wilson the only person in the world who loves you more than house is me

my name is Stanley Almodovar III
i carry the name of my father and his father before me
i’m twenty-three years young
i dyed my hair saturday but no one got to see it sunday morning
my name is Amanda Alvear
i am twenty-five years young
people know me as a pharmacy tech, the girl who lost almost two hundred pounds, the girl who takes too many selfies
but the only place i was truly myself was where i was that night
my name is Oscar Aracena
i am twenty-six years young
i’m a student at Valencia College
i was so close to getting my degree… so close
my name is Rodolfo Ayala-Ayala
i am thirty-three years young
i am a supervisor at the OneBlood donation center
i never did know if my job was the one who tried to save my life
my name is Capt. Antonio Davon Brown of the U.S. Army Reserve
i am thirty years young
i almost have my doctorate degree of management in organizational leadership
almost
my name is Darryl Roman Burt II
i am twenty-nine years young
i just received my master’s degree in Human Resources Management
tonight, i was celebrating
mi llamo Jonathan Camuy
soy es veinticuatro anos
trabajo en una cadena de televisión española
realmente estaba deseando volver a trabajar el lunes
my name is Angel Luis Candelario-Padro
i am twenty-eight years young
soon, i will be an ophthalmic technician
i cannot wait to begin my new job in a few days
my name is Omar Capo
i am twenty years young
i love to dance
i always said i wanted to die doing what i loved
my name is Simon Carrillo
i am thirty-one years young
my partner and i just came home from a little getaway to Niagara Falls
i was really looking forward to our next vacation together
my name is Luis Daniel Conde
i am thirty-nine years young
my best friend is  Juan Pablo Rivera Velazquez
he’s been by my side since high school
my name is  Juan Pablo Rivera Velazquez
i am twenty-two years young
my best friend is  Luis Daniel Conde
seems only fitting we left this world together
my name is Cory James Connell
i am twenty-one years young
my brother is getting married this fall and i am to be his best man
don’t tell him but i have no idea what to say in my speech
my name is Tevin Eugene Crosby
i am twenty-five years young
i am the owner of a marketing firm, Total Entrepreneurs Concepts
hard work truly does pay off; i can’t wait to share my latest meme with all of my facebook friends when i get home tonight
my name is Anthony Luis Laureano Disla
i am twenty-five years young
i love to dance, i want to be a dancer
tonight, i want to go dancing with my friends
my name is Deonka Deidra Drayton
i am thirty-two years young
for the first time in a long time, i can finally, confidently, say
that i am happy
my name is Leroy Valentin Fernandez
i am twenty-five years young
i love to sing
no matter what happens in life, no one will ever take my voice away from me
my name is Mercedez Marisol Flores
i am twenty-six years young
i am studying literature at Valencia College’s West Campus but my true passion is party planning
i’ve been thinking about switching majors
my name is Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz
i am twenty-two years young
all i want to do is make people smile
i’ve always thought that laughter could cure anything
my name is Paul Terrell Henry
i am forty-young years young
i am the proud father of two amazing kids and i have the most magnificent boyfriend
i cannot thank god enough for all of my blessing
my name is Frankie Hernandez
i am twenty-seven years young
i have a little sister, she’s one of my best friends
i cannot wait to see the person she becomes when she grows up
my name is Miguel Angel Honorato
i am thirty years young
i have three sons who i love more than life itself
i hope they will enjoy what i have planned for the next birthday party
my name is Jimmy De Jesús
i am fifty years young
i love my job but i am so thankful i have tomorrow off
i plan on having a good time tonight
my name is Javier Jorge-Reyes
i am forty years young
i am so, so proud of who i am
no one can take that away from me
my name is Jason Josaphat
i am nineteen years young
i love life, i love my life
and it’s only just begun
my name is Eddie Justice
i am thirty years young
i have a huge family, but i am a mama’s boy at heart
i always make sure to text my mom everyday
my name is Christopher Leinonen
i am thirty-two years young
i am madly in love with my boyfriend, Juan Guerrero
i cannot wait to see what the future has in store for the two of us
my name is Juan Guerrero
i am twenty-five years young
i am madly in love with my boyfriend, Christopher Leinonen
after a long week at work, i just want to unwind with my love tonight
my name is Alejandro Martinez
i am twenty-one years young
i have only been living in Florida for two years
but i have always met so many kind people here; that must be why it is called the “sunshine state”
my name is Brenda Lee Marquez-McCool
i am forty-nine years young
i beat cancer twice
and i have never felt more alive
my name is Gilberto Ramon Silva Menendez
i am twenty-five years young
i am studying health care management at the Ana G. Mendez University’s Orlando campus
all i want to do is help people
my name is Kimberly Morris, but you can call me ‘KJ’
i am thirty-seven years young
i moved to Florida to be closer to my mother and grandmother
i love my job as a bouncer at Pulse Nightclub
my name is Akyra Murray
i am eighteen years young
i just graduated from West Catholic Preparatory High School
my name is Geraldo Ortiz-Jimenez, but you can call me Drake
i am twenty-five years young
i love Selena Gomez
i hope to meet her one day
Joel Rayon Paniagua
i am thirty-one years young
i love dancing
i am going to meet my friends for a night of dancing
my name is Jean Carlos Mendez Perez
i am thirty-five years young
not to brag, but i am the best salesperson Perfumania
you can ask Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon
my name is Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon
i am thirty-seven years young
growing up wasn’t easy but i can finally say that i am comfortable in my own skin
and i am lucky enough to have Jean Carlos Mendez Perez by my side through it all
my name is Enrique L. Rios
i am twenty-five years young
i am from New York
but i came to Florida to celebrate my friend’s birthday
my name is Eric Ivan Ortiz Rivera
i am thirty-six years young
i don’t really like clubs
but it’s for a friend, so tonight, i will go
my name is Xavier Emmanuel Serrano
i am thirty-five years young
i have a five year old son who is my entire world
i just hope i will raise him to be a genuine and compassionate person
my name is Christopher Sanfeliz
i am twenty-four years young
i am a personal banker at J.P. Morgan Chase bank
i am very thankful to have Sundays off, especially tonight
my name is Yilmary Rodriguez Solivan
i am twenty-four years young
i am a proud mom and wife
my youngest baby is three months old
my name is Jean Carlos Nieves Rodriguez
i am twenty-seven years young
i just brought my first house
i just want my mom to live somewhere nice
my name is Edward Sotomayor Jr.
i was named after my father
i am thirty-four years young
i love my boyfriend and i love adventure
my name is Shane Tomlinson
i am thirty-three years young
i am the lead singer in a band
i love to bring music to the lives of others
my name is Martin Benitez Torres
i am thirty-three years young
last month, i enrolled in college
i hope to be a pharmacy tech
my name is Juan Rivera Velazquez
i am thirty-nine years young
i love being a hair stylist
 i love making people feel beautiful
my name Luis Vielma
i am twenty-two years young
i love my job, especially working on the Harry Potter ride at Universal
but one day i really want to become an EMT
my name is Jerald Arthur Wright
i am thirty-one years young
i have a huge family, both biological and my coworkers 
tonight i am celebrating my friend’s birthday
—  say their names
(cc, 2017)
Sundays with Spideypool #10

SUNDAYS WITH SPIDEYPOOL MASTERLIST HERE

For @bi-llytheplatypus who requested Deadpool comforting lonely Peter.

(This takes place after The Amazing Spiderman Two– lets assume Gwen didn’t actually die and that she got on the plane and left for Oxford)

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Peter didn’t know how long he had been sitting on the rooftop staring out into the distance, but it was getting cold and he should probably be on patrol, or at the very least inside where he wouldn’t die of hypothermia.

But he couldn’t seem to make himself move, even hours after the plane had taken off from the airport and set off for England, carrying the girl he loved and quite possibly his entire world away from him towards a better life.

A better life that didn’t involve Spiderman.

Peter couldn’t blame her. Wanted to hate her but definitely couldn’t do that. Wanted to scream out loud at how awful it all was, wanted to tear buildings down in his grief, wanting to wrap his arms around her and beg her to stay, but he had already told her to go.

So here he sat. Freezing and alone and too numb clear to his soul to care about it.

“Kid, what the fuck are you doing out here?”  A deep voice, familiar and not in an all together unwelcome way, and Deadpool plopped down next to him. “It’s like three am, do your parents know where you are?”

Peter smiled a little, because he had forgotten he wasn’t wearing his suit, and all Wade saw was some college kid way too high on a building at a sketchy time of night wearing a t shirt and staring at the airport.

“Hey, Pool.” Peter kept his voice quiet, but let it stay at it’s usual pitch, not lowering it like he did when he was behind the mask. “Shouldn’t you be out fighting with Spider-man or something?”

“Spandex-man can wait. Seriously what are you doing out here so late? This isn’t safe.” Deadpool shook his head. “This might be terrible for my reputation as a total bad ass, but let me walk you home cuz a pretty thing like you is gonna get mugged or kidnapped or just fall right the fuck off this building and die which would be a damn shame. Honestly kid, what are you doing up here?”

“My girlfriend just left. Her name is Gwen and she left me and I– I don’t know what to do.” Peter whispered, and he hated so much that tears came to his eyes, but it was all still so raw and at least when he was Spidey, Deadpool was one of his closest friends and having him so close was wreaking havoc on his emotional stability. “She just got on a plane and left and needed a life without me and I didn’t want to stop her. Well I did, but I couldn’t. She deserves more than what I can give her and now she’s gone and–” tears for real then, and Peter drew his knees up to his chest and dropped his head into them to try and hide.

“Hey. Hey come on.” Wade slung a big arm around his shoulders and tugged him close. “Don’t be freaked out, I’m just trying to be nice. Come here.”

Peter probably should have pulled away, because that’s what a normal kid would have done if a mercenary with katanas strapped to his back and a mask on tried to hold him– but Peter wasn’t a normal kid, and Wade had held Spidey more than once and stitched him back together, so this wasn’t all that different, was it?

So he leaned into Wade’s chest and wrapped his arms around his waist and cried until he just couldn’t anymore, and Wade held him the entire time, petting at his hair and cuddling him closer and closer until Peter was practically sitting on his lap but neither one of them made any effort to move away, so Peter just cried some more.

“Look, I’m real sorry about your girl.” Wade finally said when Peter’s sobs had turned into hiccups. “But you’re young, you know? And obviously you know it’s for the best that she leaves, which tells me that you honestly love her, because that’s what it’s about, you know? Making sure that she has what she wants, and the things that will make her life better, and if you don’t make her life better then—-” a shrug, and Peter nodded in agreement.

“But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Don’t mean that you aren’t thinking about throwing yourself off this building cuz sometimes when it hurts this much that seems like the only way out, but it’s not. I promise. You gotta stand up and keep right on going, and I’m not saying it’s gonna stop hurting because let me tell ya, when my girl left me I thought I wouldn’t get past it, and it didn’t seem like life was even worth it, but it was and eventually I could see that.”

“I still sorta startle when I see someone who looks like her, or I hear a song and am a goddamn mess, and some days I want to stay home and eat all my sad away, so that’s what I do. No one says you gotta cope all at once, but you do have to cope. Alright?”

“Yeah.” Peter scrubbed at his face and leaned away. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“And baby boy.” Peter’s eyes widened at the nickname, and widened even more when Wade reached out and cupped his jaw. “Next time you need to just fucking cry because life sucks, why don’t you just call me and I’ll come over? You don’t gotta make me hunt all over the goddamn city for you huh?”

“What– you know it–”

“You called me Pool.” Wade tucked him close again. “And the only person in the world who does that wears Spandex and flings webs. Also you came right to me when I grabbed you and who does that? Honestly Spidey? What college kid trusts a man in a mask to hold him on a rooftop. You could at least try to act like you don’t know me.”

“Oh.” Peter probably should have been upset but he wasn’t, he just burrowed closer. “I left snot on your suit.”

“You’re disgusting.” Wade said calmly, running a hand down his back. “I’m real sorry about Gwen, Spidey. I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend, but it does make sense now why you have turned down all my attempts to get at that booty.”

“Wade.” Peter complained but he grinned and Wade hugged him briefly before standing to his feet and dumping Peter off his lap unceremoniously.

“Now. You still got a city to save, right? Spandex up and let’s get going. I’m not saying you have to cope with all this right now, but we’ve had a nice girly moment and now you need to remember that the world is still turning.”

“Thanks Wade.” Peter nodded. “I um– thank you.”

“I got your back, Spidey.” Wade winked– or his mask did, which would never cease to creep Peter out– and turned around, hiding his face. “I won’t look. Strip down and suit up and lets go.”  

Peter hugged Wade one more time after he had his mask on, and Wade held him tight for just a minute before shoving him away, muttering something about his reputation and chick flick moments and ridiculous children wearing masks and how far the airport was from his house. ‘

Peter sent one last look at the airport, and headed out on patrol.

The world was going to keep turning. 

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dude imagine the loser’s club as mutants from xavier’s school

(All under cut)

Rich: he’d so be quicksilver, look at Evan Peters’ quicksilver and tell me that isn’t richie,,,he’d have shitty silver curls that’d look ridiculous and would wear band tees and converse that would constantly be replaced cause he has adhd and s p r i n t s without realizing it. Whenever he gets excited all his movements are sped up and eds has to constantly remind him to slow down. He’s always late to everything (somehow) but he’s the smartest in the class. He loves it when wade visits the school and likes messing with him

Bill: so bill has this insane ability to remember every detail occurring in his surroundings and is able to transmit information to other people by touching them. It’s fucking amazing. Because of his memory he can tell such amazing stories and remember those he has read. The younger kids at school always gather around him while he tells them. He can bring forth certain memories in other people and uses this to his advantage in combat as well as helping the kids understand the stories better.

Stan: he has fucking wings okay he is Angel, except his wings are like a barn owl. Usually he can’t sleep at night, and just stays up playing with bill’s hair while he sleeps. He takes a bunch of naps during the day (bill just shares his memory of the lecture with him when this happens). He barely weighs anything but is strong as all hell

Bev: she has pyrokinetic abilities that were super hard to control when she was younger, her dad would scream at her for accidentally burning things, and the more worked up she got the harder it was to control. One night she couldn’t take it anymore and got so angry she almost burned her house down. Xavier found her after hearing about a pyromaniac child in Maine

Eddie: has self healing abilities and, after lots of practice, learned to heal others. Richie always gets blisters from so much running and Eddie just shakes his head and fixes him up every day. He also helps bev stay calm by regulating her body heat, and he and richie always have to help her to calm down (eddie won’t get hurt, and richie thinks he’s helping by fanning her at the speed of sound). He’s impossible to hurt in combat because as soon as anything painful is inflicted it disappears. Only downside to this dude is that he’s 5’3” (also kind of helps, because nobody expects this kid to actually fight them)

Mike: can turn into any animal he can think of, and can communicate with them even when he’s not in the same form as them. He has a specific mark that appears on all his transformation, making it easier for the losers to distinguish between him and an actual animal. He loves trying to race richie as a cheetah, and racing Stanley as an eagle.

Ben: Ben can read emotions and, to an extent, alter them. He has to be making contact with the person (It helps immensely with bev, but he can’t help her until she’s not on fire.) after Bev got especially worked up one day, Ben realized that the closer he was to someone (emotionally) the further away (physically) he could be to influence their emotions

Extras:

-I’m sorry richie does literally everything Evan Peters quicksilver does, except he has the same mouth as wade Wilson

-bill adores Stan’s wings so much cause they’re so soft and beautiful. In the light they’re almost golden, and (in bill’s opinion) they match Stanley’s hair amazingly

-sometimes stan runs up to him, grabs bill around the waist, and takes off. Bill SCREAMS the first time he does it, but now it’s a regular thing.

-rich think it’s stupid that they’re allowed to be cute and tries to do a similar thing to Eds

-eddie nearly has an asthma attack, and he doesn’t even have asthma

-“god Eds you’re no fun” “richie who the fuck wants to be held by you running 120 miles per hour?!” “Aw cmon I was faster than that wasn’t I?”

-richie can’t listen to any music that’s even remotely slow, it’s too boring

-he tries to rap. It’s terrible

-sometimes stan perfectly times a landing, just so he can swoop richie up while he’s being a pest

-richie SHRIEKS

-the teachers don’t know what to do with these kids

-colossus hates richie more than he hates wade

-negasonic also hates richie (but also loves him and is his friend because that kid has a good taste in music and it’s fun to try to blast richie before he realizes what’s happening)

-wade would adore the losers so much

-“look, you sexy Russian metal motherfucker, these are my sons” “wade, no” “I mean they have such resemblance. They’re both gay, one can heal and one knows bad words”

-“dad?! You’re back?!” “Richie stop”

-wade is the only one willing to babysit all of them (and he loves it)

-“holy shit! You can fucking become fire! How hot can you get?! Burn my fucking arm off!”

-he somehow also HELPS Bev control her anger/abilities

-“Hey eddie, can you fix this ballsack of a face for me?”

“Nobody could do that”

*sheds single tear*

“That burn is worse than anything Molly ringwald could’ve given me”

Bev, from down the hall: “WANNA BET ON IT WILSON”

-“I thought you were me AND richies dad? That just makes this incestuous. I’d be dating my brother” “you’re right…I have to disown one of you”

-richie, appearing in the room: “DADDY NO”

-wade adopts richie. No literally. He adopts him. He hates how richies parents treated him, and somehow adopts him (richie may have ran away from home, and may have figured out how to remove his records from all government data bases)

-“Hey Logan now I have a kid too, but mines cooler”

-laura: *runs at richie, screaming*

Richie: *SCREECHES and climbs up wade*

-laura kind of takes a liking to richie after realizing he’s terrified of her

-she loves sneaking up on him, and he basically turns into her big brother. He knows when to mess around and when to be serious, and is super soft with her

-Logan tried to keep her away from that kid, but she would have one of her legendary tantrums

-richie learned some Spanish cause he was the only one who could process her ramblings fast enough

-“wow they’re like brother and sister. Maybe we should elope”

-negasonic gets all soft with Laura and she speaks to her in Spanish and makes sure her thoughts are heard

-wade gets a lil more serious after being with the kids.

-Stanley acts like he hates him cause cmon it’s like having a Richie you can’t physically injure

-but the conversations they have when wade is being sincere help stan so much

-tries to shield mike from the world and barely swears around him

-richie: “shit”

Wade: *GASPS AND COVERS MIKES EARS*

-wade helps all of the kids at Xavier’s with sexuality and understanding it (and is unnaturally serious for the most part)

-“the guest sex Ed teacher is our very own wade Wilson!” “It’s Deadpool, and I’m not an x-man, so you can shut that ‘very own’ shit down”

-petey parsley gets transferred to Xavier’s

-richie loves this kid and tries to befriend him as soon as he arrives

-“holy SHIT you’ve met tony stark?!” “Dude I work for him” “HOLY FUCK HE WORKS FOR IRON MAN EDDIE”

-“IM GONNA SPRINT. YOU TRY TO WEB ME TO THE WALL”

-richie just sprints into a wall cause peter doesn’t hit him in time

-“eddie I think I broke my dick…and my face…will you still love me if I look like wade?”

-Bev uses the tip of her pinky to light her cigarettes, she holds them like she’s going to take a drag but sticks her pinky up and lights it while bringing it toward her mouth and richie LOSES HIS SHIT OVER IT

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

AU Stucky Fic Rec List

 All the good AU Stucky fics I’ve read. 

You can find my Stucky Fic Rec Masterlist  HERE

♥ are marked my favourites

! LAST UPDATED 07/09/2016 !

My Arms Were Made To Hold You 55101 words ♥ 

Tired of being kept awake at night by a screaming baby, Bucky decides to take matters into his own hands. Mostly he wants a good night’s sleep, but what he gets is a beautiful baby boy with big blue eyes, a lonely father trying to move on from tragedy, and a chance at a family he never expected to have.

All Those Things You’ve Always Pined For 92142 words ♥

“Steve Rogers. I haven’t thought about him in…God, at least ten years. Probably longer.“
“Who is he?” Sharon asks, and perches on the corner of his desk, hands folded in her lap. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Bucky clears his throat, tosses the sticky note onto the desk. “Steve was…my college boyfriend. We almost got married.”

It’s been fifteen years since Bucky Barnes left Steve Rogers standing in a New York airport and never saw him again. Those fifteen years have brought him wealth and stability; everything his lower middle class Brooklyn upbringing had not provided. He is happy. He doesn’t want for anything.
He doesn’t need anything.
That’s about to change.

Prince Charming 55,684 words ♥ 

Bucky Barnes has quite the charmed life. He has a thriving tattoo shop, a son he adores, the world’s best dogs, and a great group of friends — almost all of whom are in relationships. And maybe he’d been the one nudging them towards each other, but there’s nothing wrong with a little match-making. The world could use more romance.

As for him personally, well, he doesn’t need anyone for the long haul. Not when every girl he comes across is someone who he thinks would be perfect for someone else.

But then Steve Rogers comes into his shop looking for some ink, and maybe that’s the problem right there. Maybe what he’s looking for in a relationship isn’t a girl at all.

Bucky Barnes Has His Shit Together (and Other Lies He Tells Himself) 14,159 words ♥ 

You’d think a guy who owns one of the most successful bakeries in Brooklyn, has a million-dollar smile and that antiquated good ol’ boy charm, blond hair and blue eyes and biceps for days, would know what’s what.

But don’t let that fool you: Steve Rogers is a mess.

Thirty-Eight Days and Counting  40,292 words

It didn’t escape him that Steve shared his assumed last name. “Are you gonna be my cousin?” Bucky asked dully.

Steve frowned. “Husband, actually,” he said easily, holding up his left hand to show a typical golden band.

Bucky scowled and closed the door.

AKA
An AU in which Bucky is put in the witness protection program and Steve is the agent hired to protect him/pretend to be his husband.

Call Boy 149825 words

Bucky Barnes was skyrocketing through promotions at his advertising firm. Now, a partnership position is opening and if Bucky wants to see his name on the building, he needs to impress not only Mr. Tony Stark, but his wife Pepper. To do this, it takes a team, a couple to be exact. Bucky asks his ex-wife Natasha to set him up with the perfect girl, blonde, tall, thick thighs and huge tits, but with the personality that’ll get Pepper all smiles.

What Bucky gets? Tall, blonde, thick thighs…and a penis. Can this male escort pretend to not only be Bucky’s fiance but also impress Pepper enough to win Bucky the promotion? Is he going to impress Bucky enough to get him to sleep with him?

Steve loves working for his tip.

Friday I’m in Love 8961 words

barefootbucky: heyyy! sorry it took me so long to reply. hope you got the last few postcards i sent. ok so i’m in istanbul now and there’s a dirt cheap direct flight to dc. thinkin about stopping by for a bit. mind if i crash with you? the road is great and all but i think i need some time to recoup.

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Bucky finally comes home.

Where The Lovelight Gleams 2747 words

For the past thirteen years, Steve and Bucky have said ‘Merry Christmas’ to each other every year. Some years, they weren’t together when they said it, but when Bucky was deployed, apart from one year when Bucky’s call got interrupted by action, they always managed a 'Merry Christmas’ in Bucky’s weekly Skype call.

It was Christmas Eve and Bucky’s Skype call time had come and gone.

Steve couldn’t imagine a worse Christmas than one where he didn’t get to tell his husband Merry Christmas.

5 Times Bucky’s Friends Heard About Stevie and 1 Time They Met Him 2974 words

5 times Bucky’s friends in the Army think he’s got a firecracker of a girlfriend waiting on him back home + the time they actually meet 'Stevie’ and realize how wrong they were.

We’re a Power Couple and Everyone Knows It (But Us)   7534 words so far   !WIP!  

Bucky Barnes meets Steve Rogers in the middle of winter in Central Park.

(Or the fic where Bucky works at Nordstrom and is a high class memer with a string of hopeless blind dates, whilst Steve is a precious pet goldfish lover who lives his life as a hot teacher alongside working a night job.)

a long way from the playground  27369 words  ♥ 

“Actually, I am dating someone.” He says.

What ends up happening is, he says the first name that comes to mind.

What ends up happening is, he blurts out, “Steve Rogers.”

Without thinking, obviously. Because if he had been thinking, he would have thought of something better than this.

And that’s how Bucky ends up bringing Steve as a date to his sister’s wedding.

LOVED this one as I live for fake/pretend relationship

The heart is hard to find 3714 words ♥

Steve is gorgeous, tall and blond and built like a football player. And he talks to Bucky like a real person, not some caricature to appease. The thought of him getting up makes Bucky panic slightly. “No! That’s not-” He blushes and kills time by drinking his coffee. “I’m not- I don’t know-“

"It’s ok.” Steve smiles and Bucky gets the feeling he understands despite Bucky’s gibbering. “Do you want me to go?”

“No, stay. Gotta start somewhere, right?”

Where Bucky is son of a homophobic politician and meets barista Steve. 

This was the first AU i’ve read and it got me craving for more. 

Critical Feline Mass 39536 words  ♥

Adjusting to civilian life is hard for any military veteran — especially for one ex-sniper with a cybernetic arm, a classic Harley, and friends who keep trying to ‘help.’ When Sam Wilson at the VA sends Sergeant Barnes to rent a room from the hottest guy in the DC area, Bucky thinks maybe civilian life is worth it after all. And then he finds out Captain Rogers is everything Bucky’s not: a real hero, a Medal of Honor recipient, and an all-around nice guy. Bucky doesn’t have a chance in hell with him.

Sam was a huge help to Steve Rogers when he left the military. In the spirit of ‘pay it forward,’ Steve decides to rent out his basement room to a vet in need. But when Sergeant Barnes shows up on his doorstep, he knows he’s in for a world of trouble. Barnes is exactly what Steve never knew he wanted, from his bedroom eyes to his wicked innuendos. And he’s Steve’s tenant.

A love story in twelve chapters, including two Harley-Davidsons, a guardian angel, multiple snipers, the only woman who can scare them into behaving themselves, spontaneous kittens, and one attacking sheep.

OMG this is my favorite AU and you should definitely read it. It also has a sequel with Steve and Bucky shopping in IKEA which is totally adorable. 

Unwanted Celebrity 72429 words ♥

Fifteen years ago, a skinny kid from Brooklyn went to an arts summer camp, where he met child movie star Jimmy Barnes. Their unlikely friendship faded as the years passed. But now, a threat to Barnes’ career brings Steve back into his life, in the most unexpected of ways.

Or, the one where Bucky is a smooth celebrity, right up until Steve the snarky photographer shows up, and Bucky’s whole world gets blown to pieces.

From the same author as the previous one and equally awesome. 

Cake Walk 65,117 words ♥

Steve Rogers runs a small bakery in Brooklyn with his friend Peggy. When his neighbours Natasha and Sam announce that they are getting married, Steve is immediately commissioned to make the wedding cake. He’s more than thrilled, but gets more than he bargained for when asked to co-ordinate with Bucky Barnes - Natasha’s highly attractive and charming wedding planner.

Funny and cute, with a bit of Sam/Natasha. I especially liked that the author has written the Skinny!Steve with not only asthma but also all his other health problems that are usually forgotten in other fics. 

Captain Hot Perfect Teacher 6181 words 

Steve is a fifth grade teacher. Bucky is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, whose son is in Steve’s class. They meet at a parent-teacher conference. There’s blood involved.

Cards to Your Heart 19381 words

The one where Bucky is an Iraq war vet working at a coffee shop and Steve is the starving art student he falls in love with.

(are you aware) the state i’m in 27935 words ♥

Bucky’s newspaper keeps going missing.

You Were Standing There 14863 words ♥

Bucky accidentally breaks into the wrong house while drunk. The wrong house happens to belong to Steve Rogers.

With Bucky and Nat as russian BFFs as a bonus. 

this is not a drive by 24,421 words ♥

“God, he can’t stop smiling, and it must be infectious because a slow grin is stretching across Steve’s face, and now he’s the one looking at Bucky from up under his eyelashes and asking, “How have we not met before?”

And, really, that’s the question isn’t it.”

Otherwise known as: The Bucky Barnes Hot Dad AU or The One Where Steve Crashes All Of Bucky’s Dates Without Really Trying

At Ease 11,722 words ♥

Steve frequently sends out care packages for the troops, and when he learns about the penpal program, he’s quick to fill out an application. He’s assigned Sargent James Buchanan Barnes. Everything grows from then.

I cried while reading this one.

Off by a Thousand Miles  3213 words

Bucky, a Brooklyn-based cop, has his head turned by Steve Rogers, who’s just opened up a flower shop in his neighbourhood. It all goes horribly wrong when a string of murders leads to Steve being the prime suspect

The President’s Son  60 016 words ♥

Agent Steve Rogers is assigned to protect President Barnes’ son, Bucky - a troubled war veteran with a penchant for causing havoc. Bucky is a war hero but keeps veering to the path of self destruction, and Steve is sure as hell doesn’t want to get fired over this shit. His job is to protect Bucky, even from himself.

Night Light 20 382 words ♥

Bucky’s a beat-up rentboy in need of a place to stay.

3AM Coffee 1153 words

Bucky likes to take a break from writing at 3am and head to The Grinder for his nightly coffee. But he doesn’t just go for the coffee. The midnight barista has caught his eye, but Bucky has a secret that can’t get out.

Unleashed 3883 words

AU in which Steve and Bucky meet in their local dog park.

if only you could see me (for the pie that i am) 32 795 words

In which Steve is the proud owner of Frost, a semi famous local bakery in DC and despite the overwhelming insistence that it’s about time he start dating, Steve swears up and down he isn’t ready for that. Or as of recently, just doesn’t have the time because of Mr. Barnes – the highly demanding wedding planner on the phone who keeps asking for nearly impossible deliveries and maybe Steve would like to personally strangle him. Maybe.

(There is pie. And misunderstandings. But a lot more desserts and eye rolls.)

The Portfolio of Pining 27 362 words

Bucky is a fashion photographer and pines over Steve for approximately four years.

On The Cusp 18 949 words ♥

Bucky is a rich kid. Steve is his butler. It doesn’t stop them from being best friends.

the poem which i do not write 15 863 words

See, here’s the thing: Steve has a problem.

His problem is embodied in almost six feet of cocky smiles and toned muscles and tattoos and it starts three weeks into the school year when his life drawing professor announces that they’re finally moving onto studying the human form and says, “This is James. He’s going to be our first model.”

And the guy steps up onto the platform in the middle of the room and undresses without a lick of self-consciousness, smirking all the while, and Steve thinks, Oh, hell.

OR: Steve is an art student and Bucky is a figure model and a lot of pining happens.

Red, white and blue; what does it mean to you? 12 639 words

AU: When war breaks out in Europe in 1939, Steve and Bucky cross the border into Canada, pretend to be Canadian and join the RAF.

"Another two men came through the door. Quite the contrasting pair—one tall and dark, the other one blond and so short that the recruiting officer must have included his hat to get him over the regulation height.

The two introduced themselves as Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, in accents that John had never expected to hear in the RAF. Naturally he’d heard that some Americans were passing themselves off as Canadian to join in the fight, but…to be entirely honest, he’d thought that they’d be more convincing Canadians.”

Schrödinger’s Romance  53 220 words !WIP!

“It could be a relationship, it could not be. You can assume either until you see for sure the results.”

We all know those moments. Those moments when your family all gathers around you and asks “So, do you have a boyfriend yet?”. Bucky knows these moments all too well and, quite frankly, he’s sick to death of them. Unfortunately, being a 21 year old college student makes it harder for him to come up with excuses, and with Christmas coming up he needs to think of a way out fast. A chance encounter with a stranger through an old library textbook could just be the kind of miracle he needs to make it through the holidays with his last shreds of sanity intact.

nothing short of thankful 3 828 words

Steve’s hunkered down on a bench right outside the still-dark Starbucks, thankful for the mittens that Sam’s mother had knitted for him and clutching his newly-updated astronomy journal to his chest, when he hears a jingle of keys and a door creak open to his left. His head snaps up and his heart leaps because thank fucking god someone’s finally come to open the damn Starbucks.

But no, it’s not the Starbucks guy (whose name Steve always forgets, no matter how many times he was there when he opened up), it’s someone going into the new bakery that just opened across the street.

Steve Rogers Accepted Your Friend Request  4 697 words

Bucky discovers Steve Rogers on Facebook and becomes interested in him.

You Stand Alone to Every Record I Own 7 341 words

Bucky Barnes is eighteen, a senior in highschool, and totally in love with his best friend. It’s okay. He’ll either get over it or sleep with every hipster twink in college who’s in a band. At least, that’s what Natasha says.

Undertones and Overtures  ♥

In which Steve is deaf and Bucky is an amputee.

Bucky Barnes is studying for his masters in Music Composition at Juilliard when he unexpectedly meets skinny little artist Steve Rogers in a book store one Saturday. They both have their issues and it’s going to take a lot to understand each other, but with a little help from friends and family, they might be able to make this work.

Fantasmic!  11 464 words

It’s Steve’s second summer working at Disney World when he meets Prince Charming (aka: Bucky Barnes, college kid from Brooklyn whose ass looks absolutely devastating in his Prince Charming slacks) and maybe starts to feel a little Disney magic in his heart.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered  51 868 words !WIP!

Steve Rogers was content with his life. He loved his shop, loved creating works of art for people to display on their bodies, had a tight knit group of friends who cared about him, and had finally paid off his student loans and the loan he’d taken out to start his business. But it still feels like there’s something, or someone, missing from his life.

Everything’s going to change when he decides to take Natasha’s advice and sign up for a military penpal program.

Flying too close to the sun  8 789 words

In which Steve is a flight attendant and Bucky keeps showing up on his flights and they fall in love without meaning to.

Middletown: A Study of Suburban Life  91 712 words

In which Bucky is the new kid, Steve is the square who takes him in, Tony and Pepper fight over valedictorian a year in advance, Thor remains a golden god, Loki remains a drama queen, Natasha commits an act of vigilante justice, Clint somehow fails to make a your mom joke, Darcy is a Satanist, Jane is a goth, Sif is fine thank you very much, Sam climbs a tree, Peggy says no, Rumlow is a bully, and Mrs. Rogers, Mr. Coulson, and Ms. Hill are all very long-suffering.

Or: the story of the year Bucky Barnes finally learned how to talk to at least one other human being, discovered J. D. Salinger, started to try in school (kind of), got a haircut, landed a punch, almost got arrested, and kissed a boy on the mouth.

Let your heart be light

Bucky looks like he’s had a difficult month, what with the eviction notice and all, but that’s not the reason Steve gives for allowing him to stay on his couch.
“You have somewhere to go?” Steve questioned, crossing his arms and attempting to look casual, not like he was worried for Bucky. He stepped into the apartment, ignoring how bare it was.
Bucky paused and gave him an exasperated look. “I’m not completely hopeless.”
A fic spanning from mid-November to early-February.

Pahar (Totu-i vis şi armonie)  22108 words

Steve and Bucky have been friends forever and now they go to the same University– Steve for Art and French and Bucky for History and Russian. They might not have many classes together, but they do share a room and every other moment in between: flirting, bickering, going out to dinner…not to mention just being generally adorable.

Or, a fluffy slice of life fic to ease the pain of finals.

Birthday Surprise

Summary: In which a day you’re dreading becomes a day you’ll never forget.

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 2,652

A/N: Happy happy birthday, @sebseyesandbuckysthighs! I adore you with all my heart and I hope you have the amazing day you deserve! This one’s for you, my fellow X-Files lover :) (And shoutout to the lovely ladies at the Avengers Trash Tower™️ for letting me include them in this)

@avengerstories - Thank you, as always for being such an amazing editor and friend.

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On regular days, waking up in the morning is a slow process. You’ll start by rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and do some stretches while lying down. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll fall right back asleep. Other times, you’ll just stay wrapped up in your blankets and bask in the serene silence of your soundproofed room.

Today isn’t one of those regular days. It could’ve been if Tony hadn’t opened his big mouth in front of the team a few days ago and informed everyone of your upcoming birthday. You genuinely thought that Wanda was going to faint when he made the announcement that made you want to wring his neck.

You love the team, you really do, and you understand how important birthdays are to them. For you however, the same can’t be said. You never understood the need to make such a big deal out of that single day of the year. Surely there were more important things to celebrate.

Your attempts to douse the flames of their excitement after that were futile. Wanda and Nat were already making plans for a party. Clint was quick to jump in with decoration ideas, while Tony was offering up his credit card to pay for everything. Steve was thinking about what kind of cake you might like and he recruited Bruce and Bucky to help him.

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Missing Pages (Part 13)

Summary: You had three rules 1. Don’t fall in love with your patient 2. Don’t fall in love with your patient and 3. Do not fall in love with your patient but you weren’t very good at following rules.

Word Count: 1137

Warnings: swearing, angst, character death

A/N: you guys aren’t ready for this

Part 12

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Bad Ideas (Chapter 14)

This Chapter is longish, almost 3000 words. And rough guys, it was hard to write, hard to edit, hard to re read.
Trigger warnings– sexual assault (discussed/threatened) violence, people die. Violent!Peter is not to be fucked with, and he goes to a pretty dark place.
So… be warned lovelies. This is no longer our light hearted little fic it once was.

That being said, I’d also REALLY like to know what you think because zero feedback on a chapter makes me nervous! I have some very specific reasons for writing certain parts of this the way I did, so feel free to drop by my ask box with any questions!

If you need to catch up, here’s the MASTERLIST
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God it hurts.
Peter knew without opening his eyes that he was tied to a chair, his arms forced back in an uncomfortable stretch, his legs tied down as well. Definitely wasn’t at home any more, not that there would be much left of their house after that explosion, but he could smell the dank and damp of a subterranean basement and that made him nervous.

Everything hurt so badly, from his head where it had smashed into the floor, clear down to his feet, probably burned from the blast since he had been barefoot.

He had been thrown into the second bedroom when the rocket blew, landing on the bed for a split second before he had managed to flip it over on top of himself and curl into a ball, trying to avoid the worst of the debris.

He didn’t remember getting dragged it of the house, or the ride to wherever he was now, but everything fucking hurt and he couldn’t help groaning when he tried to lift his head.

“Pete?”

Thank god Wade is here too.
“Wade?” He licked his lips and gingerly straightened up.
The Alpha was tied to a chair several yards away, ankles and hands shackled, rope wrapped around him several time to keep him immobile.

“Oh fuck baby boy I wasn’t sure if you were okay.” Wade tried to lean forward to get a better look at him. “Been calling your name for hours, I was so worried you weren’t going to wake up. You okay? Just banged up? You alright? I am going to kill these guys, Peter I swear to god.”

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I watched Age of Ultron this morning to refresh my memory. It was … a challenge. I took notes. (I actually have a spreadsheet of AoS ep notes, so, yes, notes are a thing I do). Looking at those notes, it seems I yelled kind of frequently. And, I was totally yelling in my mind. This movie falls apart quick. 

Oh well, chore done. *pats self on back*

Below, my notes, if you need your memory refreshed and don’t want to sit through the movie again. See how much I love you guys?

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Bucky Barnes X Reader - Zombies

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming

This was a request from a nonny, hope you all like it. :D

Warnings: guns, fighting, ruined dates

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt:

#136 - Okay, it’s settled. you are officially my zombie apocalypse partner.

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“What are you doing?” I hear from behind me making me let out an involuntary scream as I jump out of my seat and turn to see Bucky standing behind me a look of confusion on his face.

“Jesus Chris Bucky! You can’t do that when I’m watching a scary movie okay?!”

“You call this scary?” He asks making me narrow my eyes at him.

“Not scary, no, but it’s not a good movie to be scared while watching.”

“What are you watching?” He asks as he walks around the couch to sit down next to me on the couch.

“Dawn of the Dead.”

“Zombies?” He asks and I nod.

“Yup, it’s one of my favorite Zombie movies.” I reply as I resituate myself so that I could lean up against him. We had only been dating a few weeks but I knew I was falling for him more and more every day. I didn’t know much about what he did for a living but I knew that he didn’t tell me the whole truth so I wouldn’t be put in danger. Even though I wanted to know I knew he would tell me when he was ready.

“Why’s it your favorite?” He asks reaching up to gently run this fingers through my hair.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I just really love it.” I answer honestly as I reach out to take his metal hand in my own. He was still a little shy about people, mainly me, touching it; but he has come around. The main reason being he didn’t want it to hurt me.

“That’s a good enough reason for me.” He says a chuckle escaping his lips. As we sit there watching the rest of the movie I think I hear something in the kitchen and slowly pull away from him and narrow my eyes in its direction. “What’s wrong?”

“I thought I heard something.” I reply making him narrow his eyes and reaching under the coffee table pull out a gun I didn’t know was there. Before I have a chance to question him he holds a finger to his lips silencing me as he slowly moves toward the kitchen. Before he reaches it a man wearing a black military uniform rounds the corner a rifle in his hands at the ready. His eyes spot me staring his direction and his gun whips toward me. My hands shoot up in a mixture of surrender and fear.

“Where’s the asset?” The man asks me surprisingly not noticing Bucky just out of his sight.

“Who?” I ask narrowing my eyes in confusion.

“You looking for me?” Bucky says making the guys turn toward him resulting in Bucky quickly incapacitating him. He looks around the corner the Intruder had come from before he reaches down and picking up the Rifle hands me the handgun. “Ok, babe, do you know how to use this?” As if to answer his question another man rounds the corner dressed exactly like the one before and my body moves on its own as I bring the gun up and instantly shoot the intruder in the arm once and chest twice. My heart starts to race as my body fills with adrenaline. “I guess that answers that question. I don’t know how many more there are, but I need you to stay right beside me okay?” He asks and I nod. “Good girl.” He says as he gently kisses my forehead.

I follow closely behind him as we move throughout my little house. I watch in amazement as he quickly and efficiently dispatches all the intruders until none were left standing. He pulls them all into one room before he pulls out his cell phone and sends a text. Then he turns back to me still holding his handgun for dear life and slowly walking up to me says, “Okay, I’m gonna need that back now. Don’t want you shooting Steve when he shows up.” I stare at him for a moment before I look around the house and then ponder for a moment before I turn back to him and narrowing me eyes say, “Okay, it’s settled. you are officially my zombie apocalypse partner.”

“That’s all you have to say after what just happened?” he asks a surprised chuckle escaping his lips.

“No, but everything else can wait until there aren’t people bleeding all over my carpet. I don’t need these strangers knowing our personal business.”

“Gotta say, I’m surprised.”

“Well I’m full of surprises.” I add looking around the room before my eyes narrow on him again. “How many did you hide in this room alone?”

“Um, a couple?”

“Like two?”

“Okay maybe more than a couple.”

“How many James?”

“Um there’s one under both end-tables, the bottom of the couch pulls out to reveal a shotgun and an assault rifle. The entertainment Center has a couple, and that’s about all.”

“Good to know.” I reply moving to sit on a recliner.

“You’re not mad, are you?” He asks worry filling his face.

“I’m not mad, it’s just good to know where they all are considering the world might be ravaged by Zombies one day.”

“Only you could take all this and turn it into a benefit.” He replies as he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, well, that’s my job.” Letting out a heavy sigh I push myself up to walk back over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist say, “When all this is taken care of, I want you to teach me how to fight.”

“Babe, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Oh, then I’ll just join some gym and let some sweaty guy touch me while he teaches me.”

“Okay no, that’s not gonna happen. The only sweat guy allowed to touch you is me.”

“Good to know,” I reply as I lean up and gently place a kiss on his lips.

“I don’t know if this is the best time for that?” I hear a voice say and instantly reach for Bucky’s gun only to have him hold it away.

“Wait a minute love, that’s my friend.” Bucky says a smile covering his lips. “You have horrible timing Wilson, where’s Steve?”

“On his way. He’s gonna be upset he missed you two making out though.” Sam says sarcastically making Bucky chuckle.

“He’s Joking, right?”

“Yeah Doll, he is.” Bucky says as he gently places a kiss on my lips making Sam groan out in disgust.

“Good to know.”

MISTER  KINGSLEY

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Some time ago I wrote about the short cases Sherlock investigates at the beginning of TST (Spinning the plates). As it turned out each case seems to be closely connected to Sherlock himself in one way or another. It appears to be the same with characters who have a tattoo. Even as unlikely ones as the torturer in Serbia (TEH) or the unconscious ex-con in CAMs office (HLV)

In TST a man comes to Baker Street and seeks the help of Sherlock Holmes. His wife left him and he assumes she was having an affair. Sherlock doesn’t take that case but throwes the man out instead. This case might have been too boring for Sherlock but the man - Mr. Kingsley - is quite interesting. He has an almost faded tattoo on his forearm. Reason enough to take a closer look at this guy. Could he be a Sherlock mirror as well?

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Would You Be So Kind and Fall In Love With Me? [Bucky Barnes]

Part Two of ‘She has a boyfriend, anyways’
Pairing- Bucky Barnes x Reader, mention Wade Wilson x Reader
Warning- mentions of torture and death, Reader has a rough past, Reader was sort off lying?
Requested: Could you make a story about Bucky having a crush on reader   and discovers that she already has a boyfriend Wade Wilson and ends up being disappointed and reader ends up feeling bad for him and tells him don’t worry you’ll find someone someday.

@gryffndor her comment on ‘She has a boyfriend, anyway.’ made me so happy!


Bucky had to cancel a visit because of a sudden mission. They usually don’t send Bucky on sudden missions. Bucky acts like a ghost in S.H.E.I.L.D. There were no traces about him in system or even in publics eye. According to people, the winter solider was retired but winter solider works off the books but in order to keep him off the books they send him to the most important missions only.
Anyways, that is why when one day he gets called in immediately, he doesn’t even get to tell you. He couldn’t even regret the fact that he blew off his meeting with you to go on the mission. The mission was about rescue mission for Steve and Natasha. He was more than happy to help them. Then, he called you as soon as he came home, ignoring the fact that he brutally injured, he called you to apologise for the fact that he blew you off but you didn’t answer your phone. Steve didn’t let Bucky out of his sight till he went through proper medical check up. After medical check up, he realised that he has a hairline fracture and two broken ribs. It was nothing for Bucky he has been through worse, a lot worse.
As soon, he came out of the room, Steve stopped him.
“You can’t go.” Bucky raises a eyebrow at him, almost challenging him, “Doctor said one week bed rest.”
“Steve, I blew off [Your Name] for this mission. Let me go and apologise.”
“I know. I am sorry that you blew off this ‘hang-out’ that you were supposed to have. I feel bad because you did this because of me. I won’t be able to see it if you don’t recover properly.” Steve was always takes blame for everything wrong going around, Bucky thinks and sighs.
“Steve, please, it is [Your Name]. She never misses a call, unless Wade comes around.” Natasha comes around at this point.
“What is going on with her and Wade anyways?” Natasha asks. Nosy as always.
“He still lies to her, about work stuff you know.” Bucky tells them, “At times, he acts as if [Your name] is a piece of furniture that he owns. [Your Name] doesn’t say anything because he needs her and she loves him.” He sighs.
“Didn’t she tell you that she loves you? Maybe, she doesn’t. I mean she clearly doesn’t love you enough to leave him.” Steve says and Bucky goes silent. At night, Bucky thinks of it at night- most of the night. You can lie with words and you can at most lie with you gestures, Bucky has learnt that. You can never lie with eyes. [Your Name]’s eyes are the most perfect example of that. Your eyes were the most earnest and innocent thing in this world.
“I don’t want say this, Bucky but it almost seems like is playing with you.” Bucky’s eyes snapped up at him, he say Natasha do it too.
“She would never.” Natasha and Bucky said at the same time. Steve raised his eyebrows at Natasha.
“How do you know?”
“I did a background check on her. I wanted to know with whom our baby Buck was falling in love with.” Natasha smiles at both of them.
“You know what, it doesn’t matter. Just let me go and explain this to her.” Not that you would be mad. You understand his line of work. He knew as an uncommonly understanding woman, truly. The way you understood Wade and accepted and accepted him was no less than wonder. You never tried to fix them, never. Once Bucky asked you why didn’t you try to fix them. Bucky thought that was reason why women felt attracted to Bucky because they thought that they could change him. You looked at him with innocence and a taint of mischief.
“You are not broken,” You smile that him and his heart melts, “You are not broken so how can I fix you. You are who you are. Other than that who am I to change you? I am just a girl who owns a coffee shop ad you are a guy who helps to make world a better place- even though it may include violent methods. I understand, Bucky. You have to do what you have to do.” You push coffee towards him, silently as him to drink it, “And please, never fall in love with those girls. Fall for the one who accepts you, completely. Never, never settle for anything less.”

It was the moment he realises that the door is open, the panic sets in. You always made sure that the doors and windows were closed. You never a trusting person, not naive. Thankfully, you knew the difference between those to things. Bucky pulls out his gun from his waistband. His heart was thudding like crazy. If someone was inside your house, he or she (girls can be serial killer too) probably heard it. In his mind, he pulled out the resume of every person you ever crossed path with. He keeps track for your safety, you were involved with Bucky and Wade, there were some unnamed lurking around. You never actually talked about your safety but Bucky knew that Wade made you put a gun in your wardrobe. Bucky sometimes helped you in shooting. For an non- violent girl, you were a good aim.
The room was a mess and infiltrated. The house definitely empty, Bucky could hear the stillness, stillness that no man or woman could hold. Yet for precaution, he checked the rooms first. After assuring that it was all empty, he went in your bed room to check the gun in your wardrobe. He sticks his gun in his waist band as he looks through your clothes, there was the gun that Wade made you keep with you. He checks the bullets, it is all fine, not used. He moves never kitchen, it was always neat not this time, all the utensils were sprawled around and then he noticed, he wished he never saw. In the kitchen sink there was a knife covered in blood and finger.
Bucky was a seconds away from puking his guts out at thought that it might be your finger. He didn’t waste any more time in pulling out his phone and calling Natasha. Natasha answers after 4 rings, Bucky patience was at its peak.
“Is [Your Name] okay?” Natasha sounded scared, as if she she was worried. Bucky didn’t understand why would she ask that.
“No,” he answers, how voice uneven, “Her apartment is a mess. There is,” He pauses and gulps, “there is a finger in the kitchen, Natasha. What if it is hers?” He hears Natasha let out a sigh of relief. He is about to snap at her but then she says, “It is not hers. Bucky bring the finger back, I assure you it is not her. I will call Fury and tell him the situation. You need to come to avengers tower, immediately.”
“I don’t understand. How do you know that it is not her and how did you know that she was trouble.”
“I wasn’t going to tell you this but it is necessary to save her. Come to tower I will tell you. Come back Bucky, we don’t have much time.” He trusted Natasha when she said that they don’t have much time.

Bucky never looked at the finger. He didn’t care with how positively Natasha had told him that it wasn’t [Your Name]’s finger he just didn’t have the courage to do so. Natasha ran towards him and snatched the bag in which the finger was from his hand. She looked at finger assessing it. She mumbled under breath.
“What?” Bucky asks, he needed answers because there was a hallow feeling in his stomach.
“I thought that she would have gone rusty but she is still as good, even better I would say. Do you see the precision of the cut?” Natasha says in awe of the finger.
“Natasha, I didn’t see the finger and I don’t care. I just want my [Your Name] back.” It was first time Buck has referred you as his. Bucky was a possessive person but you were not his so he has not called you his. You belonged to Wade. At the thought of Wade Bucky decided that he needed to call him as soon as he finishes the his discussion with Natasha. Natasha’s face soften at his words.
“She really loved you know. She told me and she told me that she that she was sorry that she was with Wade.”
“How do you know her?” Bucky’s voice laced with desperation and Natasha has never seen him so vulnerable.
“We were partners. When I just joined S.H.E.I.L.D, she was there, we went to almost all of our missions together. I hated her at first, I hated her a lot. She was so kind and cheery. It was as if she had never faced death and was unknown to pain the world has caused me, us and everyone around. I was jealous of her,” Natasha’s pauses for a second, her face reflected guilt, “Then I learned about her past. She has seen more death than anyone else and she grew up on road. There were sociopaths and psychopaths that she had to deal with everyday.” Natasha hesitates and Bucky tries to absorb all the information, “I don’t think you have seen her back Bucky. It is full of scars and burn marks. She grew up in a rough place and she survived it she got out and decided to work with S.H.E.I.L.D.” Natasha lets him absorb all the informations.
“There was no record of her as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.” Bucky says his voice wavering. He needs to get him together for this mission. He needs to get you back safe. He needs you to be safe.
“I have gave her an internet death of sort. Fury needed me to do.”
“Fury did what?”
“[Your Name] was breaking, Bucky. Every death and every nightmare she had- has was hidden behind that facade. At times, after a mission of mass murdering or even an single assassination, I found her wanting to die, I found her dying a bit by bit. We needed to let her go.” Bucky didn’t know that. Bucky had no idea.
“That is why she was with Wade,” Natasha says quietly, “Wade reminded her of herself. She thought that saving him would help her become better, it would help make up for the wrong she has done.” Bucky didn’t say anything, he heard minutes pass. He heard lies, lies and lies. He loved lies because [Your Name] never said truth about anything.
“Why would she-“ Bucky didn’t know what to say, there too many questions. He couldn’t face them, he couldn’t face you.
“She loved you, Bucky. Regardless of every lie, she loved you.”
“We need to save her,” Bucky said firmly, he didn’t have time to dwell on emotions. He needed to save you regardless of all the lies, “I need you to tell me how, Natasha.”
“Oh, it is easy.” Natasha smirked, “ You see this finger, [Your Name] cut it off the kidnapper. Something she does to leave clues and there is a micro traces right now flowing through his blood stream. All I need to do is check the DNA and find the frequency of tracer.” Bucky looks at Natasha.
“How long?” Bucky says.
“It takes 20 minutes, I can do it in 10.”
“Good, we are taking Steve. You need to suit up too.”
“But Fury-“ Bucky cuts off Natasha.
“Fury can stick it up. This is [Your name] we are talking about I need to save her.” Natasha nodded in understanding.

It was 17 minutes later that they were at the roof top of tower and Wanda has now joined them. She heard Bucky explaining the situation and offered the help. Bucky told her that it will piss of Fury as it is not a S.H.E.I.L.D sanctioned mission and she replied that she has been looking forward to find an opportunity to piss of Fury for a while now. Steve has replied by saying more that merrier. When Natasha saw Wanda, she cooed that [Your Name] will not be pleased.
“It is one of S.H.E.I.L.D. warehouse, it was taken by Helper after S.H.E.I.L.D fell down.” Natasha tells. There eyebrows raised at the name helper, “Helper and [Your Name] were archenemies. I told you she grew up around psychopaths. Helper was one of those people. He found joy in her breaking. Most of her scars were given by Helper only. Helper is leader of a gang, it has been destroyed 10 years ago, by [Your Name] only. He was sent in jail.” She looks at Bucky, “The news of Helper breaking out came to around that you called me. I was worried for her.” She pauses for a second all the eyes looking at her, “Helper has been waiting for this moment for 10 years, he is going down easy.”
Bucky’s eyes turn darks, “He is not laying hand [Your name]. I will slaughter him.”
Seconds later, the jet comes down. Barton in the front seat. Bucky doesn’t even notice him. Natasha goes in front telling the location and explaining him about the mission.
“This not an avenger’s mission guys.” Steve whines.
“What happened to more the merrier.” Wanda teases him. Steve blushes, he likes fighting next to Wanda, he doesn’t say so.

Natasha tells them about Warehouse layout.
“The entrance is opened through a password which I can access. He is waiting for me and Bucky.” Natasha eyes flicker towards Bucky who nods, “ We have an advantage, guys. Here is how is going to go. I will place a tracker in my hair so that you can hear everything. I will say ‘this shit is gonna blow up.’ Wanda will take out the windows of southern side and Barton will enter from northern side.”
“That is dramatic.” Rogers say.
“Dramatic but effective.” Natasha says.
“You have been spending too much time with Tony.” Barton says.
“Guys.” Bucky’s voice firm and bringing everyone to focus.
“He would have kept [Your Name] in the back. Wanda, there is a small door, open with password 4156. You need to enter through that, enter when I give the cue.” Take off her rope with out touching them. They will be laced with acid and also, make sure she doesn’t make any noise when you take them off.” Bucky clenches his jaw at the thought of you in pain.
“Let’s move.” Bucky says and Natasha and Bucky move out towards the door of warehouse.

Cracking entrance was so easy. He saw Natasha roll eyes at their ‘primitive technology’, she has spending too much time with Tony.
His eyes took few seconds to set in darkness. It seemed as though it was empty. Then he heard a painful moan, he got goosebumps. He knows that voice. Bucky seemed to have frozen. The light turned on. Then, Bucky realised that the windows were painted black.
“Black widow, [Your names]’s best friend.” The man who stood in front of her seemed prim and proper. His suit looked new and would have definitely be costly. He must do dirty work for elite classes. “And the winter solider, [Your Name]’s lover.” It was when Helper called him your lover he realised that he never called Wade. “That is such shame, I was hoping for Deadpool, fighting him would have been amazing. I have heard, he can heal any wound, even if I cut any part of his body.” When Helper talked about Wade and his ‘invincibility’, it made Bucky realise how he failed in protecting [Your name]. Then, he heard a mumble from the back of the warehouse where Natasha said that you would be. Bucky could not understand what you said but Helper did. He laughed at what you said.
“Such big threat for a girl who is your state.” Helper smirked. Bucky could see that you were tied to ropes, there were slashes on your arms and stomach. He could your head down and you trying to get a good view of Bucky and Natasha. Then, you looked up, you had a swollen lips and a cut under your eye.
“You know, Helper this shit is going to blow up.” Natasha said and on the cue Barton and Steve came through the window. Helper looked startled. Natasha was right about having a upper hand. Even though Bucky has been distorted since he came in, he noticed that the number solider (That is what Natasha said that Helper called men who worked for him) has increased. Three soldiers ran towards Bucky with guns, not shooting. Bucky ran towards them, sliding suddenly to hit one’s leg. He saw on tumble down and Bucky snatched his gun, shooting two others. The solider got up and Bucky wasted no time in hitting him with handle of the gun and he fell down unconscious. The other solider who came had a knife, Bucky caught the hand hold the knife and his other hand wrapped around his neck. The solider dropped his knife. Bucky punched him in the face three times and he fell, it felt like he was dealing with amateurs. He pulls out his gun shooting two solider coming towards him. He threw knife at one which landed directly in between his heart. Bucky did that just because he wanted to show off. He could hear [Your Name] snort in his head.
He runs towards helper who seemed to be even coward than his soldiers. Bucky ran towards him, pinning him down. Grabbing his arm, pulling him.
“You are a bunch of cowards.” Bucky said to the Helper, “How did you even capture [Your Name]?” Even pinned down, he laughed, “Oh, boy, I may have been out of practise and my boy might not be as fine as they ones were but we still haunt [Your Name].” Bucky stabbed his hand to floor with a knife and other knife through his shoulder, Bucky has never felt this cold touring someone; it has never felt this good. It feels so good that it seemed to have blurred lines between him and the Helper. The worst part is that he would that for [Your Name]. He would do that for you again, even though you lied.
In next few minutes all the activity died down. Natasha’s face had splattered blood, she didn’t seem to mind. Wanda on the other hand, had an injured foot. One of the soldiers had stabbed her with knife. Barton was perched on tower made by boxes, he cleaned the invisible dust from his vest. Steve on the other hand, looked just fine, a bit confused that it gotta over so quickly. He ran to you. There slashes of on your stomach, running from end to other. On the hands and legs too, slowly done Bucky could tell with the depth of wound. You seemed like they were dripping in acid. Your swollen lips and black eye pain Bucky. You hair were matted with sweat and blood. You looked up at him.
“Bucky.” You said, your voice hoarse probably from all the screaming.
“Bucky, are you okay?” Bucky laughed, he nodded. He was scared that he would not know after he learned of your lies but he knows you. He you like walking when you are tense, on holidays you like to stay in and have movie marathon,when you realises that someone in in distress you go out of your way to make sure that they are. He knows you and he can’t forget you.  
“Of course, doll. I am okay. I am okay.” He told her.
“Good. Good. Thank you.” [Your name] said. Bucky wanted to ask if she was okay. She was not, she was obviously not okay.
“Let’s go doll.”
“Where?”
“Home.”

He may know, but your lies were too much for him. He can’t believe that you lied about your existence. Reasons for your kindness, reasons why you chose Wade over him and reasons why you were you. You lied about everything. He sees you and at times he sees the girl he was in love with and at times girl who lied and lied and lied. He did not want to see you. He shut his door and you were in the avengers tower.
“Bucky.” Your voice muffled due door. Bucky runs his hands through his hair.
“Go away.” His rubs his hands over his face, the coolness of the metal rubs against his face.
“I am not going away.” You voice firm.
“I can’t look at you. I hear your voice and all I hear is lies.” Bucky says.
“Please, just once listen to me.” Bucky doesn’t say anything, you take this as sign to continue.
“I have two kind nightmares: The ones were people die because of me; because I was too late. The others where you die because of me. I see the light leave your eyes and I see you dying.” Bucky wanted to say something but words gets struck in his throat, “Every time I have the the second kind of nightmare I die a little and then I would see you. You as you, not as winter solider or your past. I just saw a guy- unbelievably good looking guy who loves so deeply. A guy when he laughs, he lights up the room. A guy who makes me feel on top of the world.” There was pause, “That is how I wanted you see me as. Just as girl, not as a agent of S.H.E.I.L.D. or as tortured soul.  I am sorry for lying, Bucky, So goddamned sorry.” There was still no reply. Then the door opens.
“What about Wade?”
“I broke with him 3 months ago. I wanted to tell you but I wanted him to get through it first.”
“Okay.”
“Bucky, I am sorry.”
“You are forgiven, doll.” Bucky smiles and it makes him blush.
“Bucky, one more thing.”
“Anything, doll.”
“Would be kind and fall in love with me?”
“I thought you would never ask.”

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anonymous asked:

What stucky fanfics are your favorites? Please, I'm looking foward something new to read :)

OH MAN OK, HERE GOES 

A Long Winter by dropdeaddream, WhatAreFears

In 1945, Steve Rogers jumps from a nosediving plane and swims through miles of Arctic Ocean to a frozen shore.

In 1947, Steve Rogers marries Peggy Carter.

In 1966, the New York Times finds the lost letters of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

(Part 1 of Not Easily Conquered)


i was found and now i don’t roam these streets by hipsterchrist

They’ve decided to start producing Bucky Bears again, now that he’s all shiny and redeemed and fighting for good on this big Avengers misfits team. “He has a little shiny gray arm,” Bucky says, wiggling the stuffed arm in question, one of the tweaks made in the new model. It takes Steve a second to realize that Bucky’s got a small smile on his face, actually looks a little bit proud around the eyes.

Or, Bucky relearns himself and how to be on a team, the rest of the Avengers try to get answers, and everyone watches too much Criminal Minds.


Out of the Dead Land by emilyenrose

Someone is building machines that look and act like people.

Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier tries to be Bucky Barnes.


I love you like rlb by tolieawake

I love you like rlb has become a well-known, accepted and valuable component of American vernacular. The meaning of the letters ‘rlb’ is unknown, but is uniformly considered to be a statement of a great romantic love, commitment and sacrifice.

It was Dernier as first said it. Steve never imagined that something like that could have survived the war and all the years in between.

In which Tony goes insane trying to figure out why that phrase affects the Cap so much, Bucky teases the press, and Steve and Bucky love each other like rlb.

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anonymous asked:

Was elvis kind to his coloured help? or was he racist towards them

Oh, my gosh…. Elvis was absolutely and 1000% kind and loving to everyone who worked for him, white and black.  I know there’s stories that try to prove he was racist–but they are all untrue.  Elvis loved people of every color, and many of the black entertainers of his time who were friends or knew him personally have had very kind things to say.


Testimonials

“He was a mild tempered, quiet, nice guy. He treated everyone the same. There have been rumors about him, saying that he said ‘The only thing blacks can do for me is shine my shoes’. Now, I don’t believe that. I never saw him act in anyway like that. I overheard one of Elvis’ friends at the time ask Elvis ‘Why do you call him ‘mister'—he’s just a barbecue guy?’ Elvis looked at him and said ‘He’s a man.’ That was the humility in his temperament. Elvis was a great man and did more for civil rights than people know. To call him a racist is an insult to us all.” –Ernest Withers

“I wasn’t just a fan, I was his brother. He said I was good and I said he was good; we never argued about that. Elvis was a hard worker, dedicated, and God loved him. Elvis and I are the only true American originals. I love him and hope to see him in heaven. There’ll never be another like that soul brother.” –James Brown

“A lot of people have accused Elvis of stealing the black man’s music, when in fact, almost every black solo entertainer copied his stage mannerisms from Elvis.” –Jackie Wilson

“Elvis was my close personal friend. He came to my Deer Lake training camp about two years before he died. He told us he didn’t want nobody to bother us.”

“He wanted peace and quiet and I gave him a cabin in my camp and nobody even knew it. When the cameras started watching me train, he was up on the hill sleeping in the cabin. Elvis had a robe made for me. I don’t admire nobody, but Elvis Presley was the sweetest, most humble and nicest man you’d want to know’.” –Muhammad Ali

“I have a respect for Elvis and my friendship. It ain’t my business what he did in private. The only thing I want to know is, ‘Was he my friend?’, ‘Did I enjoy him as a performer?’, ‘Did he give the world of entertainment something?’–and the answer is YES on all accounts. The other jazz just don’t matter. Early on somebody told me that Elvis was black. And I said ‘No, he’s white but he’s down-home’. And that is what it’s all about. Not being black or white it’s being ‘down-home’ and which part of down-home you come from.”

“On a scale of one to ten, I would rate Elvis eleven.” –Sammy Davis Jr.

“That’s my idol, Elvis Presley. If you went to my house, you’d see pictures all over of Elvis. He’s just the greatest entertainer that ever lived. And I think it’s because he had such presence. When Elvis walked into a room, Elvis Presley was in the fucking room. I don’t give a fuck who was in the room with him.”

“The big myth in the African-American community was that he said that the only thing black folks could do for him was shine his shoes and buy his records. People liked him when they were young, then said, ‘I don’t like him because he said that’, and I said, 'He never even said that’.” –Eddie Murphy

“Elvis had an influence on everybody with his musical approach. He broke the ice for all of us.” –Al Green

“I remember Elvis as a young man hanging around the Sun studios. Even then, I knew this kid had a tremendous talent.”

“He was a dynamic young boy. His phraseology, his way of looking at a song, was as unique as Sinatra’s. I was a tremendous fan, and had Elvis lived, there would have been no end to his inventiveness.” –BB King

“He faces everybody as a man. I never heard of the remark, but even so I can’t imagine Presley saying that, not knowing him the way I do.” –Duddly Brooks

“I was punching a heavy bag in a gym in L.A., and I hear a voice sing out, 'Hey, Lionel! What’s doin’?’ And it was Elvis himself. I was in awe of him, but he said he was in awe of me.” –Lionel Rose

“Describe Elvis Presley? He was the greatest who ever was, is, or will ever be.” –Chuck Berry

anonymous asked:

hey, what house do you think Natasha would be in? I thought ravenclaw, but your commentary on the whole thing is making my rethink my shit. (I also previously thought tony would be slytherin, and Steve would be hufflepuff.)

Anon I hope you’re ready for a long rambly answer that you absolutely didn’t ask for.

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anonymous asked:

If its not to much trouble could you make a steve/bucky ultimate favourite fanfics reclist

Your wish is my command, anon!!

Idk if you want top 5 or top 10, so please have 19 of my all time favourite fics instead. These are the fics that I love the most from my reclist. Some I’ve reread 192639712 times. Some left such great impression even though I didn’t read them as many times as the others, they still deserve their spot here.

Divided into two sections: canon-related (pre-cap 2 and post-cap 2), and non canon-related AU. Listed in alphabetical order. I’ve also included a list of some of my fave fic writers who write quality stevebucky fics at the end of this fic rec.

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Fly Me to the Moon

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: I love your stories :D So do you mind writing one (Draco/Reader) when after the Battle of Hogwarts his muggle-born girlfriend decides to show him muggle world. She takes him to cinema, shows him TV and phone, plays him music made by muggles. She says that both of them need vacation and it helps Draco who fights his prejudice. Thank you!

A/N: Set in 2000, 2 years after the Battle of Hogwarts. This one ended up to be shorter than I first imagined… sorry. As always, feedback is appreciated!

WARNINGS: MENTION OF DEATH OF MOVIE CHARACTER (MILD), POSSIBLE SPOILERS OF CAST AWAY MOVIE

Your name: submit What is this?

“Come on, Draco.” You rolled your eyes, pulling him towards the entrance of the cinema by the hand.

“I don’t want to see a stupid Muggle movie.” He whined, though he stopped pulling back and allowed you to drag him along.

“This is a brilliant movie!” You argued, “Tom Hanks is a brilliant actor, his acting in Saving Private Ryan was amazing!”

“It does look good,” He admitted, “but won’t our magic will interfere with it?”

“Only large amounts of magic interfere completely with electrical items. The chances of there being more than two wizards or witches at the cinema are very rare.”

“We could cause a spark, or put someone in danger!” Draco argued, looking for excuses to not watch the movie.

You sighed as you paid for the tickets of the movie Cast Away, grabbing the tickets off the worker with a smile. Draco’s arm tightened around you as the worker smiled politely back at you and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“Draco, I’ve been here countless times. Honestly, it’s fine, nothing has ever gone wrong.” 


“I knew you would cry.” You grinned as you stepped out of the cinema onto the pavement.

“Shut up, alright. I can’t believe they killed Wilson.” Draco retorted, a blush creeping onto his ears and cheeks.

“There’s no shame,” You laughed, “I cried the first time I watched the movie.”

Draco rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around your waist as you both walked the streets. The sun was beginning to set and the streetlamps glowed softly, contrasting against the red hue of the sky. The air was cool and you thanked Merlin that you had chosen to wear a light jacket.

“So what’s next on the agenda?” Draco asked, glancing at you.

“We are going home, and I am going to show you all the wonderful things about muggle inventions.” You smiled, turning your head to look at him.

“Inventions?” Draco said in an almost mocking tone.

“Now, now.” You chastised, “Muggles invented the cinema, and the television, which is a sort of smaller cinema to have in the comfort of your own home, but you get to watch millions of other shows and movies, not the one.” You replied calmly.

They made that thing for your houses?” Draco asked.

You bit back a laugh at his child-like wonder, “Yeah, but on a much smaller scale. I’ll show you when we get home.”


You leaned back into the sofa, curling up in Draco, who wrapped his arm around you, tucking you into his side. He planted a small kiss to your head as he gazed down at the phone in your hand.

“Okay, so we’ve gone over the television. This device here, is a cellular device.” You glanced up at him, “In other words, a phone. This is made by Nokia. Now, Muggles use phones to communicate with each other, it’s kind of hard to explain, but the easiest way to explain it is that everybody with a phone gets their own series of number. That become their phone number, and if someone wants to talk to them, all you do is insert those numbers using the keypad press the green button, which connects that one person to the other person’s phone, allowing you to talk to them.”

“That sounds complicated.” Draco muttered, taking the phone from your hands.

“You get used to it,” You shrugged. “Oh, the music!” The thought hit you and you grinned as you flew from your seat to the record player, picking up the first album which came to your hand. You slipped the vinyl onto the platter, turning the record player on. The stylus automatically moved, resting on the vinyl. The steady beats of the drum filled the room and you bobbed your head to the beginning of the song.

“This song is ‘Fly Me To the Moon’, covered by Frank Sinatra.” You said over the sultry tones of Frank Sinatra, “It was released in 1964 but-”

Draco had stood up from his seat with a grin, the music getting louder as he walked to you, “Dance with me.” He held out a hand.

You laughed lightly, slipping your hand into his. You both laughed as you danced, losing yourself in the music. You forgot about the world outside of the room, forgot about the pressure and problems you had in the wizarding world. You finally had gotten the escape you had been praying that today would give. The song clicked to a finish and you both chuckled lightly. Draco sighed, pulling you back to the sofa where you melted into his side as the next song began to play.

“Thank you.” Draco muttered, pressing a small kiss to your temple. 

You smiled softly, “We both needed the break, Draco.” You stated simply.

Draco sighed happily, nodding in agreement as his eyes began to droop shut. You snuggled further into Draco’s side, his arm tightening around you as he pulled you closer into him.

“Maybe these Muggles aren’t so bad after all.” Draco muttered quietly, intertwining his fingers into yours as he rested his cheek on the crown of your head. His breathing became slower and deeper, as he gradually fell asleep with his arm around you and his fingers tangled in yours.

The Unfinished Portrait

As March 1945 drew to a close, Franklin Delano Roosevelt was exhausted.  At the beginning of February, Roosevelt had attended the Yalta Conference with Winston Churchill and Josef Stalin and his appearance had shocked the foreign leaders and their aides.  In his last meeting with Churchill, on February 18, 1945, FDR was seen as a dead man walking.  Churchill’s personal doctor, Lord Moran, told a friend that Roosevelt had “only a few months to live”.

Being President of the United States for just one term is taxing enough on a young man or a healthy man.  Franklin Delano Roosevelt had been President for twelve years.  He had campaigned for the Presidency and been victorious in four national elections.  His Administration featured one of the greatest domestic crises in American History – the Great Depression – and the greatest crisis and bloodiest conflict in world history – World War II.  FDR had attacked these problems (and other issues that arose during his terms) with energy, creativity, and a relentless pursuit of victory. 

A healthy and athletic man, who stood nearly 6'2" and weighed about 200 lbs as Assistant Secretary of the Navy under Woodrow Wilson, Franklin Roosevelt had been stricken by polio in 1921.  The disease robbed him of his ability to walk and, at the time, looked as if had robbed him of a political future.  He rebounded politically, but physically, he was never the same.  Confined to a wheelchair, the muscles in his legs withered like the branches of a tree in winter.  Although he could not walk under his own power, FDR taught himself to stand while wearing heavy steel braces around his shins.  He needed the assistance of a muscular partner – sometimes one of his sons, sometimes a military aide – in order to feign the appearance of walking.  Through sheer will, however, Roosevelt learned to take a few steps without anyone’s help – a handy skill that he would show off at important campaign rallies.  But FDR no longer had the energy to show off.

Roosevelt was as gravely ill as Lord Moran suggested.  The successful 1944 Presidential campaign had severely drained his already tapped-out reservoirs of energy and stamina.  His fourth inauguration was low-key, partly because it took place in the midst of war and partly due to the President’s failing health.  Instead of at the Capitol, Roosevelt took the Oath of Office at the White House and gave his brief Inaugural Address from a balcony at the Executive Mansion.  The famously verbose Roosevelt gave the second-shortest Inaugural Address in American History.  By the time the crowd realized that he was talking, he had already finished.  Only George Washington’s four-sentence-long speech in 1793 was shorter than the address given by FDR on January 20, 1945.

FDR looked entirely different than the man who had told the nation that “the only thing we have to fear is fear itself” in 1933.  Dark circles surrounded his eyes, which seemed sunken into his skull.  Since his first Inauguration, Roosevelt had lost 40-50 pounds.  His hands shook so violently at times that some observers wondered how he was able to eat.  He smoked constantly, but rarely finished his cigarettes.  Most shocking of all, FDR no longer went to great lengths to conceal his disability.  Frail and tired, he found it almost impossible to wear the heavy braces that he long wore on his crippled legs.  On March 1, 1945, Roosevelt addressed a joint session of Congress on the results of his Yalta Conference with Churchill and Stalin.  In an unprecedented move, the President sat in a chair on the floor of the House of Representatives and apologized to Congress, beginning his speech by saying, “I hope that you will pardon me for this unusual posture of sitting down during the presentation of what I want to say, but I know that you will realize it makes it a lot easier for me not to have to carry about ten pounds of steel around on the bottom of my legs."  It was the first time that President Roosevelt had ever publicly acknowledged his physical disability.

Twelve years of the Presidency, economic depression, and war had strained Roosevelt’s health but the 14,000-mile trip to the Yalta Conference on the Black Sea had pushed FDR to the limit.  On March 30, 1945, Roosevelt arrived in Warm Springs, Georgia for a few weeks of relaxation and, hopefully, recuperation.  Roosevelt loved Warm Springs.  He had started visiting the small town in western Georgia in the 1920’s, hoping that the warm waters from the natural mineral springs nearby would help him regain the use of his legs.  When he was Governor of New York, FDR purchased a small house that he used when he visited Warm Springs.  As President, the home was called the "Little White House” and although FDR only visited it sixteen times during his Presidency, many of those trips were for 2-3 weeks each.  When his train pulled into Warm Springs at about 1:30 PM on March 30, 1945, many longtime residents said that things seemed different.  Roosevelt looked terrible and while he waved to onlookers, it was with noticeable weakness.

The first few days in Georgia were tough.  FDR was obviously ill and seemed to struggle making it through a church service on Easter Sunday.  Roosevelt also avoided his beloved Warm Springs pools, instead the President rested, caught up on sleep, and visited with guests.  The goal was for FDR to regain enough of his health to make a trip to San Francisco for the charter meeting of what would become the United Nations.  At the Little White House with Roosevelt were some personal aides, military attaches, and cousins Daisy Suckley and Polly Delano.  During his first week at Warm Springs, Roosevelt did very little work, dictating a few letters and reading briefings, stronger and more animated in the mornings and evenings but completely drained in the afternoon.  One goal for Roosevelt was to gain weight – by the time he left Warm Springs, he hoped to be up to 170 lbs.

Still, there was no noticeable improvement in FDR’s health or spirits.  Then, on April 9th, Lucy Mercer Rutherfurd arrived.  As President Wilson’s Assistant Secretary of the Navy, Franklin D. Roosevelt had become involved in a passionate love affair with his wife’s social secretary, Lucy Mercer.  It was 1918 when Eleanor Roosevelt discovered the affair between Franklin and Lucy and threatened to divorce him unless he promised never to see or speak to Lucy again.  FDR agreed to the ultimatum – an ultimatum that was backed up by his mother’s threat to cut off his inheritance if he and Eleanor were divorced as well as the fact that Franklin’s budding political career would be crushed if the affair were revealed.  The relationship between FDR and Eleanor was never again passionate or loving after the discover of the affair, but Eleanor kept her word and remained married to Franklin.  Franklin, however, didn’t keep his word to Eleanor.

The Franklin-Lucy affair probably resumed shortly after Roosevelt’s first Inauguration in 1933.  FDR and Eleanor had more of a professional relationship than personal one.  He respected the First Lady’s political viewpoints, used her as a sounding board, and tried to act on many of her suggestions.  Personally, however, there was no passion or tenderness or intimacy between the First Couple.  It was FDR and Eleanor’s eldest daughter, Anna, who rekindled Franklin’s relationship with Lucy.  She arranged for Lucy to visit the President in the White House when Eleanor was out of town.  And on April 9, 1945, Lucy Mercer Rutherfurd was in Warm Springs, Georgia visiting President Roosevelt due to Anna Roosevelt’s invitation.

FDR was so excited to see Lucy that he didn’t wait for Lucy to make the drive all the way from Aiken, South Carolina to Warm Springs.  The President and his cousin Daisy decided to meet Lucy’s car en route.  At Manchester, Georgia, 85 miles away from Warm Springs, the highway rendezvous took place.  FDR looked happier than he had in months as Lucy got into FDR’s car along with her friend, painter Elizabeth Shoumatoff.  Lucy had brought Shoumatoff along to paint a portrait of the President – a portrait that she hoped would be an improvement on the recent photographs that had made Roosevelt look “ghastly”.

For the next two days, Roosevelt and Lucy enjoyed their time together, going on small drives, eating happy meals, and sitting together while Shoumatoff prepared to paint the President’s portrait, studying photographs and making preliminary drawings.  Daisy Suckley had the opportunity to observe the unique relationship between FDR and Lucy Mercer and also had some private conversations with the President’s longtime mistress.  In her diary, Daisy recorded her thoughts about the two after she accompanied them on an automobile drive that they took:  “Lucy is so sweet with F(ranklin) – No wonder he loves to have her around – Toward the end of of the drive, it began to be chilly and she put her sweater over his knees – I can imagine just how she took care of her husband – She would think of little things which make so much difference to a semi-invalid, or even a person who is just tired, like F(ranklin).”

On April 12th, President Roosevelt woke up and ate a light breakfast.  He had a slight chill despite the warm, humid weather that day and wore his cape draped over his shoudlers throughout the early afternoon.  Roosevelt did a little bit of work, reading the Atlanta newspapers and dictating some correspondence.  Elizabeth Shoumatoff had set up her easel in the living room where the President worked behind a card table that served as his makeshift desk.  As Shoumatoff painted, FDR continued reading, and at about 1:00 PM, Roosevelt said, “We have got just about fifteen minutes more to work.”

In the quiet of the room, Daisy Suckley thought that the President had dropped his cigarette and was searching for it because his head slumped forward suddenly.  Roosevelt could barely lift his head when Daisy asked what was wrong.  He placed his left hand gently against the back of his head and, in a barely audible voice, told Daisy, “I have a terrific pain in the back of my head!”

Roosevelt quickly slipped into unconsciousness as the women in the room summoned help.  They called for a doctor who was staying in a cottage close to the Little White House and they helped two of FDR’s valets carry the President into the bedroom.  Roosevelt’s hands and feet were ice cold, but he was still breathing.  Smelling salts were administered but FDR was unresponsive.  As the doctor and aides tried to help the President, Lucy Mercer Rutherfurd and Elizabeth Shoumatoff recognized the hopelessness of the situation.  They also recognized the potential scandal that was possible if it was learned that the President collapsed in the presence of his longtime mistress.

Shoumatoff packed up all of her paints and the unfinished portrait she had been working on.  Lucy Mercer grabbed her belongings and took one last look at her beloved Franklin.  He was still alive when they left, but he was breathing laboriously and his eyes no longer recognized Lucy.  Lucy and Elizabeth Shoumatoff had been on the highway back to Aiken, South Carolina for an hour when President Franklin Delano Roosevelt died in Warm Springs at 3:35 PM.  The official cause of death was a cerebral hemorrhage.  FDR was 63 years old.

Eleanor Roosevelt was notified of her husband’s death a few minutes after 4 PM.  She summoned Vice President Harry Truman to the White House while he was having a drink at the U.S. Capitol with House Speaker Sam Rayburn.  Truman wasn’t told why he needed to hastily come to the White House, but he knew it sounded urgent.  As Truman left the Capitol, he ran into a young Congressman who questioned the Vice President about his speedy exit – that Congressman was Lyndon Johnson.

At the White House at 5:30 PM, Eleanor Roosevelt broke the news to the Vice President simply and directly:  “Harry, the President is dead."  Truman was stunned and asked what he could do for the widowed First Lady.  Eleanor smiled sadly and asked, "Is there anything we can do for you?  For you are the one in trouble now."  At 7:00 PM, Chief Justice Harlan Fiske Stone administered the Oath of Office to Truman as the 33rd President of the United States.

By that time, Eleanor was on her way to Warm Springs to claim her husband’s body.  At about midnight, she arrived at the Little White House in Georgia where she asked about her husband’s last hours.  It was then that she learned news almost as shocking as the President’s death.  Eleanor found out that FDR had been with his former mistress Lucy Mercer Rutherfurd when he was stricken.  She spent 45 minutes alone with his body, picked out the clothing for his burial, but never lost her composure despite the shocks that she experienced that day.

A funeral train returned FDR’s body to Washington, D.C. the next day.  Roosevelt was embalmed by morticians who found that the President’s arteries were so hardened that they could barely inject the embalming fluid into his body.  FDR’s body laid in state in the East Room of the White House almost 80 years to the day that Abraham Lincoln’s body rested in the very same place following his assassination.  On the 80th anniversary of Lincoln’s death – April 15, 1945 – Franklin Delano Roosevelt was buried in the garden of his beloved estate Hyde Park on the Hudson River in New York. 

Upon his death, the New York Times wrote of the deceased President, "Men will thank God on their knees a hundred years from now that Franklin D. Roosevelt was in the White House. It was his hand, more than that of any other single man, that built the great coalition of the United Nations. It was his leadership which inspired free men in every part of the world to fight with greater hope and courage. Gone is the fresh and spontaneous interest which this man took, as naturally as he breathed air, in the troubles and the hardships and the disappointments and the hopes of little men and humble people."  Elizabeth Shoumatoff’s Unfinished Portrait of President Roosevelt – which she was working on when he died – now hangs in the Little White House in Warm Springs, Georgia.

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anonymous asked:

Isn't it cute that Phil remembered those 2 songs Dan made up? :D any opinions on phil's life show? I think he seemed so calm and happy, it was nice!

Amazing younow. He seemed in such a good mood and I was actually dying of laughter so many times in the show. His brilliant and wonderfully weird brain. I’ll never get tired of listening to him talk for an hour.

AND YES OMG. Not only did he mention having Dan’s “I like bananas in the sunshine, I like bananas on the moon moon moon” song stuck in his head, he also started singing “don’t step on the glass” from rave time. I think we were just talking on my blog a few weeks ago about them always remembering and singing their old little songs they’ve made up. It seriously makes me smile so much.

I tried to take a few notes during about the other parts I liked from the show:

He seems so excited for VidCon which is awesome. I liked hearing about the reason behind their panel choices and everything. “Can you imagine Dan and Glozell together on a panel” His little laugh hahaha he found that so amusing.

“YOU’VE SEEN MY PUNS” on a t-shirt. I don’t know why I laughed as hard as I did.

Ambivert extravert or introvert discussion was so interesting. I’ve always thought of him as an introvert and he seemed to think that fit most closely until he realized he was probably kind of inbetween. Which I can also see. I just love when he talks about personality traits (like the time he listed off which parts of his zodiac sign fit him). He’s such a tough egg to crack when it comes to that kind of info so I cherish the times he gives us some extra insight into the way he thinks.

Cute Louise discussion about being bathbomb twins. He had texted her that he was now a “ human sprinkle of glitter” (HE WOULD) after using that bathbomb and getting glitter everywhere. 

ANOTHER HOUSE PLANT. Get this man his garden oasis for god’s sake. The whole house is gonna turn into a plant if he keeps continuing lol. Anyways, welcome to the world “plant susan.” Hope you didn’t cause any more domestic arguments between your dads.

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