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Through the Years (Part 1)

Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, you find yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived 70 years in the past.

Word Count: 1,404

Warnings: None. 

A/N: I’m in love with this idea, and I hope you all like it. Thank you to the beautiful Bella for reading this over for me @thenightmarebeforebucky. And to my angel, Lyds, for always being there to plan things out with me @khaleesinarylfiel

Originally posted by jokerxxisxxbaexxx

The last boxes were packed, everything you had called your life neatly wrapped in cardboard, all of it labeled, ready to be moved wherever you would call your next home. Giving a soft sigh, you stood by the threshold of the apartment you had called your own for the last five years and smiled. It was all bittersweet. Excited for something new, you knew you were taking a step forward into your future, your happiness. Yet you couldn’t help but to feel a little sad at leaving this tiny place that had seen you cry, laugh, despair, and even fall in love with the man you now called your fiancé.

Before you was what you had made the common living room. It used to house your first set of furniture, the one you had bought after saving for months, after sitting on lawn chairs you had picked up from a yard sale when you had first moved into the city. But this room was empty now, the light from the setting sun coming in through the window and you could see the dust swirling through the air.

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A good boy and a friend. The old rex enjoys relaxing in scenic spots as he waits for his next meal to stray nearby.

This little T-Rex was made to be roughly scientifically accurate, with a nice coat of ‘feathers’. He’s made with armature wire and polymer clay, painted with acrylics, and covered with rabbit fur. He was painstakingly made with love over the course of a year and he’s finally ready to go to a new home!

He’s available on Esty if you’re interested!

Emergency Brake

Spencer Reid x Reader

You’d seen him almost every morning for the past twelve weeks on the way to and from work. You assumed he lived in the same direction as you as he was always on bus into the city in the morning when you got on, and stayed on it after you got off.

Occasionally he wasn’t on the bus and you always wondered why. Was he ill or on vacation, did he work away?

Maybe one day you’d ask him.

More than likely not. You’d just settle for admiring him from afar.

You looked forward to seeing him, even if you didn’t ever speak to him. He was pretty. Dark brown hair that was perpetually messy, hazel eyes, and a jaw bone you were fairly certain you could cut glass on. He was by far one of the most attractive men you’d seen in real life.

He almost always had a book with him, a different one every time, and you wondered how the hell he got through them so quickly. You bought books with you too but it took you three to four days to finish one. Whereas it seemed to take him less than a day, the book he was reading on the way home often different to the one he had in the morning. He was either a super quick speed reader, or he had a super short attention span and got bored with the story line easily.

Today was cold and the bus was packed. You’d spotted him at the front of the bus, one empty seat across the aisle from him. You took it, seeing him glance up at you and smile shyly. You smiled back and sat down, tugging your ear buds out and shoving them into your bag. You didn’t mind listening to music on the train but you always turned it off when you got on the bus for some reason.

Four stops away from yours, a heavily pregnant woman boarded and looked around for a seat. No one moved to offer their’s up, everyone avoiding eye contact.

You sighed and went to stand up, catching her eye and motioning to your chair. She smile gratefully and made her way towards you.

The man opposite you looked up from the book his nose was buried in and frowned, seeing you exchanging your seat with the woman. He went to stand.

“Here, have mine instead,” he offered.

“No no no. It’s fine. She can take mine. I’m up now.”

You moved out of the way, the woman thanking you and sitting down. The bus began to move again.

“Well at least have my seat then. I’ll stand.” He rose from his seat and you saw that he was almost a foot taller than you.

“Seriously it’s fine. I get off in three stops anyway and you’re always on here after me. Sit back down. It’s okay.” You smiled at him in assurance and after a moment or two, he reseated himself.

You gripped the pole next to where he was sat, holding on tight. You hated standing up on public transport but you weren’t about to make a pregnant woman stand and you didn’t want to take his seat, even though he’d offered.

You watched him push a lock of his hair back behind his ear, closing his book and putting it back in his messenger bag.

The bus stopped suddenly, jerking you and making you stumble, knocking his head with your bag as you clung onto the pole trying to keep your balance. You were too short to easily reach the overhead strap.

“Shit. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine. I’m okay. I have a hard head.”

Two more passengers got on the already crowed bus and it set off again. At the next stop, the bus jerked again. This time, you lost your balance completely and wound up on the attractive man’s lap.

Your eyes widened and you scrambled to get off, his own face shocked at the stranger he now had sitting on his knee.

“Fuckity fuck. Shit. Fuck!” you pulled yourself upright again, bright red with embarrassment, his own cheeks flushed.

“I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry!”

He started to chuckle, amused rather than angry.

“Are you sure you don’t want my seat? You seem pretty desperate to get in it.”

You laughed back at him, your embarrsment subsiding slightly.

“I’m sure. I’m just clumsy. One more stop anyway.”

The next stop came and you were seriously considering complaining to the transport agency about this drivers breaking. Again you were sent stumbling into the man’s lap, frantically grabbing at the pole to pull yourself up so you could get off the bus and get home, ready to research a new way of getting to work so you would never have to see this man again. So far today you’d hit him with your bag, and landed in his lap twice.

He was trying to help you but your bag had landed awkwardly and had somehow tangled with the straps of his. By the time you were upright and able to start moving, the bus had pulled off.

“Balls,” you sighed.

“That was your stop wasn’t it?” he asked you.

You nodded in response, moving to pull yourself off his knee where you still were.

He put his arm out, stopping you.

“Listen, just stay put. It’s probably safer that way. The next stop is mine anyway so we can get off together. I don’t want you falling into me again and making me miss mine too,” he grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

He had such a nice smile, wide and happy with straight white teeth. His eyes sparkled when he grinned, making his handsome face even more beautiful.

“I’m Spencer,” he introduced himself.

“Y/N. I’d offer you my hand, but I figure we’re kinda beyond that now right?”

“Well you are sitting on my knee. I guess we are. Right, the stop’s coming up. Think you can handle walking down the aisle without falling over?”

“Who knows. I’ll probably still manage to fall into you or something. You might just wanna wait for a few moments and walk a few paces behind me.”

“You might be right there,” he replied, teasing you.

The bus stopped again and you hauled yourself up, rushing down the aisle and shooting the driving a filthy look as you got off. He wasn’t the usual driver and you blamed him for your embarrassment.

“Y/N… Wait.”

Spencer called after you and you haulted in your tracks, turning towards him.

“Erm… Do you have far to walk?” he asked, looking down at his feet nervously.

“Nah, I’m only five blocks out. The exercise will probably do me good. I’m really sorry by the way.”

“It really is okay… Listen… Erm….. You like coffee right? I see you with a Starbucks cup most mornings,” he was still shuffling his feet, not really making eye contact.

“I live on coffee. I swear I probably pay the manager’s wages single handedly with the amount I spend in there.”

“Would you…. Erm… Would you like to get a coffee with me sometime, maybe?”

He was asking you out?

He was asking you out!

“Really? You wanna get coffee with me?” You were totally surprised. This guy was way out of your league. Yet here he was, stuttering slightly and stumbling over his words.

“Only if you w-want to… It’s okay if you don’t… I understand,” he finally met your gaze, rejection already set in his face.

“Do you wanna go now? I kinda owe you one.”

“Really?”

“Sure. You can tell me how you manage to get through so many books…. ”

“You notice that I read?” he seemed totally surprised.

“Yes. It’s hard not to notice you. You’re kinda the best thing about my journey.”

He blushed before replying, “You’re kinda the best thing about mine too.”

You both smiled shyly at each other, before you decided to take the intitate and reach for his hand.

“Coffee shop’s this way.”

City Of Love

Write-A-Thon: AU Day (1)

Pairing: Jamilton

Summary: Alexander Hamilton-Jefferson goes back to France to have his husband sign divorce paper’s so he can marry a woman he loves in back in New York.

Inspiration: @exadorlion mentioned this au once.

Warning: cussing

Word Count: 3,663

A/N: angst :): btw this was supposed to be posted tomorrow but it’s already the 26th in a lot of the world. 


The streets of Paris never seemed so unfamiliar to him. The dim streetlights made the rain-slicked streets practically glow and the usual bustle of people were not gallivanting around the city. Everything seemed dead. Maybe it was the crushing feeling in his chest that made everything feel so drastically different, or maybe it was because most people didn’t wander the streets of Paris at one in the morning.

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Moving to California

Exciting News: I was offered a position teaching American Sign Language and Deaf Studies at Tilden Preparatory School in Walnut Creek, California. I will be moving to Walnut Creek (which is about 45 minutes from San Francisco) in June of 1017. I literally have less than 2 months to prepare to move to this beautiful new place. I have included some pictures of the Walnut Creek area, as well as pictures of the Condo where I will be living. The wonderful thing about Walnut Creek is that I will be close to a masjid (mosque) and I have already met some Muslim individuals and families in the area. And, I found out there there is a lot of vegan foods, grocery stores, and restaurants in the Bay Area of California. I feel so blessed to be embarking on such a wonderful journey. 

WALNUT CREEK

MY CONDO

Just Friends~Part 6

Part 6 YAS! 

I hope you like it as much as I do :D

-2 664 words

smut/ angst

~Jungkook is still jealous.~

prologuepart 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

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Jinyoung and I were having drinks celebrating our new promotion.

“I can’t believe we’re going to do this!” he exclaimed.

“Me neither, I mean this is a big task it isn’t any joke! I’m so happyyyyyy!”

Our boss asked us to organize a party. Not any party, this was one asked by Seunguri, the member of BigBang, the greatest kpop group. Apparently he wanted to unite the new generation of kpop idols. It was a big commission and I was excited but scared I wouldn’t be up to his expectation.

“What if something goes wrong though?” I mumbled suddenly feeling nervous about the idea.

“Ah, don’t think about that, so long as we try our best it will be a success I know it.” he reassured me.

This was one of the reasons I enjoyed working with Jinyoung, he was always positive and knew how to reassure me which was good because the pressure put on us in this job was sometimes unbearable. We took a few drinks and chatted and we went home ready to start working on this new project the next day.


We were working so hard on our project that I didn’t have time to think about Jungkook and Yugyeom and it was the best I had felt in a while. The party was in a few days and work had never been so intense. I had so much stuff to do, and it seemed like I would never have enough time to finish it all.

Finally the day for the party arrived Jinyoung and I were there to make sure everything went ok. We had tried to make the party as intimate as we could. We had planned for there to be many different rooms. Firstly there was a big room with all the food and drinks were the main part of it all would go on, it was big enough for everyone to fit in while still having enough space to move around freely. This was the room where the dancing would go on later in the night, there were a few tables for people to sit around and chat. Upstairs and on the sides were loads of smaller rooms. Some of them were hidden in the walls and you had to pay attention to realise there was a door there, making everything mysterious and intimate. The smaller rooms were filled with couches and silky cushions. The lighting was dim and the lights hung from the ceiling. We had added plants to give an exotic feel, and to be honest I was proud of the result, so was Jinyoung, it was exactly what we wanted it to be. Seunguri had came to see us at the beginning of the party and had told us how happy he was about our work which only boosted our ego to it’s fullest. We stayed together since we didn’t know many people, and we were still working technically, we were there to direct the progress of the party. Sometimes we went in the kitchens to check if the cooks were on schedule but we mostly had fun. Jimin was there and had stopped for a chat before going back to the party. I was happy to see him he always put a smile on my face.

Then I spotted Yugyeom. 

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Brown Eyed Girl, part two

Characters – Sam x Reader, Dean

Summary – An ordinary Friday night at work leads you to cross paths with your true mate, but will it lead to your lasting happiness or total devastation?

Word Count – 6,230

Warnings – A/B/O dynamics, angst, depression, brief mention of the attempted sexual assault from first part of the story

A/N – The second part of my first A/B/O story.  Again, I don’t write smut, but even glossing over the smutty aspects, heats, ruts, knotting, and claiming bites are all present in the story.  If you’re not familiar with A/B/O, check out this post detailing Kitten’s A/B/O Rules; that will give you a great starting point to understand the dynamics!

Please let me know what you think!  I would love some feedback!

Catch up: Part One

Originally posted by sammyseyebrows

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It had been one hell of a night; your heat hitting early, then the jerk at the bar, then the best sex you’d ever had, only to be followed by your new alpha – and true mate – telling you that claiming you had been a mistake.  You felt the first twinges of your next wave of heat coming and hoped they would hurry, and that Sam was just feeling nervous at having claimed a stranger and having second thoughts.  Surely, he knew as well as you did that the two of you were true mates, and he’d come around and be the alpha you’d always hoped for.  

After grabbing some clothes and other things from your apartment that you couldn’t live without, Dean drove the three of you to a local motel.  You could tell that both men could smell your next round of heat coming on, and Dean made a quick exit when you got back to their motel room, muttering something about getting another room and “leaving you to it.” Nervously, you sat down on the edge of the bed, not even sure if Sam was actually going to help you through the rest of your heat.

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I have two female tokay geckos ready to go to new homes. The one on the left (weird spot) is 36g. The one on the right (small spot) is 31 grams. I’m advertising them on tumblr first because I love watching them grow through reptiblr members. These are both children of Bean, the beloved tame tokay gecko of Tumblr. Gecko + shipping in the USA is $100. Local to NYC is $30. Approximate ages are 4 months. Their temperaments are skittish but handleable, with some gaping here and there and warning nips.

Originally posted by flygex-eatin-on-softies

A Fresh Start (part 1)

My long awaited Single Mom AU is here! Will be updated weekly on Tuesdays. I hope you guys enjoy ^^

Setting: Single Mom AU

Pairings: NaLu (Other major ships included.)

Summary: Lucy Heartfilia was a single mother of a three year old boy. Between her new job and raising her son by herself, she had no time for anything else, especially finding love. That is until Lucy finds herself having a crush on local firefighter Natsu Dragneel… who also happened to be her son’s soccer coach. Nothing awkward about this situation, right?

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“Kade! Where are you sweetheart?” Lucy called out for her three year old son. 

“Here Mommy!”

Lucy sighed in relief as she seen him come out of his now empty bedroom. She kneeled over to his height putting a hand on his light blonde hair. “The moving van is ready to leave sweetheart, are you ready to go to your new home?”

“Yeah! I can’t wait for daycare!” Kade said happily, his chocolate eyes sparkling.

Lucy smiled sadly at her son. He was three years old, but she couldn’t afford to put him in a daycare of any kind in this town due to her income. It’s just been him and her 24/7 since Kade was born. Its been a long three years… but things were finally starting to pick up. Lucy was offered a job at Sorcerer Weekly four hours away in Magnolia. With the money she’s saved up plus the very nice pay raise she was receiving she could finally afford to give her son everything he deserved, even if she couldn’t afford the things she wanted. Kade came before everything and anything, especially herself.

Her son was her whole world.

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Today, I fucked up by losing a customers baby photos.

To clarify, I work in a phone retailer in the UK where it’s common to do a data transfer for customers buying a new phone from their old one.

A young couple had come in, toddler in tow, to get their new device and had been incredibly helpful by loading all their data on to a micro SD card ready for the new device. Despite them offering to do it at home, part of our good service guidelines is to do it in store for them. Some may know that many phones spring load their micro SD cards so that pushing it in to the device pops it back out.

This phone, for whatever reason, had a ridiculously powerful spring that immediately shot the SD card out at such a force I didn’t even see it go. So I’m standing there with no card, no knowledge and in store music drowning out any sound of where it landed.

I searched, my colleagues searched, but to no avail. These photos were majority baby photos documenting this kids entire life and had helpfully been backed up on to one card with no other options. No Dropbox style backups, no PC backups, nothing but that card. The customer was understanding but incredibly upset and when store closed I promised to stay behind and look before the cleaners descended.

This was two months ago. No sign.

This week we had keyboard issues. Four buttons weren’t working. It’s likely to be a blockage as keyboards tend to work fully or not at all. As I prised the buttons off it became rapidly more obvious that black plastic was blocking it. Sure enough, an SD card. Tested it and there’s the couple, there’s the kid, everything. In two months we have thousands of customers so I had no way to contact them but to search archive upon archive of paperwork to try and find them.

To cut a long story short, I did. I rang, returned and apologised for the heartache and they couldn’t be happier. I pride myself on my service and it had bothered me for months.

TIFU: Internet`s best fucked up stories are here.

Tour Guide

New to your apartment in Brooklyn you go to explore only to get completely lost. Thankfully a charming gentleman with kind blue eyes was there to save the day.

Request: ‘The Knitter’ was so adorable! Can I please get added to your tag list? And may I request something as well? I recently moved to a new place and have this daydream about walking into Bucky accidentally and he offers to show the reader the city. Or they meet because she starts working for SHIELD and this is is how they meet and Bucky thinks she’s cute and offers to show her around, like Brooklyn and so on :) thank you! X

BuckyxReader

Warnings: Bucky’s pretty damn hot and sweet (I felt like this is a needed warning)

Word Count: 1820

Title: Tour Guide

Note: @gallifreyansass  I’m so sorry this has taken me so long to write this, I’ve been so busy with my holiday and organising my University. You’ve probably already settled in and know your way around the your new area now so I hope that all went well. Here’s some helpful Bucky for you anyway, thanks for the request doll, this was fun to write!


Stepping out of your brand new Brooklyn apartment you locked the door and headed down the stairs. Having just finished unpacking your moving boxes (most of which contained far too many books) your plan for the rest of the day was to get to know the area around your new home. You were more than ready to get out of your small apartment and so you excitedly jumping down the stairs you nearly ran smack bang into a rather well built blonde with blue eyes.

“Oh, sorry sir!” you called out as you narrowly avoided him.

“It’s no problem miss.” He called out and you smiled gratefully before continuing down the stairs slightly more carefully. The man you would later learn was Steve Rogers released a hearty chuckle and leant against the railing with crossed arms watching you descend the many flight of stairs.

When you reached the front door of the apartment block a very polite coloured man with a wicked smile held the door open for you.

“Thanks,” you said and he winked back giving you a dazzling smile in reply. Sam Wilson entered the building and closed the door waving up at Steve as you hit the street with a bounce in your step. You couldn’t be sure if you were nervous or excited but you were somewhere in that zone. Pulling your bag more securely on your shoulder you started off down the street taking note of where you had started off.

Much later you stood on the corner of one street and another staring intently at a map you were holding in your hands. It’d been two hours since you’d left the apartment and you had made it no more than a few blocks before getting completely lost. You tried to backtrack to your apartment but all the buildings looked the same and you just made yourself even more lost. You looked up again at the street signs above your head taking note once again of their names. Still being unable to locate either road on the map you released a sigh and stomped your foot in frustration.

You folded up your map placing it in your pocket and looked up to see a taxi cab hurtling down the road. You hadn’t noticed the puddle of water on the road and so flinched when the cab sent up a large spray. You scrunched your eyes in preparation to be soaked but you remained dry. Instead you felt a strong hand grab you and pull you out of the way. You opened your eyes to find a pair of sparkling blue ones staring back at you. Your saviour stepped back and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Hi,” you whispered shyly unable to look away from his eyes.

“Hi.” He replied warmly his voice deep but firm. “Sorry about grabbing you like that but you already looked lost, I didn’t want to add wet to the mix.”

Well you’ve dramatically failed at that you thought to yourself taking in the hunk of a man before you.

“Thank you, it’s appreciated,” you replied instead and turned to start walking away, hoping he wouldn’t notice how blatantly you’d ogled him.

“Hey, wait!” the mystery brunette called out causing you to turn around, “Do you need a hand getting around. I meant what I said when you looked lost.”

“Oh,” you mumbled ducking your head and rubbing the back of your neck, trying to hide the redness of your cheeks. Inhaling a deep breath you pushed away your pride and risked a look at the man waiting nervously before you. “Um, yes. Please.” you added noting the beautiful smile that crossed his face as you said it.

“Brilliant,” he cheered in a gravely voice, “I’m James by the way.”

“y/n”, you replied, completely oblivious to the avenger who was standing in front of you. “Thanks for the help.”

“It’s no problem, really. You looking for anywhere in particular or….” James trailed off waiting for you to fill in the blanks for him.

“Oh, um, I’m, ah, actually new to the area, just moved in, and wanted to get to know the place but it’s not exactly going very well.” James laughed as you gestured to the scrunched up map in your pocket. He shook his head and smiled gently up at you sending your heart racing.

“Well then,” James added with a smile, “I guess you’ve just found yourself a tour guide.”

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James was the best tour guide you could ask for. He showed you all the main sights and attractions of Brooklyn along with a few hidden jem’s. He showed you prospect park, Brooklyn bridge and the Brooklyn botanical gardens. He even pointed out where the museum and aquarium were. As you walked he spoke of the best diners, quiet places to sit in the parks and where you can get the perfect New York Cheese cake.

Walking around yet another corner James continued his enthusiastic ramblings about Brooklyn. It was beautiful to watch him speak so passionately about his home town and if you’d guessed his identity correctly, he wouldn’t have been this relaxed and at ease in a long time. He was so sweet and kind and the way his eyes lit up when he talked made you lose track of what he was saying more than you cared to admit.

“And here’s the old Corner Cinema. Well,” Bucky paused taking in the empty car park, “it, uh, was. It was a good place to go. Snuck out to watch films with my buddy St… my friend way too many times.” Bucky’s shoulders had dropped as he took in the empty car park his once cheery demeanour fading away rapidly. Wanting to lighten the mood you looked around and noticed a diner just across the street from you.

“Hey James, is there a good place to eat around here? I realise I haven’t eaten since breakfast and I’m quite hungry.” You asked innocently and you swore you saw his eyes shine with unshed tears.

“Yeah, just over here actually.” he replied stealthily wiping his eyes. “My friend and I always used to come here after the movies. They serve a mean bagel.” You smiled up at him and James led you across the road and held the door open for you. What a gentleman.

Sliding into a booth at the back you allowed James, or as you were fairly sure Bucky, to order for you. You were sure that the bagel you’d eaten was brilliant but you don’t actually remember what it tasted like, being too busy watching Bucky to notice the taste. You sat in the booth for a good two hours talking of this and that. He had a wicked sense of humour and the stories he told of his childhood set you both laughing.

“Thanks for today Bucky. I reckon I know my way around now.” you said smiling up at him not noticing your slip up. Bucky however had and his face fell when you called him by his nickname. He immediately became distant and moved to get up.

“Wait, sorry,” you said with a slight shrug, “I figured it out. If it makes you feel better it took me a while.”

Bucky nodded at your answer but his face was now guarded. You could see a war battling behind his eyes and you hoped you hadn’t scared him away.

“How did I give it away?” he asked eventually not looking at you and instead staring at his hands.

“Your glove was the first hint along with your stories and the fact we’re in Brooklyn. It was the cinema that was the give away. Oh and that.” You finished pointing at something behind him. Turning Bucky couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face or the laugh that escaped his lips as he looked at the photo-wall behind him. By his left ear was a black and white photo of him and a very scrawny Steve Rogers smiling giddily with sauce all over their faces. Shaking his head he turned to you and was surprised to see a smile on your face too.

“I guess that is a bit of a giveaway huh?” he joked his eyes much lighter than before.

“Just a bit,” you sassed back as you stood up and gestured towards the door. Bucky chuckled deeply and got out of the booth. You followed him over to the counter and watched gladly as he managed to persuade the waitress to allow him to take the photo home. Once out of the diner Bucky asked if you knew your way home and when you replied with an embarrassed no, you gave Bucky your address. Bucky confirmed your suspicions when he said he lived in the same apartment as you. You told him of your unknowing run in with Steve and Sam enticing another laugh from him.

When you made it back home Bucky paused before entering turning to look at you.

“Thank you. I really needed today.” he admitted awkwardly. You understood what he meant and so placed a hand reassuringly on his left arm. You couldn’t imagine what he’d experienced so you were happy to help. The fact that he was a stunningly handsome gentleman was completely beside the point.

Again trying to lighten the mood you replied “I’m fairly sure I should be thanking you shouldn’t I?”

“I was happy to help.” Bucky smiled in return before adding. “I mean it though, thank you giving me a chance.”

“It’s not everyday I meet a gentleman. I was more than happy to have my own personal tour guide” you sassed back

You brushed past Bucky and started up the stairs to your apartment leaving a smiling Bucky behind you. Bucky followed you up and stopped one floor below you to find his door already open and a smirking Steve Rogers leaning against the doorway. Easily able to read the emotions playing out in Bucky’s head Steve pointed towards the roof and the sound of you unlocking your door.

“y/n! Wait!” he called out sprinting up the stairs.

“Bucky? Everything alright?” you asked looking past him in confusion.

“I just, ah, remembered that, ah,” Bucky inhaled slowly regaining his courage before looking you straight in the eye. “I forgot to show you the best part of Brooklyn today and was wondering if you’d accompany me to Coney Island tomorrow night?”

You looked the now nervous super soldier up and down before smirking and asking, “James, are you asking me on a date?” When he didn’t reply you continued, “because if you were, I’d say yes.”

Bucky’s face lit up and you laughed when he replied, “yes doll, yes I am.”

“Then I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow then.”

One floor below you Steve slapped Sam on the back and you could have sworn you heard the coloured man mumble, “dammit Barnes, I was going to ask her.”


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Ares is ready for his new home!

Ares was born back in August as part of a 25% Rufescens sandboa litter from Sausage and Egg. He and his littermates began as very selective and picky eaters, who preferred to sleep through winter rather than eat.

As of today, Ares weighs 17 grams and has taken 11 meals, 4 consecutively, and is eating 2 f/t pinky mice at a time.

Ares is handleable, but needs some work. He can be fast and a little nervous. Ares is a high black tiger phase, a Rufescens trait, and we had intended him a holdback. He has just a few gray belly scales. 

Ares is available for 50$.

We are willing to ship Ares once the weather has warmed up. We are happy to deliver him for free to the March Tinley Park NARBC show. We will also deliver for free to any Midwest Reptile Show in Indianapolis, IN, or the Kalamazoo Reptile Show in Kalamazoo, MI.

Contact us for more details.

These are 2 Rainbow Pride Bats I made this past week and they are for sale on my etsy.  18" wingspan.  They are ready to go to their new homes. :)   Thanks for looking!  Pattern by BeeZeeArt. Link for pink bat:  https://www.etsy.com/listi…/514778611/pink-rainbow-pride-bat
Link for blue bat: https://www.etsy.com/listi…/514778853/blue-rainbow-pride-bat