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“Carnations” (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?

many thanks to the phenomenal @buckyywiththegoodhair for beta-reading! you witty, pliable, sun goddess with beautiful curls - i adore you!

a/n: i loved reading all of your theories and comments! that said, i’m waaaaay too predictable ;) -j. x

“Carnations” (Masterlist)

Maybe your head is unable to function after the many hours of crying into your pillow or maybe your heart is burnt out from the tsunami of emotions. For some reason, all words and social etiquette have escaped you, and you’re left dumbly staring at the blonde standing in front of you.

“Hey, (Y/N). Uh, we’ve never met in person, but my name is Sharon Carter.”

Ah – this is blonde girl who asked if you were okay right before you sprinted out of the Student Gov office. Your manners snap back into place and you hold out a hand. “Sorry I’m a little out of right now. You’re on Student Gov, right?”

“Yes. I’m the VP of External Affairs. I work closely with Steve.”

Steve’s betrayal is still very raw, your lungs feel like they’re going to collapse at the sound of his name. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not really in the mood to socialize,” you say, your voice low and strangled.

“Wait!” Sharon draws in a breath before letting it rush out. “Dot was lying about the carnations. Steve wasn’t playing a cruel joke, because he never sent the flowers to you.”

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Bouquets and Clichés

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Amidst the champagne, bad food, and terrible bridesmaid dresses could lie the start of a very good love story.

Warning: omg this is the 2nd most cliché thing I’ve ever written

“Y/N! There you are!” Wanda sidles up to you, hands delicately clutching the bottom of her dress so she doesn’t step on it. “We’re having a hairspray crisis.”

You just laugh, adding the finishing touch to your makeup. “There’s another can in my bag. Seriously, though, how much hairspray can four women go through in one day?”

Wanda spills out all the contents of your bag looking for the extra hairspray. She finally finds it and lets out a victory cry, rushing back into the other dressing area. You follow her, laughing to yourself. There’s already a cloud of hairspray forming from where Wanda is attacking Sharon’s hair with it.

Your heart lights up with happiness when you see Natasha. You can’t remember a time when she’s ever glowed this much. Her red hair is perfectly curled, and her ivory dress is impeccable. The skirt hugs to her frame, showing off her physique. The front comes around in a halter neck but her back is left bare. It’s the most beautiful you’ve ever seen your friend, and you couldn’t be happier for her.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt 2 with Pietro x reader please ☺️😘

2. “SO… you think I’m hot?”- Pietro Maximoff

Drinking with the girls was like an after mission tradition. You, Nat, Wanda, Sharon, Maria, and occasionally Pepper, would go to your favourite bar, The Clover Club, and get absolutely wasted. It may not have been the healthiest way to deal with some of the horrors you all saw, but it seemed to work out okay. The only problem was, you seemed to have a ridiculously low tolerance compared to the others. Natasha and Maria could drink any of you under the table, Wanda and Pepper didn’t really drink all that much, and only Sharon seemed to be on the same level as you. Usually you held back a bit, or got a lift back when one of the guys came to pick up the others. However, this time, you’d had a particularly bad mission and really didn’t feel like going back to the compound. So you passed on the lift with Rhodey when he came to get Maria and Pepper, passed on the lift with Sam and Steve when they picked up Wanda and Sharon, and finally passed on the lift with Clint when he came to get Natasha. You were too busy brooding at the bar to even consider how much alcohol you’d consumed, and all that combined left you seeing double as you tried to push yourself to your feet at approximately 3 am. Slumping back down into the seat, you called the one person you knew would be able to come and get you at such a late hour.

“Prinţesă?” The familiar voice of your best friend sounded next to you. “Piety!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms up in the air as you almost tipped off the back of your seat. Chuckling, Pietro wrapped his arm around your waist and held you up. “Let’s get you home dragă.” Pietro cooed, bright blue eyes peering down at you as he helped you out of your seat and through the bar. “You’re so pretty.” You cooed as he helped you into his car, giggling as you poked his stubbled cheek. Cocking an eyebrow, Pietro just chuckled at your slurred speech, before shutting the door and jogging to the drivers side. “You must be the HOTTEST guy in the WHOLE woooorld…” You giggled, lolling your head to the side to look up at Pietro’s smiling face. “Thankyou dragoste.” He chuckled. After a short drive you and Pietro arrived back at the compound, he carried you up to your room and lay you in your bed. Curling up against your pillow, you were out like a light.

The next morning, you awoke to a pounding headache and the feel of a heartbeat against your temple. “Huh?” You muttered groggily, pushing yourself up slightly. “Good morning.” Pietro’s voice chuckled, arm wrapping around your middle. “Uh, what happened last night?” You moaned, letting yourself fall back against his chest. “Mmm nothing much.” He breathed, letting his hand stroke up your side affectionately. “So I didn’t do anything stupid?” You sighed happily, letting yourself roll onto the bed. “No, nothing stupid.” Pietro smirked, folding his arms behind his head. “SO… you think I’m hot?” He chuckled after a few minutes of silence, causing you to turn bright red before hitting him with a pillow and fleeing the room to the sounds of his laughter.

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when Steve and Sharon kiss in CW

Originally posted by magandaxgigi

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Actress and activist Anna “Patty” Duke has passed away at the age of 69. Her career began in the late-1950’s and as a child she won an Academy Award for her role as Helen Keller in The Miracle Worker. From 1963-1966 she starred in her own television sitcom. Outside of acting, she also had a successful recording career. Both her career and personal life were tumultuous, due in part to an undiagnosed bipolar disorder. The diagnosis came in 1982 , and five years later she wrote about it candidly in her autobiography, Call Me Anna. Much of her life since the 1980’s was devoted to educating the public about mental illness, as well as providing support for those suffering from mental illness.

She is perhaps best known to fans of Sharon Tate as Neely O'Hara in 1967’s Valley of The Dolls. The two women became friends during the production, and would remain friends for the rest of Sharon’s life. Ms. Duke attended the February 1968 Los Angeles wedding reception for Sharon and Roman Polanski, and would often socialize with Sharon when their busy schedules allowed it. In 1968 Sharon and Roman moved into Duke’s house on Summitridge Drive. Sources claim that the couple had wanted to buy the home from Duke, who was happy to sell, but her then-husband raised the price which angered Polanski, and the couple moved out. Even though the sale of the house fell through, the friendship between the women remained.

Some of the kindest words about Sharon were said by Ms. Duke, and I along with many other fans, thank her for them.

She was a great woman who accomplished a great amount of good in her 69 years. She will truly be missed.

–K

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MCU Legacies: In the 1950s four different women from different agencies and political backgrounds, Peggy Carter, Regina Temple, Lian Qin-May, and Rebecca Valentine, uncovered something much larger than they could imagine. Brought together with one Inhuman and one Asguardian, they went rouge and pulled off an off-the-books secret op to save the universe that they would take to their graves.

Fast forward some 60+ years later, Sharon Carter while on the run discovers that there was far more to Aunt Peggy that she even knew about. Claire Temple uncovers a deep family secret. And when Sif comes back with a friend asking for Lian and Jiaying, Melinda and Daisy realise that they’re connected in more ways than one. Joined by Dr. Alicia Valentine and her sister Agent Sonya Diaz, and former Agent Barbara Morse, these women come together to save the universe, again. All while Claire deals with the secret her mother kept, Daisy deals with her mother not being dead, and Melinda is still grieving over the loss of her husband Andrew Garner.

The Interview: Part 4 - Bucky x Reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Plot: It’s date night! But before the date starts, the reader overhears some information that might make things a little tense between herself and Bucky.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 2396
Warnings: None

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Reader POV

Fridays around the office were, for the most part, easy going. You had the chance to start winding down after a crazy week of finishing up whatever project Tony needed you to do, or after finishing an intense article, giving you a chance to look forward to the coming weekend.

Today though, you find yourself staring at the clock, wondering how it could possibly go any slower than it seems to be. It’s only two in the afternoon but you’ve convinced yourself that time is against you today. Your date with Bucky is tonight, and you can’t help but feel excited and… slightly nauseous.

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Coffee and Art

For the anon who requested something with Hotch

“Um sir? Hey!” You call chasing after the dark haired man. Not knowing his name on a busy morning street isn’t helping. His name, oh! His cup! You spin it and find the hastily scrawled name. “Aaron!” You call and sure enough he turns around and his eyes meet yours in confusion. Hurrying through the crowd you reach him. He’s a handsome man. He has these intense hazel eyes that you can tell have seen shit but are still looking for the good in the world.
“I-I think you took my coffee.” You say quietly, suddenly a bit overwhelmed by how close you’re standing to him. Men like him don’t typically see you and you’ve got a feeling that this particular man doesn’t miss much.
“I’m sorry, what?” He asks and his voice is rich, like what you think dark chocolate would sound like if it had a voice.
“I’m pretty sure our coffees got mixed up. Unless your name is Sharon. Then I spent three blocks chasing down the wrong guy like an idiot.” You say gesturing at your name on the cup in his hand with the one in yours. He turns it and you see the surprise on his face.
“No. My name isn’t Sharon.” He passes you the cup and you give him his.
“You didn’t drink out of it did you?” You ask peering at the lid.
“No.” He’s staring at your hand for some weird reason. Oh yea, you’ve got paint along all of your fingernails. “Did you drink mine?”
“If I say yes will you let me get you another one sometime?” You flirt, where the hell did that come from? To your relief he laughs softly.
“Only if you’d let me buy. It was my fault.”
“Same time tomorrow?”
“As long as work doesn’t take me out of town. Here.” He digs a business card out of his briefcase. You didn’t expect it to say FBI. He doesn’t seem the type. “Text my cell so I can get your number. I’ll let you know if things change. Otherwise I’ll see you there.”
“Sounds good.” You smile softly up at him, God he’s handsome. “Hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles at you then you turn away and start for the studio.
“Oh and Sharon?” You turn back to him, “I loved ‘A DC Night’. I’ve never quite been able to see the beauty of the bustle of night in this city like that.”
“Oh. Wow. Thank you. If you’ve got time sometime I could show you what’s next in the collection.” You’re truly touched. You don’t expect that many FBI agents know who you are or your work. Although his card did say Behavioral Analysis Unit on it.
“I’d love that.” He smiles then you nod your head and turn away from him for the second time. This time he doesn’t stop you but you feel his eyes on you for a while. When you next glance over your shoulder he’s gone but his business card is wrapped firmly between your fingers. You’ll be damned if you let go of it before you text him.
Your assistant was never going to believe this.

Unwrapped

Tony x Reader Christmas Oneshot

Summary – You and Tony sneak into the common room to open the presents you bought for one another before the other Avengers wake up.

Warnings – A couple of curse words, some nudity, and tons of Christmas fluff!

Word Count – 1,668

Notes – This fic is my Secret Santa gift to @jennareedus! Merry Christmas sweetie, I hope this helps to brighten your day!

**Special tags: @marvel-ash @oneshot-shit  Thank you so much for putting this together!

**Thank you Anika @avengerofyourheart for helping me come up with a name for this one!!  You’re the best!

Masterlist

Christmas Fic Masterlist

Originally posted by unknown-99


You had been sleeping peacefully.  That is until your boyfriend decided that you needed to wake up at 4am on Christmas morning.

“Tony,” you muttered as you glanced at the clock on the nightstand.  “The tower had better be under attack for you to dare waking me up this early.”

“(Y/N),” he pleaded as he started nuzzling your neck.  “It’s Christmas!  Don’t you want to see what I got you?”

You couldn’t help but start laughing as his goatee tickled the back of your neck.  “Fine.  You’re not going to give up until I get up anyway.”

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In Sickness (Shalaska) - Nymph

A/N: couple thousand words of trash for your consideration. I appear to have been bitten by the writing bug again (it’s been a while, I’ve a lot to get out of my head and onto a page), and so the fics are just pouring out. Take that mental image. This is essentially garbage, but it’s cute Alaska getting sick and Sharon looking after her garbage. Worthless but fun! Next time I’ll actually write something worth reading. Now that’s a novel idea.

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Twenty

This is my submission for Week 1 of the MC Hiatus Challenge. The prompt was “When You Say Nothing At All.” This story is based on this headcannon that I have about Andy, as well as how I’d imagine Sharon might acknowledge his reaching twenty years of sobriety, which should be coming up sometime this year.

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