#nerdy orange steve

[stevesbipanic]

@steddieangstyaugust Day 25: Soulmates

Steve had spent his whole life looking for his soulmate. As a child he'd love to read the fairytales of how two people would kiss and the world would burst into colour.

As he grew older he earned the title of player by making his way through the female population of Hawkins High, treating girls to a magical date night and sealing the deal at the end with a kiss.

He'd never been on a second date until Nancy. She wasn't swayed by his easy moves, insisting on being treated right before finding out if they were soulmates, wanted to like him for him and not date first. Maybe if they'd shared their first kiss earlier they wouldn't have been so disappointed up in Steve's room while Barb got killed.

He hadn't wanted to make the same mistake with Robin as he had with Nancy, he knew he liked her, he couldn't help but tell her in that bathroom.

"I wish platonic soulmates existed."

"Don't love you any less, soulmate or lesbian, you're still my Birdie."

With Robin the world seemed less black and white in its own special way. If he could decide he thinks robins laugh would be like yellow, her smile like orange and her heart as red as red could be. Maybe, one day Robin would find her soulmate and tell him all about the colours around them.

He stopped looking for his soulmate, he was content. He had the kids, he had Robin, he was ok. He didn't need to think about dreams or fairytales anymore.

He wished he'd kept looking.

He wished he had a time machine, could go back to freshman year and tell young Steve to just kiss everyone in school, everyone, especially that dorky metalhead who's loud and nerdy and so so pretty even if he won't admit it.

If he had kept searching maybe he could've avoided this.

He could've avoided their first kiss being through CPR.

Steve thinks for the rest of his life his favourite colour will be the deep brown of Eddie's eyes.

His least favourite would be the red blood that matches the colour of the sky.

He thinks he could've loved green if it was a grassy field they laid in and not the burnt green of this hellscape.

Black somehow seems darker here.

He wished they could be under a bright blue sky, with a shining yellow sun.

He now knows bruises could be purple and orange.

He thinks Eddie's cheeks would look prettier pink instead of a pale white.

Most of all, he thinks the worst colour of all, is the grey he watched it all turn again, before he even had the chance to say goodbye.

[mad-raptorzzz]

random roller coasters and the WOF dragon I associate them with

yeah it’s me your boy smashing together two of my unrelated interests again. Little to no explanation here. Just based on vibes

SteVe: SandWing, has a cool metal tail prosthetic that shoots projectiles, wears a cowboy hat

maverick: SandWing/SkyWing hybrid, small and fast, wears a cowboy hat too, and a cool bandana

Millenium Force: IceWing. Cool calm collected. Elegant. Seems strong up front, but is actually very gentle.

Top Thrill 2: pure Skywing. Built for speed. Red with black and white aspects. Wears cool goggles. Part of a racing team.

Gatekeeper: IceWing/Skywing. Very graceful, not very powerful. Has a big key necklace, mans the ice wall

Rougarou: MudWing/Leafwing/IceWing. Giant fluffy swamp monster. Stole territory from a HiveWing a while ago no one really likes them. Very gruff and grumbly.

Great Bear: MudWing/NightWing/IceWing. Giant fluffy monster. Lives in a cave and is purely nocturnal.

Stormrunner: pure Skywing. Very speedy, a bit cocky but can back it up. Can do cool tricks like barrel rolls.

Skyrush: SkyWing/SeaWing. Very SkyWing heavy, but has the colors of a SeaWing. Cocky but can’t back it up. Low key very uncomfortable to be around because they’re kind of a jerk

Laff Trak: RainWing. Trying their best and actually doing pretty good. But watch out, they have a dark side.

Fury 325: HiveWing/IceWing. Super fast and powerful. Blue poison breath. Has tail stinger too.

Pantherian: RainWing/SkyWing. Lives in the jungle. Is wicked fast in the trees and is unmatched at races in tight spaces. Skywing father was a renowned Skywing racer.

Iron Gwazi: SeaWing/Mudwing. Big, powerful, fast. Can and will snap your neck when asked. Super cool purple green color scheme. Very crocodile like with neat tiger stripes.

Cheetah Hunt: Leafwinf/Skywinf/RainWing. Thinks they’re a bit faster than they truly are. But are a ton of fun. Neat little spots. Is a naturalist and observes wildlife.

Pantheon: HiveWing/Skywing. Quick witted and very smart. Great at building. Has cute nerdy glasses.

Verbolten: leafwinf. Poisonwing, lives alone in the jungle and kid naps dragonets to use for…something.

Darkoaster: NightWings. Very spooky. Loves ghost stories. Lives in the weird nightwing ruins, but purposefully keeps them as ruins.

Kingda Ka: an ancient Skywing/Silkwing prince hybrid. Well loved by all tribes for their speed and grace. Taken down in their prime with no warning.

El Toro: SandWing/HiveWing/SkyWing. Gritty and tough. Will jerk you around. Doesn’t take well to weaklings. But if you’re on their good side. You’re set for life.

Phantom’s Revenge: NightWing. His name is phantom’s revenge, you killed his father, prepare to die.

Thunderbolt: Elderly Skywing. A bit rickety in the wings, but still quick. Goes by old racing name Pippin to good friends.

Jack Rabbit: RainWing/Sandwing. Cute and fun. Wears meet fur cloaks. Is very good at jumping.

Iron Menace: SandWing/HiveWing. Old beyond their years. Literally, they look older than they should. Too much time by the fire they tend as a blacksmith I guess. Had a bad right wing leading to jilted flying.

Talon: SkyWing. Just a cool SkyWing. Nothing fancy, but fast and smooth flyer.

Mako: SeaWing. Very good swimmer. Has a pet shark.

Icebreaker: SeaWing/Icewing. Very good at breaking up ice flows and hunting walruses and seals. Wears cute orange colored furs when not swimming.

Pipeline: SeaWing/RainWing. Like cowabunga dude. Totally wicked cool. Legit surfs

[incorrectstevesagaquotes]

Nerdy Orange Steve: Petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday.

Funny Orange Steve: Wednesay.

Nerdy Orange Steve: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible.

[muertawrites]

Holy moly whiever came up qith that nerdy unassuming girl is a genius! Would LOVE to see it as Fic, like I am manifesting that s*** right now! :*

Loveeee you btw and your works!

me? u love... me? 🥹 i love u too and just for that u get a fic <33333333

... well. it might not be a fic per say but an extended drabble? we'll see how it turns out. but i've been listening to superfruit by maude latour pretty much on repeat and it reminds me so much of this concept. like i feel like eddie would make her feel exactly like what the song describes. just... floaty. contemplative. happy.

anyway. it's gonna be a sweet one.

warnings: some explicit descriptions of s*x and dr*gs. minors dni.

Small Talk (Eddie Munson x Reader)

(HIS FUCKINF SMILE I AM IN LOVE)

Eddie Munson is like a shot of whiskey. He makes you feel warm. Buzzy. He shatters your inhibitions and makes everything feel easier. More exciting. Even on a lazy summer morning, leaned against the counter in his uncle's trailer, watching him sip a half-full glass of orange juice while he actually reads an article in last month's issue of Playboy, he makes you feel like you're floating.

He glances up at you, smirking fondly when he catches you staring.

"Enjoying the view, sweetheart?" he teases.

You smile, unable to help yourself. He has no idea how beautiful he is.

"Yes," you admit.

---

Your friends hate him. They hate that you're never around because you're always with him, coming home every other night to find three more messages on the answering machine wondering why the hell you waste so much time with him. Why you're acting so weird since meeting him. Why you've let him change you. But you haven't - at least not in the way they think.

Eddie brings out the parts you love most about yourself; parts that before him, you were too afraid to let show. You're sick of small talk with your friends, unable to gush about the things that ignite your passion, that are hard to put into words, that everybody feels but nobody will admit to. Things that Eddie eats up when you spill them out and reciprocates without hesitation.

You've started deleting the messages before you even listen to them.

Steve says you look prettier. Robin agrees. You've been smiling more, wearing clothes that fit you better, not caring as much about your makeup - abandoning it completely most days. You mention wanting to dye your hair and Eddie convinces you to do it, the color strange but suiting you.

Steve says you finally look like you. The you he knows best.

Sex used to scare you. You used to fear the idea of someone seeing your body in full, getting close to the little imperfections you fret over in the mirror. The idea of your desires used to make you feel dirty. Guilty. But intimacy with Eddie is as easy as breathing. You tease each other, spark each other on until you can't handle it anymore with something as simple as a smile. A chaste kiss to your neck. Wearing that dress he likes. Leaning over your car's engine, hair knotted behind his head, trying to figure out what that weird sound was. Everything he does is sexy to you. He adores your body, savoring the feel of your plush thighs against his rough palms, gripping your love handles in the throes of an orgasm, trailing kisses along the stretch marks on your stomach. You never feel bad about the things he does to you - that you do to him - because they're too fun. And you trust him. He makes you feel immensely loved, even when you let him use you for his own pleasure (something you still haven't admitted to him you enjoy more than anything).

You love doing boring things with him. You sit on the sidewalk outside 7-Eleven, sharing a beer or a slushee, listening to a mixtape he made for you just that morning, basking in the heat rising up from the pavement. You share opposite ends of a lounge chair at the public pool, not swimming, but reading in the sunshine and kissing like you're the only ones around. He slips his hand under your tank top and kisses the back of your neck. Everybody stares, wondering how someone they looked over so easily in the past, who avoided any kind of prolonged attention, could be so comfortable sitting in the lap of the town pariah.

One night, Eddie sneaks you in to the pool after closing. You skinny dip and gaze at the stars, pointing out constellations to him and retelling the myths that inspired them. He barely looks up at the sky for how he gazes at you.

Eddie likes to smoke with you. Even though you've never enjoyed getting high, he loves just having the time to spend with you, curled up in the back of his van in a random parking lot, giggling as the weed makes him mellower and mellower. He gets stoned enough that he calls you an angel, a goddess. That you taste better than the Super Fruit gum he chews to keep the stench of cigarettes out of his mouth. You call him a sap. He calls you gorgeous.

Jason Carver buys from him once while you're hanging out together, sneering over at you while you lean against the side of Eddie's van. Eddie tries to keep you out of deals, but Jason approached you, and money is tight. Despite being a literal psychopath, Jason is a big spender.

"You really are sick, you know," he spits at Eddie as he hands over the cash he owes. "Corrupting innocent girls like her."

Eddie glances back at you, sharing a knowing smirk.

"She's not so innocent," he says. "I'm starting to think she might've corrupted me."

Jason makes a comment about how you're a whore, a cheap slut who's only with Eddie because he's the only one who would give you any attention; the only one who would willingly spread her legs for him.

Eddie immediately snaps, punching Jason so hard he breaks his nose. The ensuing fight is vicious. Jason gives you a bloody lip when you force yourself in between them, pinning your arm against Eddie's chest so he doesn't do any worse. You know he can, and he will if it means protecting you.

"Cut the shit, Carver," you threaten. "You don't want your parents to find your body hanging from the tree in their front yard tomorrow morning."

The man laughs bitterly at you.

"That coward wouldn't kill me," he quips.

"Maybe not. But I would."

Suddenly the time you accidentally backed your car into him feels different.

Jason leaves you alone after that. Eddie can't stop leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your neck as you try to clean his bloody knuckles.

---

Eddie finishes reading, sauntering into the kitchen to place his now empty glass in the sink. He curls his arms around you, giving you a toothy grin as he grips the fabric of his t-shirt that wraps around your curves. You run your hand up his back, and he hums happily into your kiss.

"Stay with me," you whisper.

"Always," he promises.

i'm v extra and i made a mood playlist for this

🌹💀get your eddie fix💀🌹

[billy-hardgrove]

One time.

He only came to visit him in the hospital the one time.

In the months following the incident at Starcourt Billy had been bed bound in his hospital room. He had barely survived, his body nearly ripped asunder; and the only visitors he was allowed were family, or people in the “know” of what really happened there.

Which was fine with him, he didn’t imagine many other people would have come to see him.

For the first two weeks Max was a no show, and he couldn’t exactly blame her. But one day she sheepishly poked her head in through the door, and as soon as she saw Billy’s broken body she burst into tears and barely left his side.

They argued a lot. About dumb shit. And it always put a smile on his face.

Steve was there as soon as he was able, as soon as he’d healed enough to walk without getting light-headed. He was another near permanent fixture to Billy’s bedside. They talked, they watched TV, they read together, they sampled the hospital food and bitched about it. They had started getting close before everything went to hell, and Steve seemed adamant on picking up where they left off.

The rest of the party visited from time to time. At first he thought they felt some sort of obligation to come and see him, because of Steve and Max, but over time they began to pop in on their own. They’d bring him snacks, or fill him in on what was going on around town during his absence. And even though he had zero inclination in playing their nerdy little game, they still helped him build his own character. He had no idea what any of it meant, but they said he was a Fighter, and for some stupid reason that had choked him up.

Even Susan came at least once a week. She was worried he wasn’t eating properly there, and they had developed a… silent agreement that she would come in, dry wash his hair, style it a little, and then leave; all without saying a word.

She was far from being a mother to him. But she was getting there. It actually felt like she cared.

But of all the people in his life, the one person who should have been there the most was there the least. And it hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. Despite everything they’d gone through, he still thought his father would visit every day. He had to, right? It was his responsibility.

But he only visited the one time.

Two months after Starcourt, two months stuck in a lifeless, clinical room. Two months of lonely nights filled with the sounds of echoing footsteps out in the hall, and the constant beeping of the machines keeping him alive. Only then did Neil come to see his son with news.

“We’re leaving Hawkins.”

“Huh?” Blood rushed to his head, he’d sat up too quickly upon hearing that. His father had that same cold, stern look on his face he always did. He didn’t repeat himself. “Wh- where? Why didn’t Susan say anything? Max?”

“They’re not coming with us.” The color drained from his face, and his heart sank into his stomach. Why did that hit him so hard?

“What are you talking about? Why…?” Some of that old fire ignited inside him, his brows furrowing into the meekest of scowls, but one that Neil still picked up on. The older man narrowed his eyes and approached the side of Billy’s bed, the teen shrinking back against the pillow propping him up. The reaction was enough for Neil to ease up. Even now he had to remind Billy of his place.

“They don’t want to leave. They want to stay in this… cursed town.” The corner of Neil’s mouth twitched up into a sneer, an expression that Billy recognized in himself. The thought of being anything like his father made him sick to his stomach, he had to turn away, stare out the window at the expanse of reds and oranges streaking over the early evening sky. Of course, Neil came near the end of visiting time, spend as little time here as possible. “This place has been nothing but trouble since we got here. It almost killed you.” There was no concern in his voice, he was merely stating a fact; not lamenting the fate that almost befell his son.

“I like it here.” The words stumbled from Billy’s mouth and took them both by surprise. His head jerked back around to Neil, eyes wide with anticipation, unsure how the older man would take that.

“Excuse me?” His voice was quiet. Still. That calm before the storm that Billy was all too familiar with. He so rarely actually raised his voice, his rage was always expressed in other ways. The sort of ways that left Billy black and blue.

“I said I like it here. I don’t wanna leave.” As he stared into his father’s eyes his mind flashed back to that night. Glaring defiantly up at that mass of flesh and teeth. He took on a literal monster. It tore into his body, broke his mind in half. It did far more damage than the man before him ever did. So why was he still so scared of him?

“You’re my son, and you’ll do as I say.” Another step closer to the bed, closer to Billy. His eyes instinctively darted down towards his father’s hand; already clenched into a fist. He wouldn’t… not here. He couldn’t get his son to lie away the extra bruises this time. “Susan and Max can stay here and rot for all I care. I thought you wanted to leave.”

“Don’t pretend like you’re doing this for me!” He snapped, his head spinning from the sudden lurch upwards; his own fists gripping tightly at the bedsheets, the only thing protecting him from his father’s rage. “Shit got fucked again and you want to high tail and start again! I know people are saying the mall fire was my fault.” The accusation brought a grimace to his face. Arson. Better that than the truth, right? But the fact still remained that he was being blamed him for the death of all those people. It was the only reason his father wanted to leave. To get away from the shame. “Surprised you want to take me at all.”

“I don’t.”

All that previous bravado was gone in a second; Billy’s eyes wide, his ears ringing.

“...What?”

“I don’t want to take you. You’re eighteen now, I could just leave you here. Susan seems content enough making you her problem. I think I’ve suffered the shame you bring long enough.”

Billy’s mouth opened, but all he could manage was a croak from his throat as it desperately choked back a sob. This wasn’t real. His father wasn’t actually saying all of this. He couldn’t.

“I was trying to do the right thing. But if you want to stay here? That’s just one less thing for me to worry about. One less mouth to feed.” The older man took a deep, exasperated breath and rubbed a hand over his face; a quick glance over his shoulder towards the door before he looked back to the blonde and gave him a look that almost stopped his heart.

Cold. Uncaring. There wasn’t even a trace of love in that steely gaze. No violence. No anger. Just a tired man who had so flippantly washed his hands of his own son right then and there.

“D-Dad… I-” He had to cut himself off again, the tightness in his throat gripping him again. He could already feel his eyes getting wet, but he was well practiced in holding back his tears. “I don’t… understand.” A coldness crept over him, one he hadn’t felt since his time under the Mindflayer’s influence. This was a trick, it had to be. The damn thing wasn’t dead, it was still-

“You can change your mind. You can follow me, if you like. But know this: if you do? You’ll obey me without question. I’ve given you far too much freedom here, and look where it’s gotten you.” The older man stared down his nose at his son, the look of disdain on his face was at least a small comfort for Billy. Something more familiar. He would rather his father be disappointed in him than feel nothing at all.

“Yes sir.” There was nothing else to say, was there? He wanted to stay, and Neil wanted to go. Hawkins felt as though it were in his veins now, as much as the black blood that still invaded his body. This place had changed him. Could he go anywhere else? Maybe he belonged here now, with the other freaks, the other ghosts, the other monsters. The real ones.

Not the one standing next to his bed.

No other words were spoken. No goodbyes, no protests. Just the sound of those heavy footsteps as they walked out of Billy’s room, out of his life. And when the door clicked close he finally broke. At first just a single tear ran down his cheek, and then that sob finally pushed up from his chest like he was about to be sick. And he began to cry. A pillowed snatched up and clutched to his chest, face buried into it as he balled and trembled.

Why did everyone leave him?

They were his parents. They were supposed to love him. But now they were both gone.

At least that night, there was another sound to keep him company. His quiet, muffled sobs and hiccups as he cried himself to sleep.

[onsunnyside]

if all the guys had a choice for the reader to be anything but a bunny, what animal would they choose?

other than a fluffy bunny 🥺 I’ll try bc I love this question 🤓, let’s thot:

mini drabbles below with Lloyd, Jake Jensen, Ari, Steve, Ransom, Andy and Curtis !!

Puppy!reader 🐶

Lloyd: totally inspired by my petplay wip called puppy love - big bad Lloyd is very strict and disciplines his dumb little pup. He locks her in a cage if she's being mouthy and teaches her everything she knows bc she’s just an airhead. she's always on her best behaviour when his friends are over bc whenever she's a good pup, she gets some yummy 'treats' from her daddy's friends.

Jake: sweet nerdy bf jake would love a hyperactive puppy!reader who is always up for snuggles and treats, bothers him under his desk, begging and whining for attention. no cages here (for punishment anyway, he's too much of a soft daddy for that), but there is one that's more like a tent with fairylights that you hide in, it has all of your favourite blankets, stuffies, and some of Jake’s clothes. And lovesick jake would drop all of his work and games for a cuddle session with his favourite girl that seems to always lead to special playtime.

Cub!reader 🐻

Ari: obviously Ari needs a little cub 🫶 she’s sleepy, loves snacking and being cozy (lots of cuddles by the fireplace) and is practically his personal chef !! he eats a lot and somehow she always knows what he’s craving before he does. he tries all her new recipes and will even help sometimes if he isn’t working. for their first date, me think they made homemade pizza 😌 and to be a little cheesy, they were in the shape of hearts ❤️

Kitten!reader 🐱

Steve: inspired by this drabble - Steve’s kitten is cute and quiet, and perfect for his quaint life. she takes naps in the sun while he works, will come to him whenever he calls and is just so so sensitive !! if he doesn’t say “I love you” before he leaves for work, she’ll cry all day. return of "the puffier it is, the better it tastes" is what he says about her clit, he'll play with her while she sits on his lap, or just flip up her dress whenever he's hungry. most times, he doesn't even let her finish, bc he loves when she cries and her kitty nub gets all swollen.

Ransom: sweater daddy loves his dumb kitten who doesn’t know any better 😪 she takes everything he says as truth and kisses the ground he walks on. he tugs on her tail, pulls her ears and spanks her whenever she's being bad. poor dummy doesn't even notice her daddy is putting her up for failure with his many convoluted rules, just bc he wants an excuse to punish her and her little kitty button.

Lamb!reader 🐑

Andy: I’m getting very much lonely daddy vibes from Andy but he’s also a very important public figure (a senator ??) and can’t let the world know he bought a hybrid bc it definitely doesn’t fit his charismatic and moral persona. His baby lamb is so quiet, doesn’t even speak to him for the first few weeks, more so just follows him around silently and lingers in the doorway. Until one day, he gets home hours late bc of a flight delay. it’s storming bad and when he walks in she’s crying by the front door and tackles him the moment she sees him bc the power went out, she’s cold and alone and finally realized how much andy really means to her 🥹🫶

Fox!reader 🦊

Curtis: now ofc this is set in some cold and snowy forest, Curtis returns home after a hunt to see his home broken into. And what do you know !! there’s a little thing napping in his bed, she’s got pointy orange ears and a fluffy fluffy tail. me thinks similar to my Hunter!Curtis x bunny!reader au but with a mischievous fox!reader instead. fox!reader always causes trouble and will escape the cabin no matter how much he barricades it bc “I’m strong! I survived this long without you” but Curtis obviously knows better 🙄 “ya little dumb fox. stay inside before the wolves get you”

Bonus character—Pain Hustlers sleazy daddy: I know almost nothing about this man but he wants a kitten or a bunny. I just know it.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 990

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Year posted - 2022

Without warning the floor gave way beneath Bucky and (Y/n)'s feet. One minute standing in the kitchen of her apartment talking, then the next they were falling through a bright blue portal. Bucky landed on his feet with a loud thump, swiftly catching (Y/n) in his arms before she could fall to the floor. "What the fuck?" A male voice called from behind the two hero's, Bucky simply turned around with (Y/n) still in his arms. "Who are you?" A second male asked as he approached the shorter male, the both of them sharing a look before looking back to the hero's. "I'm Bucky, and this is (Y/n)." He introduced as he finally sat (Y/n) down onto her feet.

The strangers both frowned at the sight of Bucky's metal arm. "You are?" (Y/n) inquired with a small tilt of her head. "I'm Sam, and this is my brother-" The taller male introduced, only for the other to cut him off. "It's Dean, Sweetheart." He winked at her, making her chuckle softly. "Right." Bucky cut in, crossing his arms. "Mind telling us where we are exactly?" He glanced to Sam, having a sneaking suspicion that he'd be the most helpful. "Our bunker." Dean tilted his head in a mocking manner as he looked to Bucky, who only arched a brow at him. "I'm aware of that, spent enough time in them to be able to spot as much. I mean what city, state, country... Hell universe even." Bucky grumbled.

(Y/n) gently bumped her hip against his, not very pleased with him getting so worked up so quickly. "We're in Lebanon, Kansas. USA." Sam explained. "But I don't know about the universe thing?" He frowned at the mere thought of what that would imply. "You got superheros in this universe?" (Y/n) asked Dean, who chuckled, assuming she was toying with them. "Like comic book superheros?" Sam asked. "Yeah like comic book superheros." (Y/n) agreed, feeling a bit hopeful that they were still in their own universe. "Wait, you're serious?" Dean chuckled, only to hiss when Sam elbowed his side. "What like Captain America?" He asked after glaring at Sam.

"Yeah exactly! He's a friend of ours!" She beamed with hope, making Dean and Sam's hearts break a little. "I'm sorry... But those ore just stories here." Sam frowned when her face dropped. "Hold on you're trying to tell me you two are from the Marvel universe?" Dean asked with both confusion, and astonishment. "Well we ain't exactly your average Joe and Mary." Bucky pointed out, holding up his metal arm to prove his point. "What about you Sweetheart, you got any metal pieces?" Dean asked (Y/n), who shook her head with a small smile. "Woah." Sam and Dean breathed out together as her torso began to glow orange, like that of a dragon ready to bellow its enemies in flames.

"I can manipulate fire and water." She explained as the light died down, a proud smile stretching across her face. "Wait, you actually look pretty familiar." Sam mused aloud before looking closer at Bucky's arm. "Wasn't this thing silver, with a red Soviet star?" He asked, to which Bucky shrugged. "That was my old arm, it got ripped off, and this is my replacement." He held his arm out again, turning it over for them to admire momentarily. "You're the Winter Soldier." Sam chuckled finally realizing who he was from the movies. "I was." Bucky clarified with a scowl at the mention of his past.

"And you are the Empress, right?" Sam asked (Y/n) who ducked her head at the mention of her silly heroine name. "Afraid so." She chuckled softly, surprised he knew who she was. Because in her universe she wasn't anyone important, just a mutual friend of Steve and Bucky's, that just happens to have powers. "Wow Sammie, I didn't think you could get anymore nerdy." Dean taunted with a chuckle, making Sam roll his eyes. "You've seen their movies to jackass, you just don't remember." Sam countered, in turn making Dean roll his eyes.

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A Few Days Later

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Bucky woke from his nightmare filled sleep with a startle, sitting up from his makeshift bed on the motel floor. His dog tags clanking together softly, and sweat lightly gleamed on his chest, his breathing was labored, and his mind was still reeling from the fact that it was only a dream. (Y/n) moved from her place on the second bed in the room, Sam watching from the first bed, and Dean from the couch, as she padded across the small room to Bucky's side. "You okay Buck?" She asked softly, unaware that the others were already awake, and not wanting to disturb them. Shifting from one foot to the other as she waited for Bucky's response.

"Y-yeah I'm alright." His voice cracked due to how dry his throat had become. (Y/n) nodded before slipping into the small kitchenet and grabbed a bottle of water. Cursing softly when she stubbed her toe on a chair as she walked back to Bucky. "You okay?" He asked with a hint of a smile, happily accepting the water she offered him. "I'm fine." She waved him off, but before she could walk back to her bed, Bucky quickly caught her wrist in his metal hand, his hold gently and almost timid. "Yeah Buck?" She inquired, turning back to face him again. "Will you lay with me? At least until I fall asleep?" He asked with sad puppy eyes.

"Of course James." She smiled softly, his sad expression softening at the use of his first name. "Good, cause I wasn't gonna let you go anyways." He smiled with a playful gleam in his eyes. She rolled her eyes at him, inhaling a gasp of surprise when he quickly pulled her down into his lap, trying desperately to suppress her giggles so she wouldn't bother the brothers. Who in turn rolled their eyes in annoyance at the display of affection. Bucky pulled her flush against his chest, and nuzzled his nose into her hair, hugging her before he spoke again. "Thank you (Y/n)... You laying with me keeps my nightmares at bay." He mumbled softly, giving her another light squeeze before laying back down.

(Y/n) lay on top of him, with her arms around his shoulders, and her face buried into his neck. "I know Buck, you're welcome." She murmured before they both slipped into a peaceful sleep, unmoving until morning came around, and Dean dramatically dropped a book onto a nearby table. An annoyed scowl on his and Sam's faces as they observe the two hero's, who practically jumped into action at the sudden noise Dean made. "Sorry, slipped from my hand." He gave a false sheepish smile. "It's okay." (Y/n) mumbled as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, beelining for the bathroom afterwards.

As they got ready for the day ahead, (Y/n) sat beside Bucky as they both slipped on their boots. "You know, I miss your shaggy hair." She mused casually as she laced up, her words making Bucky chuckle. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" He asked with amusement. "I liked playing with it, it was fun having more to run my fingers through." She expressed before running her fingers through his now short hair. "Maybe I'll let it grow back out then." He murmured while leaning into her touch. The pair unaware of the glares Dean and Sam were casting at the elder man. "Hey Bucky aren't you like a hundred years old by now?" Sam asked suddenly, giving a small smile when the pair looked to him.

"A hundred and five actually." He shrugged. "And looking good Sweetface." (Y/n) cut in as she bumped her shoulder with his, grinning at him. "I've been wondering. What kind of name is Bucky?" Dean asked as suddenly as Sam had. "It's just an old nickname, my real name is James." He frowned with slight confusion, what's gotten into these guys lately? "How the hell did you get a nickname like that?" Dean pried, but Bucky only chuckled softly. "It's a long story, and I think we have some monster to be hunting right now anyways." Bucky pointed out, while (Y/n) hummed in agreement. "Yeah I'm eager to see what we're up against." She mused with a small smile.

"Don't get to excited Sweetheart, this ain't some game." Dean shot, coming off a bit harsher than he had intended. "Trust me she can handle herself just fine, if anything is you two we should be worried about." Bucky sassed, not liking the way Dean had spoken to her. "Okay I'm drowning in testosterone here fellas, reel it in and shut up already, we've got work to do." (Y/n) huffed in annoyance, before walking out of the motel room. "What exactly are you two?" Dean asked before anyone else had a chance to do anything.

"That's none of your business Winchester." Bucky hissed with glare, rising from his seat on the bed, and squaring his shoulders, showing off just how big he is. "We'll see about that." Dean hummed before walking out. "You got something to say?" Bucky asked Sam, who chose to bite his tongue. "Nope." Sam shook his head before following after (Y/n) and Dean. A sigh escaped Bucky when he was left alone, frustrated that they were suddenly being so hostile with him. When he exit the motel room he rolled his eyes at the sight of Dean and Sam standing on either side of (Y/n), chatting away without a care in the world.

This was gonna be a long day... Bucky could only hope that you'd both be able to find your way back to your universe soon. There was only so much shit he'll take before lashing out, and doing something he'd end up regretting, courtesy of his Winter Soldier days.

[steve-rogers-new-york]

Recipe Advent Calendar - Day 1

Happy Holidays!

To celebrate the season, I am doing 12-days of seasonal recipes from the 14th to the 25th December. These are recipes published in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle newspaper during the period that Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes lived in Brooklyn in the early 20th century.

Christmas Cake Tips

Christmas cake recipes are many and varied. Some of them have been handed down from mother to daughter for generations. It is worth noting that many of these old standbys contain brandy, not so much for flavoring, since most of the taste is lost in the cooking, but because brand added to the keeping quality of the cake. Slow cooking is the rule for success in all fruit cakes. Tried and true recipes would have you steam the cake first and then bake them to a cake texture. You may cook the cake in almost any shape and any size tin—coffee or baking powder tins, loaf or square pans. Whichever type you use, follow the method of topping the tins with heavy wax paper. Leave this covering on during the steaming and all but the last half hour of the baking. In this way the cake will not become too brown. After the cakes are cooled, wrap them in wax paper and store them in the tins in which they were baked. A neat and easy trick that makes for successful storage is to top the tin a sheet of heavily-waxed paper. Put this package in a moderate oven until the wax on the paper has melted. Remove it from the oven and press the waxed paper around the edge of the container. As the pan cools, the melted wax will harden and make a perfect seal over your cakes. This wax paper may be removed every week or so, while you add an additional spoonful of grape juice or wine for additional flavor, and reseal until the next time.

Early American Fruit Cake

2 tablespoons cinnamon 1/2 teaspoon cloves 1 teaspoon nutmeg 4 cups sifted flour 2 cups shortening 2 cups sugar 1 tablespoon grated orange ring 12 eggs, well beaten 1 pound of seeded raisins 2 pounds currents 1 pound pitted dates, chopped 1 pound citron, shredded 3/4 cup brandy or sherry 3/4 cup rose water Prepare the fruit the day before mixing the cake. The next day mix and sift the flour and spices; mix with the prepared fruits. Cream the shortening until soft and smooth, gradually add sugar, creaming until fluffy; beat in orange rind and eggs. Gradually stir in flour and fruit mixture alternately with the combined brandy and rose water. Turn into greased loaf pans lined with waxed paper and gain greased. Fill the pans three-quarters full. Cover the tops with waxed paper and steam one hour, then bake at 250 degrees about three hours, depending on the size of the baking pan. The one-pound loaf takes three hours, while the two-pound will take about four and a half. Remove the wax paper the last half hour of baking. The recipe yields ten pounds of fruit cake.

The recipe appeared in the Monday 24 November 1941 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle.

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Words: 745 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Fluff, Humor, extreme nerding, Reluctant Fondness Summary: prompt: you bought me a SWORD? OH MAN IM GONNA BE SO DANGEROUS

“To be crystal—just like, super-super-suuuuper clear on this—this is not a toy for the bedroom.”

“Think we could work it in if we really tried. Mean, I have the imagination. You have the tenacity and right kind of upper arm strength.”

“No, what I have is the receipt.”

“Outdoor use only.” Eddie says, with a smirk and dramatic bow. “As you wish, your majesty.”

Then he’s fucked off in a run before Steve can actually tell him to. The long sword he unsheathes glitters in the morning sun as he moves it about his head and thrusts towards the mangy looking orange tree in their backyard. His arm shakes a little with the weight of it at first, but then he fixes his footing and growls. Steve rolls his eyes, because, there it is—that confirmation that he’s not going to be talking to his Eddie for at least another half-hour or so, but to whatever fantasy character he’s cooked up and serving as he talks nerd to a branch that apparently caused insult to the House of Munson or whatever, and must pay for its transgressions.

Several oranges fall in battle, but one brave soldier makes it out of the chaos and rolls its way towards Steve. Steve takes watch on the porch, leaning against the railing as he starts to peel. He smiles around a just ripe orange wedge, watching his guy be the worst kind of ridiculous. God, now Eddie’s delivering a rally speech and Steve must have missed something because when then hell did he have time to call in back up?

It’s several more minutes and he’s done with the orange when Eddie’s going on about the glory of the brotherhood and the renewed strength of the kingdom and blah and blah. And blah. Then Eddie’s truly well and done, swinging the sword across his left side before his right, and then slashing it swiftly across like he’s clearing off someone’s head. Another branch and two oranges are lost this time. He stands there with a very concerning look of mischief and excitement, inspecting the black-suede wrapped around the handle and the carvings of phoenix on fire at its hilt.

“Hands down the best gift I’ve gotten in years. Shit, it’s so cool.” Eddie laughs in delight. “Fuck, it’s beautiful.”

“Jesus.” Steve says with a shake of his head, but he’s smiling. He may not get it, but he loves that nerdy ass laugh that his gift has earned.

“Sorry about the tree.” Eddie says quickly.

“Don’t sweat it.” Steve shrugs. “Been meaning to find a way to trick you into yard work for months.”

“Point for Harrington.” Eddie says, using his free hand to thread his fingers into Steve’s.

“Which one?” Steve asks, playing with the silver ring he gifted Eddie a few years back.

“The original.” Eddie says, bringing their hands to his mouth and kissing into them. But then he jogs backward a few paces and returns to admiring his sword.

[ghost-proofbaby]

❤️ sunset orange: tell me a lil about yourself, and i'll ship you with one of the characters i'm writing about this time around and give you a song that would be "your song" for the two of you!

Hi hi i had to ask my best friend to tell me about me cause I'm bad at that lol

" you're a little shy but you love to have fun and laugh with the people you love and trust "

"Ur also a nerd into books and movies"

I also love watching horror movies and reading romcom books.

Not much to me I'm afraid

hello friend! i feel that, whenever someone asks me to describe myself i just turn to my best friend lol. you sound like an incredible person tho even based on just that! anyone who's a nerd is a friend in my book (especially with horror movies and romcom books!)

now, at first, i was thinking eddie. because i mean, who doesn't love eddie with a shy partner who can match his nerdy? the man would cherish them. but then i thought about it... and... please, hear me out.

because i ship you with steve harrington.

allow me to explain.

steve with nerds is the way to me heart. that boy clearly has such a soft spot for them, and i love that first glance dichotomy of a jock with a nerd. but then it goes even deeper than that. steve harrington is the life of the party - every room he goes into, he commands the attention of. his reputation precedes him. but then he meets you, someone quieter, someone shy and someone more timid than he had ever been his entire life. and something about you just soothes him. his reputation had already been worth pennies to him by then, but once he gets you, none of it matters. because he has you. his days of partying are over; he wants to spend his friday nights bringing home the newest horror release from family video and watching it with you. he's tired of rehashing memories of his 'golden' days, turning out the same tales of a person he no longer is; he'd rather listen to you tell him all about the latest book you're reading, sparing not a single cheesy romantic detail. sometimes, he'll even insist on recreating the scenes that especially make you blush, rather from innocent fluffiness or if it be something more spicy. when he does go to parties, he's dragging you along, even though he knows you probably won't be speaking most of the night. and why would you? what have these people done to deserve your time? he gets it. it doesn't bother him. he just wants you there. he wants to feel the weight of your hand in his to ground him and remind him of who he was, who he had bloomed into with your help, rather than what used to be. and people notice when he makes a point to introduce you to everyone, even if he knows after the niceties are over you'll be clocking out. people will be polite, ask you about yourself, and you always find yourself at a loss. because what about you could possibly interest these people? but then, just like that, steve is there and swooping in, and he's gushing. about you, about the latest movie you two watched and all your brilliant opinions, bragging about how you're a reader and infinitely smarter than him. he tells them things about yourself you didn't know he noticed, and it warms your heart. it reminds you that not only are you his person, but he's yours. he adores you. his friends watch as the king steve reputation is tarnished right before their eyes, and in its place only resides a glowing love for you. you've made a mushy puddle of a man who once seemingly ruled the world this small town. and he doesn't even care, but you're there and you're squeezing his hand, and he already can't wait to pester you to read to him when you're both going to bed that night, because of course he needs to know what happens next, how else is he gonna figure out a new way to sweep you off your feet?

yours and steve's song would absolutely have to be I CHOOSE YOU by Adam Melchor, because i mean... out of billions of people, he's always going to choose you.

1k celebration - come party with me!

[spideymarvelws]

 had so much fun writing the first scene dude... i feel like as a fanfic writer its a sin i haven’t written anything like it yet lmfaoo (to be fair i probably have but I just dont rem💀) anyways i hope you enjoy!

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Prompt : 9. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Warnings : just some cute floof, some cursing here and there

Word Count : 2.2k

Hesitation

Technoblade x GN!Reader

It was always peaceful in the tundra right before the sun set. Not only did the orange and red colours that reflected off the shiny snow send a wave of tranquility through the lands. It was a specific time where all the animals would go back into their homes before the mobs spawned at night fall, leaving the lands in complete silence.

Phil loved working at this time, getting small tasks done around the house that he wasn’t able to do throughout the day. Whether it was washing the dishes or dusting out the book shelves. Maybe even lounged around near the fireplace, planning out what he had to do the next day. It was always quiet, void of distractions to keep him from doing them.

But of course, with peace always came chaos.

“YOU CHEATED!”

“NO I DIDN’T!”

“YES YOU DID!”

The door cracked open, slamming against the wall behind it making the blonde jump from the sudden noise. He was ready to pick up his sword by his side until he recognised the voices of his house mates, shouting like little children.

Phil sighed, continuing to wash the dishes in front of him. While the bickering tended to amuse him at times, right then he just wanted to stay in the silence. He was quick to grab a pear of earplugs from his chest, pushing them snugly into his ear, blocking out the noise you both brought into the house while humming a small tune.

“There’s no way that your horse is faster that Carl! That’s just not possible!” Techno shook his head, his entire body still except for his left foot tapping consistently on the floor, “It’s just not possible.”

“Okay-” you pointed your finger in his face, “First off, her name is Raven and secondly, you just can’t admit that she’s better than Carl.” you crossed your arms on your chest, looking up at the piglin with teasing eyes.

Tech threw his head back with a groan, turning around gruffly and taking off his cape along with the skull mask covering his face.

“I won’t admit it because it isn't true!” he turned back to face you, mimicking your stance and tilting his head slightly to the side.

You raised your eyebrows at his response, nodding slowly, “Alright, alright,” you slowly took of your cloak, bunching it up and throwing it at him, his reflexes catching it before the fabric hit his chest, “Maybe it’s just the ridder and not the horse.”

Techno gasped, “You take that back.” he threw your cloak to the side.

You hummed, looking up and faking a thinking face, “Nah... I don’t think I will, I said what I said.” you stepped closer to the hybrid, sizing up his figure, “And what are you going to do about it?”

Techno squinted his eyes, a small smirk making its way to his face before he grabbed you by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder and walking away from the entrance into the living room.

“Hey!” You pounded at his back, wiggling in his tight grip, “Put me down you loaf!”

He laughed at your words but obliged, throwing you on the couch near the fireplace. Before you could sit up, he crawled over your form, knee besides one side of your waist with his other foot planted on the floor, keeping him steady hovering over you.

“Techno-” you chuckled nervously, trying your best not to stray away from his intense gaze, fighting the heat starting to rise to your face. Your hands pushed at his chest, weakening when he brought his face closer to yours, making you feel smaller than you already were.

He didn’t say anything, instead his fingers dug into your stomach, wiggling them across the fabric of your shirt. Your laugher filled the air, high pitched and bouncing off the walls of the cottage. You tried your best to control them, not wanting to give in to the blood god’s actions so quickly. But your hands on your stomach did nothing to stop his.

“Oh. My. God! Techno! Stop you fucking- oh god!”

“Take it back Y/n!” he laughed along with you, continuing his assault on your stomach, “Take it back or I swear to god you’re going to loose a canon life from being too ticklish.”

“NEVER!” you shouted between laugher, screaming when his hands began to move faster, knocking the breath out of your lungs. In the heat of the moment, he took your wrists into his fist, pinning them above your head, keeping your hands from interfering with his plans.

“Say. It.” even with one hand we was doing enough to keep you squirming underneath him, desperate for an escape.

“Okay! Okay! You- You’re a good rider Techno! You’re a good rider!” you finally admitted, your body falling limp against the cushions when he finally raised his fingers from your stomach.

Techno laughed at your state, leaning back with a cocky smirk on his face, “Glad to know we could come to an agreement,”

“I hate you,” you mumbled, your head rolling to the side on your shoulder as you caught your breath. You closed eyes in relief that the past few minutes were over, nearly falling asleep with the amount of energy you spent laughing.

Techno chuckled, taking your chin into his fingers, turning your head to look back at him, “Is that so?”

You nodded, fluttering your eyes open to look up at the pink haired man. Your breath hitched when you noticed how close his face was to yours. His entire presence felt suddenly close, his chest puffed out with long breaths, his legs practically tangled with yours, his face hovering over you, radiating heat you didn’t notice while he was tickling you. You watched as his face lit up red, his piglin ears straightening out of the side of his head, probably taking in the proximity as well.

Techno wasn’t one to get flustered often, but when he did it was always with the people he cared about. He trusted them enough to let that blood god persona he put on fade away leaving behind his shy, nerdy side you always adored. The side of techno who would read by the fireplace with Steve sat snuggly in his lap, the Techno who would spend hours trying to fix his glasses that broke constantly in his strong grip only having to craft a new one. The Techno who would grumble about compliments from you and Phil but the subtle spread of pink across his face told everyone otherwise. The Techno you grew to love the more and more he let you it.

He began to get a lot more playful with you as you friendship grew. When you moved in with him out in the snow it only increased drastically. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the both of you to end up in this position or something similar to it (like the time he pinned you down during training), but he would always stop before things got too intimate and while it hurt, you’ve grown to accept it. You were glad to be his friend, his companion. You would take his friendship over not knowing him at all any time of the day.

You waited for him to pull back. To stand up and dust off his clothes, offering you his hand to pull you up with him and continue that night like normal. But he stayed, his dark, dull eyes staying down at you with a shine you’ve never seen up close before.

Techno didn’t know what to do either. He didn’t know what was prompted him to stay in this position, the sudden confidence that pushed him to keep his hand on your face, his lips so close to yours.  Maybe it was the voices in his head, annoyed with the constant stares and thoughts of adoration when you rode Raven around in the snow, your cape flowing beautifully behind you, face showing nothing but pure joy. They were relentless, calling him out on every emotion he was feeling because of you.

He wanted to move for your sake, he was the one on top of you in the first place, pinning you down. You were probably being polite not shoving him off of you, even if you’ve never done it before, he just always pulled away before you could. But he couldn’t, his muscles stiff and unable to move.

A small part of his brain told him you wanted this too, but he ignored it for his own sanity.

“Techno-” you whispered but before you could continue, the hybrid immediately took the single word as a protest, finally letting go of your hands but keeping his body close.

“Shit I’m sorry that- that was probably a bit much.”

You giggled softly, “No- uh, it was fine tech, no worries,”

He looked down at your bright smile glowing in his face.

“You’re really beautiful Y/n,” he whispered, letting the rough pads of his fingers trail down the side of your face, blushing when you nudged them with your cheek, accepting the comfort.

“You think so?” you whispered back, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“I-” he started, his breath hot against the tip of your nose as he glanced down to your lips, quickly looking back into your eyes. Why weren’t you moving? Why weren’t you cringing, laughing at the thought of ever kissing him?

“You- Do you want this.” you whispered, letting his thumb pull down at your bottom lip, watching as the plush skin softly bounced back.

He nodded, shivering when you tangled your fingers into his pick curls, pulling his face down and nudging your nose against his. He closed his eyes, a small, cute snort coming from the back of his throat at the affection.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“FUCK!”

You jumped at the sudden curse, Techno falling off of you and on to the floor besides the couch. Before you could process what just happened, the curse sounded again followed by a crash, both of your senses on high alert when you realised it was Phil’s voice coming from the kitchen. You rushed to grab your weapons from nearby, quickly pulling yourself together on the fact that your friend was in trouble.

You both ran as fast as you could, Techno in front of you with his sword drawn while you were behind loading your cross bow with an arrow. He barged into the kitchen, holding his blade in the air, ready to attack but all he was met with was a pair of wings slapping him in the face.

You dove under the large feathers, bumping the winged man to alert him of your presence.

“Oh... hey guys!” He smiled, taking out something from his ears and resting them on the kitchen counter. He sent a pointed look to the weapons in your hands, crossing his arms over his chest in confusion, “Why the weapons?”

“Are you alright?” Techno said, rubbing his nose from the hit.

“We heard you scream, thought you were in trouble.”

Phil chuckled nervously, “Sorry, my bad,” he turned around to face the both of you, “I just dropped a plate.”

You and Techno let out an audible sigh, dropping your weapons to the floor with a clank. You didn’t know how many times your heart could deal with the sudden bursts of adrenaline. Walking up to Techno, you took his hand away from his face, inspecting the soft red mark across his face from the whip of feathers. No matter how small the attack, you always made sure to check up on him, even when he didn’t need it.

But with your delicate touch came memories of the events that just happened

“Were- were you here the entire time?” Techno said hesitantly, looking up at his father with worried eyes. You took in his words, immediately pulling away from the hybrid, ignoring his small noise of protest.

“Yes, but i put in some ear plugs,” he pointed to them on the counter.

“Oh!” you piped in, “That’s- That’s good.”

“Was there something I missed?” he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the both of you curiously.

“Nothing!” You both shouted at the same time, chuckling nervously.

“Okay?” Phil dragged out, pointing back to the sink, “Well, I’ll just-”

“Yeah! You- uh, get to that phil,” you began walking backwards, bounced into the edge of the counter. You played off the pain with a quick thumbs up and walking quickly out of the kitchen, mumbling curses under your breath.

“Are they alright mate?” Phil asked his son who seemed to be lost in his own world, staring at the spot you were once in, “Techno?”

“I- what?” He shook his head, “Uh, yeah- they’re,” he let out a small sigh, letting  his hand pass over his face, “Yeah, they’re fine.”

“Are you alright?”

Techno didn’t respond for a while, stuck in his own thought. Phil turned to his son, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Tech?”

“I think-” He let out a shaky breath, “I think I love them.”

...

IM SORRY FOR ENDING IT SO SUDDENLY

it was just getting to long and i didn’t want to loose motivation writing more😭

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[gothmikasagf]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get a stranger things match up?

I would prefer a male match up if that’s ok.

I’m an Aquarius Sun with a Pisces moon. I’m very much a girly girl. I love bright colors such as yellow, pink, orange, and green. Pastels are also beautiful. I am absolutely in love with love. I love the idea of soulmates more than I would say most people do. I’m also a huge nerd and love things like Marvel, DC, Star Wars, Puzzles, Reading, etc… I also really love to swim. I love nature and flowers. I love to examine relationships people have with others. It allows me to understand them better and learn how to help them communicate and have healthier relationships. I also love watching and reading character/relationship analysis posts. I also love perfume and I love to wear rings, necklaces and earrings. I plan to get a nose piercing and multiple ear piercings soon. I’m also super extroverted and I care deeply about those that I am close to, however, I also just tend to care about those I’m not close with and try to see the best in everyone. I can be super stubborn at times and I know that I tend to have a big personality that can overwhelm others, so something I find myself not being about to fully be myself with others.

I match you with...

Steve Harrington!

Steve loves the way you dress and how colorful you are.

He’s a romantic at heart just looking for his ‘right one’. When he meets you he knows you’re it.

He’s not big on nerdy things but if you introduce him to something he’s gonna learn about it just to impress you.

Since you’re both really good at swimming he takes you to the pool whenever he can.

Please make this boy a flower crown, he’ll be so flustered and pretty. 

Listens to your analysis on people’s relationships with each other and gets so engrossed in it.

Robin thinks you are way too cool for Steve, you become fast friends.

With him you can always be yourself, he’s just so enamored with you, you really don’t have to worry about being too much.

I hope you enjoyed it!

[incorrectstevesagaquotes]

Loud Orange Steve: WHAT ARE YOUR ADJECTIVES.

Nerdy Orange Steve: You mean my pronouns??

Loud Orange Steve: NO I ALREADY KNOW YOUR PRONOUNS WHAT ARE YOUR ADJECTIVES.

Nerdy Orange Steve: Uh I dunno? What are yours?

Loud Orange Steve: NOISY AND CHAOTIC

Nerdy Orange Steve: I’ve never had something go from making no sense to complete sense so fast.

[buttybarnes1917]

An Unexpected Party

AN: There probably wont be any smut in this story, it just doesnt feel right; however, I am PROBABLY going to make this an AU because nerdy!bucky has my whole heart and I am OBSESSED with the characters that are creating themselves out of this whole story.  

Chapter 4

Honestly?  Bucky was REALLY fun.

You went to dinner on Monday, lunch on Tuesday, and bowling with Wanda, Vis, and Yelena on Wednesday night.  He surprised you with coffee before work on Thursday, and that night, you had plans to watch a movie. Bucky was very excited to show you a cult classic, The Room.  You were a little confused on the premise, but Bucky promised you it was supposed to be bad. For people that were fake dating, you spent a hell of a lot of time together.  You were actually happy with him, and were perfectly fine ignoring your growing feelings for the man.

That was, of course, until you got a call from Tony.

“Heya kid, you busy?” you heard as soon as you picked up your phone. “Just kidding, I don’t care.  When am I meeting this new boyfriend of yours?  He’s been all over your Instagram.  I’m assuming you’re bringing him to my wedding.”

“You mean Pepper is still marrying you? God, I would have thought she had been sick of you by now,” you sighed as you loaded the dishwasher.  “Why do you need to meet him, anyway?  Does it matter to you?”

“Matters to me if there’s gonna be drama at my wedding, seeing as my best man is your ex-boyfriend.”

“Your best man broke up with me for no damn reason, and I have every right to date someone new, just like he’s doing,” you snapped, not able to hold yourself back, and Tony was quiet for a minute.

“So you know, I reamed his ass for that,” he said quietly.  “I have your back on that one.  What Steve did was wrong.  One hundred percent.  I just wanna make sure that Pep has the best day she can.  I know she’s nervous about… people seeing people together.”

“I understand that, Ton, but I am not gonna start anything.  Promise.”  You pulled out the cookies you were baking from the oven.  “Plus, Bucky is just a friend.”

“What kinda guy goes by the name ‘Bucky’?” Tony grumbled.

“A very sweet guy,” you say, unable to stop your voice from going a little softer.  Tony definitely noticed—you could tell by the silence—but thankfully he didn’t say anything.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy,” he said softly.  

“Thanks Tony.” You said softly. “Anyway, the wedding is almost here,” you changed the subject, and Tony knew better than to push you.

“Sure is.  Only one more night,” he chuckled softly.  “Dad’s not coming,” he added quietly and you sighed softly.

“Can you blame him, Tony? You remember Christmas—”

“He insulted Pepper—”

“Because you kept pushing about the government contracts and upsetting mom, and you know it, Tony.” You said quietly.  “Both of you took things too far.” Tony grumbled on the other end of the line.  “Have you tried calling him?”

“I’m the one getting married,” he pointed out, and you stayed quiet.  Tony heavy sighed. “Fine.  I’ll call him.”

“And apologize?”

“I said I’d call him.”

“And apologize.”

“Y/N.”

“Tony.”

“…fine. And apologize that he’s such a self-righteous dick—”

“Anthony Edward Stark—”

“And I’ll apologize for being a bitch, okay?” Tony sighed. “God.”  There was a shuffling on the other end and you heard Pepper’s soft voice calling Tony to bed. “Ball and chain is calling.” He said teasingly and you heard Pepper snap at him giggling

“Call her that again and I’ll slap you during the ceremony,” you retorted laughing.

“Yeah yeah.  I’ll see you at the rehearsal tomorrow, kiddo.  Feel free to bring your… friend to the dinner.”

“Thanks, Tony.  I’ll see if he wants to go.  Sleep well.”

Tony hung up and you leaned on the counter, looking at your phone.  You heard a knock at your door, then the door swung open.

“Babe, you gotta make sure to lock the door,” Bucky laughed as he walked in, carrying a bottle of wine and a thin wide box.  “Anyone could just walk in here.”

“Sorry,” you giggled a little.  “Force of habit.  My ex always forgot his key.” You smiled as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, placing the wine in the fridge.  “Hey, I have the rehearsal tomorrow… my brother wants to know if you want to come to the rehearsal dinner afterwards.”

“Do I have to wear a suit?” he sighed dramatically.

“Mmhmm,” you giggled softly and wrapped your arms around his waist.  “But I’ll have to wear a dress, so it’s even.”

“Well, can’t say no to free food.” He chuckled softly.  “Anyway, I made your brother a wedding present,” he said a little nervously.

“Oh?” you asked in surprise.

“Yeah, you mentioned that you, and your brother and your parents would go upstate,” he said. “Ya know, before school started again?  Well, you kept talking about how pretty it was and… I guess I thought it would be nice for you to give your brother something that reminded you both of a happier time,” he said a little sheepishly, and pushed the bigger thin box he had brought in across the bar.  You glanced at him, then slipped it open.  Inside was a canvas with a beautiful dark wood frame. Painted on the canvas was a beautiful scene of a family of four, canoeing across a lake, the trees a gorgeous mixture of red, yellow, orange, and brown.  You covered your mouth, your breath catching in your throat.

Somehow, Bucky had gotten the exact memory you had described to him.

“Bucky this is…” you breathed out, tears pricking your eyes.  

“Fuck I'm sorry,” he mumbled, reaching for the box. “I’m sorry, it’s not good enough, I shouldn’t have caught you off guard, you don’t have to give it to him—"

You cut him off by rounding the side of the counter, cradling his cheeks in your hands, and kissing him deeply, pressing your body against his.  He groaned in surprise, stepping back a bit, his hands on your hips to steady himself.  You felt your eyes drift shut as he kissed you back, his lips working against yours, and for a second, time seemed to stop.

It never felt like this with Steve.

You slowly pulled away and he opened his eyes, looking down at you, his cheeks flushed pink.  “What did I do?” he asked chuckling a little.  “So I can be sure to do it again?”

“That was… the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” you said softly. “Or for a family member they’ve never met.” You touched his cheek.

“I…Really?” he said softly. “You don’t think it’s too much?”

“I think it’s perfect,” you said softly.  “You painted it yourself?”

“And made the frame,” he blushed, and you kissed him again, pulling him closer, your fingers slipping through his hair.  He shivered almost immediately and panted a little as you pulled away.  “Okay so, making things equals kisses.  Got it.” He chuckled a little. “I’ll furnish your whole apartment if you’re not careful.”

“I don’t want you to come to the wedding as my fake boyfriend,” you said quietly and he nodded, after a second’s hesitation.

“How about… as your real boyfriend?” he asked hopefully and you nodded, grinning. His face lit up and he kissed you again, pulling away, then pressing kisses all over your face as you giggled.

“Real boyfriend sounds much better to me.” You whispered.  

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Good Business: Part 12

Fandom: Marvel (Mob AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a ruthless mobster. He’s also referred to as Big Buck due to his towering strong frame as well as his round stomach. You’re the owner of a small diner, a place that Big Buck decides to visit. Based off this drabble.

“So Y/N, Jamie says you own a diner?” Winnie asks as she takes a sip of wine. 

You nod with excitement, eyes lighting up like the candles that decorated the table, “Yes! That place is my pride and-”

“Sorry, I’m late!” Steve came rushing in, beads of sweat on his forehead, “Had to finish up some...business.”

“Yeah, kissing Miss Sharon!” Matty exclaimed and Steve blushed hard, while you threw your head back in laughter. 

“High five, Matty!” you lean across Bucky and held up your hand for Matty to slap his hand against yours. 

Bucky chuckled and watched as his best friend and adoptive brother kissed his mother’s cheek, sitting next to Charles. 

“Sorry again, um. Hi, Y/N, I interrupted you?” he asked sheepishly, laying the fabric napkin across his lap. 

You shrugged, “It’s no big deal, Steve. I was just telling Winnie about the diner.”

Steve brightened up, “Oh, ma, you gotta try her pies! They’re amazing! Almost as good as yours!”

Intrigued appeared on the Barnes matriarch’s face, “Almost, eh? Guess we should have a bake off, huh, Y/N?”

“I’d be honored, Winnie. But if it’s a contest, I’m sure these guys will be a bit biased since they love you so much.”

Winnie picked up her wine glass again, taking a small sip, “Not too sure about that, Y/N. Jamie here might love you more than me at this point.”

At this moment, Bucky was drinking from his water glass and choked when his mother spoke, “I-Shit-”

“Language,” Steve said sternly, glancing at his two nephews.

“Sorry, uh, heh,” Bucky cleared his throat, “Despite how much I...care for Y/N, no one can compare to the love between a mother and her child.”

George chuckled and rose his glass of whiskey, “Good answer, Buck. But, uh, Y/N, we heard that you really gave Bucky a hard time when you first met.”

“Uh, well,” you looked at Bucky with a bit of concern. How do you talk about your encounter when his family didn’t know about his organization?

“Bucky and a few of his friends were being a bit loud and obnoxious and people were starting to get annoyed, but they didn’t want to say anything since he’s a well-known businessman. But I didn’t care, so I told him and his buddies that if they continue to behave like that, they’re outta there!” You look at Bucky and his gave you a nod of approval. A nice save. 

George hummed, “Guess we Barnes men got a thing for strong feisty women, eh?” 

Bucky snorted and reached over, resting his hand on your thigh, “Seems so.”

________________

After dinner, dessert was served as well as more drinks. You had a few too many glasses of wine and got a lot louder and giggly, which amused Bucky since he’s never seen you like this. When it came time to go, you were starting to get a bit sleepy. You drunkenly kissed each of Bucky’s family on the head and wished them a good night. 

Bucky, with Steve’s help, practically carried you into his car and buckled you up. As soon as the door closed, you leaned your head against the window, asleep, mouth open, slightly snoring. 

Both Bucky and Steve chuckled at the sight of you. Bucky proceeded to sigh and lean against his car, “I think that was successful.”

The blonde nodded, “I agree. Looks like they all are smitten with her.”

“It’s hard not be smitten when it comes to her,” he looks at you through the window with such softness in his eyes, “I really love her, Steve.”

Steve lightly punched his best friend and brother, “You better, with the way you guys are going. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if you proposed in a few months.”

Bucky proceeded to shake his head, a look of worry and...insecurity in his eyes, “I don’t know if that’ll ever happen. I love her, but-but I don’t want her to get involved with the life we lead, Steve.”

Steve snorted, “Way too late for that, Bucky. I have never seen anyone make you this happy and smitten and in love before. And if Y/N didn’t want to get involved with you, she’d have rejected you and your friendship from the very beginning. What you two have? It’s special. You can’t back out now.”

_____________

It’s bright. It’s way too fucking bright. Was the first thing you thought about when you stirred from your sleep. 

You heard the door of you bedroom creak open and you slowly turn your head. Your sight a bit blurry from sleep, but after rubbing away the crust and sleep, your vision clears. 

Bucky’s there standing in your doorway in an undershirt and underwear, holding a tray of food. The look of concentration on his face dissipated when he realized you were awake. 

“Mornin’, sweet cheeks!” he exclaimed a bit too loud which made you wince, “Oh, sorry. Anyway, I got you some breakfast and painkillers. So which would you like first?”

“Painkillers. Now,” you groaned, hand reaching out for them. 

Bucky placed two pills into your palm. After you tossed them in your mouth, he handed you the glass of orange juice and you downed half of it. You then placed the glass on your bedside table and sat up properly, allowing Bucky to place the tray of breakfast on your lap. 

“Thanks for this. You didn’t have to cook for me.”

Bucky snorted, sitting at the edge of your bed, “Oh I didn’t cook this. I made Steve get this stuff for me from your diner. Figured any food from your place was safe so-”

“You thought right!” you pointed, biting into a piece of fruit, with a smile. After you swallowed, you nodded towards him, “You stayed over?”, eyeing his undershirt that hugged his round belly and his boxer briefs that clung to his thick thighs. 

He shrugged, “I didn’t know if you’d wake up in the middle of the night and hurt yourself or what. Just wanted to make sure you were safe is all, sweet cheeks.” he then rubbed the back of his neck, wincing, “Also, I’m getting you a new couch. Your current one is shit!”

You playfully shoved him, “Hey! It’s not shit! It’s...well used.”

“Aka shit. Anyway, you can’t fight me on this.” he grabbed a piece of your bacon, and munching on it. He then leaned in and pecked your lips, “I’m gonna go do the dishes now. You finish up eating, ‘kay? Also, I called Sharon. You’re not going into work today.”

“Buckyyyy!” you whined, “You can’t just call out for me like that!”

He shrugged, “Sharon understood. She said you need to take more time off anyway. So, there you have it.” with that, he sauntered out, your eyes focusing on how good his ass looks in that underwear.

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Manhattan Special Espresso Coffee Soda

This was a really fun find! Manhattan Special looks to have been a staple of Brooklyn soda fountains and bottle vendors since long before our boys’ time.

The Williamsburg brand Manhattan Special’s Espresso Coffee Soda has been in production since 1895. This signature product is a coffee-based soda, made from just espresso beans, cane sugar, and seltzer. The unique drink is said to have an “acquired taste,” with various reviewers describing it as thick, quite sweet, bodied like a cream soda, smooth, mellow, dark, smoky French roast aroma, deep, tannic, and complex. Also noted by a number of commentators, the soda is very fizzy! So much so that it is not uncommon for the bottles to erupt and overflow upon first opening due to the carbonation. One suggested opening over a glass or sink to account for it.

The images above show the bottle design that would have been found in the years before WWII. The glass bottles were 6-oz, with yellow and maroon metal crown cork caps (pop-top, twist-off caps were not invented until the 1960s). The white and red label was printed directly onto the bottle and featured the company’s direct phone number (EVergreen 8). Raised lettering can also be seen on the upper portion of the glass. The last two images are of the modern versions of the packaging, which underwent a redesign in 2017. The older of the two (left) can still be found in some stockists, while the newer (right) is more commonly available post-2017.

The brand also produces other soda flavours, including black cherry, gassosa (Italian lemon-lime), orange, sasparilla, and vanilla cream.

I love the idea of the boys finding this drink still in production in the 21st century. From all accounts I’ve seen, the recipe does not appear to have changed over the course of its history. So the taste should then be the same if Steve and Bucky were to drink it again in the 21st century!

Images Sources

Label close-up, 1940s-1950s | Source Empty vs. Full bottle 1940s-1950s | Source Empty back, 1940s-1950s | Source Top with raised name, 1940s-1950s | Source Cap in bottle, 1940s-1950s | Source Cap, 1940s-1950s | Source Older modern variation, pre-2017| Source New modern variation, 2017| Source

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