for @ripplesofaqua​.

Word count: 674. Modern AU.


Varric climbs onto the kitchen counter, hoisting himself up on his arms.

Cassandra sighs. “I wish you’d use a step ladder.”

“I’m not short,” Varric tells her. “Human cabinets are just too damn tall.”

“It’s not a matter of your stature,” she tells him. “One of these days, you’re going to break something.”

As if on cue, his foot connects with an item on the counter, sending it tumbling to the floor where it shatters. Only when he turns around does he realize what it was.

“Oh, no.”

Cassandra comes around the corner and brings her hands to her mouth.

“Cass, I–”

Her eyes rise to his and the hurt and anger in them jars him, as sharp and piercing as though he’d stepped on the ceramic shards on the floor. She turns from him and runs out the front door of the apartment.

Varric climbs down from the counter top. and drops to his knees before the broken mug. The mug Cassandra drank coffee from every morning. The mug that had belonged to her brother.

He’s in trouble, big trouble. And he has no idea how to make it out of this one.


Cassandra returns home after a handful of hours. He does not go to her, even though he wants to. He’s made that mistake too many times to know they’d only end up fighting. And the last thing either of them needs is another screaming match.

So he shuts himself in his office. Instead of working on the chapters his publisher demanded, he lays the pieces of Anthony’s mug across his desk and tries to put them back together.

It’s far more complicated work than he imagined. The large pieces go together easily enough, but some of the smaller pieces are tiny as flakes. There are many moments when he throws his hands up in frustration. Even after gathering the proper equipment - headlamp, self-held magnifying glass, tweezers - the work seems impossible.

He only realizes he fell asleep when Cassandra wakes him the next morning with a shake of his shoulder. His forehead aches with his headlamp still attached, its batteries now drained.

He looks at his unfinished work and sighs.

“You were trying to put it back together?” she asks.

“Still trying,” he tells her, rubbing his tender forehead. He can only imagine the rectangular mark the headlamp has left.

Cassandra says nothing as she surveys his work, tears gathering in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

She shakes her head and wipes at her eyes. “It shouldn’t mean as much to me as it does. It’s only a cup, and it was an accident. But it’s one of the few things I have left of him.”

“I know.” He watches her as she sighs and bows her head. “Are we… okay?”

Her gaze darts to the mug and its remaining pieces before returning to him. “Will you buy a step ladder?”

He nods. There’s no point fighting her. He’s not even sure why he fought her so hard in the first place. It’s not like he didn’t give up his Dwarven pride a long time ago. “I’ll buy a step ladder.”

“Then we’re good.” She stands and heads toward the door. But she comes back and places a hand on her shoulder. “Varric, thank you. It means a lot that you’re trying to fix it.”

She leans down and presses her lips to his.

It surprises him because he can feel in the weight of it that it’s more than just a placating kiss, more than something she’s doing because she think she should.

He slides a hand to the back of her neck, urging her closer, because there’s real love there. And he’s not sure when they started forgiving instead of fighting.

“I hate you,” she mutters against his lips.

“I hate you more,” he replies before capturing her mouth.

“Stubborn dwarf,” she breathes.

“Foolish human.”

She pulls him out his chair, and they make their way toward the bedroom.

Anthony’s mug would have to wait.


I like the idea of Varric and Cassandra having this dysfunctional relationship where they fight and make up a lot. But over time they put in the effort to be more forgiving toward each other, and they use those previously hurtful phrases to mean “I love you” and “look how far we’ve come.”

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Huracan GT3 to Make North American Racing Debut in 2016

Lamborghini Huracán GT3 Customer Teams to represent Lamborghini Squadra Corse in first 24 hours of Daytona appearance Sant'Agata Bolognese, 21 September 2015. The Lamborghini Huracán GT3 will make its North American GT3 racing debut with confirmed entries into the IMSA WeatherTech SportsCar Championship GT Daytona (GTD) class in 2016.

The official debut will be in the 24 Hours at Daytona on Jan. 30-31 with multiple customer teams, continuing Lamborghini Squadra Corse’s tradition of customer support. There will be no factory entries, but all customer-racing teams will have factory support.

Lamborghini’s move into GTD comes as the class adopts the 2016 FIA GT3 specifications for all of its entries.

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Secret Lover (Peter Maximoff x Reader)

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Requested by:Anon

“Can you do a Peter maximoff oneshot where the reader is Charles’ daughter and they sneak around behind his back then one day he catches them😘xx “

One-Shot (>1000 words)


Dear Diary, 

        It was all a blur since we had met. I mean, literally a blur because of how fast Peter could run. We’d always go swimming or to the movies. We are always up and about because, for sake, Peter cannot stand still. Even when he sits, he taps his foot rapidly, and it drives me completely insane. But, everyone has their flaws, and he was my flaw… It was alright because he’s a rather adorkable “flaw”.

        But, our whole romance had been going on for a year and my father still hadn’t found out. He can read minds and he still can’t figure out that his best friend’s son is dating his own daughter. Who’s my father exactly? Charles Xavier. The all and powerful physic and I inherited his powers. You could even say that I was a tad bit more powerful than he was.

        If you’re asking about my mother, I miss her. That’s it. I don’t care to elaborate on the circumstances, all that I am going to say is that I really miss her. Anyways, enough about me, and let’s talk about my boyfriend. We’ve been together for about a year and I’m three years younger than he is. Honestly, this is the best relationship that I have ever been in, but I just can’t my father know. I don’t want him to hurt Peter like my other boyfriends…


- Love (y/n)

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