Highway (Part 5)

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you babydoll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Wordcount: 1,854

Part 1  / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5


He wasn’t used to this

No one liked talking to Bucky Barnes, no one talked to Barnes willingly.

So every word you spoke stuck to him like crazy glue, every smile you smiled inspired one of his own, every second you spent with him felt like an experience that he didn’t want to let go. There was something about you that he didn’t want to let go, and he supposed it was the fact that you didn’t treat him like he was dirt on the bottom of your shoe or the fact that you actually looked at him when he looked at you.

You didn’t avoid his gaze out of nervousness like other people did. 

He often wondered if you could tell that he was nervous.

And you often wondered if he could tell that you were nervous. 

Because ever since this piece of art walked into your mediocre life, even if you’d only met him enough times to count on one hand, you were flustered around him. You were nervous when he took you to the arcade after Wanda abandoned you with him and when he’d asked for your number to keep track of ya, ya know, in case someone decides to steal y’away from me and you were nervous when he dropped you off at your door that night.

Even when Bucky wasn’t around, you were stupidly flustered.

You should’ve known that giving your number to Bucky would’ve created some kinda havoc.

Sure, it was the kinda havoc that made you smile like an idiot before texting back after a very specific amount of time so he wouldn’t know you were waiting for his reply, but it was havoc nonetheless. And it was addicting.

No, Bucky Barnes was addicting.

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An Eye for Poetry - an Olicity fic

Summary: Oliver and Felicity make great use of the fridge magnets that they’d originally bought for their kids to play with.

Words: 1502

Notes: So my friend Brianna posted this tweet and I haven’t really been able to stop thinking about it since. So this happened. You’re welcome, Bri. I hope you all enjoy this! Please let me know what you think!  Thanks to @ghostfoxlovely for helping me pick names for the kids. I’ve literally never written a fic where they have kids before and I had no idea how stressful it can be.

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Waking up on Sunday morning was always bittersweet for Felicity Smoak.

It was nice because Oliver always took the kids to the park early so she could sleep in or get the house cleaned or read a book or do some work or whatever she felt like doing. So she was grateful, she really was.

But it also meant that almost every Sunday she woke up in an empty bed and the house was too quiet and both of those things never made her feel like doing much at all besides waiting for her family to come back.

She never thought she’d ever be one of those wives and moms who misses their family as soon as they leave her sight, but over the last 3 years, that’s exactly what she’d become. And it was especially bad on Sundays. She just didn’t have the heart to tell Oliver that she really wished he wouldn’t take the kids out so early. They all always came back so happy and excited and she knew they’d had a great time, Oliver included, and she just couldn’t bear to take that from them for her own purely selfish reasons.

Today, however, was different.

She’d woken up and rolled over to Oliver’s side, slipping her arms under his pillow and breathing in his scent, the way she always did when she woke up without him, only this morning, she’d found a note under the pillow. Grabbing her glasses excitedly she’d found that it was written on a piece of notebook paper that had been torn messily from the book and it was slightly sticky with… something, she assumed it was maple syrup or maybe juice from some strawberries, and it said;

Morning, mommy!
We left you a message on the refrigerator! And there’s pancakes on the table!
Love you,
Emilia & Isla

PS Daddy had nothing to do with this
PPS Daddy also said the pancakes would be cold by the time you woke up but Isla cried so we made them anyway. They’ll probably still taste good if you microwave them for 3 minutes.
PPPS Sorry about the kitchen. We were driving daddy crazy and he had to get us out of the door before he cried. He says he’ll clean it up as soon as he gets back and we’re taking naps.

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Law Unto Themselves (1/??)

And so I’ve started a whole new fic. Because I can. An AU in which people’s alignments are switched. The GB are members of the Black Org, and the BO members are police investigators. [ @bakathief look I wrote it.]

Summary: There are many words people would use to describe Kudo Shinichi and his associates. Crow, is not one of them. And yet he’s still a figurehead in a mass organisation, wearing the colour black. Dark ! AU

For every action there is a reaction.

In the case of Masuyama Kenzo, a police investigator who’s been investigating an organisation swathed in black for the last ten years, the action is research. And the reaction – well…

He takes a deep breath – he’s too old to keep investigating like this, but well, it’s the job he’d been working on before retiring, and retirement itself had been a good cover to try and learn more information. At seventy-one, he feels almost like it’s too much to keep actively searching for more clues.

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Is that my shirt? Sam Wilson/Maria Hill

‘Is that my shirt?’

Sam looked up from his book, smiling at Maria. “Hello, how was work?”

“Thought so,” Maria walked into the bedroom, not stopping the conversation. “It’s too small on you!”

“It’s perfect size,” Sam muttered, looking down at the shirt as he got up to go and make a fresh pot of coffee.

And the shirt was the perfect size; fit him in all the right places. So maybe one could argue that he and Maria weren’t the same size, technically. But by the same token, one could argue that they were the same size.

One could also argue that Sam had picked up the shirt by mistake, and had been missing Maria enough that he didn’t think twice about wearing the shirt.

(We all know which argument is the right one).

“No one complains when Steve does it,” Sam said to the coffee pot, which whistled away unconcerned by his mutterings.

“That’s because Steve buys his own shirts,” Maria spoke as she came up behind Sam, wrapping her arm around his waist. “Coffee smells nice, but not as nice as you.”

Sam laughed as he turned around, ready with a retort when he noted what Maria was wearing. “Is that my shirt?”

Title: For a Flower that Grows on the Shores of Necluda, Ch. 3 

Pairing: Sidlink 

Tags: little bit of angst, slight slow burn 

Summary: After an encounter with an unknown beast, Link is poisoned and left paralyzed from the waist down. Queen Zelda implores Zora Prince Sidon to journey with Link to the farthest edges of Necluda where a flower that is said to cure all poisons supposedly grows. Owing a debt to Link after he saved his Domain from the blight of the Divine Beast, Prince Sidon readily agrees but a deeper reason lies beneath his accepting that goes beyond simple duty

Cross posted on my AO3 so if you’d like to read it there! Comments, kudos and reblogs are much appreciated! Thnx!

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]


With Hyrule Castle still looming in the distance, a mighty structure standing proudly against the once blue sky, it proved just how little they had managed to travel since the sun had risen. Though, he couldn’t exactly tell where the sun currently was given the immense expanse of clouds that were now stretching out in all directions. The storm that he and Queen Zelda had been cautiously watching before the journey began, the one he swore was turning around to head the other way had seemingly changed its mind and had come barreling towards them just as they were passing over Horwell Bridge.

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Minerva Mcgongall pulled out her notebook and turned to the page that listed the names and details of that years Gryffindor Quidditch team. Her heart swelling with pride she jotted down the name “Harry Potter” next to the position “Seeker” before closing the book and opening a second drawer. She took out a small, wooden box and rummaged in it for a few seconds before withdrawing a worn out envelope, inside of which was a short letter and a photograph.

“Dearest Minnie,

Hope you’re doing well! I’m the same of course, driving Lily up the wall as usual, she sends you her love by the way!

Now I know I told you that you’ll never find a chaser as good as me ever again, but it just goes to show that even the brilliant are sometimes mistaken. I’ve found you (made you!) a replacement who will one day outshine his old man by leagues! Enclosed is a photograph of your new Quidditch prodigy so that you may assess his skills for yourself. We have him chasing the cat for practice. He’ll be unbeatable by the time he starts at Hogwarts! The youngest Quidditch player in a century!

I guarantee it, Minnie. And you know I’m never wrong, though you’ll never admit it!

Missing you and Hogwarts terribly,

Lots of love,


P.S. Sirius says his marriage proposal still stands.”

Wiping away a single tear that ran down her cheek and chuckling to herself, she smiled down at the photograph of a small, gleeful, black haired boy zooming along on a toy broom, a pair of legs chasing after him and a young woman laughing hysterically in a corner.

“Right again, Mr. Potter.”

Title: For a Flower that Grows on the Shores of Necluda, Ch. 2

Pairing: Sidlink

Tags: little bit of angst, slight slow burn 

Summary: After an encounter with an unknown beast, Link is poisoned and left paralyzed from the waist down. Queen Zelda implores Zora Prince Sidon to journey with Link to the farthest edges of Necluda where a flower that is said to cure all poisons supposedly grows. Owing a debt to Link after he saved his Domain from the blight of the Divine Beast, Prince Sidon readily agrees but a deeper reason lies beneath his accepting that goes beyond simple duty

Cross posted on my AO3 so if you’d like to read it there! Comments, reblogs and kudos are much appreciated! Thx 

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 3]


If he were being completely honest, he would have to admit that he was a tad bit overwhelmed. He hadn’t expected this journey to be sunshine and daisies but the sheer amount of information he needed to retain and just what was at stake was making him feel a little gobsmacked. Ensuring the protection of his land and kingdom was one thing, but this…this was far beyond anything he had ever dealt with. Despite it being a relatively simple task – on paper, at least – it was still one with such a significant weight.

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I feel so sick and I’m gonna pretend that it’s because of the alcohol and not you, and the fact that the lips on my neck tonight weren’t yours.
Everything I did with him should have been you, and now he’s attached and I’m still hurting and everyone’s cheering because someone else just took off their top , and all I can think about is how fucking in love with you I am, and how if you were here maybe I wouldn’t be sitting in a room with a bunch of half naked drunk teenagers,
And I guess I kept hoping you’d turn up and we could talk about the future and how you want to die just to find a way to come back alive again
But you never did turn up,
So I let him do what he wanted to do to me,
Because for once I just wanted to feel some affection,
Even if it wasn’t from you.
—  Parties
Auction AU Part 2

Here’s the first part  ! I recommend you read it before this part, or else it won’t make much sense.

Sorry this took like, ten million years. Thanks to everyone who messaged me and said they liked the first part, it always made my day <3 


    The relief only lasted so long once he realized that yes, no more old-leopard-print lady (thank god), but still there’s a date with someone. A stranger.

    Jack’s barely held decent conversations with his teammates, how would a date with a stranger work?

    It wouldn’t. No way.

   Feeling like he’d just survived a brutal game, Jack took a few seconds to gather himself. He wiped the condensation from his forehead (he really hoped no one had noticed), slowed his breathing, let his jaw unclench. Once his fingers became steady enough he fixed the cuffs of his uncomfortably hot suit.

   “Fuck it,” He shucked the jacket off entirely. It felt good until he lifted his arms- “Ugh.”

   Pit stains.

   For a moment he struggled with what to do: If I wear the jacket I’m uncomfortable and sweating more, but if I don’t people can see the sweat and thats embarrassing and-

   “Jack!” Someone from management tapped his shoulder, “This way, the kid is waiting on stage right.” She gave him a brief once-over, “Put on the jacket.”

    With a somewhat relieved nod, he slipped the jacket back on and wished for a calmer heart-beat.

     The wish didn’t come true, of course. It rarely did.

    They approached the stairs leading off the stage.

    This kid must like you. They bid on you. They spent money for a date-thing-whatever with you. Just smile. Act like a normal-



   “Uh, hi.”

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“Are you ready to go?” Jack asks, waiting by the front door and Bitty comes out of their bedroom. 

“Yep,” Bitty replies, smiling happily as he holds up their grocery list. “I was just adding a few more things to the list,”

Jack can’t stop himself, smiling teasingly as he says, “What, we don’t have enough butter already?”

Bitty rolls his eyes, shaking his head with a grin. “You’re not as funny as you think you are,” Bitty tells him, reaching up to give him a light flick on the nose. 

“You know I’m hilarious,” Jack says, his nose scrunched up adorably and Bitty doesn’t think it’s possible to love the man more than he does now. 

“Sure thing, Rock-lord,” Bitty replies, gigging at the loud groan that Jack always gave when that name happened to pop up. 

The apartment door is locked and the two of them make their way down to the front entrance of the building. As soon as they’re outside, Jack suddenly stops and Bitty turns to look at him, confused and a bit concerned. 

“Jack, are you okay?” Bitty asks, and Jack stays quiet for a moment before reaching out. Bitty doesn’t stop him when Jack entwines their fingers together, in fact, he squeezes back when Jack’s grip tightens ever so slightly. 

“We can hold hands in public now,” Jack says, sounding a little in awe, and Bitty immediately remembers two nights ago, when they revealed their relationship to the whole world. 

Around them, no one even gives them a second glance as people go about their daily lives and it feels so incredibly good. It feels so amazing and so goddamn freeing that Bitty releases a few pearls of laughter, his smile so wide that his cheeks begin to hurt. 

Jack’s grin is the same, his cheeks flushed with happiness as he gazes down at Bitty. 

“We can hold hands in public now,” Bitty repeats, and Jack’s grin turns into a warm smile as he leans down and presses a light but sweet kiss onto Bitty’s lips. 

They can hold hands in public now.

So the boy you gave your everything to
Walked away without looking back
And you’re left to pick up the pieces he left behind

2 boys later and you’re getting good at pretending he’s not here
But you’re still planning for ways to go back
Still searching for a reason to call

The boy you gave your everything to
Gladly took it, knowing full well he wasn’t planning to stay
He took and took and took until you were nothing but a ghost of what you use to be

In one world,
You love me,
I love you,
And we both feel a little more whole
When the other is around.

In another world,
We are married,
You are chasing the kids around the house,
I’m watching,
And I’m falling a little more in love with you,
I will always fall a little more in love with you.

In this world,
We are young,
But our love is so pure,
So wholesome,
You love me,
And I love you,
And nothing else matters anymore.

In every world,
In every universe,
It is us.
I refuse to believe that there is
Another time,
Another place,
Where you and I aren’t together,
Because, I believe the universe fights
For two souls to be together.
And, even if it stops fighting,
I never will.

—  I hope I live countless life times just so I can find you, and love you in every single one.
A Good Thing

“Bobby, you can’t keep doing that to him.”
Bob raises his eyebrows, putting down his fork. “Doing what, Alicia? Corralling our son into talking about his crush?”

Or, A fic about Bob and Alicia noticing Jack’s feelings about Bitty before even he does.

Bob Zimmermann is kind of messy, only a bit of a smart ass, and just a tad hard of hearing. Yet even without perfect hearing Bob can’t miss the affection in his son’s voice when talking about a certain line-mate.

Bob Zimmermann is many things, but he is no idiot.

“Did you get that paper done for your…what was it again- american pie class?”

Bob looks over his shoulder just in time to see Alicia send an appraising look from the couch. He catches a hint of a smile.

He winks back and she rolls her eyes in return.

Bob turns again to the large window, the white light blinding him for a moment. The large expanse of grass is still littered with snow, lining the way down to their lake. A blank sky hugs the horizon.

“Women, food, and American culture, Papa.”

“Right. So how’d you do on the paper? Did Eric help you out?”

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