otp across the universe

anonymous asked:

Hi <3 Do you have any recommendations for space YA books? I've read the lunar chronicles, these broken stars and gemina and I'm going to be reading Starstruck next. I just love anything space related. Thanks :D

Oh heck yes! Favorite genre, hands down. Lunar Chronicles, Illuminae, The Starbound Trilogy… love them!

If you like couples and OTPs, you should read Across the Universe by Beth Revis! There’s also the laugh out loud Long Way to a Small Angry Planet (though it’s not YA). There’s the classic Ender’s Game, the beloved Wrinkle in Time series, Patrick Ness’s Knife of Never Letting Go (I didn’t really get into this one, but one of my BFFs adores it). 

I just started reading “No Ordinary Star” by MC Frank, and I’m loving it so far. Though I haven’t finished it yet!

Next on my TBR is Zodiac by Romina Russell and eventually Alienated by Melissa Landers. Unearthed by Amie Kaufman isn’t out yet but I’m so gonna preorder it! 

I really hope you like Starstruck! I feel weird talking about it on Tumblr, but my publisher reminds me that no one is going to read it if I don’t tell them about it. I really really hope you like it! 

Space nerds unite! 

Across the Hall AU - Random Scene 1/?? [Cullen x Trevelyan]

Across The Hall is what I’ve taken to referring to the AU as, I guess it fits?

Wrote after I had this scene idea because Oh god. I hate myself apparently.

Read more-ing because is long~

As Nevena kicked the front door open, Maggie ran through Cullen’s legs and Nevena’s, almost causing them both to topple.

The dog raced straight down the hall and into the living room, to what she had adopted as her ‘spot’ on Nevena’s sofa. The squeaky rabbit toy she carried in her mouth letting out a pathetic whine with every step the dog took.

“Thank you, Maggie!” Nevena shouted after the dog, throwing her front door keys towards the hallway table.

She missed, they hit the floor.

Behind her, Cullen struggled with the heavier bags on his arms and wondered, once more why he had offered to help her with her shopping.

He also wondered why Varric hadn’t repaired the fucking lifts yet. It had been over a month. He had never known them to be out of commission so long.

Cullen managed to swing the front door back with his foot and it slammed behind him.

He followed Nevena down the hall and into the kitchen where he deposited the four - no five - bags he carried into a heap on the floor.

Nevena was more careful, placing each of her four bags on to the kitchen table and the counter tops.

“Why, may I ask, did you have to buy paint?” Cullen inquired, leaning back against the door frame and watching Nevena begin to unpack. 

She organised her different items into piles of what went where. One for food for the fridge, another for frozen food. Another pile for breads and soft things, everything neat before she would put it away.

“We’re doing an outside mural at school,” she explained tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Don’t your school have their own paint?”

She shrugged and continued putting things away.

Deciding to leave her to it, Cullen went through into the living room and sat beside Maggie who was chewing on her new toy and had already decapitated it.

“That lasted about as long as I thought it would.” Remarked Cullen fondly, rubbing his dogs ears.

Maggie stared at him, big baleful eyes, tongue lolling out of her mouth, tail whacking the cushions as steady as a heartbeat. “Don’t get too comfortable in here, we’re not staying long.” Cullen told her.

She cocked her head at him and then returned to the job of dismembering her soggy toy.

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All the incarnations of Stucky are adorable, okay?

Like, first there’s “Canon” Stucky, where they’re dudes. That’s cute for obvious reasons.

Then there’s Fem!Stucky, where they’re chicks, and really, Bucky is basically Peggy with blue eyes and Brooklyn swag and Fem!Steve is just this teeny tiny little waif that STILL GETS INTO FIGHTS AND BUCKY HAS TO WADE IN AND KICK ASS IN LIPSTICK AND HEELS.

And then there’s the half-genderbends, which come with whole new flavors of cute.

Like, first there’s Fem!Bucky/Steve, where Steve really likes Bucky but never asks her out because she’s really classy and what if it messes up our friendship and Bucky tries to hook Steve up with literally every female friend she has, and she still wades into the fray to save Steve when he gets in over his head which is most of the time. And she goes off overseas with the Women’s Auxiliary while Steve’s still trying to get in and fuck if she doesn’t realize they could have had something halfway across the Atlantic.

And then there’s Bucky/Fem!Steve, where Steve still gets into fights and Bucky’s like “omg stop; if these guys are willing to hit you, they’re willing to do other things so please stop” but Steve doesn’t because Steve is Steve. And Bucky doesn’t really even absorb the possibility that they could have been like… married until he’s shipping out and then it’s like “fuck she could have gotten money and stuff if I die over there, fuck fuck fuck” but then the images get more romantic and he realizes he loves her and kicks himself from England to Italy.

And post-serum Fem!Steve is an amazon, six feet tall and built like a brick shithouse and it doesn’t matter if Bucky’s a guy or a doll, it’s attractive as shit. Like, yeah, she was cute before but omg she could literally throw me back to Brooklyn.

And really, this holds no matter what. Bucky always love Steve and finds Steve wildly attractive. Short and skinny, or a regular Adonis/Athena, it doesn’t matter.

Stucky is cute no matter what gender or sex they are and if that doesn’t prove they’re the OTP Across the Universe, I don’t know what does.

anonymous asked:

For your fluffy prompts, maybe something from Across the hall? Have you ever written about how they first reveal their feelings for each other? I hope you feel better! Remember: treat yo self! Xx

Cullen x Nevena Trevelyan Modern AU [Across the Hall]

“I think I’m in love with you.”

The words fell from Cullen’s mouth before he could stop them and were in the air, unable to be taken back. He had not meant to say them. Had not intended to admit how deep his feelings for his blonde neighbour ran, but he had. His heart and mind had disconnected for a split second and his mouht had run away with him.

He stood, frozen in the threshold of his front door staring at Nevena’s stationary back. He could not breathe, or think or move. His legs felt like concreate, his body like ice. He could feel his heart thundering and his stomach fall through his body to his feet.

Slowly, Nevena turned and faced him, her front door open behind her. Her eyes were wide. Between the clear shock at his admission, there was a look of utter terror and quiet anger.

“Fuck.” Muttered Cullen, the first thing he could think of. “I didn’t mean— That is—” He fumbled, trying to explain. “You—”

“Are you serious?” Nevena cut him off, her voice hard.

Cullen stopped searching for something to say. He closed his mouth, looked at her, his eyes on hers. Her face was more severe than he had ever seen before, her mouth in a straight line with creases marking her brow above her furrowed eyebrows.

“I…” He started and stopped. “I think…” Sighing, he pushed his face into his hands and then his hands through his hair. “Yes.” Cullen said, finally. “I realised a while ago. That’s wh-”

“That’s why you’ve been pushing me away?” Nevena all but barked at him. “You’ve been making me feel like I’d done something wrong, like a terrible person, because you couldn’t face the fact you care about me?” Her eyes blazed, and at her sides Cullen saw her small hands curl into fists.

He understood her anger. The way he had treated her had been unkind, cruel even. His own fear and anxiety had caused him to push her away. And now he feared he had pushed too hard, pushed too far. That he had got what he had thought he wanted.

“I know.” He sighed, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “And I’m sorry. I was… afraid.”

Nevena’s chin shook, he could see her fighting back the will to cry and wanted nothing more than to hug her. To apologise over and over into her hair and beg her forgiveness for his foolishness and his fear. He did not though. He stayed at his door and watched her, counting his breaths and the beats of his heart.

“I don’t know what to do with this information.” Nevena admitted, her voice low and catching in her throat. She sniffled, and swallowed hard. “I need to—”

“Take all the time you need.” Cullen prompted. “I…” He cleared his throat, “I’ll be here. When - if - you’re ready to talk. However long it takes.”

With a curt nod, Nevena turned and disappeared into her flat. Cullen closed the front door and leaned his forehead against the cool wood, cursing himself under his breath.