lots of stevies

Stereotypical (7) gifts and a sleepover

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, implied smut, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: With courting comes gifts! And restraint. A lot of it. 

If you would’ve seen how Bucky beat himself up over making you doubt his motives, all doubt would’ve left your mind. When he returned home after dropping you off with a chaste, lingering kiss to your cheek and a soft bid goodnight, he rested his back against his closed front door and let his head thump back against it.

With a groan he closed his eyes, wondering how he could’ve been so damn stupid.

“Buck? What’re you doing?”

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Masterlist: iconic rock songs (by men) covered by cool(er) women

Nouvelle Vague - Blister In The Sun (The Violent Femmes) (All their songs are 80s covers but this is my favorite. But look up the rest. Seriously.) 

The Donnas - Dancing With Myself (Billy Idol) 

Cat Power - Paths Of Victory (Bob Dylan) 

Stevie Nicks - Free Fallin (Tom Petty)

 Patti Smith - My Generation (The Who) 

Sleater Kinney - Fortunate Son (Creedence Clearwater) 

Siouxie and the Banshees - Dear Prudence (The Beatles)

The Breeders - Happiness is A Warm Gun (The Beatles)

Fiona Apple - Across The Universe (The Beatles)

Mika Miko - Attitude (The Missfits) 

The Butchies - Your Love (The Outfield) 

Rasputina - Wish You Were Here (Pink Floyd) 

Tribe 8 - Rise Above (Black Flag) (Not totally sure how the lead singer of Tribe 8 identifies now, lmk if u think i should remove this.) 

Corinne Bailey Rae - Since I’ve Been Loving You (Led Zeppelin) 

Karen O - Immigrant Song (Led Zeppelin) 

Shonen Knife - I Wanna Be Sedated (The Ramones) 

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Sheena Is A Punk Rocker (The Ramones) 

L7 - Suzy Is A Headbanger (The Ramones) 

Babes In Toyland - All By Myself (Eric Carmen) 

Dresden Dolls - War Pigs (Black Sabbath) 

The Raincoats - Lola (The Kinks)

Holly Golightly - Tell Me Now So I Know (The Kinks) 

Tori Amos - Smells Like Teen Spirit (Nirvana) 

Cibo Matto - About A Girl (Nirvana) 

Janelle Monae - Heroes (David Bowie)

Warpaint - Ashes to Ashes (David Bowie) 

The Lunachicks - The Passenger (Iggy Pop) 

Tegan and Sara - Fool To Cry (The Rolling Stones) 

Bjork & PJ Harvey - Satisfaction (The Rolling Stones) 

St. Vincent - Emotional Rescue (The Rolling Stones) 

Frente! - Bizarre Love Triangle (New Order) 

The Raveonettes - I Wanna be Adored (The Stone Roses) 

Kristin Hersch - Wave Of Mutilation (The Pixies) 

The Runaways - Wild Thing (The Troggs)

Joan Jett - Roadrunner  (Jonathan Richman) (she obviously has billions of covers & hers are all more iconic than the originals but i had to include one) 

Dessa - I’m Going Down (Bruce Springsteen)

Downtown Boys - Dancing In The Dark (Bruce Springsteen)

Relocated [2/10]

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,586

Author’s Note: Hey guys, here’s chapter 2! This chapter is more about Steve’s side, so there isn’t any Steve x reader interaction in this one, but I hope you guys like it nonetheless!

Read Chapter 1 here

Originally posted by hongcha8129

Your name: submit What is this?

Steve sat on the leather desk chair in his hotel room and stared at the laptop placed in front of him, trying to recall specific details from yesterday’s conversation. He folded his hands, his elbows resting on the table, head leaned against his interlaced fingers, and his eyes closed tightly. He scrambled through his brain in hopes of finding a clue as to how he could reach Y/N again.

“Cable car, clam chowder bread bowl, ice cream,” Steve mumbled to himself as he filtered through everything they did.

“Merry-go-round, bookstore, sea li – bookstore!” His head jerked away from his hands and his eyes lit up. He fumbled around the hotel desk, pushing away a bottle of water and a book before he found the notepad he was looking for.

“Okay, she works at a bookstore. She said local, so I can drop the chains. This shouldn’t be too hard. San Francisco can’t be that big,” Steve scratched at his head.

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- ̗̀ hailey baldwin  ̖́-  stevie rhodes, twenty, she/they has lived in madrid for two years though they’re originally from queens, new york. in fact, they live in salamanca . they’re stubborn and vain but also adaptable and protective. they spends their day as a sugar baby/personal stylist. people know them as the icarian. nonbinary, pansexual

trigger warnings: death, alcohol/drug addiction/use, child neglect, sex work, minors & sex work, abusive relationships, organized crime (gangs)

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Silence Speaks [Bucky Barnes x Reader] Drabble

Fluff of the highest order.

Title: Silence Speaks

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Could I request Bucky one? Where he & “reader” never have said, “I love you” to each other, but they say it in different small things, like- making other coffee, saving others life, buying favorite food-small stuff, until Bucky unintentionally says it 1st.

Tag: @kairos34

Spoilers for Civil War

Originally posted by natpekis


Meeting Bucky Barnes truly did change your life.

Some might call you dramatic for thinking that, but it was completely true. You had been working alongside SHIELD and the Avengers for years, so wrapped up in the work and the struggle that you began to realize you didn’t really have a life outside of Stark Tower and the facility. Thankfully you weren’t the only workaholic in the bunch. Being surrounded by a bunch of superheroes had a way of making you feel normal.

When the team fractured and Steve left to find his best friend, you found yourself following him almost blindly. Steve Rogers was a good man, had lost so much in his life to save others, and all he wanted was to help his friend. If that wasn’t a noble cause, you didn’t know what was.

The years that followed were difficult, to say the least. Bucky was found, a fractured, broken man from the hell the Soviets and HYDRA put him through. He spent some time in cryostasis for his own protection as much as for everyone else’s.

When he woke once more, T’Challa had him fitted with a new arm and doctors worked diligently to free him of the programming in his mind. It wasn’t an easy process, but his determination to succeed made you admire him even more.

Still, Bucky was scared of the world around him. Frightened of himself. Steve took his time introducing him to new things. He kept reiterating that this was a chance for Bucky to start over, to start fresh.

Steve encouraged you to reach out to Bucky, and so you did. You always followed your Captain’s orders. And well, Bucky was hard to stay away from. There were moments when he was utterly charming and you found yourself unconsciously flirting with him. You couldn’t help but feel pleased with yourself whenever you caught him grinning brightly at something you said or did.

He never did ask you out on a date. According to Steve, the old Bucky would have asked you out within five minutes of meeting you. But he wasn’t the old Buck anymore. Then again Steve wasn’t little Stevie anymore either. He ended up asking you out in Bucky’s stead. It was cute, if not slightly mortifying. You had never seen Bucky turn such a bright shade of red before or since.

It was nearing a year now, that you had been together.

Yours appeared to be a perfect partnership. The two of you worked well together in the field. Bucky saved your life more times than you could count. Which was only fair. You saved his ass on a regular basis too.

When you were home, he remained close to your side. The only exception was when he went to hang out with Steve. But upon his return, he would wrap a warm, steady arm around your waist and hold you close.

In the mornings he would have your favorite cup of coffee waiting for you. In the evenings, he’d help you with dinner, nuzzling the crook of your neck as you idly stirred a pot on the stove.

You never doubted his devotion to you.

But those three little words, three measly words, and his reluctance to say them were beginning to eat at you.

According to Steve, Bucky used to wear his heart on his sleeve. He’d be hard pressed not to blurt out his love for the dame who caught his eye back in the day. And you knew things were different now, that he wasn’t as lighthearted and carefree as he used to be. You understood completely.

But the months passed by and understanding his silence didn’t make it hurt any less.

You never said anything to Bucky. And you certainly never said those three words to him either. You didn’t want to put him on the spot. You didn’t want him to feel pressured into saying it. More so, you feared he wouldn’t say anything at all. So weeks, then months went by and you tried to bury your fear that he would never love you the way you loved him, and the worry that one day your love just wouldn’t be enough anymore.

It had been a long day and you were more than ready to call it a night. Bucky was undressing in your shared bedroom as you studied your face in the mirror.

The mission that day, while successful, had been hard on your body. Bucky had taken a few hits himself, but the serum in his blood made the cuts heal and the bruises fade in record time. You weren’t so lucky. Your ribs were sore and bruised. A black eye and a split lip adorned your face. There was a gash on your forehead where you had been hit with a blunt instrument. The blood had been washed away and the wound stitched, but your face had been covered in red earlier. Bucky’s bleak expression when he saw you was all you needed to see to know you must have looked a fright.

When you were finally released from the med bay, loaded up on painkillers, you wanted more than anything to just sleep it off.

Bucky had stayed with you as the doctor examined you. He led you to your apartments with a gentle hand on the small of your back. The only reason he didn’t follow you into the bathroom was because you insisted you could pee without assistance.

When you stepped into the bedroom, Bucky was sitting up under the covers. He pulled back the sheets on your side. You carefully made your way to bed, turning off the lamp on your bedside table before gingerly climbing onto the mattress and scooting under the covers.

Bucky reached out for you, and you curled into his side. He was careful to avoid your ribs, settling his comforting, protective embrace around your shoulders. You rested your head on his chest, kissing it softly.

“Thanks for the rescue,” you murmured, feeling the effects of the drugs and allowing them to lull you into sleep.

“Any time,” Bucky replied, watching your face intently as you allowed yourself to relax and drift away.

Today had scared him. He’d seen you in worse condition. He’d nursed you when you suffered from bullet wounds and burns. But seeing you on the ground, dazed and covered in blood, had been a shock to his system.

He was only beginning to relax now. The doctor had cleared you and said you would be fine. You would heal in no time. But it wasn’t until you climbed into bed and he could hold you to him that the tension could start to leave his body.

It was a constant fear of his, that one day he would lose you. He stayed alert on every mission. He would never forgive himself if he had the power to save you and somehow failed. And there were times when he questioned why he allowed himself to be with you. Why open himself up to love if it only meant opening himself to fear and pain as well?

But Steve had warned him not to wait, not to put things off until the right time. The right time is never going to come along, he sighed, and you’re going to miss out on a lot. Stevie always had been a smart kid.

A ghost of a smile crossed his face, and Bucky leaned down to place a kiss on the top of your head. As he watched you breathing deeply, eyes closed and body still, he found himself admitting, “I love you.”

With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes and let himself rest. Still in something of a haze from the medication, you heard his declaration and it brought a sleepy smile to your face.

You burrowed further into his body, holding him as close as possible, and silently promised to never let go.

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This is part seven in the Steve, marry her series. Though this can be read alone.        Read Part Six Here! 

Pairing: Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 8868 (I got a little carried away)

Category: Fluff and angst (though more fluff for sure I think)

Warnings: Language (just here and there), I think this may switch tenses in the middle (shh just ignore it), Awesome Peggy Carter is awesome, Cliffhanger ending kind of, borrowed dialogue from the first cap movie (I did have to fiddle with some of it like who said what and such though), 

Summary: How the first Captain America movie would have gone if Steve was already married to you.

Your name: submit What is this?

“Bucky! Buck! James Barnes!” you call across the street, trying to get his attention. He turns to see it’s you and stops walking.

“Howdy Y/N,” he calls as you crossed the street.

“Have you seen Stevie? I was supposed to meet him twenty minutes ago. I can’t find him anywhere,” you ask. Just then, you both hear a grunt from the alley. A grunt that sounds a lot like Stevie. You both exchanged a look of exasperation before pelting down the alley. You hang back, letting Buck take care of the guy. Stevie is laying on the ground, slowly turning over. Buck punches the guy, and you kick him in the ass as he passes you.

“You know,” Bucky muses, “sometimes I think you like getting punched.”

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Yes please! Lots of Stevie Nicks & Fleetwood Mac inspired goodies available to purchase for just a few more weeks. All the details at inthestillnessofremembering.bigcartel.com. All orders placed by December 10 will ship in December, although please keep in mind that depending on where you are located that may not guarantee a pre Christmas delivery. Orders placed after December 10 will ship in late January.

anonymous asked:

lol maybe Bucky runs a side blog with "artistic nudes" of his baby (mainly his butt and back, so you can't see his face) and gets really proud when he gets a lot of reblogs ("hey Stevie! that shot with you in lace top stockings just went over 10k notes!") and he loves reading all the flattering comments he gets, while knowing that he's the one who gets to have Steve all to himself :>

i love how this assumes that bucky has a main blog omfg

also honestly steve would love this


Favorite Football Ships/Bromances (1/7) - Gerlonso (8/14)

Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso

“If Steven Gerrard is the heart, Alonso is the brain.”-Tony Barrett

I’ve been thinking a lot about Stevie and Xabi and how to explain my feelings in regards to them. It’s been over 5 years since they’ve played together (not counting the charity match) and yet they are still talking about each other and breaking my heart in the process. I guess it’s not easy to get over someone who “knew exactly where I was” during games and who’s departure left you “devastated”. I’m never going to get over the way they smile and sway when they hear each other’s names during interviews, nor the fact Xabi still calls Stevie his captain after all these years. They are simply the greatest football otp and I look forward to the day they are side by side again.

nevergooutofstiles  asked:

sterek + “Yeah, nothing says ‘I love you’ more than a bouquet that’ll die in two days…” or sciles + “I’ve got the lube and strawberries, we’re all set!” please?

Thanks to the amazing @em2mb for the beta work <3

Derek met Stiles in college.

To say that the guy that smashed into him on the first day of school made an impression on him, was an understatement .

Stiles was the most alive person Derek ever met. He was bright and beautiful, all long lines and fast speech. He was also the walking disaster. Derek fell for him in two point seconds flat.

Derek was walking to the lecture hall for his first class when someone walked into him face first and they both ended up on the floor. If you ask Derek, he really couldn’t complain. Cute guy dropping in his lap first thing in the morning? Sign him up.

When they did got their bearings and collected their stuff, Derek’s shirt was a little worse for wear and he was late, but the genuine blush sweeping across the guy’s cheeks made everything worthwhile.

“I’m so, so sorry dude, it’s just that I walked into the wrong class, and when the teacher started saying his name and his classes, I realized I had messed up, so I tried to sneak out, but then I slipped and almost fell, and everyone saw, and they laughed, so I hurried out of the class, and then I walked straight into your chest, and damn you must really work out to have this much muscle definition. I mean, I wouldn’t know, ’cause I’m all skinny and I didn’t cop a feel or anything - I swear - I just kind of touched you everywhere when we fell into the ground, and can you please, please say anything to shut me up right now or else I’ll keep talking to fill in this awkward silenc-”

“Slow down, slow down, please breath,” Derek begged, holding his hands in front of himself in a peace gesture.

“I’m sorry. I can really scare people with the fast talk. I’m Stiles, by the way.”

“Yeah, you’re right, I’ve never seen so much words crammed together so fast, Stiles. The only thing going through my head was, ‘Holy mother of God he can talk.’ I’m Derek, and I’m late for the class you’re just ran out of.”

“Oh, okay, Derek. I’ll let you go to class. I’m sorry again. See you around!” Stiles told him, still panting a little.

“See you, too.” Derek watched him leave for a second with a smile in his face. He hoped he would see Stiles later.


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