sam is happy now

Don’t Blame It On Me

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Summary: Sam saved the reader’s life and keeps in touch with her throughout the years
Word Count: 4333
Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst
A/N: Written for @ilostmyshoe-79‘s 20K fic Challenge. Based on the song prompt Wild Heart by Stevie Nicks. This idea just came to me and I couldn’t get it out of my head. Wrote more angst than I anticipated, oopsie.


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You eventually blamed yourself.

If only you didn’t have a stubborn dreamlike hope in your heart.
If only you moved on like any sensible person would.
If only you never answered your phone.

But they were your life choices and through it all you’d do it all over again.

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inkandowl  asked:

OhohohohOHOHOHO shatt and "things you said when you thought I was asleep"

(writing prompts!!)

(woah ok i actually liked how this turned out so i posted it onto the ao3 as well)

Purple was a color that burned.

It coated the universe in shades of fire, licking at Shiro’s heels whenever he was lead through the corridors of a Galra ship. Embers danced in the dimly lit hallways, and smoke clung to his body in the choppy fabric of the prisoners’ uniform. Purple lingered everywhere he looked, and burned an endless circle around his mind, a white-hot contrast to the dark black silence of space.

It scorched his eyelids when he tried to sleep that night.

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-Carter? -Sir?

Who am I now? (Part49)

Summary: Tony gives a charity party. On the way to the party.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: geeky/nerdy reader, language in general, some angst and some fluff, a little bit of social anxiety, this is all… I think.

Notes: As always, the italic parts are the reader’s thoughts. I would appreciate any feedback.

Word count: 1799

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

—Tonight there’s going to be a charity party at the ex-Avengers tower in New York City, some of you have to come. — Tony declaims at breakfast.

A choir of ‘not me’ raises from the whole kitchen. Tony continues as if nothing has happened.

—Nat, Wanda, Bruce and Vision you are justified as you have come back from a mission just last night. Barnes you have to come, no excuses. Since you have joined the Avengers you haven’t shown up neither to one of these parties; people have to see that you can behave like an human, and not just a good fighter, otherwise soon or later we’ll have once again problems with your position.

Bucky grunts displeased but nods. Tony points at you.

—You have to come as well, kid.

—Why? People don’t even know that I exist. And you know that I’m not the kind for parties. — you retort.

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