red and white polka dots

Haunting Me (Chap. 5)

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader

Warnings: Mentions of racism. Flashbacks. Angst.

Since the little occurrence at the motel twenty four hours ago, you’ve been held in the Stark tower and interrogated by Alexander Pierce himself. He was convinced that you were working with Bucky and conspiring with him on multiple terrorist attacks, which was highly untrue. You had a perfectly clean record; you hadn’t even missed a single day of school until now, so the thought of you having anything to do with The Winter Soldier and Hydra was complete bullshit according to Nick Fury.

He was there the entire time as well, countering every little accusation that Pierce threw at you with hard facts. Every attack that had happened in the last few months happened while you were seeing by numerous people on the other side of the city. Hell, even your professor confirmed your whereabouts on those dates, but that didn’t stop Pierce from threatening you.

“I think we’re forgetting that she was kidnapped,” Fury spoke as he crossed his arms. “And held hostage for an entire day and a half. There were multiple witnesses that saw him not only chasing her, but abducting her as well.”

“Which is why I believe she knows something,” Pierce countered, peering over at you with a frustrated scowl. “Why on earth would Hydra’s top assassin go absolutely haywire and kidnap this random woman? Why her? What made him act that way?”

You rolled your eyes and took another sip of your coffee. You were beyond exhausted and wanted nothing more than to crawl into your bed and sleep forever. You hoped and prayed that Bucky would magically appear in your apartment, but you knew the chances were slim to none.

“Can I leave now?” you asked, your eyes staring at the metal table below you.

“No,” Pierce spoke briefly, before standing from the chair. Without another word, he left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Look, kid,” Fury sighed as he sat in the empty chair across from you. He rubbed his temples with his fingertips. “Did the guy mention anything to you? Where he was going or anything like that?”

You shook your head, feeling the familiar burn of tears threating to form in your eyes. “No,” you answered, swallowing the lump in your throat. He didn’t mention anything. You both were pretty preoccupied before Steve popped up, but you completely left those intimate parts out. You didn’t exactly fancy talking about your sexual escapades with random people.

“Alright,” he nodded, giving you a tight smile as he stood from the chair. “We’re gonna have you fill out some paperwork and you’ll be on your way. I’ll send Rogers in here; he’s dying to talk to you.”  

You nodded, giving him a small smile. However, on the inside, you were screaming. You had so many bones to pick with Steve at the moment; you wanted all of your questions answered immediately.

A few minutes after Fury excused himself, the door squeaked open and you heard the familiar sound of a shield being set down against the floor. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor filled the room, followed by a deep sigh.

“Did you know?” you asked, avoiding his eyes.

After a long, pregnant pause he answered.


“How long?” you demanded.

“The entire time,” he admitted, his eyes filled with sadness. You scoffed.

“You knew me,” you confirmed. “The old me. Jane.”

Steve’s eyes lit up as soon as he heard the name fell from your lips. He nodded once again, sniffling softly. You looked over at him, expecting him to be in tears of sadness, but instead, you found him smiling. You looked down at the manila folder in his hands curiously, your eyes flickering back to him.

“What’s that?” you asked warily.

Steve placed the folder down on the table and gently slid it towards you.

“It’s your life, Y/N.” He replied. You inhaled deeply as you opened the folder.

Inside there was a giant older photo of you, smiling brightly. It looked as though it was taken in one of those old school photo booths from the Coney Island carnivals. Your hair was curled in the typical 1940’s fashion, your lips dark with the red lipstick you always wore. Your dress was a deep red with little white polka dots. Beside you was Bucky. He grinned that same dorky grin from your memory as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leaned his head against yours. He looked so happy and full of life.

You both did.

“What happened to me?” you asked, feeling the tears run down your cheeks.  

“In 1943, you were diagnosed with lung cancer from second hand smoke. You died six months later.” Steve replied, blinking away his own tears that threatened to fall.

The next photo was one of the three of you. Steve was in the middle, with you and Bucky on either sides of him, holding up what looked to be a birthday cake. You let out a small laugh at the sight of tiny, pre-serum Steve with a party hat perched on his head. The three of you looked as though you were laughing hysterically, enjoying each other’s company.

You flipped over to the third photo, which was a black and white picture. It was taken at the beach this time. Only, instead of Bucky or Steve, your arm was wrapped around a very beautiful and much younger brunette and vice versa. She was holding a lollipop in her hand, her head resting on your shoulder as she grinned. You squinted as you took in her features. She was familiar, but not enough to ring any bells.

“Who is this?” you asked, picking the photo up.

“That’s Rebecca Barnes, Bucky’s younger sister.” Steve answered, smiling sheepishly. “That was taken on the day you both met for the first time. Bucky took the picture.”

You felt your head ache once again, and this time, you didn’t fight it.


“Okay, dolls,” Bucky laughed as he peered into the camera and aimed it at the two of you. “Make sure you actually look this time, this film is expensive as hell.”

Usually, people didn’t lean in too close to you. They usually awkwardly stood beside as if they were forced by some invisible threat. No one liked taking pictures with colored people, and that instantly sent a wave of anxiety through you. But to your surprise, Rebecca scooted as close to you as possible and flung her arm over your shoulders. She rested her head on your shoulder and grinned.

You swore you felt your heart nearly fly out of your chest. Nevertheless, you found yourself smiling like an idiot at the camera.

“Okay you two,” he exclaimed. “On three!”

You both stood as still as possible as he pressed the button, causing the giant flash to temporarily blind you both. You giggled as you rubbed your eyes, trying to rid your sight of the little dark spots that swarmed your vision.

But just as you set your hands down, you felt Rebecca lean in close to your ear and cup her hands around her mouth, her eyes flickering over to Bucky as he fiddled with the camera.  

“I’m so glad I met you, Jane!” she whispered with a smile. “I’ve always wanted a sister!”

“Y/N?” Steve repeated, this time his voice was a bit louder. You blinked, shaking your head.

“I remember!” you breathed, peering back up at a highly concerned Steve as he stared back at you in confusion. “She told me a secret that day.”

“I know,” Steve chuckled as he took the photo from your hand and stared down at it. “You wouldn’t stop talking about it for days. It took you an entire week for you to finally shut up.”

You both let out a laugh, a genuine laugh that held no type of ill feelings or nervousness.


You found out a whole lot about yourself the past two years.

Your name was Jane Collins; you lived with your younger sister, June. You grew up in New York City with your family. You wanted to become an actress like your idol, Judy Garland. You absolutely loved polka dot dresses and worked at an ice cream shop named Lucy’s, where you met Bucky in 1939.

Out of all the things you couldn’t stand, you absolutely hated cigarettes. The mere smell of them made you automatically nauseous, which was so ironic, seeing as you ended up addicted to them in this life.

However, as you began regaining memories, you began to wonder if Y/N Y/L/N was even a real person anymore. Should you go by your new name in this life, or should you be Jane? You were so confused.

“Your life now is a fresh start,” Natasha told you one day as you both met for lunch. The sun shined down on her fiery red hair, giving you a perfect muse to draw later. “Sometimes it’s best to leave the past in the past.”

Those words struck you like a cord. She was right. As much as you wanted to be Jane for Steve, you weren’t that woman anymore. Sure, it would cause comfort for him, but you were you. You had to live in the moment and be who yourself.

Ever since you found out your true nature, Steve began bringing you around the tower more often. You quickly formed a friendship with everyone, especially Wanda, who was intrigued by your story the most. You began to think of the Avengers as a little second family.

You spent your days attending school, trying to focus on your career and your studies. But no matter what, your thoughts always went back to the same man, Bucky Barnes. Where was he? Was he safe? You prayed he was.

Natasha had tried to set you up with a few men here and there, but you found yourself denying them each time. It wasn’t out of spite or anything, you just…weren’t interested. Truth be told, you weren’t interested in anyone else than a certain brown haired super soldier. You knew it was childish, but you didn’t care anymore. You wanted to see him again, and if that meant waiting around like a crazy cat lady, so be it. Steve tried to tell you how unrealistic that was, but you only responded by raising your fuzzy sock covered foot and giving him a gentle kick to the face, sending him flying off your couch.


You made your way up the final stair case in exhaustion. Your hands were occupied by your large, freshly dried canvas that you would be turning in for your final tomorrow. This would be your final project before graduation and you had to make sure it was perfect, even if that meant staying up until five am like you did the night before.

When you approached your door, fishing your keys out of your coat pocket, you froze.

Your door was open.

Sometimes, you tended to rush as you left and forgot simple things, but not once had you forgotten to lock your door –much less forgetting to close it. You gently pushed the door open, wincing as it squeaked loudly. That was the worst idea ever.

You peeked inside your darkened living room. Everything looked exactly the same; nothing was missing from what you could tell. You took a wary step into the room, setting your canvas down against the wall and pulling out your small stun gun that Tony had given you for your birthday this year.

You found it extremely odd that someone would break in, only to leave everything there and not take anything. You made your way into your bedroom, kicking the door open and peeking inside. Nothing. Not even the light was on. You turned around and made your way into the second room in your apartment, which was strictly used for your paintings.

Immediately, you began to panic. What if someone from school vandalized your paintings? You had an entire year’s worth of work in there; most of it was going into the gallery as well. You felt your heart race as you neared the door, which was slightly ajar. Completely not how you left it.  With a deep breath, you opened the door.

And you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

“W-What the fuck?” you breathed, your eyes filling with tears.

You watched as a very normal Bucky Barnes turned around and looked into your eyes. Instead of the cold, dead ones you came in contact with two years ago, you were faced with two lively, ocean blue orbs. They were beautiful, even more than you remembered.

“Hello, Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes staring into yours. 

You blinked, unable to form any coherent sentences.



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The Fluffer*

AU Bucky Barnes x Reader Request Fic

Prequel to Perfect Just the Way You Are. Though I recommend reading it first, you don’t technically have to as both are standalone one shots. Based on this Ask, hope it’s what you wanted nonnie! I give you The Fluffer.

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky x Reader  |  Word Count: 4554
Warnings: It’s about a porn star, if I have to warn you it will be smutty, you shouldn’t be on my blog. Also, Bucky’s foul swearing mouth, as well as Steve being a shit. Enjoy!

The flush on your face had to be lobster red by this point. Not just a rosy blush which would bring life to your cheeks, but a red so dark you could feel it burn from the roots of your hair all the way down your chest.

You couldn’t believe you were here, doing this, acting this… part, being part of this lifestyle you’d only come to know because of your boyfriend. Never in your life had you been more fascinated, morbidly so, turned on, and jealous all at the same time.

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actualvolga  asked:

Companions crushing on sole (or not, in the case of strong/dogmeat) reacting to getting a valentine's day gift?

Cait: “Oh. Oh, u-uh, thanks, Sole. I guess.” Her surprise makes her stutter, until she catches herself and plays it cool. “I, uh, I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything. Don’t really… celebrate holidays, but um… thanks.” After Sole leaves, she panics, rushing around to find a return gift. At the end of the day, Sole finds a pile of flower-like weeds on their bedside table, covered in a faint dusting of dirt, beside a piece of paper with a heart scrawled on it.

Codsworth: He’s very pleased. “Oh, Mx. Sole, thank you! It’s been such a long time since we’ve celebrated anything, don’t you think? I think I’ll make us a nice Valentine’s brunch. Where do you think I could get the, uh…” He floats off, gift in hand, putting together a meal plan for Valentine’s brunch. Using various produce and preserved ingredients, he puts together a lavish, heart-shaped feast for everyone to enjoy.

Curie: She gasps. “Sole! How sweet of you! Does this make us, ah… valentines?” She claps her hands together excitedly with a wide smile. “Come with me!” She gathers everyone together and hands out handmade valentines, made from rose-colored paper she dyed herself, all with sweet, personal messages. She even kisses Sole on the cheek for being so sweet.

Danse: The gift seems comically small in his large hands, and he stares at it blankly. “You got this for me?” His cheeks darken. “I… Thank you. It… means a great deal.” He runs off, embarrassed, before returning later that day with a bunch of hubflowers, handing them over with a stiff expression on his face and some mumbled, self-conscious words of affection.

Deacon: “Aw, you shouldn’t have.” He takes the gift with the faintest of smiles, pleasantly surprised. “I know it’s sappy, but I’m a real sensitive guy, and I got you something too. Just, you know, since you remember Pre-War holidays like this.” He gives them heart-shaped sunglasses, red-and-white polka-dotted rims with dark shades. He already has a matching pair, and insists they become sunglasses-buddies for a day.

Dogmeat: More food is the best Valentine’s Day gift a pupper could ever get. He doesn’t understand the holiday, of course, but he understands that everyone’s in a great mood, and feeds off their energy, accepting treats and pets and following Sole around all day, enjoying the spring air.

Hancock: “You’re a peach.” He flashes Sole a toothy grin. “I had a little something planned, myself.” Hancock ends up taking them on a special outing rather than giving them a gift. They go to the Third Rail, and Hancock snaps his fingers. Mood lighting sets in, Magnolia croons a lovesong, and he and Sole dance in between drinks.

MacCready: “Oh, wow, Sole. Uh. How much did this cost?” He stares, either baffled at the potential price or just shocked anyone got him anything at all. “And it’s a gift? You don’t want anything in return?” he asks suspiciously. When assured that, no, it’s just a gift, he finds himself in a good mood for the rest of the day. Even daring to hold Sole’s hand every now and again, and blushing whenever anyone catches him staring at Sole with their back turned.

Nick Valentine: He takes the present without a word, turning it over in his hands with a surprised, soft expression on his face. “That’s real kind of you, Sole,” he says at last, meeting their eyes with an uncharacteristic smile. “You’ll make an old man blush.” He takes them out to Diamond City market, and gets them whatever Valentine’s present catches their eye, taking them out for lunch afterwards.

Piper: To Sole’s surprise, she’s nowhere to be found. At least, not until Nat hands her a copy of the latest Publick Occurrences with a wink. A big, black-and-white valentine is printed on the front, with “Happy Valentine’s!” printed in big, bold letters. Piper appears around a corner after that, blushing like a fool but still excited. She accepts Sole’s gift with a squeal, throwing her arms around them in a bear hug, and talking way too fast due to her nerves.

Preston: He blushes dark upon receiving the gift. “Oh, wow, Sole. That’s sweet of you.” He toys with his hat - a nervous gesture. “Haven’t had time to think of Valentine’s things, been so busy with work, but…” He tells them to meet him at the back of the Castle, after dark. That night, they sit under the stars in the relative privacy of the rear of the Castle, watching the stars wink into life and exchanging jokes and stories.

Strong: “WHAT THIS?” He stares at the present. “… GIFT?” He doesn’t quite understand. All he knows is that humans give each other gifts today. So, that afternoon, Sole receives the… back end of a half-eaten cow. “GIFT!” Strong bellows. “FOR VALENTINE.”

X6-88: “… Valentine’s day. A human custom. A day for expressing affection through the exchange of goods.” He pockets the present. “Thank you,” he states, with a simple nod. Later that night, Sole finds a box sitting on their bed. It contains a pristine copy of one of Sole’s favorite books, or toys, or other meaningful item. Where did it come from? Who got it? How did they find one in such good condition? X6 insists he knows nothing about it.

anonymous asked:

Oh Are request open again!? If they are could I request RFA+V and Unkown on how they would react to MC in a Bikini while they are at the beach. Seriously love your writing!

Aw thank you ^-^. And yes requests are open! I wrote this with the idea in mind that the RFA is having a nice day at the beach. Just as a note, I went about this differently than I usually would. I pretty much wrote it the same except for V and Unknown where they’re not together just have the feels for each other.


  • it was the first time in a while since Yoosung went to the beach!
  • and he was not only glad he could go with the RFA, but you as well
    • he even brought a blanket to lay on with you
    • and lunch for just you two
    • and one for Seven because he asked
  • while you were changing into your bathing suit, Yoosung was with Seven out in the ocean looking for seashells
  • it was a few minutes when you had came out seeing your nugget preoccupied with finding shells on the shore
  • Zen was the first to notice you and your red bikini with white polka dots and frills
    • ☆⌒(≧▽ ° )
  • so you talk to him for a bit
  • then you suddenly feel an arm around your shoulder
  • and Yoosung is just giving Zen this look like hahaha stop looking at her or I’ll pluck out those pretty eyes of yours (⊙ ‿ ⊙)
  • when Zen backs off and leaves you two alone
  • Yoosung is proud of himself for a second but IMMEDIATELY takes his arm off of you 
  • when you look at him all confused his face is red as a tomato
  • “I-I’m sorry MC for touching you! I-I di-didn’t realize it until after he left. You just–”
  • boy is a big bag of sweetness
  • precious bean
  • after managing to calm down a bit he just holds your hand and silently gives you compliments
  • when no one was looking he kisses your shoulder  (°ㅂ°* )


  • this gelato had a lot of work to do before the trip so she planned everything out
  • both of you didn’t have anytime changing before hand so you decided to change at the beach
  • she didn’t get a chance to see the swimsuit you packed
    • even though she wanted to see it ;^;
  • once Jaehee was done changing, she came out of the bathroom in a blue and white long sleeve and blue shorts
    • she preferred more modest swimwear
  • you were having difficulties getting yours on and insisted you would be fine
  • so she waited outside for you because she is sweet and amazing Jaehee
  • to pass the time she was on her phone to answer a few messages from the rest of the RFA
  • “Alright, how do I look?”
  • Jaehee looks away from her phone and sees you in her high-waisted black shorts and red top
  • w(°o°)w
  • it kind of startled her a bit, almost dropped her phone
  • “You look cute.”
  • (ノ*°▽°*) you just got butterflies in your stomach when she said that
  • the rest of the day you can’t stop smiling and she can’t stop smiling when she looks at you


  • when you heard you were going on a beach trip you were all hype
  • the only exception was your swimwear
  • unfortunately, you ruined your favorite bikini bottom with the sunflowers on it after your period came early that month
  • now you were shopping for a new bikini 
    • that marshmallow wanted to help you but you were insistent it would be a surprise ( ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ)
  • then came the day of the trip
  • he didn’t get to see it the morning you two left because you slipped on a hoodie and shorts
  • after getting there, setting up your blanket and parasol (because Zen’s precious porcelain skin must be protected at all costs)
  • you finally took off your hoodie and shorts when got too hot
  • and holy shit Zen couldn’t take his eyes off of the orange wrap bikini you wore
  • you kept teasing him the more you caught him staring at you
    • obviously not ashamed to flirt with you in front of the RFA
  • he gets conflicted because he wants everyone to see you and be amazed by your beauty and majesty
    • but at the same time he doesn’t want anyone to look at you because you’re HIS boo
  • gets testy when he sees anyone even GLANCE towards you
    • dogs Jumin no matter what
    • Z: “Stop looking at her you beast!”
    • J: “I’m not even looking at her, I’m reading this book.”
    • “That’s what they ALL SAY!”


  • this donut was looking for swimwear for you the instant an RFA beach trip was planned
  • but you were insistent you had one and it was your favorite
  • “Do I get to see it?”
  • “Of course…later.” 
  • ( ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ) you cheeky thing you
  • unfortunately, when you went to go pull it out you forgot the last time at the beach when the strap broke and your boob almost popped out
  • so you decided to go for your backup swimsuit
    • over it, you wore a zip up jacket with some shorts
  • Jumin has asked about it in the car again
  • and at that point, you were getting a little anxious being in your swimsuit so you just smiled and hoped for the best
  • you stayed in your jacket and shorts for a while, even though it was getting hot
  • you reached your breaking point and when the donut left to go to the bathroom you took off your jacket and shorts and hot damn did that feel better
  • he approached you but froze when he saw you in your black one piece with cat face on it
    • and it was strapless!!! where’s all the support go!?
  • when you see he’s there you just get embarrassed and all red
  • But he just sat next to you with a smile and said “It was worth the wait”
  • (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) oh boy it got hotter in here
  • if anyone even looks your way, he just shoots them this death glare
  • this donut just hangs around you the rest of the day looking at you so adoringly ^^


  • this jellybean knew what you were going to wear because both of you chose matching swimsuits
    • sky blue with pink flamingos on it ^^
    • perfect for the oddballs you two are
  • it was practically all you two talked about on the messenger
  • Saeren had to mute his damn phone
  • when you two got there he was sure floored by how stunning you looked in it
    • wooooooooooo~
  • would put his hand or arm on you any chance he got
    • “Oh no MC you have some sand on your shoulder, let me get that for you”
  • while you were sitting in the sand chatting with Yoosung and Jaehee, he was trying to toss sea shells into your top
    • and after much trial and error, he managed to get one in
    • you were annoyed at first but damn he got it straight in there, you had to give him credit for that
  • he didn’t really care that much when other guys were looking at you
  • because he knew he was your number one everything 
  • but let’s not talk about that
  • let’s talk about how you reacted when you saw Seven because it was the first time you saw him shirtless and YOU were floored with how ripped he was
  • he eats like 20 bags HB chips a day, where does it all go???


  • a great way to spend your day was with the people you care about at a beach
  • besides, SOMEONE had to take the pictures
  • not everyone was there yet ;-;
  • you had informed the chat that you were going to be running a bit late
    • he was just a bit disappointed but he’s a sweetheart and understands that you’re human and has a schedule of your own
  • either way, V was taking pics of the RFA enjoying their time or just stills of the ocean or the sky
  • you finally arrived at the beach
    • finding a guy with ice blue hair was easy to spot
  • but he looked kind of busy taking a picture so you quietly approached and sat down on the blanket next to him
  • after he took a picture he heard you ask what he was taking a picture of
  • he got spook a bit 
  • but when he looked your way he could see through his good eye your high-waisted royal blue bikini with images of white flowers and lace accents
    • (//ω//)
  • this sweetheart tries to play it cool and chat with you
  • but you can see he has a light blush across his cheeks
    • from the heat or the conversation???
  • doesn’t want to be creepy so he makes sure to only take pictures of you if you were with one or more people
  • after hanging out in the ocean, you went back to V’s blanket where you took a nap
  • didn’t realize he had a crush on you until you were laying there beside him ^^


  • doesn’t want to go to the stupid RFA beach thing
    • would rather be at home napping
  • but when he hears you’re going, he SUDDENLY has a change of heart
    • S: “The beach is stupid. Why would I go just to see my skin burn to a crisp?”
    • 7: “There’s going to be ice cream!”
    • “I can have ice cream here.”
    • “MC is going to be there ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”
    • “…do you have an extra pair of swim trunks…?”
  • ice cream AND you???
  • that sounds like a dream!
  • when the twins show up at the beach, the RFA greets him
  • why do you got to be all cute in your pink floral dress???
    • why are you even wearing a dress to a damn beach???
  • he tries to be normal by hanging in the ocean or looking for seashells with Yoosung and Seven
  • he gets tired and sits down under the umbrella with you
  • eventually you bring him back ice cream
  • while you two were enjoying your treats, he notices some ice cream got on your dress!
  • when he points it out you just kind of shrugged it off 
    • luckily you had your bathing suit underneath
  • you ask him to hold onto your ice cream then you start to take off your dress!!!
    • gumdrop is screaming internally
    • w-what is she doing omg  (* ゚ ii ゚ )
  • doesn’t calm down when now all you’re wearing is your peach bikini top and shorts
  • you take your ice cream back and continue to eat it
  • boy is having an existential crisis holy shit
    • meanwhile you were screaming inside because you never expected to do something so bold
  • you’re killing this gumdrop slowly
  • finally he kind of just mutters, “Y-you look pretty…”
  • no chance you didn’t hear that perfectly so you just say, “Thanks…you look cute today”
  • omg this got out of hand but both of you were just blushing beans the rest of the day

Cephalopod eyes are fascinating. Just like us vertebrates they have camera-type eyes, a hollow liquid-filled chamber with an opening, the iris, and a lens through which light enters and is projected onto the photosensitive surface, the retina. Despite their similarities, vertebrate and cephalopod camera-type eyes have different origins and evolved independently. There are some striking differences that highlight this:

Unlike us, the photoreceptor cells of cephalopods point outwards towards the source of the light rather than inwards. This not only means the we have “inverted” retinas, it also means that cephalopods don’t have a blind spot because the nerve fibers that transmit the visual impulses from the retina to the brain collect and exit the eye behind the retina rather than in front of it. The developmental origins of the eye tissues are also different. For instance, in vertebrates the complex layers of the retina develop from nerve tissue, while the lens develops from skin tissue. In cephalopods both tissues develop from progenitor skin cells.

Cephalopods have excellent vision, and use complex visual cues to communicate with each other, camouflage themselves, and send signals to their environment. To do this they use highly adaptible pigment-filled cells in their skin called chromatophores. The capricorn night octopus (Callistoctopus alpheus) in the photo looks blue, but if it would open all its chromatophores it would turn deep red with bright white polka dots.

Photo credit: David Liittschwager, National Geographic.

Miraculous Ladybug: Trip to Disney World AU

i’ve seen this AU a ton but I wanna put my own Disney World experiences into this AU. Also I know it’s more logical for this to take place in Disneyland Paris but i don’t know anything about it so they’re going to Disney World let’s do this

*disclaimer: this is extremely long

  • So Marinette is a total Disney fanatic.
  • She has all the movies from Snow White all the way to the end of the Disney renaissance period on VHS and the rest on DVD.
  • Her family goes to Disney World every three years and they go all out.
    • I’m talking Disney bounding. i’m talking enormous collections of hats, Mickey ears, and pins. 5 filled autograph books. scrapbooks of pictures of Marinette meeting the characters. they are experts when it comes to planning a trip to Disney World.
  • So one year her parents suggest that she invites her whole class to go with them.
  • Marinette’s like “hell yeah” and the class is like “hell yeah” which means Marinette gets to be in her favorite place in the world with her friends and ADRIEN. so now Marinette is panicking because this trip needs to be absolutely perfect.

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As a creative and artistic young lady, and a prospective fashion designer, Marinette has frequently displayed her talents, and had her skills recognized several times throughout the show. Most of these are in the forms of fashion related wear, but Marinette also has a knack for illustration and handcrafting in a variety of styles and materials. This is a portfolio of items that she has designed.

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Gonna post another werewolf blurb because my prompt is taking way longer than I’d expected. *laughs, cries*

“Oh,” Howard said, delighted, as Tony ran into his office. He stood up and walked around the desk, reaching out to scoop up the pup before he fell over the paws he still hadn’t grown into. “Oh,” he repeated, a little more pained, even as the werewolf licked up the side of his face in one long swipe. Tony was getting quite large, and he wasn’t getting any younger.

He heard Obadiah sigh and cheerfully ignored it. Obadiah was no fun at all.

“What are you doing here, pup?” Howard asked, playfully scolding. “You should be visiting your mother.”

Tony licked him again, paws flailing. Oof. He was getting way too big for this.

Howard set him down on the floor and patted his head. “You just got home from school. Your mother will be worried.”

He heard Obadiah scoff and cheerfully decided to kick his ass later.

Tony wagged his tail so hard that his entire back end wiggled with it, yapping happily, before galloping out of the room. They heard a high-pitched yelp, a loud crash, and then a very long pause before the rhythmic thump of paws started again.

“‘Your mother will be worried,’” Obadiah scoffed again. “You spent the first hour after he left for school fretting about him.”

“I’m going to fire you,” Howard decided.

“Dad!” Tony exclaimed, nearly vibrating. “Dad! Mom said she wasn’t worried about me at all! She said she thought I’d do great! She said that you were worried, though!”

Howard wondered why Maria never let him get away with anything. “Oh. I see.”

Maria smirked at him. “Yes, dear.”

Tony tugged at his sleeve, staring up at him with bright eyes. “Why were you worried, Dad? I thought I fit in.”

“It’s not that I worried about you fitting in,” Howard said, face falling. “I just… Well… I think we should keep homeschooling you!”

“Dear,” Maria sighed, scowling at him.

Howard tugged Tony up into a hug. Oof, too big in this form, too. “The mansion is too quiet without him here! What’s the point of having a child if he’s not going to be underfoot?!”

“I can be underfoot more when I’m home,” Tony offered innocently, because there was no possible way he could be anymore underfoot if he tried.

Maria just gave him a long, stern look until the ten-year-old deflated under it. “You’re finally able to control your shift. You need human friends. A pack is important, but being open to outside relationships is important, too.”

Howard sighed and sat down at the table, scowling petulantly. “I like having my boy here.”

“You child,” Maria said, trying to keep the fondness out of her voice and failing. “How did it come to be that I have to deal with two pups? Especially ones prone to explosions.”

“We haven’t blown anything up recently!” Howard squawked.

Tony crawled back up into his seat at the table. It was a shame his human form was not as big as his wolf one. Then again, European wolves were typically bigger than American ones anyway. “Mom, Janet wants to know if I can come over after school on Wednesday.”

Howard raised an eyebrow. “And who is Janet?”

“Janet Van Dyne, dear,” Maria said, as if that should mean something to him. “Her father is Dr. Vernon Van Dyne.”

“Alliteration! How unfortunate.”

“You are literally the worst, Howard.”

Tony reached out for the bowl of mashed potatoes, making a happy noise when Maria pushed it closer to him. “She said she wants to make me pretty.”

Howard scowled. His son was already very pretty. He was the prettiest, smartest pup anyone could ask for.

“Do you want to be made pretty?” Maria asked, honestly curious.

Tony shrugged. “She’s bossy but she always looks nice.”

“Well, I don’t see why you shouldn’t.”

Howard whipped around to glare at her. Okay, so he knew who Vernon Van Dyne was. He did not want Tony spending time with someone who didn’t know that Tony was already perfect.

Maria just gave him an amused look. “We can’t keep him in the house forever, Howard.”

“We could,” Howard insisted, as Tony happily ate his pork and mashed potatoes.

Howard was pacing in front of the doors when they burst open. He jumped, startled.

A brunette girl a few inches shorter than Tony burst in, turning and holding her arms out with a loud, happy, “TA-DA!”

Tony was dressed in a lovely white dress with red polka-dots. Howard gaped at him, speechless.

The girl beamed at him. “Isn’t he pretty?!”

“I—uh—yes-! Yes, quite pretty,” Howard stuttered. “Do you like it, Tony?”

“I liked the one with green polka-dots better, but Janet said this one made my eyes pop,” Tony said, holding the skirt up to examine it.

Howard took a moment to be immensely relieved that his son was still wearing the briefs they’d sent him to school in.

Janet squawked. “Tony, you can’t lift up your skirt like that! You’re gonna flash people!”

“It’s just my dad,” Tony said, frowning at her in confusion. “He doesn’t care.”

“Yes, well, you should still try not to flash people,” Howard hurried to explain. “Not everyone is as open as werewolves, son. Some people would be very upset.”

“Oh,” Tony replied, dropping the skirt. “Okay.”

Janet turned to wave at him. “It was nice seeing you, Mr. Stark! I gotta go. My dad’s waiting in the car outside.”

“Oh. Well, thank you for Tony’s safe return, Janet,” Howard told her, belatedly managing a smile.

She beamed at him. “Tony’s always safe with me, Mr. Stark!”

They watched her go, then Tony pushed the door shut. “She punched Justin Hammer in the face.”

“I like her,” Howard decided, because he’d never liked the Hammers. He looked down at his son’s dress again. “Do you… like wearing dresses, Tony?”

“They’re okay,” Tony told him. “I’m gonna go talk to Jarvis.”

“If he tells you not to eat the cookie dough he’s making, you’d best listen,” Howard ordered sternly, then went to go find his wife.

Maria yelped and covered herself with her towel when Howard burst into the room. “…Howard,” she snarled, scowling.

“Tony came home wearing a dress!”

She frowned at him, confused. “…Okay?”

Howard flailed. “Is this—should I be buying him dresses? Does he want high heels, too? Or no—He can’t wear high-heels until he’s sixteen.”

Oh. Maria suddenly understood. Sighing, she let her towel drop and went back to dressing herself. “We’re werewolves, Howard. Clothing doesn’t mean much to us.”

Howard frowned, still concerned. “So I don’t have to buy him dresses?”

“Unless he specifically asks for one? No. He’s naked most of the time anyway,” she added, smiling a little. “Clothes don’t matter when you can slip into fur with barely a thought.” She looked at her husband fondly, raising an eyebrow when she noticed him rubbing his back. “Little pup’s getting too big for you to carry anymore, isn’t he?”

“He just needs to stay small forever,” Howard told her seriously, making her snort.

Smart (Peter Parker x Reader)

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You watched him silently from across the theatre. It wasn’t meant to be creepy but you couldn’t help but stare. His smile was radiant and he stood tall with confidence. Well as much confidence as a dork could have.

“Y/n” Liz called from the stage. “You’re up”

You were alarmed that the place you were to take was right next to the boy you were starting at. You made your way up to the stage awkwardly and took a seat next to the brunette.

“Alright everyone this is Y/n she’s new to decathlon let’s give her a warm welcome” Liz said starting to clap as everyone joined in.

“Hi, I’m Peter” The boy said quietly as he leaned over and shook your hand.

“Nice to meet you” You smiled as you retuned his handshake but had to turn away in a desperate attempt to hide your blush.

“Alright” Liz said holding up her question card. “Using mental math what is seven thousand nine hundred fifty-three divided by fifteen”  

You instantly hit the bell in front of you. “Five hundred thirty point two”

“That is correct. Nice work” Liz nodded at you.

“Wow you’re really smart” Peter said smiling at you.

“I saw you reaching for the bell” You said giving him a little side smirk.

“Where do you sit at lunch?” He asking ignoring your attempt to deflect the compliment.

“Oh” You laughed rather awkwardly. “I’m usually in the band room. I don’t really have anyone to sit with in the lunch room”

“Now you do” Peter said smiling at you. “I just sit with my friend Ned. We’d love to have someone else join us”

“Alright” You said tentatively. It was that damned smile you couldn’t say no to.

Practice continued with Peter telling you about himself in between questions and challenging you as to who could hit the bell first.

You were really excited for lunch the next day so you could sit next to Peter and his friend. Class ended and the day was over. You went home that night with Peter’s number and a smile on your face.

You two had texted most of the night and at the lunch the next day it was like the two of you were old friends. Ned couldn’t stop staring and you blushed when he finally admitted you were just too pretty not to stare in which Peter softly laughed.

When it came time for decathlon practice you watched as Peter talked with Mr. Harrington.

“Peter is not going” One of the girls said clearly upset.

“Really, right before nationals?” Liz said somewhat annoyed.

“It’s the Stark internship” Peter said clearly feeling guilty. “If Mr. Stark needs me I need to be here”

“Alright” Liz said. “Flash looks like you’re in for Peter”

“Oooo” He said kicking his feet up on a table. “I gotta check my calendar I have a hot date with Black Widow coming up”

“Shut up Flash” You sneered unable to help yourself.

“Excuse me” Flash said removing his feet and coming over to you.

“That’s enough” Peter said standing up and blocking Flash’s path towards you.

At the end of practice you caught up with Peter. You were really disappointed that he wasn’t going to DC with you guys. “This Stark internship keeps you pretty busy doesn’t it?” You asking now becoming super curious as to what he was doing.

Peter scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah well I’m hoping I can do more some day”

You smiled. “I wish you could come”

He gave a small sad smile. “I know me too. I’ll see you around school, I promise” He said running out the door as the bell rang.

The next couple days blurred together for you in anticipation for nationals in DC. Peter seemed really distracted and you didn’t see him too much.

The day came for nationals and as you were boarding the bus Peter ran over. You watched from the side of the bus as his jacket was returned from Flash and he boarded the bus.

“Look who decided to join us” You said poking him. To your surprise he was extremely muscled and you pulled away because the bush was creeping into your cheeks again.

“Yeah well I think this trip will be important” He said looking over at Ned.

On the way there you sat next to Peter while you guys practiced. Suddenly his phone rang and he excused himself and joined Ned in the back of the bus. What was up with him?

When you arrived at the hotel you were all assigned to your rooms and you ended up with Liz. At around midnight she poked you and you pulled your headphones out. “Come on we’re all going to go swimming”

You chuckled and changed into your red and white polka-dot bathing suit. You and Liz both snuck out your door as quiet as possible and rounded up the others.

On your way to the pool you passed Peter. “Hey are you coming? We’re going swimming”

“Oh” Peter said looking startled. “I was actually going to do some studying”

“Really” You scoffed. “I’ll come with you. I really don’t want to swim anyway”

“No” Peter basically yelled. “I mean, no, I want you to have fun and you’re so smart you don’t need to study” He said wavering at his own words.

He was dressed rather funny in a hoodie with a huge backpack. What was he up to? “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” You asked one more time wishing he’d change his mind.

“I’m sure” He nodded seeming disappointed at his own answer. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the decathlon” He said squeezing your hand and walking away.

“See you” You breathed softly.

You walked down to the pool and joined the rest of the team. As you sunk down into the hot tub you realized something. You loved Peter, you really did. He just seemed so distant lately. Maybe he wasn’t interested in you at all.

You pushed your thoughts from your mind and decided to enjoy the rest of the night. After everyone was done you all tucked in for the night.

The next morning you were banging on Peter and Ned’s door. “Guys come on we’re gonna be late”

“Ummm coming” Ned said in an oddly panicked voice. He quickly flung the door open.

“Where’s Peter?” You asked trying to get a look behind Ned.

“Uh he doesn’t feel good” He said slamming the door shut.

“Maybe I should check on him” You said reaching for the handle.

“No it’s ok” Ned said frantically pulling your arm away. “He’s sleeping now”

You were silent for a long time with a scowl on your face. “Alright fine” You huffed. “Let’s go”

The ride there was fairly quiet. Everyone was nervous, but Ned seemed the most nervous of all. Why wasn’t Peter here? Feeling a little sick couldn’t stop Peter Parker. Right?

Upon entering the decathlon the check in desk collected your phones. Then you all filed on stage and took your places. The decathlon went on for about an hour and a half. Then finally it came down to the last question.

The bell from your team rang almost instantly after the question asked and Michelle spoke up. “Zero” She said with a shrug.

“That’s correct” The announcer said and you all burst into joy.

As a reward Mr. Harrington said you could all visit the Washington Monument. You and Ned entered the huge building with Liz close behind.

“Peter where are you?” Ned asked into his phone.

“Is that Peter?” You asked getting closer to Ned and attempting to grab the phone.

“Phone on the conveyer belt please” The security guard said as Ned tossed it on the belt along with his backpack.

By the time the phone had come back through Peter’s call had been disconnected. The ride up the elevator was pretty boring. The tour guide made it even worse.

All of a sudden something exploded and the elevator stopped working. “Look at the ceiling” One of the kids exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, we’re perfectly safe and our emergency protocols are still in place” The tour guide said in an anything but comforting voice.

Some security guards managed to get the top hatch open as well as the closest level’s doors. The team slowly started to file up and out. Flash was the last one out before the elevator began to shake and fall.

You and Liz clung to each other and screamed and Mr. Harrington and Ned backed themselves up against the walls. All of a sudden the elevator was stopped and Spider-Man dropped down bracing the elevator with his feet.

“Everybody ok?” He asked as he started to pull you all up slowly.

When you reached the open door Ned was pulled out, then Mr. Harrington stepped out extending his hand to you two girls.

“Go on” You urged Liz and helped her up.

Suddenly the elevator started to shake again and Spider-Man’s webbing snapped sending you plummeting down.

“Y/n, no!” Spider-Man yelled as he extended his arm and webbed your hand leaving you suspended in mid air.

Your breath hitched as he caught you. You were terrified but something about him let you know it would be ok.

He slowly lifted you up and into his arms. Before he set you down on the level he clung tightly to you almost as if he was hugging you.

He finally set you down on the platform and Ned pulled you back. He hung there for a moment and looked directly at you. “Are you ok?”

You nodded silently. Then yet again his webbing snapped and down he fell.

“Are you really friends with Peter Parker” Flash yelled down the now destroyed elevator shaft.

“Are you ok?” Ned asked you somewhat freaking out.

“Yeah, I’m fine” You nodded still in a bit of a daze from the whole ordeal.

Moments later paramedics rushed in and insisted on taking you and some of the others to the hospital just to be checked out. Though things were crazy and moved by in a blur, one thing stood out: Spider-Man called you by your name.

When you got back to the hotel it was night. Without hesitation the first thing you did was go right to Peter and Ned’s room. Without knocking you opened the door.

Ned was startled and laying in bed. Confirming your suspicions Peter was not there. “Ned what do you know”

“About what?” He asked jumping out of bed and backing up against the wall.

“Spider-Man. I know it’s Peter. It has to be Peter” You said starting to pace back and forth. “He wasn’t at the decathlon, he disappeared last night, he’s always busy….he knew my name” You said stopping and looking at Ned who still remained shocked and silent against the wall. “Ned” You said getting closer to him. “Is Peter Spider-Man?”

“I am” The voice from the doorway called out. You jumped and turned around meeting Peter’s chocolate brown eyes. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. Was he mad? Relieved? Afraid? Peter shut the door gently.

“I didn’t tell her anything” Ned said defensively.

Peter’s face finally cracked into a smile. “It’s ok Ned”

“So he knew” You said throwing your hands up in the air. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been so worried about you! Just a small heads up so I didn’t have to worry. Why didn’t you just tell me, that way…..”

“Because I love you” Peter finally burst out, talking over you.

“What?” You asked stopping mid sentence. You could feel your heart racing.

Without hesitation Peter lunged forward and grabbed your waist pressing his lips against yours. They were warm, soft, but slightly chapped. His grip was tight on you but you felt safe.

“Um should I leave?” Ned interrupted your kiss.

“Sorry Ned” You said laughing resting your head on Peter’s shoulder.

“Was that ok?” Peter asked suddenly very nervous.

“Yes” You nodded. “I love you too”  

He grinned but then his smile dropped and he paced away from you. “I wanted to tell you, I really did. It’s just that I care about you so much and I thought if I told you that it would put you in danger. Ned found out on accident” He added shaking his head and Ned grinned sheepishly.

“I understand” You nodded. “But honestly I’m glad I know now”

“Me too” Peter nodded. “Because I’m going to need your help”

That’s How Easy Love Can Be

Summary: An alphabetical journey of Phil’s 26 favourite things about Dan–along with a special surprise at the end–may just make Dan’s 26th birthday his best one yet.

Word Count: 6.3k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: existential crisis (but it’s super tiny), swearing

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAN!!! I hope he’s having the best day with lots of food and plenty of love from Phil, he truly deserves it. I think 26 will bring some really great things for him and I honestly can’t wait to see what this next year will bring. I hope you enjoy!!

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Hogwarts Houses as Tour de France Jerseys
  • for anon (thank you for getting me to learn!)
  • Gryffindor: Green- the sprinter's jersey
  • Slytherin: Yellow (with a red number)- the overall winner, and the most combative
  • Ravenclaw: White- the fastest rider under 25
  • Hufflepuff: White with red polka dots (with their number on a yellow background)- the King of the Mountains jersey, and the best team
Birthday Boy

Request: Bucky Barnes sub and dom reader one shot plz? That sounds rlly hot. What do you think? ;) - @rogue–rebel

Triggers: fluff, smut, unprotected sex, Dom!reader, spanking, oral sex (receiving)

Word Count: 4000+

A/N: Thank you for the request, I saw thing and thought birthday smut!! happy 100th to my favourite baby boy. I kinda got carried away with it.

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100 years old is a big deal, most people don’t reach it. And the people who do are usually in hospital, unable to move. There are those few people who run marathons till they’re well over their prime age. But there was only one Bucky Barnes. And in a few days he turned 100 years old and was still in his prime years.

The two of you had been together for just under a year and this was the first birthday of his you would celebrate together. Since it was such a big deal - being both the first and the 100th - you needed to make it perfect.

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