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iluvmorales · 1 year

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The alleyway

summary Prowler!miles meets you, but not at the best time?

a/n send in requests! For any of the spiders or prowler!miles <3

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You don’t know why the fuck you thought it was a good idea to go on a walk at night, and in Brooklyn. Ever since the police captain was killed, the area, the city, and the people went to complete shit.

So now here you are, running through the alleyways, ducking left and right trying to get this group of grown men away from you and off your ass.

Were they after money? Your valuables? Or you? You didn’t even know because they didn’t say anything, just 5 men start fucking bolting at you with no warning.

You slid, practically drifting left and around a corner. You breathed out, after you’d been holding your breath for god knows how long while running.

“Why the fuck, these assholes..” you heard the footsteps coming closer and closer, knowing one had seen where you turned. You grabbed a plank that’d been thrown behind the dumpster and right when one was about to turn

Whack!

The board hit him dead center on his face, causing him to fall back and hit his head. He stopped moving thank god, but you assumed he was still alive.

“You bitch!” One launched at you, but you hit him with the board as well, only this time you weren’t as successful with knocking him onto the floor and out.

The prowler overheard the ruckus between the alleyway, and peered down from the top of the building. A girl, around his age trying her hardest to whack, possibly kill 4 men with a wooden plank. A wooden plank? What the fuck?

Obviously, to him she looked like she was doing alright seeing as how one was already unconscious and another was beaten bloody with a broken nose.

The prowler felt bad leaving you, but he had work to do and people to meet. He had no time to save some random girl in an alleyway.

“Ugh get a fucking life! Someone help!” You yelled to the men, then as loud as you could you asked for help.

Your arms were getting tired, your head was pounding and you were frustrated. Frustration quickly turned to pure fear when a man came from behind you and grabbed you, you elbowed him in his face, kicked and screamed.

Suddenly, the man fell to his knees and someone caught you before you hit the ground. You freaked out even more, still kicking and yelling.

“Chill out, I’m helping.” The distorted voice whispered, placing you down. Your knees were weak and you stumbled back watching him easily take out the guys one by one.

You let out a sigh of relief, back against the wall as you slowly slid down, your head falling into the palms of your hands. “Are you okay?” The “prowler” asked, stepping towards you.

Suddenly you remembered just who you were saved by and the unsafe feeling crept back. Quickly standing you replied; “yeah-yeah I’m good thank you. Even though I had the situation under control.” You cleared your throat and laughed, trying to lighten the mood and hide your fear.

“Aight, that’s good. You need me to walk you home? It’s not safe out here at night, if you haven’t noticed.” He spoke, the distorter gone. You could tell he was laughing at his own little joke and smiled. He was scary looking and had a dark aura, but his voice was so comforting.

“Yeah, please. That was lowkey kind of scary.” You say, walking out of the alley with the tall, dark prowler towering over you. Just his aura and looking alone scared off people, and you had him following behind like a guard dog.

Your house was kind of a long walk, and awkward silence was creeping up. “So, what’s ya’ name?” He asked, peering down but his head still tilted up. “Y/N..think i already know yours” you laughed a little, earning an un-seen grin but content a hum from the prowler.

“You know.. I thought you were a old man but lowkey, you sound kinda young” you called him out, looking back while walking then quickly turning back. “Let’s just say we’re around the same age” the prowler replied, shrugging off the indirect question.

Finally, the silence between the both of you was more comfortable. Enjoying the beauty and dangers of the neon-lit city, it’s graffiti and lights. You came to a stop in-front of a town house, turning back to the prowler.

“Thank you for everything, really.” You smiled at him, a genuine look in your eyes he had never received from anyone while in this suit. “Yeah it was no problem hermosa ..” he shrugged again, this time also shrugging off the heat that rose to his cheeks. You smiled as your cheeks got hot at the nickname, the way his voice was breathy and he rolled his r had you freaking out internally.

“Hope to see you around, without me being in danger that is” you laughed, walking up the steps and opening your door. “See you around” was all he could manage to say as he watched you walk up the steps and into your house.

He hummed to himself before walking into an alleyway and clawing his way up a building so he could easily jump roof to roof, on his way to meet his uncle.

“Y/N..” he whispered to himself, a smile across his lips.

#spider verse #prowler!miles x reader #prowler miles #miles morales prowler #miles morales x reader #miles morales #earth 42 #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #x reader #greatusultimatus

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oscarpiastriwdc · 6 months

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albums i would play for each driver on the 2024 F1 grid to expand their music taste

Max Verstappen: Graceland by Paul Simon - As a fan of classic and folk rock, I'd imagine Max has been exposed to Simon and Garfunkel and I think he'd enjoy the sprawling, detailed, careful expanse of Simon's solo masterpiece. Angels in the architecture spinning in infinity, etc etc

Checo Perez: Ramomex by Rebel'd Punk - One of the Mexican bands who pioneered punk music in the country, but Checo probably missed this release because he was too busy karting and moving to europe as a teen. It's never too late to have a proper angry punk phase, though.

Charles Leclerc: Ten Love Songs by Susanne Sundfør - Groundbreaking, life-altering pop music that pushes every boundary. This hits the sad songs craving and I think would interest him as a musician and burgeoning songwriter.

Carlos Sainz: Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey - daddy issues. I just know he'd vibe out to Brooklyn Baby.

Lando Norris: Destiny by DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - I dream of sitting him down and exposing him to actually good, interesting, fun contemporary dj music.

Oscar Piastri: Speaking in Tongues by Talking Heads - He has that certain David Byrne swag and demeanor of someone who'd love the Talking Heads if only given the chance.

Fernando Alonso: 10,000 gecs by 100 gecs - At first the old man would be extremely confused but once he was on board he would be blasting The Most Wanted Person In The United States all day every day.

Lance Stroll: Talon of the Hawk by The Front Bottoms - that post that's like the problem is men are making podcasts instead of forming midwest emo bands. but it's men are becoming f1 drivers instead of forming midwest emo bands. I think some TFB exposure could be the spark of inspiration for a great career pivot.

Lewis Hamilton: Maps by billy woods and Kenny Segal - I fear Lewis might have been too worried about Merc's performance last year to have checked out this fantastic collaboration that was one of 2023's best albums.

George Russell: Contra by Vampire Weekend - I just saw Vampire Weekend live following the release of the new album and at the show there was a guy a few feet ahead of me in the merch line who had the exact same energy as GR. The mix of prep vibes and world music would work into his taste while expanding his listening beyond coldplay.

Yuki Tsunoda: GLOW ON by Turnstile - 100% a selfish pick, I want to mosh with Yuki in the pit of a Turnstile pit.

Daniel Ricciardo: The Panhandlers by The Panhandlers - A country supergroup I return to time and again, wistful and nostalgic, making you yearn for West Texas no matter where in the world you are.

Alex Albon: Pelican West by Haircut 100 - Funky British jazz pop, perfect for dancing and vibing.

Logan Sargeant: Crying, Laughing, Waving, Smiling by Slaughter Beach, Dog - I fear Logie might be too young or too norm core to have had a proper Modern Baseball phase (it's never too late logie! listen to Intersection!) but Ewald's 2023 offering seems like something he missed last year that's perfectly up his alley.

Valtteri Bottas: Merriweather Post Pavillion by Animal Collective - Weird and complex, I think he should throw it on while on a long bike ride and let his mullet fly in the breeze.

Zhou Guanyu: God Save the Animals by Alex G - no you don't understand i need him to listen to Alex G he would love it

Kevin Magnussen: Heaven or Las Vegas by Cocteau Twins - Ethereal music he can feel and let wash over him in a wave to relax and transcend the horrors of driving for Haas.

Nico Hulkenberg: Supernatural by Santana - dad music but make it funky and good

Pierre Gasly: Sex Dreams and Denim Jeans by Uffie - A perfect twist on early 2000s French electronic music, I think it'd remind him of the club while sounding entirely new and make him want to pick up a side dj gig of his own.

Esteban Ocon: Lescop by Lescop - French indie pop-rock! His most recent album is fantastic, but Este should check out Lescop's 2013 debut first.

following a conversation with @liamlawsonlesbian and her definitive book rec list i'm doing something similar for music (she bullied me into posting this sorry). large range in popularity/mainstream-ness of artists depending on the driver and what i think they're already listening to.

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rainysofsunshineao3 · 5 months

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12 DAYS GUYS

And today, instead of anylysing another Yasmina and Sammy scene, we're analyzing THESE TWO BAMFs!!!

OMFG, these two I can't with these two I love them so dearly my lord. One of my favourite brother/sister relationships of all time. Their so supportive of each other and have a "sorry I just threw you down a mountain, it's how I show affection :)" relationship it's the best dynamic ISTG.

Like, I think Ben is the only other person Yaz voluntarily hugs (Not counting all the time's with Brooklyn cause those were kinda out of like "I protec u").

Like, Yaz didn't really have a strong relationship with Ben before he became "Island Ben", but when she sees him, instead of standing in shock like Brook and Kenji, she just throws herself at him (In a very "Sammy-like" manner, if I do say so myself lol). She obviously cares for this boy, even in when he was "Scared-Ben" and before their relationship really took off.

And she CONTINUES holding on to him like a lifeline for a good 7 seconds (Trust, I counted lol) AND THEN SHE FUCKING-

She pulls him in AGAIN. And Ben isn't like, akward about it at all. He just hugs her back instantly, which to me screams that there were never any romantic interest between them (Sorry to those who ship these two) and honestly shows need more of this. Like, these two are the only ones in this series...

ok I take it back, no one has shipped Ben and Brooklyn or Darius and Sammy as far as I'm concerned, but they have such limited screentime together I can see why.

They're the only well-developed and HEALTHY non-romantic duo in this series.

But like, Brook, Kenji, and Darius all had this really...weird and unexplained love triangle going on. Like I swear I wasn't the only one picking up on Brooklyn and Darius in Season 1 and 2, but then it shifts to Kenji for no real reason. Then obviously Yaz and Sammy were hinted at since the very first episode lol, but these two.

They're not even really as sibling-coded as Darius and Kenji (Yet another ship that I hope no one wanted to sail because...ew. their brothers yall. BROTHERS). They're just...different. I really don't know how to explain it. Honestly the best way I can explain it is with these two vvv

Yaz would definitely call Ben "Dingus" and make a "You Rule | You Suck" board I will die on this hill.

And Yaz obviously trusts this boy with her life. Like, when they were hiding from the robo-dogs (Oh my god, the demodogs and demogorgons of JWCC, the BRADS and BRAD-Xs) she's leaning into him.

And then they think their gonna die and this snipped right here actually breaks and heals my heart at the same time 🥹

Yaz just clings to him and hides her face in his shoulder and Ben doesn't waste a single goddamn moment before he tries to shield her as best he can.

*Raine pauses and watches again for science*

Screaming, crying, sobbing over them.

Can't find the GIF for it, but in season 5 when Ben sees Bumpy on get off the boat and makes a run for it, Yaz is the first one who notices Ben is gone. She's looking around for him before everyone else and she's the one who asks "Where's Ben". It's the little details in their relationship.

There's a whole other post I might make tomorrow on the amazing wingmanship between these two with Sammy and Ben's hilarious misunderstanding of Yaz being Kenji's wingman (Still not over that).

I love these two so much, my babies :))) There's so many moments between them that I caught on my rewatch.

Can't wait for JWCT, I miss the children so muchhhh

Toodles!

#Raine rambles for a bit #yasmina fadoula #ben pincus #jwcc #jwct #them your honor #yasammy

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pianokantzart · 1 year

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If You Can’t Stand The Heat

One-shot fic. Don’t know if it qualifies as fluff/angst or hurt/comfort, but ptsd is definitely happening.

Mario and Luigi settle into a new home in The Mushroom Kingdom shortly after their victory over Bowser. Both try their best to embrace the new normal, but both have their own struggles wrapping their heads around everything they just survived.

Now posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46686196

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Luigi never had a kitchen to himself before. The moment he and his brother declared themselves homeowners, his entire family, near and far, pitched in to make sure they had everything they needed. The kitchen especially was stocked with all their hearts desired, as everyone in the family had a spare something: cutlery, spatulas, measuring spoons, cutting boards, cheese graters, rolling pins, crock pots, meat tenderizers, bread machines, pitchers, pots, pans, knives, blenders, choppers, slicers, mixers, grinders, peelers, juicers, shakers… Mario tried to explain that they could stock their own kitchen– the plumbing business was going great, they had money now, but nobody listened. In their own loud, pushy, overbearing way, they only wanted to make sure he and his brother were taken care of. They were family, after all.

While Luigi had always pitched in to help cook for big events and celebrations back in Brooklyn, the kitchen was his mother’s domain, kept pristine, efficient, and orderly. She was an unstoppable machine that churned out three multi-course meals a day, all made from scratch. She worked hard, poured her whole heart into every detail, and always made sure everyone was fed and taken care of. Luigi was often told– sometimes condescendingly– he took after his mother, but to him this was no insult. Quite the opposite. At last he had a kitchen of his own, and though he was cooking for a household of two rather than nine it felt like no less of a responsibility, especially given the way Mario had been for the past few days. To anyone who hadn’t lived with Mario his entire life, he seemed fine. Better than fine. He behaved like his usual self, head raised high and a spring in his step, ready to take on the world. Nobody else knew how little sleep he was getting, sitting up in bed while looking back and forth between his brother and the window like a newly-hired guard dog, waiting for the worst. Nobody else saw how his whole body shifted into a fighting stance at the slightest hint of trouble, the worry in his eyes every time Luigi stepped away for longer than a minute.

For as long as Luigi could remember, Mario treated his own life with reckless abandon while treating Luigi’s like it was more valuable than the world itself. It was only two weeks ago that they nearly lost each other, and then found each other, and then saved each other by the skin of their teeth. Luigi, feeling a little guilty, was dead set on seeing to it that all was made right again. He was happy to stick close to his brother for as long as needed, stay up talking for long hours into the night, and manage the plumbing business whenever Mario finally felt calm enough to fall asleep (no matter what time of day it was). But more than anything he kept their new house clean and organized, intent on ensuring every square inch of it truly felt like home– a safe haven where nothing could hurt them.

Of course, their first home-cooked meal would be a major milestone, and what better way to launch their kitchen than with an old-fashioned Italian pizza? Luigi layered the sauce and the mozzarella on the freshly stretched dough while the oven preheated, singing “Che La Luna” to himself while Mario sat in the living room, trying to beat the first boss of Kid Icarus.

“You sure you don’t want any help, Luigi?” “I said I’ve got this!” Luigi called back, pausing his singing as he added fresh basil leaves and a sprinkle of salt. “I’m almost done. Dinner in five!”

Luigi plucked up the pizza peel by handle and headed toward the oven, pleased with his handiwork. He picked the tune back where he left off, taking a moment to twirl proudly in his apron as he crossed the kitchen floor. “C' 'na luna mezz'u mare Mamma mia m'a maritare!…” He carefully held his creation in his right hand as he leaned down and opened the oven door. “Figlia mia a cu te dare Mamma mia pensace-”

The blast of heat hit him. Luigi suddenly stopped singing. He had been so lost in his own thoughts… he didn’t even expect the oven to feel like this, five hundred degrees fahrenheit slamming against his cheeks like a heavy blow. Blindsided by the sensation, an uncontrollable tremor slowly overtook him, the pizza he had so carefully prepared falling out of his hands, clattering to the tile floor.

“Lu! You okay?” Luigi didn’t hear Mario’s voice. The comforting presence one room over disappeared under an ocean of fear that crashed down upon him, suffocating him. The cozy kitchen, the golden light of evening streaming through the open window, and the smell of yeast and flour evaporated under ash and sulfur, boiling magma lapping at his feet and red-hot iron bending beneath his hands. His heart pounded so hard he felt like it was about to burst, blood rushing to his head and turning his mind inside out while it desperately attempted to grasp reality… This wasn’t real! It was over! He was safe! He was home! He… Heat. He was trapped. He was burning. Luigi leapt back from the oven, hitting himself against the island table as he fell. Hard stone, sharp claws, bony hands, crushing scales, falling debris. Heat. Oppressive, inescapable as death.

“Mario!” Luigi screamed his brother’s name on instinct, unaware he was already in the doorway, rushing to his side.

“Luigi! what’s wrong?” Mario took hold of his brother. Luigi tried to wriggle out of his grasp as though his life depended on it. He shook violently, pressing his hands tightly to his face as he screamed again, voice cracking with terror and desperation.

“Mario!”

“I’m here Lu! I’ve got you!” With some effort, Mario managed to force Luigi’s hands away from his face. He held Luigi’s cheeks and looked into his eyes– they were wide, tearful, looking past everything toward some undisclosed horror in the middle distance. At last they shifted, returning to the present world, settling upon the face in front of him. He shivered terribly, his breathing shallow, his brow soaked in sweat as recognition finally dawned on him. “… Mario?”

“I’ve got you.” Mario pulled Luigi close, pressing their foreheads together as they sat on the kitchen floor, surrounded by a mess of trampled dough and scattered flour. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” Mario repeated softly, “You’re okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

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That night, they had ice cream for dinner. Mario stood in the living room in front of the coffee-table-turned-dessert-bar, and split a tub of butterscotch-caramel between two dishes, topping them with mounds of whipped cream, sprinkles, and cherries. Luigi sat on the nearby couch, wrapped in a quilt, watching his brother divvy out the icecream from a carton that still had the smudged remnants of “Mario’s! Do not touch!” written on the side in sharpie, hastily scratched out at the last minute.

“You want pecans too?” Mario asked, already popping open the tin. Luigi nodded, tightening the blanket a little further around his shoulders. His hands still shivered as he took the bowl from his brother. He was quiet for a moment, taking a few bites of the ice cream, fighting down another wave of tears that tried to bubble to the surface even now that the worst of the attack had left him. He was miserable. Exhausted. Defeated. “I feel so stupid.”

“You shouldn’t.” Mario sat on the couch, shoulder-to-shoulder against his brother while holding his sundae in his lap. “This is normal, I think. I mean... you went through a lot.”

“You didn’t fall apart like this.” Luigi whined, “You went through a lot too.” “What I went through is different.” Mario retorted, stirring his sundae into a brown, chocolatey slurry with his spoon, “I wasn’t alone like you were. Even from the first moment I landed in The Mushroom Kingdom I had Toad watching my back. You didn’t have anyone.”

Luigi didn’t say anything, he just looked at his older brother. Mario was right, but he didn’t like how guilty he looked while saying it. It wasn’t his fault that they got ripped in separate directions, it wasn’t his fault they ended up where they ended up. He did everything he could. He did amazing, all considering.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Mario asked, breaking the silence between them. “You know… what happened to you while we were apart?”

Luigi took a bite of his ice cream to buy himself time to consider his response. The answer was no, of course, even though Luigi knew talking about it would be good for him. He dreaded the thought of putting his experience into words. Even in the daylight hours, when all was well and the world was as it should be, merely thinking about The Dark Lands made his chest hurt and his hair stand on end. “Can I talk about it tomorrow?” “You can talk about it whenever you like,” Mario assured. He reached his free hand over to Luigi’s shoulder and tugged him into a playful side hug. “You’ve been here for me Lu, but don’t forget I’m here for you too! and I’m gonna keep being here, every step of the way. That’s a promise.”

Luigi smiled. Tears welled up in his eyes, far from the fearful tears that had plagued him moments before. “Mario…” Luigi set his ice cream down on the coffee table in front of him, rubbed his tears away on the palm of his hand, and plucked his little-big brother up into a bear hug. Mario barely had enough time to put his own ice cream down safely before being yanked into the embrace. “…We’re a mess.” Luigi chuckled, sounding happy at last. The shivering was almost gone, his breathing was steady, and his heartbeat was almost normal. Mario noted each of these things while he was pressed against his brother, and couldn’t help but smile as well. He’d be okay. Whether Luigi knew it or not, he was strong as either of them. It would take a bit of time, but they were going to be okay.

“Yeah.” Mario laughed, resting his chin against his brother’s shoulder, “we sure are.”

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #mario #luigi #domestic luigi is my weakness #and so is hugging #trigger warning for panic attacks #and ptsd #Just two boys loving and supporting each other through their trauma #mario brothers #super mario brothers #my writing #fanfic

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boroughshq · 3 months

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Welcome to the community bulletin board! Here are some events happening around the Boroughs this month:

June 21: Pride Brunch @ Diva Diner & Drag Show, Brooklyn

June 22: NYC Pride 5k @ Central Park, Manhattan

June 23: Trans Pride @ The She Shed, the Bronx

June 24: DIY Mini Pride Flags @ The Snug Mug, Staten Island

June 25: Pride Night @ Technicolor Theater, Queens

June 26: Book Swap (Pride Edition) @ Brooklyn Flea Market

June 27: Chappell Night @ Sugar & Spice, Queens

June 28: Queer Trivia Night @ The Tool Shed, Staten Island

June 29: Puppy Pride Pageant @ Bronx Dog Park

June 30: Pride Skate @ Roller City, Queens

June 21: Pride Brunch @ Diva Diner & Drag Show, Brooklyn

The rainbows are out in full force for a pride filled brunch show at Triple D's!

June 22: NYC Pride 5k @ Central Park, Manhattan

The NYC Pride 5k is back for another year of fitness, acceptance, and celebration for the LGBTQIA+ community! Members and allies alike are all welcome to participate in a 5k around Central Park.

June 23: Trans Pride @ The She Shed, the Bronx

Indulge in an evening of glamour at our Trans Pride Night! It's all about celebrating diversity, acceptance, and unity with the community. Come as you are, ready to have a great time in a space where love and acceptance shine bright.

June 24: DIY Mini Pride Flags @ The Snug Mug, Staten Island

Join us for a fun afternoon of DIY crafts as we make our own miniature pride flags! Whether you're a seasoned crafter or a first-time artist, everyone is welcome to participate!

June 25: Pride Night @ Technicolor Theater, Queens

Technicolor Theater is back for another movie marathon, Pride edition! Grab your popcorn and get cozy for an joyful movie marathon under the stars! Get ready to laugh, cry, and celebrate LGBTQ+ stories on the large outdoor projector screen.

June 26: Book Swap (Pride Edition) @ Brooklyn Flea Market

Looking to expand your pride reads? Look no further than the Brooklyn Flea Market! Hosted by Cover to Cover, be sure to stop by their booth at the Brooklyn Flea Market on Wednesday to engage in some friendly book trading!

June 27: Chappell Night @ Sugar & Spice, Queens

Come H-O-T-T-O-G-O for Chappell Night at Sugar & Spice! Don your best Pink Pony attire and join in a dance party celebration to Chappell Roan's biggest hits, as well as other Sapphic pop sounds like Fletcher, Renee Rapp, and more!

June 28: Queer Trivia Night @ The Tool Shed, Staten Island

Gather your squad for an unforgettable night of Queer Trivia at The Tool Shed! Test your knowledge on LGBTQ+ history, pop culture, and everything fabulous in between.

June 29: Puppy Pride Pageant @ Bronx Dog Park

Welcome to the first ever Puppy Pride Pageant at the Bronx Dog Park! Community assembled and run, LGBTQ+ friendly folk are encouraged to dress their dog's up in their most fabulous pride apparel to participate in the doggy fashion show!

June 30: Pride Skate @ Roller City, Queens

Roller City becomes Rainbow City to bring Pride Month out with a bang! Strap on your skates for the ultimate Pride celebration. Glide, twirl, and show off your moves!

#boroughs.community #boroughs.event #FINALLY #yes every event is pride related its JUNE and theres only 10 days left

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themculibrary · 9 months

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Christmas Eve Masterlist

A Very Barton Christmas (ao3) - angelshotgun T, 5k

Summary: It’s nearly Christmas when Kate breaks her leg and Clint totes her back to the Barton Family Farm to heal. Hijinks ensue.

Christmas Eve Will Find Me (ao3) - kahn steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: Steve walked into his apartment to find Tony sitting on his kitchen counter, cross-legged, facing the door and flicking his thumbs against the screen of his futuristic phone in a way that meant he was either playing a game or hacking the security of some undoubtedly highly dangerous and deeply hostile organization.

“Hi, Honey!” Tony trilled without looking up. “Welcome back!”

Steve comes home.

Clint Barton and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Christmas Eve (ao3) - coulsons-hawk (allyoop) clint/phil, steve/bucky T, 6k

Summary: A holiday adventure with the Avengers in which nothing goes right on Christmas Eve; a dragon destroys an island, two boys from Brooklyn go missing, and all Clint Barton wants for Christmas is thirty minutes of peace on earth.

evergreen (ao3) - OnlyForward G, 24k

Summary: the story of how Tony Stark is Scrooge reincarnated and how Peter Parker is determined to change that

ft. civil war angst, tony being lonely as fuck, fun christmas activities and a nice happy ending perfect for the holiday season

Feelings at Christmastime (ao3) - nadir_zenith matt/foggy G, 1k

Summary: Foggy invites Matt to come to Christmas (Eve) Dinner with the Nelsons.

Fell For You (ao3) - sadsongssaysomuch steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: Bucky and Steve have always been best friends, but on Christmas Eve, Bucky wakes up to realize that the way he feels about Steve is more than just friendly.

Find Ourselves in the Winter Snow (ao3) - rainpaint leo/jemma T, 6k

Summary: After a whirlwind of packing and rushing to the airport and literally running to board the plane, two small children who think the entire thing is great fun in tow, here they are. An hour from Jemma’s parents’ house, which is still too far for her mum, who doesn’t drive in a centimeter of snow, much less the several that likely cover every road between here and Sheffield.

So in all likelihood they're stuck at the airport. With two small children. The night before Christmas Eve.

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like a Hallmark Christmas Movie (ao3) - cakeisnotpie clint/phil G, 13k

Summary: Phil Coulson is determined to get the big promotion; all he needs to do is spend a few days in a small town to close the deal then he'll be back in the Big Apple. Doesn't matter that it's two days before Christmas or that his best friend, Nick Fury, believes schmaltzy Hallmark movies are real life, he is not going to meet a handsome guy, fall madly in love, and move to the middle of nowhere.

Enter Clint Barton, dog trainer who runs a senior dog sanctuary and has biceps to die for.

Add a business mystery to solve.

Phil just might discover his happily ever after after all.

Memories that last forever (ao3) - ArabellaAM steve/tony G, 2k

Summary: Tony sighed, turning around all the way and asking with a tired, raspy voice, “Why am I hugging a pillow on Christmas Eve, Rogers?”

Or, Steve can't sleep and Tony asks him to tell him a story about his mom.

Mission - Steve and Bucky’s Best Christmas Ever (ao3) - LightningStriking steve/bucky G, 10k

Summary: Bucky has a plan. A carefully constructed, and meticulously plotted plan. Of how to give his best friend Steve the most wonderful, festive, and happy Christmas season ever. Culminating in a declaration of love, which hopefully will be returned. Can Bucky pull it off, and receive the best Christmas present of all - Steve as his boyfriend??

More Than Gravity (ao3) - JenTheSweetie steve/tony T, 20k

Summary: “Aw, time travel, no.”

On Christmas Eve, Tony came unstuck in time.

no sound, it’s all around (ao3) - winterkillz sam/bucky G, 9k

Summary: “They’re my relatives.” Bucky corrects bitterly and quietly. “I don’t… I haven’t had a family in a while.”

Sam pauses from his food and stares at Bucky. He would say that Bucky has always been an honorary Wilson, but he knows what he meant. Sam sips on his drink, making sure that he doesn’t drip orange soda on his newly dry-cleaned suit.

“You want me to go with you?” Sam offers instead.

(Or, Bucky gets invited to spend Christmas with Rebecca’s side of the family with Sam tagging along. Feelings ensue.)

On This Winter’s Night (ao3) - athena4lynn G, 6k

Summary: Five Times Clint Barton Found Something He Needed In A Church On Christmas Eve

Princess Perfect Pony Palace (ao3) -74days steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve and Natasha’s daughter has just admitted to her parents that she asked Santa for a Princess Perfect Pony Palace. Which is currently out of stock in every store within 50 miles. It’s time for Uncle Bucky to step up and deliver the most wanted gift of the season - he just didn’t think he’d have to fight a hot blond for it.

Saved My Heart For You (ao3) - pensversusswords steve/tony T, 8k

Summary: Tony had been trying to propose for months, but it turned out that post-battle on Christmas Eve was the best time to pop the question.

Sorry About All The Sex Toys (ao3) - lola381pce clint/phil T, 2k

Summary: Clint draws Coulson’s name for the Avengers Secret Santa which in itself isn’t a bad thing. It’s just unfortunate he uses the same wrapping paper for Coulson’s gift as he does for Natasha’s. Regrettably, he doesn’t realise his mistake until the Secret Santa gift reveals on Christmas Eve with all the Avengers.

The Best Day of the Year (ao3) - orphan_account pepper/tony G, 2k

Summary: Tony finally mans up and proposes to Pepper on Christmas Eve.

Tony’s Christmas Carol (ao3) - kickcows pepper/tony G, 11k

Summary: Tony Stark was a mean, crotchety miser. He never felt he was doing wrong, until three spirits came to visit him on Christmas Eve, showing him otherwise. Or, a retelling of ‘A Christmas Carol’ set in the Marvel universe.

When the Snow Melts (ao3) - emptydistractions steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: It’s the first time Bucky’s been off suppressants in nearly a century and all Steve wants is for his mate to be okay. Luckily, Christmas Eve has a little surprise in store for them.

You Are My Gift (ao3) - coeurlregina peggy/steve G, 757

Summary: 24th December, 1944

Captain America and The Howling Commandos were blessed with a moment's reprieve after their victory in the Battle of Metz (which came to an end on 13th December). They were sent back to Camp Lehigh to recoup and wait for further instructions, lucky for them, they were able to celebrate Christmas eve before being shipped off in the early morning.

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #christmas #christmas masterlist #christmaseve #christmaseve masterlist

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thepeepsinthechilipot · 2 years

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So @themasterofcard and I were talking the other day about White Collar + Batfam crossovers, and how amazing a similar concept would be with Brooklyn 99

There's the obvious like everyone collectively making jokes about Bruce and Holt but also

Dick Grayson and Charles Boyle interacting would be the funniest thing ever for so many reasons (their energies, sense of style, and the fact that Dick's name is Dick and Boyle is constantly accidentally sexualizing conversations)

Tim and Amy would be talking a million miles a minute in front of a bulletin board which totally doesn't look serial killerish at all, working on cases and theories and generally looking more crazy as they get more focused

Rosa and Jason immediately and wordlessly respect each other, but Rosa and Damian get along a little too well and become a danger to others (especially if she has her axe and/or dog)

Selina and Doug Judy are best friends, but no one agrees on how they met (or why they're in the precinct)

Holt later calls Cass a "delightful conversation partner" despite the fact that no one heard either of them say anything to each other

Boyle either has no concept of which superheros are fictional and which ones are real (to Jake's frustration), or otherwise just flat out gets their names wrong

"My favorite is the flashlight"

"Boyle, do you mean the flash?"

"No no the one with the powers"

"That doesn't narrow it down"

[He's talking about Signal somehow]

"And of course the little dude. He's Nikolaj's favorite"

"Robin?"

"Come on Jake we've been over this the kid's name is Sparrow, get your birds right"

[Holt starts agreeing that Sparrow is a much more suitable name for a hero anyways for some stupidly academic reason, so Jake must be wrong]

Also, most importantly:

ACE AND CHEDDAR

#someone please write this #batman #batfam #brooklyn nine nine #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #charles boyle #amy santiago #jake peralta #rosa diaz #do i tag everyone that i mentioned is that how tumblr works #cause that would take a hot minute #i feel like rosa diaz has wonder woman energy #ace the bathound #cheddar the dog

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Bob Born, Jewish maker of Peeps marshmallow candies, dies at 98 - Jewish Telegraphic Agency

"Ira “Bob” Born, the son of a Russian Jewish immigrant who founded the company that makes Peeps candies, has died. He was 98.

Born was the former president of Just Born Quality Confections, the 100-year-old family-owned candy company in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, that makes Mike and Ikes, jelly beans and Goldenberg Peanut Chews, but is probably best known for the marshmallow treats that are staples in Easter baskets.

Just Born’s Jewish roots came as a surprise to this reporter, who in 2012 reported for the New Jersey Jewish News on the company’s acquisition of Goldenberg Peanut Chews, a venerable Philadelphia brand that had recently dropped its kosher “pareve” certification. Ross Born, Bob’s son and co-CEO of the company, explained the difficulty in sourcing ingredients for the candies and spoke about the family’s commitment to Jewish causes in the Lehigh Valley and beyond. (Peanut Chews are kosher dairy; Peeps are not kosher.)

He also spoke about his father’s innovations as head of the company, which the elder Born joined in 1945 after graduating from Lehigh University with a degree in engineering physics and service in the U.S. Navy. Born had been accepted to medical school but fell in love with the business. ...

Bob Born was born on Sept. 29, 1924, in New York City. His father, Sam Born, had been a rabbinical student from Berdichev, Ukraine, before his family fled to Paris, where he learned the art of chocolate-making. After opening a factory and store in Brooklyn, Sam brought his brothers-in-law, Irv and Jack Shaffer, into the business. A nephew, David Shaffer, is currently board chair and co-CEO of Just Born.

Bob Born retired after almost 40 years at Just Born and moved to Florida, where he was chairman of a literacy program in an underserved community.

In addition to his talents as a candymaker, Born was a musician, woodworker, chess player and photographer, according to his son. In 2019, the city of Bethlehem declared Feb. 15 as “Bob Born Day.”

Ross, a past president of the Jewish Federation of the Lehigh Valley, told the local newspaper that his father will be remembered as a “real mensch” — Yiddish for a person of integrity and honor.

“He was a kind person, he was generous with his talents, sharing his abilities. He was very fair minded: he wanted to embrace differences rather than just tolerate them,” Ross Born said.

The family asked that contributions be made to the American Technion Society, Israel Guide Dog Center or any literacy program.

#a real mensch #bob born #ira 'bob' born #marshmallow peeps

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everythingsyouneedtoknow · 1 month

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#17: Ramblin' Jack Elliott - Jack Takes the Floor (1958)

Genre(s): Folk, Blues, Traditional

Jack Takes the Floor is our first proper folk album in 1001 Albums, and serves as a good introduction to the roots of the style. Ramblin' Jack Elliott was one of the first folk troubadours, busking and wandering the states with a focus mainly on collecting excellent traditional tunes rather than writing originals. Like many street-worn wanderers he was actually a rich kid from Brooklyn, a proud tradition carried on by many train-hoppers today (I say this somewhat sarcastically, but am I wrong?). More notably, he was contemporaries with the one and only Woody Guthrie (who inexplicably gets the shaft in the list, and to my knowledge is only present on the list as a guest on one track on this album), and was a huge influence on Bob Dylan (who, in contrast to Guthrie, will be heavily featured later on) and other prominent folk songwriters of the era.

I'm familiar with Elliott's influence on folk and singer-songwriter music, but this was my first time really sitting down and listening to one of this albums. This is a very fun listen. The album is sparse and intimate, with most tracks simply comprised of Jack's guitar and vocals and feeling more like a house show or a campfire guitar pull than a studio recording. Most of the tracklist is traditional tunes and standards, with plenty of familiar songs. His versions of Cocaine and Salty Dog in particular are standouts to me. His guitar playing is surprisingly impressive for the genre (albeit in a subtle way), with a Robert Johnson-esque approach, often playing walking bass lines on the bottom strings while wildly strumming harmony on the top strings. The album has a great energy across the board, and represents this style of music at its best.

I will say that this one absolutely fails the supposed accessibility metric for inclusion in 1001 Albums. It's long out of print everywhere, with most editions dating to the 50s and 60s and all being imports (the only CD release is a spendy 2002 Japanese release). The LP seems to be fairly affordable when you can find it, but in almost a decade of record selling and many years prior of crate digging I can't say I've ever seen a copy. It's not on any streaming service I can find, so for most the only way to listen will be low quality YouTube rips (it certainly was for me). There's probably an argument for including a different Jack Elliott album based on the limited accessibility of this one, but I'll admit that I'm not familiar enough with his discography to make a recommendation (however anyone with eyes can see a number of other options on various streaming services).

That being said, aside from the accessibility concerns, I think this fully earns its place on the list: yes, you MUST hear Jack Takes the Floor before you die.

Next time, we swing back over to the world of jazz with Sarah Vaughan's classic live album At Mr. Kelly's!

#1001 albums #1001 albums you must hear before you die #1001albumsrated #album review #now spinning #Ramblin' Jack Elliott #Jack Takes the Floor #folk #traditional music #blues

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[Brook Nina] ’ you inspire me so much, i’ve always looked up to you. ’

| Muse interaction

Nina wasn't in the best of moods right now grumbling under her breath, arms locked tightly over in front of her chest. Her shoulders were tense and squared up as he face was fixed into a harden stare. She was doing her best to hold back her words. Biting her tongue a bit more literal then the phasing normally suggests in the moment. But Nina had to learn over years of this whole hero gig that sometimes? well things just didn't go the way you thought or even wanted them to go. And sometimes that meant the bad guy gets away.

Not as in they ran and Nina couldn't catch them in time, nah Nina was hot on the guys heels. The second they fight the fight was lost. They bolted from the scene and sure maybe Nina should have just let them go. But who was anyone kidding there was no way Nina could simply let them just get away with it. Robberies weren't uncommon. Sometimes getting rob in the middle of the city was even just joked about due to how often it happened. The saying always about how you got rob in board daylight right? And the poor women who had been digging around in her purse at the time was the unlikely victim in the moment. It had all happened in a flash. Nina and Brooklyn were walking Cooper and Boof.

Though she not sure it counted as a walk, if Brooklyn would stop to how the little fur ball the moment the little dog decided he was simply to tried to walk anymore because the little dog was purely spoiled and knew Brook would carry him. Something Nina was in the middle of teasing the little dog over as they had to stop for the traffic light to change and let them cross. When it all unfolded the guy say the bag ready for the taking he timed it with the street lights even seeming to get it just right as cars began to pull to a stop. The women's voice alerted Nina to something going on as she whipped her head tot he side and eyed the guy running by her and her sister. She only had those two seconds to act.

Shoving the handle of Cooper's leash into her sister hand before she broke out into a sudden dash. She kept her eyes trained on to the guys back it was all just so sudden Nina's feet moved on their own. She had just expected this go as it always did. The bad guy tries to take the unexpected women's purse, hero steps in and saves the day. And it seemed that was exactly how this was all going to go down today. Expect it didn't go as planned. Nina only being slowed down by the large crowds of people walking on the side walks. The man she was pursuing was using that to his advantage as he would push people to clear his path. Cause more trouble then anything Nina nearly losing him when she would try and catch anyone when they lost balance and nearly fell. Gritting her teeth. He was going to get away! Nina thought.

Watching him deceased down the stairs I to the subway Nina. Scrambled to follow him she need to act faster. Even jumping over the turnstiles just to shave off a couple of second but when she reached the subway train watching to man run I to the first car he could get into. She followed him nearly jumping so she would land inside. As she fell to the ground. The crowd of people around scattered to avoid the sudden body throwing themself into the cart. A dull pain rung out over her shoulder. She ignored it as she moved to stand up her stance a bit shakes as the train had started to move towards the next station. Nina scanned the crowd even looked to the doors but..where? Where was he? A suddenly thouch clicked in head as she ran over to the window just in time to spot him on the next platform over.

Nina wasn't sure what pissed her off more that he got away? Or thar he totally tricked her!

Now she sat on the sidewalk just outside the stop she took the train towards havung called Brooklyn to know where to find her at. She should have seen them pulling that stunt on her she thought. Chasing after him still was pointless because he would be long gone from the station once she returned if he didn't just run to the next one in the opposite direction. When Brook had finally caught to her Nina stayed where she let. Cooper walking over nudge his head against her demanding hos owners attetion over her current mood. Which helped as she went to pet the Golden retriever. "This bites" Nina complains towards Brookly. Everyone gonna think I'm some sort joke when it gets out a purse snatcher git the betta of me." Nina expresses to explain her current mood. "Aint not way anyone else would have fallen fkr that cheap trick. Nat would got him the second he got to the subway, hell pops would have had him the second he went by the cross walk. Tony woulda had him maybe a bit after that depends what suite he was wearin' ya know?" She complains "man forget being called a joke I am a joke he was 'ught there! How could i mess uo so bad!!" But seemed Brooklyn the ever loyal younger sister she was ready to lift Nina from her dumps.

’ you inspire me so much, i’ve always looked up to you. ’

"Nina slightly chuckles at the compliment, she knkw Brooklyn meant it of course she did. Brooklyn didn't even know what lip service was after all. But it did work Nina isn't sure what that says about her. But still. "Nina slightly chuckles at the compliment, she knkw Brooklyn meant it of course she did. Brooklyn didn't even know what lip service was after all. But it did work Nina isn't sure what that says about her. But still.

"That's sort funny cause I always wish I was mkre 'ike you." Nina states turning to face her sister now knowing how the statement will likely catch her younger sister off graud. Brooklyn was smaller after all many assumed her weak because of her size and over all quite demeanor. So she could see her statement being odd. "Your just so hopful ya know?" She offers "positive and what not. I wish I could be just a tad more that way." Nina explains not that she was negative but she could often bit see the sliver lining or look to the bright side unlike her sister. "Though gotta say Bambi I got no idea how I'm meant to see the positive on this right now. And honestly I need you to tone the su shine flower child vibes." She mostly teasing despite how she let's the frown tug her smile down now. "Cause he was right there! I almost had him!!" She contuines back to complain over with a loud groan.

#muse| nina rogers #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ star children til the end of the line aflockoffeathers]#muse interaction #ic reply #stay queued

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#NEPOBOYFRIEND: ind. original character roleplay blog. written by dillon; twenty-five, they/them, lesbian. triggering themes will be present. mutuals only, minors do not interact. sideblog to @crushsung.

RULES:

triggering content will be present, including but not limited to themes involving past abuse and substance use. none of these subjects will be written in graphic detail, but are prevalent in adam's story. i will tag whatever i can, but please use your own discretion if you decide to follow.

i do not have a ton of triggers myself, but i do ask that others please tag images of snails, slugs, and any content involving self harm.

i'm open to writing n.sfw content if we have (heavily) plotted and know each other fairly well, but i'd prefer to keep anything of an explicit nature on disc.ord. sexual content may be implied here and there, but won't be written graphically here.

iconless, mostly. sometimes not. not particular focused on visual aesthetic at the moment; i keep formatting fairly simple, but feel free to do whatever works best for you.

a little bit about me: hi, i'm dillon. aspiring screenwriter, gothic horror enthusiast, would-be hamlet impersonator, best friend of snoopy, and many other things. i have insomnia so i'm often here at odd hours. mutuals are always welcome to bother me, either here or on disc.ord (available on request!)

TEMPORARY BIO:

name. adam oliver roswell. nicknames/alias. shithead. nepo boyfriend. gender. cis man. pronouns. he/him. birthday. april 13. age. 25-27 in main verse. sexuality. bisexual. current location. brooklyn, new york. birthplace. brooklyn, new york. education. college dropout. occupation. frontman for a punk band called blemishes. faceclaim. callum turner. voiceclaim. eric e.gan (of heart attack man). eye colour. blue. hair colour. naturally dark brown. currently bleached blond. sometimes dyed forest green. body type. thin, lanky, lean muscle. height. 6'2" scent. pine needles, amber, oakmoss, cypress, musk. likes an androgynous scent; typically wears cyrus by moro dabron. tattoos/piecings. see board. personality. bold, dedicated, impulsive, loyal, talkative.

annoying skater kid, semi grown-up. grew up in brooklyn. an only child, close with both his mom and stepdad. no relationship or contact with his bio dad.

stepdad was in a somewhat successful hardcore band called twin daggers in the 80s and 90s. introduced him to the music scene.

undiagnosed adhd and autism. vaguely aware of this, but kind of doesn’t care enough to deal with that right now.

previously dated alice brennan. was given the nickname “nepo boyfriend” by the press during this time. has a few other publicly failed relationships you probably know about too.

famous for unhinged tweets. previously communicated with fans and followers a lot, but doesn’t do so as much lately.

has a rescue dog named truman, whom he calls “his son”. 12k followers on instagram.

INFLUENCES: green room (2015). adam ‘mca’ yauch of beastie boys. jamie tartt, ted lasso (2020 series). a.wsten knight of w.aterparks. tommy shepherd, young avengers (comic). eric e.gan of heart attack man.

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It Was Always You ~ Chapter One

Pairing: Brother’s Best Friend!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Mild language

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a/n: Here it is, chapter one! Sorry for those of you that had to wait for this. I am currently on HST. I will try my best to update this series every Monday, but I just had a baby, you guys, so my schedule is all over the place right now. But, I will do my best. Enjoy chapter one, and let me know what you all think!

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You hated airports. They were always too stuffy, and the lights were always too bright. But, there you were. Sitting alone watching airplane after airplane taxi out. It felt like it was just yesterday when you received the wedding invite in your mailbox. “Please join us as we celebrate the union of Steve and Margaret,” the piece of white cardstock had read. You were happy for your brother, you really were, but you had half a mind to not go. You could come up with some lame excuse about how you couldn’t get a dog sitter or how work couldn’t go a second without their best coffee runner. But, when another flowery piece of paper fell out of the envelope requesting you to be the maid of honor, you caved. You hadn’t been back to Brooklyn in five years. After high school, you slipped out like a thief in the night without even a goodbye to your closest friends. So, when you agreed to go there for a whole week, of course, everyone was excited. That was everyone but you. You left for a reason and hadn’t planned on going back. Ever. Unfortunately for you, plans change.

You let your head fall back and exhaled a long sigh when the crackle of the PA system echoed throughout the busy terminal.

“Now boarding flight 537 for Los Angeles to LaGuardia at gate 2B.”

You stood and begrudgingly boarded the flight leaving Los Angeles behind you.

When you landed in LaGuardia, you took your time gathering your bag and exiting the plane. Maybe if you took long enough, the plane would just take you back to Los Angeles. That plan fell through when the kind flight attendant politely forced you off the plane. The warmth of California was replaced by the bite of New York’s cold winter. Naturally, your brother would choose the dead of winter to get married. You pulled your jacket a little tighter around your body and made your way down the empty boarding bridge. When you emerged, you were welcomed with the smell of fresh pizza and the sound of cars honking outside. You let the familiarity of it all fall over you like a blanket before continuing toward the doors. A small smile crept onto your lips when you saw your brother in the crowd. He was hard to miss. Standing at 6′1, he towered over the rest of the bustling people. You spotted his blonde hair almost immediately. When you finally came into view, a goofy grin spread across his face. You were happy to see that after five years, he hadn’t changed a bit.

“For a second, I thought I was gonna have to go and drag you off the plane,” he said, pulling you into a strong hug.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes,

“Ha ha. It’s good to see you too, Stevie.”

He held you at arm’s length and shook his head in disbelief.

“Man,” he said softly, “after all these years.”

“What?”

That goofy grin was back.

“You still have that huge forehead.”

“Really?” You said, slapping his arms off you.

“Oh, you know I’m just messing with you, Y/N,” Steve said with a loud laugh. “Now,” he said, pulling you into his side, “come on. I don’t think dad can keep mom pacified for much longer.”

And with that, Steve was scooping your bag up and guiding you out the airport doors.

Steve drove, allowing you to take in the streets you used to call home. The snow-covered sidewalks passed by in a pearly blur, and the bare trees stood in contrast to the buildings peppered in white around them. You sighed with content. Nothing had changed. The winters in Brooklyn were still as beautiful as ever.

It wasn’t long before Steve was pulling into the driveway of your childhood home. You could see your mom bouncing in the front window before disappearing and throwing the front door open. You couldn’t help the warm feeling you got in your chest at the sight of your mom so happy. Even though you chose to leave, it still hurt to say goodbye to the woman who raised you.

“Oh, my goodness, Joe, look at our baby girl!” Your mom squeaked as she barreled down the porch. You let out a small groan causing Steve to chuckle.

“I told you she was excited.”

You shot him a knowing look before getting out of the car.

You gave your mom a weak smile before she pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Okay, ma, too much.”

She jumped back just as suddenly as she had grabbed you and brushed her hands on her skirt.

“Sorry, honey. We’re just so happy that you finally decided to come home.”

“She’s not coming home, mom,” Steve said, pulling your bag from the trunk, “she’s visiting. Remember? She’s too cool for us now.”

You shot him an annoyed look which he returned with a smile and a ruffle of your hair as he passed by you to the front door.

“It’s not that,” you grumbled under your breath before following him inside.

As you had expected, everything was where you left it five years ago. The photos of you and Steve growing through the years hung perfectly on the wall. The cabinet that held your grandmother’s old china set sat comfortably in the corner of the living room. Even the smell was the same. A mixture of sweet vanilla and firewood. This was the house that you once called home.

Your mom was talking as she ushered you up the stairs, but you couldn’t hear a thing. You were too focused on your surroundings. The hallway upstairs was still painted the same off-white you remembered from so many years ago. The pencil marks documenting you and Steve’s heights were still there on the wall across from the bathroom. You let your fingers trace over the faded lines for a minute. It was all the same. Finally, your mom came to a stop in the doorway that led to your old bedroom. You walked in, memories of your past swarming your head. The desk holding your old computer and snow globes stood on one wall, and your bookshelf with all your favorite novels was still in the far corner. The bright blue comforter set from your teenage years still adorned the full-size bed.

“I left it exactly how you had it,” your mom said, wringing her hands together, “just in case.”

A knot formed in your stomach. The happiness and hope in your mom’s eyes were so evident it almost killed you. You smiled at her and gently pulled her into a tight hug.

“Thanks, ma.”

She held you there for a moment before letting go, giving a little nod, then leaving you to get settled in. You fell back onto your bed, allowing the warmth of your duvet to embrace you. After almost an eight-hour flight, you welcomed the comfort of the soft mattress. Just as you felt the sweet surrender of sleep coming, someone kicked the toe of your boot. You peeled your eyes open to see Steve standing over you.

“What?” You groaned.

“We have to go. We’re already late.”

“Late for wh-,” you propped yourself up on your elbows, “what are you talking about?”

“We’re going to Goldie’s tonight.”

You dropped your head back onto the bed.

“Steve-”

Before you could say anything else, your brother was dragging you off the bed.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

When all you did was scowl at him, he gave an annoyed huff.

“Nat will be there.”

You pouted up at your older brother, but he was not taking “no” for an answer. You finally let out an annoyed sigh.

“Fine.”

His big smile filled his face again as he threw his arm around your shoulders, giving you a squeeze.

“There’s the sister I remember!”

You laughed as he led you back down the stairs and into the cold winter weather.

Goldie’s was packed, as usual, the crowd pouring out onto the sidewalk out front. Some old Led Zeppelin song was playing from the speakers hanging on the walls of the small building. You followed closely behind Steve to the booth that your group of friends had occupied since you were kids sneaking in with fake IDs. Tony and Pepper were snuggled up next to each other, Natasha and Peggy were involved in an intense conversation, and Bruce was quietly playing on his phone. It was exactly as you remembered. Your heart warmed at the comfortableness of it all. As you approached, Natasha saw you and smirked.

“Well, would you look at who finally decided to grace us with her presence?”

Although you were hell-bent on not having a good time, you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips.

“I was starting to think you forgot about us.” She said, moving over to give you a space to sit. You slid in next to her and leaned your head on her shoulder,

“I could never forget about you, Nat.”

Being only a year younger than Steve meant that you grew up hanging out with all his. Natasha being the only female until Pepper joined the group, ended up being like an older sister to you. When you needed help with your prom makeup and hair, you called Nat. When you had a crush on a boy you shouldn’t have had a crush on, you called Nat. And when you had your heart broken by said boy, you called Nat. She was the only one who knew exactly why you shipped off to California after high school instead of following everyone else to NYU.

Keeping your head on Nat’s shoulder, you closed your eyes, happy with your decision to go out. You were at peace. Then, everything came to an abrupt halt. You heard him before you even saw him, but your body still reacted. The skin on the back of your neck prickled, and your palms began to sweat. Much to your chagrin, your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your chest. No one had told you that he was going to be here tonight. Every muscle in your body was tense as you opened your eyes just in time to see him approaching the table.

“There they are! The couple of the hour!” Bucky said, going up to slap Steve on the shoulders. You couldn’t believe that he was here. And, you hated to admit it, but he looked good. After five years, you tried to tell yourself that maybe he had gotten unexpected male patterned baldness. Perhaps even his teeth rotted out of his mouth. Or he got mauled by a bobcat. But no. Of course, James Buchanan Barnes was even more handsome than you had left him. Anger bubbled in your gut, and Natasha felt your demeanor change.

“You didn’t know that he was coming tonight?” She asked in a whisper.

“Steve neglected to mention that he would be joining us when he dragged me out of my bed,” you said through gritted teeth.

“He is Steve’s best friend, Y/N.”

You gave an irritated huff in response then dropped your gaze. Your eyes stayed trained on the table, and you busied your fingers with a piece of straw paper. A part of you kind of hoped that he wouldn’t recognize you and that maybe no one would even mention that you were there. You could get through the rest of the evening in your little bubble with Nat and then forget you saw him. But nothing ever goes as planned.

“Oh, Bucky,” Peggy all but shouted, “you’ll never believe who decided to come to the wedding.”

Through your curtain of hair, you could see Bucky take his usual spot next to Steve and wait on Peggy to answer. You prayed that she would say some distant relative that she hadn’t seen in years. It surely wasn’t that big of a deal that you were there. Then, she said your name. Bucky’s smile faltered just slightly before he turned to face you. There was no hiding anymore. You pushed your hair back, finally making eye contact with the one person you didn’t want to see.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, “hey.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile and then dropped your gaze, but you could still feel his.

“Yeah,” Peggy said with excitement, “and, to make things even better, she’s my maid of honor! Isn’t that great?”

Bucky, not even remotely engaged in the conversation anymore, responded with a weak “Yeah, that’s fantastic.” Peggy was talking, but Bucky cut her off, speaking directly to you.

“When did you get in?”

You slowly raised your gaze to meet his eyes again. Even after so many years, his eyes could still make it feel like it was only the two of you in the room. They still felt like home, and you hated that you felt that way.

“About an hour ago.”

“How long are you staying?”

“Not long.”

You didn’t try to hide the hostility in your short answers or cold stare. As badly as you wanted to be mad at your brother for not telling you about Bucky, you couldn’t. He didn’t know what happened all those years ago. Natasha’s firm grip on your thigh pulled you from your thoughts. You focused on Peggy, who was staring at you in anticipation.

“What?”

“You and Bucky? You’ll be spending a lot of time together over the next couple. of days.”

Your eyes widened,

“Excuse me!?”

Everyone at the table looked at you in confusion. But, before anyone could say anything, Natasha spoke up.

“Of course, they will be. Right, Y/N? Because you’re the maid of honor,” her eyes widened, “and Bucky is the best man. So, you’ll make sure Peggy won’t have to worry about anything before her big day.”

Your mouth fell slightly ajar as the anger from before resurfaced with even more fervor. But before you could object, Natasha’s grip got tighter, and she gave you a stern look. You gave as believable of a smile as you could and nodded,

“That’s right, Peggy. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure everything is perfect. Now,” you stood from the booth, almost knocking over a couple of glasses in your haste, “I’m just gonna head out. You know, I just got off an eight-hour flight and all.”

You gave a nervous chuckle as you fumbled to grab your purse before trudging through the crowd and out the door. The cold wind slapped you in the face, grounding you. You couldn’t spend an extended amount of time with Bucky. It just wasn’t going to happen. You spent five years piecing yourself back together, and in the matter of a few minutes, he was able to open the wounds again. You hadn’t let yourself forgive him and certainly weren’t going to be letting go of any grudges any time soon. There was no way you would be able to handle several days with him. A shiver rolled down your spine, and you hugged your torso, trying to preserve the little bit of defense you had left.

“This weather is a little different than what you’re used to, huh?”

Of course, he would follow you out here. You turned to face him, and damn if he didn’t look even better in the muted light of the moon. It’s almost as if the universe wanted to make you miserable.

“Um, it’s definitely...colder.”

You wanted to kick yourself for letting him have this effect on you. He let out a breathy laugh and slid his hands into his pockets, letting silence fall between the two of you. He looked at your arms wrapped around your body and could tell you had your guard up.

“So,” he said, breaking the uncomfortable quiet.

His eyes were so soft you could feel yourself starting to melt. He couldn’t believe you were finally standing in front of him again. A small sigh fell from his lips as he shook his head.

“You’re back. I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

You didn’t say anything in return. When you didn’t speak, he took a small step toward you and you went rigid. Your spine straightened under his gaze, and just like that, he could tell that you shut him out.

“Look, Bucky,” you began, “I’m here for Steve and Peggy. That’s it. Let’s just get through these next couple of days, okay?”

He gulped down the sting of your words and nodded. He took a step back and ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his.

“Right, yeah. Well, I guess I’ll just pick you up tomorrow then?”

Bucky was never an anxious person. He was always the light in a dull room, confidence all but oozing from him. Seeing him be so nervous around you made your heart clench in your chest. You pushed down the feeling.

“Okay. It’s a date.”

The phrase had already left your lips before you realized what you had actually said. Bucky raised his eyebrows, and a playful smirk crept onto his lips. Shit.

“I, uh, that’s not what I...” you stammered out before forcing yourself to stop in order to gather your thoughts.

“It’s a figure of speech. I just meant I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Bucky chuckled,

“I know what you meant, doll.”

You couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the nickname. Never removing his eyes from you, he stepped to the curb and hailed a cab for you. His gaze took in the entire length of your body. You were definitely not the same quiet teenage girl he remembered. You wore clothes that hugged your figure and grew your hair out. You had blossomed into a woman, and he noticed. When the cab pulled up, he opened the door for you, and you swiftly got inside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you mumbled.

Bucky’s eyes gleamed as he leaned in, capturing your gaze again. That playful smirk was back.

“It’s a date,” he said before shutting the door and smacking the top of the cab. It took everything in your power to not turn around and watch his retreating figure as the cab drove off. You threw your head back and let out a loud groan. This was not happening. Not after it took you so long to mend yourself back together. You were no longer a shy innocent 18-year-old girl crushing on her big brother’s best friend. You were a grown ass woman, dammit. You had your own apartment and car and a halfway decent paying job. You were not going to let this happen again. But his radiant smile flashed through your mind, and the melodic sound of his laugh danced around in your head. The way he said your name and that goddamn nickname pierced right through the walls you had put up. You sighed.

“Fuck.”

This was going to be a long week.

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