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histrionic-dragon · 5 years

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Weekend Reading Recs: Captain America (MCU) Fanfic Disambiguation List

A much longer list than my usual Weekend Reading Recs, but hey, it’s a holiday weekend (in the US, at least).

It may or may not happen to anyone else, but I know that there are fanfics with similar names and/or premises that I get mixed up frequently. I have these stories bookmarked, but I will still have to open them to tell which one it is.

So, partly for my own clarification and partly for your edification--and partly because, hey, if you know and like one, you might like the others!--I’m making a fic rec list pair by pair, sometimes group by group.

All MCU Captain America, mostly set at least partially in the 21st century, many but not all Steve/Bucky.

Set 1: Reference Works

Encyclopedias/dictionaries/glossaries, or, stories about Steve adapting to the 21st century and the bumps inherent in doing so.

A Partial Dictionary Of The 21st Century By Captain Steve Rogers, US Army by copperbadge

Summary: Steve is adapting well to the new millennium, and he has the dictionary to prove it.

Halbereth’s notes: The one that’s actually in alphabetical order and has Professor X in it. Also, the Steve/Tony one.

A Glossary of the 21st Century by kinky_kneazle

Summary: Steve's sick of not understanding what's going on, and the team are not all that helpful, so he starts keeping an illustrated notebook for further research. With the help of wiki, google and Logan he starts to settle in and find his place in the twenty-first century.

Halbereth’s notes: The one where Steve has a notebook full of things to look up (even though I’m pretty sure this was written pre-Winter Soldier release), he’s frustrated but eventually the others realize what’s going on and help, there’s really well-done tension between Steve and Tony that gets resolved well, and Wolverine’s in it. This is the one that has (had? It’s all the Livejournal logo now) art, the one with Steve and Bucky as lookouts at a speakeasy as kids; the one that’s meant to be early Steve/Natasha, only I didn’t realize that until my third time reading it.

I feel like there was a Steve/Bucky one, too, but I’m not sure what it was. Possibly The Steven G. Rogers Guide to What You Missed the Last Few Years by what_alchemy.

Summary: Steve's got the hang of this 21st century thing.

Halbereth’s notes: post-Winter Soldier. Bucky’s himself again and living with Steve. Steve helps him adjust to some of the different things about this time, but it’s also obviously really good for Steve to have someone else who kind of boggles at things too.

Set 2: Courtship through food

The Quickest Way to a Heart by VictoryCandescence

Summary: Steve and Bucky: an edible history.

Halbereth’s notes: Bucky is living with Steve, post Winter Soldier, and fresh-made food keeps appearing in the kitchen, food that reminds Steve of when he and Bucky were younger. A slow burn romance with most of the slow burn via flashback. Cute and touching and makes me hungry every time. Also, it’s nice to see Bucky helping Steve remember for once. The one with the cookies and whipped cream and booze.

the food of love by biblionerd07

Summary: Bucky and Steve communicate through food. Sam is a good person, so he doesn't complain about his kitchen being taken over. Not too much, anyway.

Halbereth’s notes: Featuring a semi-feral post-Winter Soldier Bucky who Steve leaves food out for on the fire escape. Of Sam’s apartment. The one with this line: “He did not expect to glance out the window as he got a drink of water at 5:40 am to find Bucky Barnes waiting patiently on the fire escape, eerily still and peering in the window. Sam screamed out loud and dropped the glass of water.”

Set 3: involving apple cake

Bucky Barnes Versus Sarah Rogers' Apple Cake by fedzgurl, rayskeptic

Summary: Bucky Barnes learned two crucial, lifelong lessons during the summer of 1941. The first was that he absolutely hated apple cake. The second was that he loved Steve Rogers enough to make up for it.

Halbereth’s notes: The one where Bucky makes it for Steve, with many, many tries to get the recipe right, starting in the forties. Absolutely would also go in Set 2.

Apple Cake (and other remedies for an ailing soul) by Mici (noharlembeat)

Summary: It is something that’s mentioned in the Smithsonian exhibit, for reasons that Steve cannot actually parse. He is an American Hero (so they say) who saved New York (more than once), and under all that information on one of the see-through plastic descriptions of his heroic deeds is, for some unintelligible reason, the sentence, “he currently resides in the D.C. Metro area, and his favorite food is apple cake.”

Halbereth’s notes: The one where Bucky doesn’t make it for Steve.

Find My Way by Brenda

Summary: Well, someone had to write the post-Winter Soldier fic where Bucky gets a decent meal and some homemade apple pie, right?

Halbereth’s notes: The one where it’s not even apple cake but it has an apple dessert in the summary and I found it while looking for the others, so here, have the rec. Now, what is this one again? *skims* Ah, yes. Bucky in a diner in the middle of nowhere. Hmm, I think “Bucky recovery-fic set in diners” ought to be another category.

Set 4: In which Bucky moves into Steve’s apartment while Steve is looking for Bucky

To Stop My Mind From Wandering by Lynchy8

Summary: "Leaving the man – the mission – the mission who was a man who was also important, so important, more important than this mission… which was terrifying because nothing had ever been more important than a mission before… leaving That Man on the banks of the river, had been almost impossible."After the fall of Hydra, Steve goes in search of Bucky in the hope of bringing him home. Meanwhile someone has broken into Steve's D.C. apartment, but what kind of burglar or assassin buys paint and drywall mud?

Halbereth’s notes: Bucky remodels Steve’s apartment, starting with fixing the bullet holes he put in the wall when he shot Fury. Featuring Jeff at the hardware store. Just a great story about Bucky healing and making himself comfortable--and taking care of Steve, kind of, too, by making his SHIELD-issued DC apartment actually a home.

. . . OK, as of now I don’t seem to have a specific second one bookmarked, but this is a whole freakin’ subgenre of Captain America fanfic, so. I’m sure you can fill in your own.

Set 5: Steve/Tony with past Steve/Bucky, then Bucky comes back

What We Asked For From Each Other by Speranza

Summary: "I don't like pain," he told Banner. "Or assassins. Or boyfriends, actually."

Excerpt from the author’s note, which is a better summary: Anyway, I'm totally not putting this in the summary line, but this below is the actualfax summary, as I explained it to Merry:Ces: I mean Ces: in my head this is a story where Ces: Bucky shows up and just kicks Tony out of any universe where there was a Steve/Tony pairing Ces: and its mostly a story about Tony going OOF Ces: and HEY Ces: and I WASN'T SURE I WAS—okay, yes, I'm done with that. Ces: All yours.

Halbereth’s notes: ^That. It’s the one with Stucky endgame. It’s sweet. It’s short, well-written, well-characterized, and plays with the dynamics and relationships involved in 11K words. (By comparison, my Heroes are Easy, People are Hard also focuses on Steve, Tony, and Bucky, albeit in a different way, and is 152K words long.) Encapsulated, for me, in this exchange: "Okay," Tony said finally. "The thing is: I kind of wanted to be the kind of guy who would want you." "Yeah," Steve said levelly. "You should meet him. He's in there.”

gonna be trouble by fictionalcandie

Summary: In which Bucky comes back, Tony is doomed, and the Avengers want their breakfast.

Halbereth’s notes: The flip of What We Asked For From Each Other. Encapsulated by “seriously, your buddy’s a genius, I’m going to make him the best goddamn prosthetic arm in the universe, I love you, we’re idiots.”

Set 6: Bucky recovery fic in diners

As noted above.

Find My Way by Brenda

Summary: Well, someone had to write the post-Winter Soldier fic where Bucky gets a decent meal and some homemade apple pie, right?

Halbereth’s notes: see above.

Third and Sixteenth by Le_Rouret for sheraiah

Summary:The thing about Manhattan diners is, you can never tell who's gonna walk in the door.Bucky struggles to remember who and what he is, taking refuge in a small New York diner. But the outside world simply won't leave him alone.

Halbereth’s notes: A really good Bucky recovery fic. Starts in a diner; ends up with Clint Barton and family, because Clint gets the post-brainwashing deal--and also, Clint adopts strays regardless.

Set 7: Becca Barnes

My Ghosts are Six Feet Under by what_alchemy

Summary: Steve showed up on Becca’s doorstep a month after the invasion in New York, larger than life and trying to hide it.

Halbereth’s notes: set entirely in the 21st century.

My Brother, The Hero by Odsbodkins

Summary: Becca Barnes is eight years old, and her big brother can do no wrong. The events of the two Captain America movies, from the perspective of one of the sisters Bucky leaves behind.

Halbereth’s notes: the one that follows Becca from age 8 to after Bucky falls, and then picks up again around when Steve comes out of the ice and follows through past the events of Winter Soldier. The one with Mystery Cake.

This will possibly be added to--I think there was something I mentally associated with Source Code by Closer, for starters--but that’s enough for now!

#Weekend Reading Recs #fanfic recs #rec list #Captain America #Captain America fanfic rec list #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Becca Barnes #Sarah Rogers' apple cake #Tony Stark #Natasha Romanoff #diners #Clint Barton #Sam Wilson

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On Wings of Fate (2) - s.r. | b.b.

Series summary: You meet a kind stranger one day in the marketplace. He's a pirate, but a good man, he swears. Your knight isn't so sure, but oh, what does he know? You like the pirate; his eyes are like the sea and his smile... oh, his smile is trouble. Yet from the moment he docked at your kingdom's port, you just may have bargained for more than the three of you could ever imagined.

Pairing: knight!Steve Rogers x princess!fem!Reader x pirate!Bucky Barnes

Word count: 7.8k

Warnings: war, violence, reader is grabbed briefly, Alexander Pierce.

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“Sigh.”

You shifted, crossing your elbows on the table. Petunia didn't so much as glance at you.

“Siiiiiigh!”

You swung your legs. Petunia continued embroidering her stack of napkins. You’d long since put down your own stitchwork, choosing instead to stare longingly out the window. It was sunny once again, a gorgeous day. Far too gorgeous to spend cooped up inside, stitching napkins.

You took a deep inhale. Petunia raised a brow.

“Ssssiiiiii—”

“My lady, is something the matter?”

“No, no, nothing’s the matter. I’m just sighing, Petunia. As one does.”

“So I hear.”

You leaned forward, frowning at the sun and sword emblem on the single napkin you’d almost managed to finish.

“How many more of these do we have to do?”

“Three dozen. Though you don’t have to work on these, my lady.”

“It’s not like there’s anything else to do,” you grumbled, slouching in your chair. “Father’s basically put me on palace arrest.”

“My lady, any of the knights would be happy to…”

“They’re training.”

“Only a few are. Sir Steven, Sir—”

“Yes. As I said, they’re training.”

Petunia smiled. Your pout deepened.

“I see. Well, until he’s finished, you can always help in the gardens, or the kitchens. Don’t you want to see what they’re making for the festival, my lady?”

“Yes, I do. In the city. In the stalls. Where the festival food is. Not whatever nonsense Father forces to impress the delegates and officials.”

You picked up the needle, poking it through the napkin once again, filling in the yellow sun. You sighed.

“I’m sorry, Petunia. I sound wretched, whining about a feast. I’m simply restless.”

After what had happened with the so-called spy, your father had decided that it was too risky for you to be on your own. So now the guards watched you like a hawk. You hadn't wreaked your usual havoc in nearly a week. It was hell.

"I understand, my lady, but the king only wants to keep you safe."

"At the expense of my sanity."

Petunia hummed. She, like Steve, knew your dramatics enough to skirt around them.

"I hear they're making apple cake for the feast."

You straightened. "Are they?"

"That's what I was told."

You leapt from the chair, pushing it in. Stalls or not, apple cake was always a yes. Petunia chortled.

"Enjoy, my lady."

"I'll save you some," you promised, dashing to the kitchens.

It was busy. You stayed close to the wall, not wanting to get in anyone's way. The chefs worked hard year-round and you respected their craft. They didn't need you skulking about. But, well… apple cake.

"I made you your own, Your Highness," said the head chef, pointing to a parcel.

You darted forward, taking the cake. It smelled divine, rich with spices and sweet summer apples.

"Thank you, thank you. For my maid, could I…"

"Petunia gets hers too," he promised with a chuckle. "I will send it to her. Your knight ought to stop by too. This is Sarah Rogers' recipe after all."

"I—but he's not my knight. He's for the kingdom."

"Of course," he amended. "My mistake, my lady."

Steve did like apple cake, though. Even more than you, with all the memories attached to it.

"I'll be in the gardens," you decided, collecting your treat.

"Please don't try to hop the gate again, Your Highness. They just trimmed the topiary."

"That was one time!"

Damn your father. And whatever gardener had ratted you out.

The gardens were mildly busy, what with the festival preparations. But you were able to walk and eat by yourself, thinking. You longed to go back to the docks and taste the salty air, feel the spray from the waves. Your father had warned you not to go to the docks anymore, lest there be spies. Steve might take you… he was more lenient when he could be by your side. Still, fraternizing with a pirate was pushing it. Even for you.

"Lovely day, eh?"

You looked up to see one of the gardeners standing before you. He wore all the proper attire, and nothing would've been out of the ordinary… only he had two gold hoops in his right ear. You stiffened, one hand clutching your skirt in case you needed to run.

"Now it's alright," he said, holding up a hand. His dialect was unfamiliar to your kingdom. "Ain't 'ere to 'arm ya, Princess Y/N."

"You're not one of the gardeners."

"Not exactly. Dunno shit 'bout flowers, really. The name's Albatross Goodwin. Alby, if y'please. Not me given name, 'course, but it's what I pr'fer to be called."

"You're a pirate."

He grinned, showing off two gold-capped front teeth.

"Hear you're fond'a pirates, Highness. And that they seem to be fond back."

"You mean Bucky?"

Alby laughed heartily.

"First name acquaintance, are ya? Barnesy doesn't let just anyone call 'im that."

He took off his hat, bowing slightly.

"Y'saved one of our own. A decent man, and I'm sure we both know how hard those are to come by."

"Yes," you said, glancing at the rows of fresh poppies. "We do."

"That's why 'm here. Usually I spit on royals, the lot of 'em. No offense, Highness. Lost me pops to a dirty king."

"I'm sorry for your loss, Alby."

Another flash of gold teeth. "Yeah, God rest his soul, whatever corner of Hell he crawled into. Anyway, I got a letter. Barnesy paid me a lot to deliver. Sure must think you're worth it."

A thrill shot through you. Bucky had gone all this way to write you?

"I didn't know he'd keep in touch."

"Mm, well, he also said to show your knight and no one else. You know what he means?"

"Yeah," you smiled. "I do."

Alby pulled out an envelope, speckled with seawater and sealed with a messy press of wax. You took it eagerly, gears turning.

"How will I send him a letter back?"

"I'll come back to your garden tomorrow, Highness. This whole venture is on Barnes' dime."

"Thank you, Alby. Are you hungry? Would you like some apple cake?"

You took your second cake from your pocket, handing it to him. Alby bowed low, returning his hat.

"A real palace delicacy, eh? Maybe not all you royals are so bad, Highness. Guess Barnesy knew what he was talkin' about."

"Did he mention anything about what's in the letter?"

"Nothing. Just that it's important and for me to deliver it immediately. Got some sort of festival going on?"

"Yes," you said, tracing the wax seal. "The Solstice Celebration."

"Must have a lot of imports, then. No one batted an eye when I came here. Busy boys."

"That's odd," you mused. "Plenty of them were assigned to the docks. The king made a big deal about it after Bucky escaped."

"Small mercies," Alby shrugged. "I won't complain."

"Your Highness!"

You froze. Fifty yards away was Captain Jones and two other guards. Alby grimaced.

"You ought to return to work. Go, I'll cover," you pushed, stepping around him.

Alby slipped by, pushing his wheelbarrow. You took your time crossing the veranda. Jones stopped in front of you, fully-armored.

"Your Highness, was that one of the gardeners?"

"Judging by his wheelbarrow and royal gardener patch, yes, I would say so, Captain Jones."

He frowned at you, then squinted at your hand. You put the envelope behind your back but it was too late.

"What is that?"

"What is what?"

"The letter. All mail must be checked, Your Highness."

"It was checked," you huffed, like he was the idiot. "It came from another kingdom."

"Pardon my boldness, milady, but who might be writing you from outside the kingdom?"

"A prince," you answered quickly. "We met at the banquet last month."

"Is that so."

"Yes. Prince… Johnathan."

"Prince Johnathan," echoed Jones. "From the Storm house?"

"That's the one. Would you like to read his letter, perhaps? Decide if his poetry suits your expectations?"

"I didn't think Prince Johnathan was much of a poet," mumbled one of the guards.

"Well, he is. He's full of surprises. We are in love. If you'll excuse me, I must return his message. I was in the garden searching for the perfect flower to send him."

For extra measure, you giggled, tossing your head. Jones gave you a strange look, but he didn't seem suspicious, which was enough for you.

"Of course, milady. Carry on."

You nodded, perusing the rose bushes as if you had all the time in the world. The letter burned a hole in your pocket. You had to find Steve. He and the knights were likely still training. If so, you had to cut across the castle to the training grounds.

You decided to stop by the kitchens first for more apple cake. Petunia was inside, delivering the napkins.

"Did you enjoy the gardens, my lady?"

"Oh, yes. The gardeners are very friendly. Did you try the apple cake?"

"I did. I considered bringing some home for Delilah, though she just had her birthday last week."

"A little apple cake never hurt anyone," you decided. Delilah was Petunia's three year old daughter, with big brown eyes like her mother and a penchant for getting exactly what she wanted. You could relate.

"That's exactly what she might say if she could speak," Petunia sighed. "I wonder some days if I've reared two princesses."

"Well, you did a lovely job with the first, if I do say so," you grinned, swiping two cakes from the counter.

"For your knight?" asked the chef.

"But of course," Petunia answered for you.

You rolled your eyes.

"Don't be cheeky. He'll be hungry after training. Any of them would."

"And yet, you only seem to be bringing enough for one, my lady."

"I will not dignify that with a response," you replied primly. "...Do you have any milk?"

They both laughed heartily.

"That all you got, Rogers?" crowed one of the knights. "A fish flops better than that!"

Metal clanged, ringing in the air. You opened the gate, going to wait by the fence. Steve had removed his helmet, sweat on his fringe. He moved swiftly, powerful with his sword. You liked watching, had done so since you were young and Steve was first training to be a knight. He fought like he was on a battlefield, yet remained in control and merciful. Your father regularly claimed him as his best soldier.

The knight who teased Steve went on the offense, too cocky. Steve dodged him, sword whistling. In an instant, said knight was on his back, sword knocked to the side.

"Do you yield, Sir Valan?" Steve asked calmly.

Sir Valan grumbled, crawling out from under Steve's hold with a sulk. Steve pulled him up, then sheathed his sword.

You clapped, drawing the attention of everyone, including the other palace spectators. Some of the Ladies liked to watch the knights fight too, waving their handkerchiefs and dainty parasols. You waved, not paying them any mind. You were the princess, after all. If you wanted to cheer for Steve, you could. It didn't mean anything.

"That's enough for today," decided another knight. "Good work, men."

"Well done, knights!" you called.

A few nodded in your direction. You hiked up your skirt, standing on the lower rung of the fence.

"Steve!" you called when he began to walk away with the others. That was odd. Hadn't he seen you?

Steve paused, seemingly working something out. Finally, he walked over to you, posture straight. You grinned, leaning over the fence.

"Hi."

"Princess."

The smile slipped from your face.

"Princess? Since when do you address me by my title?"

"Sir Steven! Oh, Sir Steven?"

One of the Ladies waved her flowery handkerchief as she approached. Her maid held Steve's helmet.

"You left this. Would you like my handkerchief to clean it?"

You stiffened. It was no secret that Steve was well-liked. Not only by your father, as well as the other knights, but by women too. Anyone could plainly see that Steve was a handsome man, strong and smart, a fine match for any lucky lady.

You'd asked Steve once if he ever accepted any favor from the Ladies in court. It had been a casual question. Steve was a knight—it would make sense. But he'd met your gaze, serious as stone.

"My duty is not to them. I serve you."

You'd never asked again.

"No, thank you. That is very kind, my lady."

She looked disappointed, but when she saw you, she remembered herself, bowing quickly and leaving. Steve tucked the helmet under his arm.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I'm not causing trouble. Aren't you proud of me?"

"Miracles happen everyday."

"I got a letter, Steve."

"So I heard."

His tone was startling. The fence caught on your knees. You squealed, flapping your arms. Steve stepped forward, catching your waist. He still looked stern, but was softer when he spoke.

"I've told you not to lean on this," he sighed.

"And I never listen," you retorted, arms around his neck. "Ask who wrote me, Steve."

"I know who wrote you, Y/N. The whole kingdom knows, for gods’ sake."

"They do? But how? I was so careful!"

"You call telling Jones careful? You practically made a royal decree."

"What? What are you… oh. Oh, no, Steve!"

You burst into giggles, clapping a hand over your face. Steve's expression switched into bewilderment, which was better, at least. You shook your head.

"Is that what all this Princess business is about? Do you really think I've given my heart to Prince Johnathan of all people?"

"That's what…"

"I only said that so Jones wouldn't snoop through my letter. Oh, Steve. Johnny? Really?"

"Well… it did cross my mind that you could do better."

You smiled, nudging his cheek with yours.

"I certainly could. His own sister would tell me so!"

"Then who sent the letter?"

Your lips went to his ear, pulling him close. Steve braced one hand on the gate, cheeks going pink.

"Bucky."

"Bucky!"

"Shh! He wrote both of us, technically. It’s what Alby said."

"Alby?"

"Albatross Goodwin. Not his birth name, of course."

"Albatross?"

"Yes. Apparently they all get nicknames. What do you suppose they'd call me, Steve?"

"Them? Are you—did you meet with pirates?"

"There was only one pirate."

"You snuck to the docks? Y/N, you've really—"

"I didn't sneak out! He pretended to be a gardener. Goodness, Steve, you act like it's all my doing. I can't control what pirates disguise themselves as palace workers."

Steve clutched his forehead, closing his eyes. Oh, gods. That was his lecture face. You began to untie the cheesecloth the chef had given you, settling on the fence.

"Gods, of all the stunts you've pulled, Y/N, this is the worst. If I'd known what helping him would've done, I'd have never—mmph!"

You retracted your hand, dusting the crumbs from your fingers. Steve chewed confusedly. You smiled.

"Apple cake?" he asked through a mouthful.

"Good, right? I brought some for you. And milk."

He swallowed, glancing down at your hand. You immediately fed him another bite. Steve's cheeks grew redder.

"Y/N, you shouldn't—this isn't right."

"No, don't worry. The chefs made extra."

"I meant—” he swallowed, “a princess shouldn't be bringing a knight cakes. And… feeding him."

"But your hands are all dirty from the training. Besides, how else would I have impeded your incoming lecture. I really ought to set a limit on those. How about one per week?"

"How about you stop doing things that prompt my lectures?" he retorted dryly.

"How about no?"

You hopped off the fence, waving the letter in one hand, cake in the other.

"Come on, aren't you the slightest bit curious?"

"No."

"But it must be important if he told Alby to hurry. Anyway, you have to follow me if you want more cake."

"I don't want more cake," he lied.

"No? Well, alright. I thought this was your favorite, but if you really don't want it, I guess I'll go see if the other knights would…"

Quick as anything, the cheesecloth was out of your hands. Steve was a blur as he shot past you.

“Hey! That’s cheating!”

You heaved up your skirts, giving chase. Steve turned with a giant grin, jogging backwards.

“Come back here! Those are my cakes!”

“Oh, really? Not saving them for your secret admirer?”

You panted, slowing down. Your attire wasn’t exactly built for running long distance. Taking out Bucky’s letter, you flopped down on the grass. Steve stopped, walking back to you. He took another bite, using the cloth as a utensil.

“Gave up already?”

“I am a princess, and princesses do not run without good reason, Steven.”

You tore the seal, sliding out the letter. Steve settled next to you. Immediately, you leaned into his shoulder. He braced himself on the ground so you could comfortably slouch against him.

Dear Princess, began the letter. Are you well? No more close encounters with carts, I hope. Hello, Sir Steve. Practicing hard? I’d hate to best you yet again—gets boring after a while, winning all the time.

“This is ridiculous. I’m going inside.”

“No, Steve, wait! There’s more. I promise that’s the end of the teasing.”

Steve grumped, finishing his cake. You continued reading.

I am writing you from a port off the coast of Oplor, not far from your kingdom. I am fine, not to worry. I must warn you, however. Last night in the tavern, I overheard some whispers about an armada. These men were burly, scarred, and not ones you’d want to be enemies of. One of them had a patch that looked like this:

Below, Bucky had drawn a crude drawing of a lion’s head. Steve stiffened.

“That’s King Faleron’s flag.”

“Why would Faleron’s men be there?” you asked.

“I don’t know. Has your father officially declared war?”

You shook your head. “He wanted to wait until after the festival, when the city is more alert.”

I don’t know if that means anything to you. I don’t dock often, and am unfamiliar with this cluster of kingdoms. I heard the name of your king. They left shortly after. I’ve instructed Alby to return immediately after with confirmation of your safety.

Be careful. Tell your knight the same, eh?

Bucky.

You stared at the letter, tracing the ink. Steve ran a hand through his hair.

“It might not mean anything,” he mused. “There have likely been rising tensions in Faleron’s court too.”

“But why would an armada be traveling the coast?”

“I don’t—”

Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong!

Steve snapped into action, carefully moving out from under you and putting on his helmet. Those were the sound of warning bells. The two of you raced to the castle. You quickly stuffed the letter into the lace of your skirt.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked one of the knights.

“Intruder in the castle,” replied the knight. “But he’s been found.”

“Stay here,” Steve ordered, nudging you behind him.

“They already caught him, Steve,” you huffed. “I think I’ll be fine.”

"Make way, prisoner coming through!" bellowed Jones.

You pushed closer, trying to get a better look at the prisoner. Gold earrings, a gardener's uniform… no.

"That's him!" you whispered to Steve.

"The pirate?"

Alby met your eye as he walked past. His face revealed nothing. Your stomach dropped to your toes.

“Y/N, no—”

Your feet were already moving, coming to stop in front of Jones and his men. They stopped, more out of surprise than anything.

"Who ordered his arrest?" you demanded. "No one has the authority to imprison anyone besides my father."

"Lord Pierce did, milady. He is the acting crown while the king is away."

"Since when?"

"For several days now, Your Highness. It is under his order."

"I want to speak to him at once. Where is he?"

"He is in the throne room, milady, but Lord has requested not to be disturbed. He's working hard on his duties."

"I don't care,” you said, already on your way. “He will answer to me."

The doors to the throne room were shut. What’s more, they were guarded by four men. As if Pierce had anticipated this exact reaction. Steve had insisted on accompanying you. You didn’t resist. With your father away and Pierce helping himself to powers beyond his title, it was best not to take any chances.

“I want to speak to him,” you said, planting yourself right in front of the guards.

“Apologies, milady, but Lord Pierce is not permitting visitors.”

“Visitors? I am the princess.”

“As I said, he is not—”

The doors boomed as you pushed them open, racing in. Several pairs of boots chased after you.

“Princess Y/N!”

You stopped halfway through your storming. Pierce was seated on your father’s throne, as if it belonged to him. The guards paused at your side, not touching you, because they knew what was best for them, disruption or not.

“My Lord, we apologize. She came in and—”

Pierce held up a hand, smiling.

“That is fine. Leave us.”

They did so. Steve remained where he was. Pierce raised a brow.

“Sir Steven, you’re not needed here.”

“He’s with me,” you said. “He stays.”

“Very well,” he grit. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Your Highness?”

“What of the gardener you arrested? You do not have the authority.”

“On the contrary, Your Highness, while the king is away, I oversee this kingdom’s safety. This so-called gardener has been charged with treason.”

“On what grounds?” you cried.

“On the grounds that he is a pirate,” Pierce replied calmly. “And a pirate pretending to work in the castle is treasonous.”

“What proof do you have that he is a pirate?”

“He was reported to be traveling a route that is favored by pirates.”

“That isn’t proof,” you scoffed. “You cannot hold him on that.”

Pierce stood, stepping down the dais. He tilted his head, squinting.

“A pirate sympathizer is not a good look on anyone, Your Highness.”

“I am not a pirate sympathizer,” you snapped.

“No? And I suppose it was a coincidence you were so near last week’s events at the docks.”

“What are you implying?”

“Just as it is a coincidence you were speaking so intently with the prisoner earlier this morning.”

“He was telling me about roses,” you replied. “And warning me about their thorns.”

Pierce chuckled, eyes glittering.

“I see. Well, regardless, I cannot have a pirate running amok.”

“You speak like this is your kingdom, Lord Pierce. It is very dangerous to indulge such fantasies,” you said. “And besides, even my father would give the gardener a fair trial.”

“Your father would not fraternize with pirates,” he sneered.

“Better a pirate than a crook.”

Pierce grabbed your wrist, forcing you forward. You struggled but he held fast.

“I wouldn’t be so bold, Your Highness,” he warned darkly. “We never know where our allies lie.”

“Let go of her.”

Steve’s sword was already drawn. Pierce studied him through slitted eyes.

“You dare draw your sword on me?”

“If you’re wondering where my allegiance lies, Lord Pierce,” Steve began, blade pressed to Pierce’s neck. “Here’s a closer look. Let. Go.”

You let Steve guide you away, still in shock. Pierce had never been so openly insolent before. Why he felt so confident now, you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

“Apologies, Your Highness. I meant no harm. I simply forgot myself.” He smiled. “You are right. It would not be in good habit to be so quick to punish, pirate or not. I shall await the king’s judgment, as soon as he returns.”

“He will hear of this,” you said.

“Of course.” Pierce bowed deeply, bent at the waist. “I understand, Your Highness. My sincerest apologies.”

Your hand searched for Steve’s. He looped your fingers, taking them firmly as you left the throne room. Pierce’s smile was the last thing you saw as the doors shut.

“Are you alright?” Steve's voice was hushed as you stopped at an alcove in the hallway. He took your wrist, inspecting gently. Your heart hammered in your chest.

“Yes, I’m alright. Steve, he’s never… he was so bold. Like he was king.”

“I know,” he replied grimly. “I don’t like this. But if you give Pierce the opportunity, he’ll monopolize on everyone’s fear. You can’t fight for the pirate.”

“What difference does it make? He already suspects me. Oh, I’m sorry, Steve. You’re probably distrusted too, because of me.”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“But—”

“But nothing. As long as you’re safe, I don’t care what they think of me.”

“And I’m the reckless one.”

Steve smiled. It quickly faded.

“Y/N, listen. If anything happens, you need to run. There is a war brewing, and if what Bucky said is true, we may find actual spies in the castle.”

“I won’t leave you, Steve.”

Steve sighed.

“If it’s between me and you, you must choose yourself.”

“Says who? Last time I checked, I’m the princess here.”

“Y/N, please. Promise me.”

Your grin dimmed. Steve’s eyes were wide, pleading.

“Alright, Steve.” You took his hands, squeezing. “I promise.”

“Do I really have to wear all of this?”

Your neck ached, heavily adorned with gems and the crown on your head putting pressure. Petunia had woken you up two hours earlier to prepare you for the solstice ceremony. Because your father was away, it was your job to light the torch and draw the flag. It was a tradition that went back centuries, and though it was unusual for the princess to carry out the duty, it had been agreed it would be wrong for anyone else to do so.

“He said he would be back,” you said, wincing as another maid accidentally pinched your wrist. It was still sore from yesterday.

“Apologies, milady,” she whispered, quickly moving on.

“It doesn’t look like the king will return in time,” Petunia replied, taking pity. “You’ll do a wonderful job, my lady. The king said you are ready.”

“What does he know?” He couldn’t even choose a trustworthy advisor.

You let her fuss for a moment more, then stood, sighing.

“Please, no more, Petunia.”

“Okay, okay, my lady. It’s… well, you look just like your mother.” She smiled like she was stuck in a memory. “Your father insisted she be the first to light the torch when they were married. She was radiant. Just like you.”

“I hope I will make her proud,” you murmured.

“You will, my lady.”

She handed you the golden scepter, then helped you walk across your room.

“Would you like me to help you down the stairs?” she asked, opening the door. “Oh. I see you already have your escort.”

Steve stood outside, his back to you. He’d stayed in front of your room for nearly the whole night after what had happened with Pierce, until you forced him to go to sleep. Petunia picked up your robe train. Steve turned, blinking for several moments.

“I know,” you sighed. “I look ridiculous.”

“No,” he breathed. “Not at all.”

You stood there, Steve watching you and you watching Steve, until Petunia cleared her throat.

“The princess will need aid going down the stairs, Sir Steven. If you would be so kind…”

“Uh, right. Of-of course.” He gave you his arm, walking slowly. You practically waddled away, waving at Petunia.

“I’ll see you downstairs!” you called, then turned, focusing on not tripping down three flights of stairs.

“You look great. Beautiful. I mean, um, you always look beautiful. ‘Cause you’re a princess—n-not that you’re beautiful because you’re the princess! But—”

“Steve,” you laughed. “What’s the matter with you? I’m only lighting the ceremonial torch. It’s not like I’m getting married.”

He coughed. “No, of course not. I just meant… you look like a queen.”

You stumbled. Steve was quick to pull you upright.

“You really think I could be queen?”

“I do. A spectacular one.”

“I might be terribly bossy. Wouldn’t be much fun to be around, running a kingdom and all. Would you love me anyway?”

“Yes,” he said softly. “I would.”

Your arm tightened around his as you stepped into the sunshine. Steve’s grip was solid and warm, despite your stupidly puffy sleeves and all the layers you were wearing. His hand lingered on your back as you let go.

“I’m nervous,” you whispered.

“I’ll be right here,” he assured. “You’ll be great. You always are.”

“Even when I’m chasing pirates?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Even then.”

He slipped away as you walked up the steps to the stage. Hundreds of people had gathered in the citadel to see you.

“My citizens,” you greeted. “As is tradition, I will light the solstice torch. With this comes another year of good bearings and joyful times. May this kingdom live in peace and promise.”

The crowd cheered. You lowered the long match to the golden torch. It burst into a large flame, and you stepped back, cowering at the heat.

“Let the festivities begin!”

Music rang throughout town. A guard extinguished the match for you and Steve helped you down the stairs once more.

“Nothing to it, right?” he said, nudging you.

“Nothing to it,” you agreed, smiling.

As the crowd dispersed, you followed Steve towards the booths. Everyone was joyous. You couldn’t help but feel guilty knowing it wouldn’t last for much longer once your father returned.

“Princess!”

A young girl, no more than six or seven, handed you a small flag. You accepted it, smiling. She beamed back, then handed Steve a flag too, a little more shyly. He took it and bowed. She giggled happily, skipping back to her family.

“Perfect,” you laughed, bumping his hip. “Just like a prince.”

“I’m no prince,” Steve admitted.

“No,” you agreed. “You’re better.”

“Y/N, I—”

“Oh!”

You hurried forward, spotting a booth with peach dumplings. The seller happily gave you a cup and you left more coins than necessary, moving away before he could try to give you your change. They were warm, not too hot, sweet and crisp. The peach filling oozed out, a ripe orange color.

“Want me to feed you some of these too?” you teased, holding a dumpling in front of Steve. He huffed at your jest.

“No thank you.”

“You ought to try something before it’s all gone. How about just one—”

Steve accepted the dumpling with a sigh, popping it into his mouth. He nodded, chewing.

“It is very good. Happy?”

“Yes,” you smiled. “Very.”

“Sir knight?”

A man approached, clutching his hat.

“Sir knight, I apologize for my interruption, but we’re having trouble with our horses and we don’t have enough hands to help…”

“I am sorry, but I’m accompanying the princess. I cannot—”

“Oh, Steve, you can afford to go for five minutes,” you urged.

Steve glanced at you. You nodded, smiling at the man.

“He’d be happy to help. Go on, Steve. There should be more guards helping the citizens, but…”

You looked around. Where were all the guards?

“I really shouldn’t…”

“Pierce isn’t here,” you reminded in a whisper. “I’ll be fine, Steve. Honest.”

He looked between you and the man, then sighed.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes! I have my dumplings to occupy me.”

“Don’t go anywhere, Y/N. I mean it.”

The man coughed at the use of your first name. You grinned.

“Where would I go, Stevie, besides the castle?”

He frowned at you for another moment before reluctantly following the villager. You drifted slightly, walking to the next booth that was filled with jewelry. One stone caught your eye—blue, just like the one on Bucky’s ring. You touched it gently, caught in a memory. Hopefully Bucky was okay, wherever he was. Maybe you could send a letter when everything died down…

“Fire!”

Immediately, your eyes went to the torch, worried you’d somehow lit it wrong. But it flickered on, flame blowing in the direction of the sea.

“Please, please! Help us!”

A woman with ash on her face trudged up to you, fingers leaving marks on your robe. The dumplings fell, crushed under dirty shoes. She pulled on your skirt, and you stumbled to your knees, horrified.

“What is it? What’s happened?”

“There’s a fire!” she sobbed. “It has been burning in the square for ages. None of the guards have helped us in the attack!”

“Attack?”

“Men from ships,” she gasped. “Horrible brutes. Please, my princess, please help us!”

“Why has no one rung the bell?” you wondered.

“They are killing livestock and laying waste to our crops. Please do something, please please—”

“Alright, alright, yes. I will go and alert the knights now,” you promised. “Flee, if you can. I’m sorry, I don’t…”

BOOM!

A house down the road exploded, debris showering its neighbors. Screams and shouts rang in your ears. The soldiers were getting closer.

“Run,” you told her, getting up. “Please, run. Save yourself.”

She began to cry, hysterical, but you couldn’t wait and comfort her. You needed to warn the rest of the city.

“Go!” you shouted, hiking up your skirts and running as fast as you could. “Run, flee! The city is under attack!”

That sent people into a panic, but there was no time for an orderly evacuation. Bucky had been right, but who had let the soldiers dock here?

Sulfur and fire burned your eyes. Something exploded near the stage and the torch tipped over. The wood burst into flames. No one was at the castle gates, which was not good. How would the guards already know to flee?

Inside was quiet, but even the heavy doors could not muffle the chaos outside. You kept going, though your lungs protested. You had to reach the bell tower. That was your only chance of warning the city.

“Princess Y/N!”

You whirled around at the voice, on the defense. Sir Gouven watched you with wide eyes.

“The city is under attack,” you wheezed.

His eyes widened. Not a traitor, then.

“Gods! We must evacuate the city.”

“They came in on boats,” you said. “Get the citizens out someplace else. The woods perhaps, if it’s safe. Use the tunnels if you can.”

You started up the stairs for the tower.

“Milady, what are you doing?” he cried. “If you stay here, you’ll be trapped in the castle!”

“I am doing my duty. Now go!”

Gouven ran. You climbed the stairs. It was only a flight, but in your dress, it felt more like five. The tower, predictably, was also empty. From this height, you could see the ocean, and the madness that swarmed. Half the city was aflame. People’s screams carried up. But still, there was a village at the very back of the city that was still untouched. They wouldn’t know until it was too late.

You grabbed the rope and yanked with all your might.

The bell chime made your teeth rattle. But you kept pulling, hands raw from the rope. On and on it rang until you could no more. You fell to your knees in the corner, panting. Should you even try to go and escape? The soldiers would storm the castle no doubt.

But there were servants and maids in the castle. If you could help them escape, that was all the more reason to go back.

You stood, shedding a layer of your dress to make you lighter on your feet. Then you opened the door—and slammed into a suit of armor.

“Y/N? Oh my gods, Y/N.”

Steve yanked you into a hug. You put your arms around his neck, humming.

“Found me already? You’re getting better at this, Stevie.”

“I told you to run!” he burst, clutching you by your shoulders. “You could’ve died, Y/N! The entire city is in flames!”

“I had to warn them. Most of the guards are working with the enemy, I think. And Pierce…” you frowned. “I think Pierce is the leader. He must’ve tipped Faleron off.”

“We need to go now. Come on.”

You stumbled after him, limbs exhausted. But Steve kept you walking, one strong arm keeping you steady.

“Gouven’s not a traitor,” you said as you went down the stairs. “Isn’t that nice?”

“Probably because he couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it,” Steve grunted.

“I still think he should get a medal,” you decided. “I’d give him one.”

“There they are!”

Seven palace guards all had their eyes on you. You relaxed until they drew their swords.

“Not on our side, then.”

“Take her, kill him!” ordered one.

Finally, you ran. A sword slashed your dress. You screamed. Steve grabbed you and you both took off.

“Where do we go?” you panted.

“I don’t—there! In there, quickly!”

You followed him into one of the many gathering rooms your father used for smaller meetings. Steve tugged you in and you each slammed a door shut. Steve slid his sword through the handles just as the guards began banging on the doors. They stopped, only to reveal their plan.

“You two, get the battering ram! If we have to drag them out, so be it!”

Steve got behind one of the heavy wooden desks and pushed. You caught on, helping him move it against the door. The banging was nonstop. You shedded another layer, tearing off the already tattered underskirt, leaving you in your petticoat. Steve’s brows went to his hairline.

“Uh… Y/N, what—”

“I can’t move in these things,” you sighed, kicking the fabric aside. “Your armor is slowing you down too. You should remove it.”

“No way. When they come in, get behind me.”

BAM! The wood began to splinter. Wildly, you searched for an escape. Nothing. No windows, no closets, nothing. You felt your hope begin to shrivel. This really was the end.

“Steve,” you whispered, wincing at every crunch of wood. “Steve, I’ll run first and distract them. Then you’ll escape, okay?”

“No!” he cried. “No, no way.”

“Yes way! They want me alive, not you. You must take the chance where you can.”

“I am not—”

Flump!

You both froze. Every sound stopped. No splintering or shouting. You could hear the blood pound in your ears. Steve stepped forward, slipping out his sword from the barricade. You grabbed a letter opener from the table, on Steve’s right.

BOOM! The desk flew back, knocking into the table. You went to one side, Steve on the other, crouched behind the doors that were now open. He attacked.

“Oomph!”

Both men landed on the floor. Steve had his sword aimed at the other’s throat.

“Well. I see you’ve been practicing your right parry.”

“Bucky,” you gasped, landing on your knees by him.

“Hey there, princess,” he grinned, hands behind his head. “Miss me?”

“You came back,” you said, face inches from his.

“Wasn’t sure if you got my letter. When Alby didn’t come back last night, I got worried. Hey, Stevie, y’mind climbing offa me? Not that I ain’t pleased to have a lapful of handsome blond, but…”

Steve rolled off immediately, cheeks blooming scarlet. You took Bucky’s hand, helping him up. He sprang to his feet, briefly touching your wrist in thanks.

“Seems I came in the nick of time.”

“You took out all of those guards?” gaped Steve.

“You’re not the only one who looks good with a sword,” Bucky winked. “Got an inkling after I overheard that guard from last week panicking in the market about how he’d get hanged for not savin’ the princess.”

“They didn’t stop you at the docks?” you asked.

“Nah. Splash of gin and I’d look and smell like one of those barbarians. Well, ‘cept for my loveliness.”

He batted his lashes. You giggled, nudging his arm.

“I’m so glad you came back, Bucky. Despite the circumstances.”

“Well, it’d have been a damn shame to lose my favorite princess and her valiant knight. So I’m glad I did. How’s about that rescue part, hm?”

“There’s no way we’ll make it to your ship,” said Steve. “They’d never let her off.”

“Leave that to me, Stevie. I’ll get you both outta here. Put all your armor on. Princess, y’mind putting that dress on again?”

“It’s ruined,” you frowned.

“That’s okay. Better, actually. It’ll make this work.”

“What about Alby?” you asked. “Pierce arrested him.”

“Oh,” Bucky laughed. “Don’t worry ‘bout him. He’s already on his way out, trust me. Sweet of you to worry though, even if he’s a dog.”

“I like pirates,” you said.

Steve not-so-subtly grumbled. Bucky grinned.

“Yeah? I’m pretty fond of princesses m’self. And their stuffy knights.”

You made it out of the castle with minimal injury. It turned out Bucky had had a lot of practice escaping places he shouldn’t have been in.

“Now, I docked at the very edge of the shore,” he said. “Not at port. We should be unbothered ‘long as we stick to the outskirts of the city.”

“Help! My baby, help me, please!”

You stopped. One of the houses down the road was on fire. A woman was screaming, a little boy tugging to her skirt. You ran without another thought.

“Y/N!”

“Princess!”

“My baby, my baby!” the woman wailed, pointing. “She’s too scared to come out, please, help me!”

“Mama, mama!” begged the little girl, crying at the flames.

The foundation began to groan under the heat. Bucky pulled out his sword and handed it to Steve, then took his hat and gave it to you. He took a deep breath, then ran… into the flames.

“Bucky!” shouted Steve. “What the hell are you doing?!”

Another beam broke and fell. Your heart leapt to your throat. The woman began to weep, her son clinging to her shoulder.

“Move, move, it’s going to collapse!”

And there was Bucky, a small bundle under his leather coat. He handed the girl to her mother, then dragged both you and Steve away. The house gave one last groan, then fell.

“How did you do that?” Steve asked breathlessly.

“Not my first time,” was all Bucky said. “We gotta move, c’mon.”

You were slower with the extra layer and your pinching shoes, but soon, you saw the horizon and the familiar white wolf flag.

“Oi!”

And in the second it took you to turn around, Bucky had taken Steve’s sword as well as Steve, pressing the blade to his neck. You landed in his other arm, blade flat against your hip, Bucky’s arm tucked around your waist. He felt warm, unusually so, likely from the fire.

“Bucky,” you whispered urgently, a tiny bit of fear trickling in.

“Shh shh, princess,” he soothed, lips brushing your ear. “You’ll be okay, I promise.”

He grunted as Steve wiggled, clearly not so reassured.

“Relax, Stevie,” Bucky murmured. “Ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

“Think I’d be worried more about me hurting you,” Steve snapped.

Bucky laughed. “Sure thing, doll. Boy, you knights crack me up.”

“Tell the Captain we got the princess!” ordered one of the soldiers, big and ugly.

“You don’t have anybody, pal,” said Bucky. “Or have you not noticed whose swords they’re under? That’s alright; you don’t seem much like the observant type.”

“Give ‘em here!” said another. “They’re comin’ with us!”

“No,” growled Bucky, grip tightening. “They’re mine. I found ‘em first. Stole ‘em right from the castle, see? She’s even got her one of a kind dress.”

“What d’you even want ‘em for?!”

“I like pretty things,” Bucky grinned. “Bit of a collector, actually.”

“Oh, for gods—just kill them! Keep her alive!”

“Sword is all yours, Stevie,” Bucky whispered.

He let you go and you ran. This, unfortunately, caused two soldiers to chase you.

“Hold on, princess!”

You grabbed a bucket from a stable and swung it hard, knocking one soldier’s hand. He cursed in pain, and you took that opportunity to fully knock him out. The second lunged at you, then froze, blade piercing his shoulder. He groaned in pain, falling to his knees. Bucky nodded, taking your hand and pulling you in the direction of the boat.

“C’mon, Steve, we don’t have all day!”

“So sorry I’m interrupting your tight schedule!” grunted Steve, knocking out the last soldier with a well-placed elbow.

He sheathed his sword, following you to the ship. Bucky untied the rope, heaving up the anchor with Steve’s help, and you were off. More soldiers gathered at shore, but you’d be long gone by the time they set after you. For now, you were safe.

“Well, that was fun,” said Bucky, smiling brightly.

Three explosions went off at once, this time inland. You all flinched. Flames erupted from the palace. Tears sprung to your eyes. This was the last time you’d ever see your home—in ruins. All the adrenaline from the afternoon was fading, leaving exhaustion and sorrow in its wake. What had truly happened was now setting in.

“Y/N?” Steve asked quietly. “Are you alright?”

“Father,” you choked. “Father, he–he’ll be walking straight into a trap. I have to warn him, I need to—”

“Y/N. Easy, easy.”

Steve caught your hand, speckled with blood and ash. He removed his helmet with his other hand, passing it off to Bucky. Your foreheads touched and your eyes fell shut.

“We’re going to find out what happened to him. As soon as we dock again. Right, Bucky?”

Whatever his face read prompted Bucky to hum, gingerly laying a hand on your shoulder.

“Of course, princess. I’m sure we’ll find someone somewhere who knows something. After this, there’s no doubt others will have overheard whispers.”

Steve’s thumbs brushed your cheeks. You sniffled, opening your eyes.

“Okay?” he murmured. “It’s alright.”

You nodded. “I hope Petunia and Delilah are safe.”

“I’m sure they escaped.”

“I should’ve done more. I could’ve warned her, told her what we found out. I should’ve—”

“Y/N. Come here.”

Steve took your hand and led you to the rail. Bucky got the hint, busying himself on the other side of the ship.

“You did plenty. It’s a miracle we even made it out of there. If it wasn’t for Bucky, I…” he shook his head. “Regardless, we’re out.”

“But what good did it do? Assuming it was Pierce who orchestrated the whole thing, now he has what he wants. I’m the princess of a fallen kingdom.”

“But we’re alive. And that’s enough for now. And…” Steve glanced at the other side of the ship, sighing. “We need to prepare for when Bucky’s grace runs out.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N, he’s not going to want us to stay on his ship forever.”

“Oh.” Of course. Steve was right. You just hadn’t thought to face that reality so soon.

Steve cupped your cheek. “It’ll be alright, though. Whatever happens. Perhaps we can visit the other kings and seek asylum there.”

“It’s as good a plan as any,” you agreed.

“I’ll ask Bucky for a map.”

Steve squeezed your wrist, kissing the back of your hand before slipping away. You smiled at him, then gently returned your gaze to the horizon. You couldn’t bear to watch the flames in the distance any longer. All you could do now was look forward.

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Sarah Rogers’ Mock Apple Pie

Square filled: Free x Canon Compliant for the @buckybarnesbingo (Buckuary Intersectionnal Bingo) Prompts from the @stuckybingo Server February’s party ‘Baking’ and @stucky-week ‘Sarah Rogers’

Relationships: Bucky/Steve Rating: G Warnings: N/A Tags: Bucky discovers B Dylan Hollis’ videos, baking, Sarah Rogers, canon divergent post endgame, everyone lives, Steve retires Summary: ‘Steve! Come on, get your ass over here! I found 21th century you on the internet!’ Word count: 570

“Steve!" came from the living room

Bucky didn't seem distressed - if anything, he sounded very amused - so Steve only hummed in response.

“Come on, get your ass over here!" He grumbled.

"Why?" He was very cozy here, thank you very much.

“Come on, I found 21st century you on the internet!”

Alright. His curiosity was picked now. A 21st century version of him? What did Bucky mean by that?

Sighing, Steve got up then walked out of his mini-studio. In a few seconds he was next to his partner, who seemed to be laughing at his laptop. Steve dropped next to Bucky, who shifted to rest against his chest. He sneaked both arms around the brunet and placed his chin on his shoulder.

“What is it?”“Just look,” Bucky said, waving a finger at the screen.” Shuri sent me some weird recipe earlier, and I just found this guy.”

B Dylan Hollis, the name said. Huh, didn’t ring a bell. Although, the young man did look like he used to. Very thin, blond, blue eyes… yes, he could see the similarities.

“Oh but it gets better”, said Bucky who was looking at him from the corner of his eyes.

He clicked on what turned out to be a video, and after that came the most chaotic thing Steve witnessed in the last month - considering who his friends were, it was an achievement. It was amazing.

“Are there more?”

“Absolutely!”

Steve and Bucky rearranged themselves better, and they spent a solid ten minutes looking at this guy’s videos. The rice bread and carrot cake reminded them of their time, but the jello salad definitely made them seriously question the sanity of the people in charge of the food industry.

“Look at this one”, suddenly said Bucky, pointing at the screen. “Do you think it could be legit?”

“Only one way to know.”

Bucky nodded then clicked on a new video. ‘A fake apple pie, from the great depression’, the man announced. It did sound like a recipe straight from his Ma’s book.

They stopped watching after this one, saving the page to continue later. Instead, they got up, scoured their kitchen for Ritz crackers and when they found none, wrote down everything they needed and Steve left for grocery shopping.

When he came back an hour later, Bucky had everything already sorted out so they put away everything before Steve went to change into comfortable clothes.

The recipe seemed pretty straightforward - if you didn’t make your own dough, which they wouldn’t try today- so they set the oven to preheat right away.

Bucky played the video one last time, comparing it with the list he had scribbled down. Satisfied, he put the laptop away then -dramatically- cracked his knuckles. With a grin, he handed Steve the dough and the shell while he grabbed the crackers and the bowl. They set to work, talking about the last time they had seen someone cook this: Sarah Rogers, the year she fell sick. Talking about her, and after that Bucky’s family brought back memories and emotions they had almost forgotten, and they spent the time the pie cooked cuddling on their couch, a nature documentary as background noise.

Finally, the pie finished cooking, and they brought out small plates and went back on the couch. They looked at each other before digging into the dessert.

The mock pie tasted like home.

#inspired by B Dylan Hollis #stuckyweek2022 #buckuary #Baking #Sarah Rogers #Mock Apple Pie #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #moodboard #fanfic #Laevateinn

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whimsicalworldofme · 2 years

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Saving Grace: Chapter Twenty-Seven

Grace and several Avengers help Steve celebrate his birthday with a party at the penthouse. Games are played and secrets are revealed.

“All right, best for last,” Tony stated, plopping a box wrapped in red white and blue wrapping paper down in front of Steve. “Happy birthday, Capsicle.”

In the distance, fireworks were going off in various parts of the city to celebrate the Fourth of July, but in Stark Tower, a little group of Avengers, plus Grace, were gathered around in the penthouse living room, celebrating Steve’s birthday. They’d had a traditional Fourth cookout, burgers and hotdogs on Tony’s ridiculously expensive gas grill that he complained was more complicated than his Iron Man suit. Nat and Bruce each brought some side dishes, coleslaw, potato salad, potato chips, and sliced watermelon. Rhodey came and brought a couple cases of beer. Even Sam flew up from D.C. and had arrived in enough time to head to the store then commandeer Steve’s kitchen to make his sister Sarah’s mac ‘n’ cheese, which was the hit of the dinner. Instead of a birthday cake, Steve had requested apple pie and vanilla ice cream, so Grace spent the morning making not one, but two apple pies, since Steve would likely eat half of one, possibly more, on his own.

“I haven’t seen Grace give him a gift yet,” Nat pointed out as she lifted her beer bottle to her lips, shooting Grace a knowing look.

“I’m going to ignore that, Romanoff,” Tony dropped back into his chair, leaning forward to swipe his own beer off the coffee table. “Open your present, Rogers.”

Everyone else had given Steve sensible and thoughtful gifts. An Under Armour shirt from Sam, for running, tactical gloves from Nat to go with his other Captain America gear, Rhodey got him a pair of tickets to a Mets game, and Bruce gave him a gorgeous coffee table book of paintings featured at the Met. They all waited with bated breath to see what could be in the box, since they all knew Tony’s relationship with Steve walked a fine line of love and hate. He hadn’t even told Grace what his gift was. Steve gently unwrapped the box, a habit from childhood years of not wanting to rip the paper so it could be reused. Prying open the box, he pulled out a small bottle, the kind with a dropper top. It was unlabeled, clearly not mass produced.

“What’s this?” He asked, raising a brow and lifting the bottle to the light, swirling the liquid contents with a little flick of his wrist.

“That,” Tony got up from his seat and hurried over to the bar, grabbing a tray he’d already set out which contained a large decanter of whiskey and a shot glass for each guest, “is the best birthday gift you’ve ever gotten.”

“Grace still hasn’t given him her present,” Nat pointed out again, making Sam snicker and both Steve and Grace flush bright red.

“Shut up, Romanoff,” Tony huffed and set the tray down on the coffee table and began setting out shot glasses within reach of everyone, filling each one up from the decanter. “Gimme the bottle,” he waved a hand to Steve who passed the little bottle over to him. They all watched as he unscrewed the cap, filled the dropper then squeezed a few drops into the shot he’d poured for Steve. “My dad didn’t leave the full formula, just notes, but I think I’ve recreated his magic elixir that will let you, Captain Boy Scout, get drunk.”

“Really?!” Steve lit up, reaching eagerly for the shot glass and downing it without a thought. A few around the circle gaped in shock, some laughed, a few did both. “Did you know about this?” He asked Grace who was staring at him, trying and failing to suppress her giggles. “What?”

“I don’t know, it’s just cute,” she laughed. “To see you actually behaving your age.”

“Yeah, happy ninety-seventh, old man,” Tony lifted his own shot glass in toast before knocking it back.

“Twenty-ninth,” Grace corrected him.

“The calendar and his birth certificate agree with me,” Tony stated, pouring himself and Steve each another shot. “Four drops at a time, Cap,” he passed the little bottle back over to Steve who administered the drops to his next shot himself. “All right, kids, let’s have a little fun,” he clapped his hands and then rubbed them together. “The name of the game is ‘never have I ever’ and the only goal is to get Rogers wasted. It’s a simple game. We go around the circle one at a time and say ‘never have I ever blah blah blah’ and if you’ve done that thing you have to take your shot. Got it?”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Dad,” Grace frowned, thinking about how drunken honesty and belligerence might not be a good combo for two friends who were usually one sober miscommunication away from an argument.

“C’mon Gracie, when Pepper’s away, the Tony must play,” he countered with a ridiculous smirk.

“It’ll be ok, Grace,” Steve insisted. He looked genuinely excited. “It’ll be fun.”

“Ok,” she caved. “But I’m going to need a little courage before we start.” Grabbing her shot glass, she knocked it back and slapped the empty back on the table. “I hope you’re prepared for this, Dad,” she pointed at Tony. “I’m not responsible for your reactions to my answers.”

“Oh, this is going to be terrible,” Sam cackled while Rhodey facepalmed with a heavy groan. Nat just smirked while Bruce shifted in his seat, looking incredibly uncomfortable, as he usually did in group settings.

“I’ll go first,” Grace grabbed the decanter and poured herself another shot. “How about we ease into it? Never have I ever been to Europe.”

Everyone around the circle took a shot except for her.

“You’ve never been to Europe, Grace?” Nat asked. “Really?”

“Really,” she shrugged. “Used to be I didn’t have the money these days I just don’t have time. I have a whole itinerary planned out, if I ever set aside the time to go.”

“I keep trying to get her to go,” Tony stated, pouring shots for everyone, getting Steve first since he needed time to put in his elixir. “She won’t take a break from work, a trait she clearly didn’t inherit from me.”

“I’ll get there when the timing is right,” Grace insisted. “All right, who’s next, Dad or Steve?”

“Me,” Tony bounced excitedly in his seat. “Never have I ever had sex with someone within an hour of knowing them.”

Everyone but Bruce and Steve took their shots. Tony stared pointedly at Steve, brow furrowed.

“You didn’t take your shot,” he pointed at him as everyone else passed the decanter around, refilling their shot glasses. “You have to take your shot if you did the thing.”

“I haven’t done that,” Steve shrugged. “Give me something I can work with.”

“All right, it’s my turn,” Rhodey butted in before things could go awry. “Uh…” he mulled it over, trying to think of a good one. “Never have I ever jumped out of a plane without a parachute.”

Rhodey, Sam, Steve, and Tony all took their shots as Grace stared at her boyfriend in horror. She knew that her dad and Rhodey had their Iron Man suits that could fly, so if they jumped out of a plane without a chute, they would be fine. Sam had his Falcon wings, so she wasn’t worried about him. Steve on the other hand was just a man.

“How many times have you done that, exactly?” She asked and Steve shrunk into himself.

“You don’t want to know,” Nat chimed in, nestling into the couch and leaning over closer to Bruce to whisper something to him. He nodded and chuckled.

“I’m up,” Sam held his shot glass as he mulled over what he should say. “Never have I ever kissed a co-worker.”

Tony, Steve, Nat and Bruce each took their shot.

“Ok, I know Cap kissed Peggy, and I kissed Pepper,” Tony said, pointing between Nat and Bruce, “fess up, who have you two kissed?”

“A lady never kisses and tells,” Nat snickered, taking on a more feminine posture.

They passed the decanter around, glasses were refilled, and the game carried on riotously. Steve wound up having to take four shots in a row while Grace sat waiting for someone to give her a reason to drink. She had had a feeling that in the midst of the current group, there would be quite a few things she hadn’t done that they had, but she hadn’t anticipated being the only one to sit out so many rounds.

“We need to get Grace to drink,” Steve said, measuring out four more drops of his birthday present and swirling them into his shot. “Never have I ever gone on a weekend trip with a man I met through a sugar daddy dating service.” He turned and smirked right at Grace who felt her face go red hot. Letting out a nervous, shocked laugh, she knocked back her shot.

“Kathryn Grace Turner!” Tony yelped in shock, his eyes wide in horror.

“Kathryn?” Sam, Rhodey, Nat, and Bruce asked in a confused chorus.

“My scholarship funds for med school came up a little short that year,” she shrugged at her father. “I warned you that you might not like where this game went, Dad.”

“My daughter’s a hooker,” he covered his eyes with his hands and groaned. “A hooker who goes out with old men. Where did I go wrong?”

“Ok, for one thing,” Grace got up and grabbed the decanter before sitting back down and pouring herself another shot, “his name is Dennis and he was only thirty, I was twenty at the time. For another thing, he was a perfect gentleman and nothing happened. He’d been so consumed in his tech startup he didn’t have time for a relationship, but was embarrassed to show up to his brother’s wedding alone. We hung out, had a lovely time, and then he gave me thirty-thousand dollars for school as a thank you. He’s actually working on code for part of my current work project, but now he has a wife and two sweet little girls.”

“Sorry,” Steve slurred slightly as he put an arm around her and pulled her close, rubbing her shoulder. “I thought you’d told him.”

“It’s fine,” she insisted, turning his face so she could kiss him, something that elicited groans from everyone around the room. “Oh, grow up you nerds,” she laughed. Steve slipped his fingers into her hair and pulled her in for another kiss. She could tell he was feeling the effects of the booze, not only because his nose and the tops of his ears were going rosy red, but also because he was normally stubbornly reserved about any romantic gestures. He’d never kissed her in front of them before. Not on the lips anyway.

“I can’t believe this,” Tony continued. “I knew I should’ve been funding more STEM scholarships for women.”

“I think Grace made a smart business decision,” Nat said. “Thirty grand for two days at a destination wedding? Do that five, six times a year, you could live very comfortably pretty much anywhere in the world.”

“Don’t encourage her,” Tony groaned. “Hey, hey,” he snapped his fingers at Steve and Grace. “Break it up or I’ll get the hose.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Dad,” Grace finally came up for air, “I’m not a broke med school student anymore and I’m in a happy, committed relationship.”

“Grace, it’s your turn,” Sam tried to reroute the conversation back to the game.

“Ok,” she nestled into Steve’s chest, enjoying the closeness. He wrapped one of those ridiculously big arms of his around her. “Never have I ever had to stop my best friend from doing something stupid enough to get them killed.”

Rhodey burst out laughing, looking at Tony and shaking his head before taking his shot. He slapped his shot glass down on the table, looked over to Tony again and laughed even harder, which made Tony nod and roll his eyes. Steve took his shot too, a fond, quiet smile gracing his lips. They’d been talking about Bucky a lot recently. Grace liked being the person he could trust to share those memories with, loved hearing about him and his best friend and their adventures as kids. She’d been slipping a little psychology in on him, getting him to think about the positive things, instead of the fear and guilt over what had become of Bucky. She knew it had been a risk, using that line for the game, but he seemed to take it all right.

“It’s not that funny,” Tony insisted grumpily, pushing the decanter over to Rhodey after Steve refilled his glass. “My turn again,” he said. “You cheated last time,” he pointed at Steve who snorted a laugh, clearly intoxicated. “So, it’s time to get more specific. Never have I ever lost my virginity to a girl I met on a USO tour.”

Steve burst out laughing, slapping his free hand on his chest, his eyes scrunching shut, head tipping back, leading his whole body further back into the couch. Grace looked between her father and her boyfriend, trying to understand what was happening.

“What’s going on?” Bruce asked the question everyone else in the room wanted to know the answer to.

“You told me you lost it to a girl you met at a USO show back in nineteen forty-three,” Tony nearly hollered. “Drink you lying bastard.”

“Language,” Nat chimed in, earning her a fiery look from Tony.

“What?” Grace leaned up a little, her hand on Steve’s chest for support, his arm still around her. “You hooked up with a girl in the forties? Really?” She wasn’t jealous, since she’d been with plenty of guys before him, but she was confused as to why he would’ve lied to her about it.

“No,” Steve laughed, shaking his head.

“You know, lying is not an attractive trait, Rogers,” Tony huffed. “And you shouldn’t be lying to my kid right in front of me.”

“I’m not lying,” he insisted, still snickering. “You kept pestering me about being a ninety-something-year-old virgin. I told you something I knew would get you off my back. In the forties, I was waiting for Peggy,” he practically wheezed from laughter. “That woman shot at me because she caught someone else kissing me. She wouldn’t’ve aimed at the shield if I had slept with another woman.”

The gears were visibly turning in Tony’s mind as he took his shot then grabbed the decanter to pour himself another. Grace wondered how long it would be before he figured out the truth, if he did at all, and how badly he would respond.

“So, you were a ninety-year-old virgin when you lied to me about a USO girl?”

“Nope,” Steve stated proudly, taking another shot.

“Ok, I think we’re done with that,” Grace took his shot glass away from him, sitting up just long enough to set the glass on the coffee table and put the bottle of elixir back into the gift box, putting the lid on it, and pushing it out of Steve’s reach. “Good game, everyone.”

“Then who—?” Tony racked his brains and the horrible realization dawned on him. “Son of a bitch.” He put his full shot glass forcefully down on the coffee table, whiskey splashing out onto the tabletop.

“Ok, I think the party’s over,” Nat slapped her knees and got up from her seat, clearly understanding where things were headed.

“Yep,” Bruce followed her lead. “Happy birthday, Steve,” he nodded and chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he and Nat headed out together.

Sam and Rhodey hurried through their own goodbyes, following quickly after Bruce and Nat. When the penthouse front door swung shut, leaving just the three of them in tense silence. Grace patted Steve gently on the chest and got up from her seat, taking it upon herself to clean up the shot glasses, putting them and the decanter back on the tray her dad had used to bring them over and taking them back to the bar.

“My daughter, Rogers? Really?” He raised an eyebrow, glaring at Steve. “I don’t know if I should be furious that you lied to me, again,” Tony shot him a judgmental glare, “or impressed that my daughter was the one to deflower the Boy Scout.”

“Ugh, gross,” Grace shuddered as she plucked up the tray to take it back to the bar. “I hate that expression. Deflower,” she stuck her tongue out and made a gagging noise.

Despite the serious turn the conversation had taken, Steve just sat there laughing, obviously wasted. She had never seen him like that, uninhibited, unresponsive to Tony’s irritation. It helped to diffuse the situation in ways that sober Steve wouldn’t be able to.

“You would’ve been pissed if I’d told you the truth,” he said. “And Grace would’ve killed me cause we’d only been together three months?” His face scrunched up and he started counting on his fingers, his confusion evident in his expression. “It was three months, right?” He turned to his girlfriend. “Oh, you’re wobbly,” he made a wobbling gesture with one hand and snickered.

“And you’re drunk,” Grace laughed, setting the tray down and coming back to the couches. “You did a good job, Dad. Your elixir works.”

“I don’t like being surprised with these revelations about you two,” Tony began pouting. “Drunken or otherwise.”

“There are plenty of things I don’t tell you outright,” she came over to her father and sat on the arm of his chair. “But Steve and I have been a couple for almost three years. What do you think we do? Hold hands and stare lovingly into one another’s eyes?”

Tony groaned, running a hand down his face.

“Three years,” Steve pressed his hands on the sides of his face, gaping at Grace. “Of just dating? We should be married. Why aren’t we married? What if I have to save the world again?” His eyes went wide. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“He’s not handling his booze so well,” Tony brightened a little, clearly feeling a bit superior. “You better get him home,” he instructed, nudging his daughter with his elbow. “Before you go though,” he put a hand on her arm, his expression serious. “Are there any other salacious sex-capades I should know about before I’m blindsided? That sugar daddy thing, that was a one-time thing, right?”

Grace laughed and kissed her father on the cheek before getting up, “Goodnight, Dad.”

“Grace,” he called after her in a panic as she made her way over to Steve and helped him to his feet. “I need reassurance.”

“Dad, it’s going to be ok. C’mon, Captain,” she slung his arm over her shoulders and heaved him upwards.

“Hehe, you called me Captain,” Steve giggled. “I know what that means,” he flashed her a very drunken suggestive look.

“All right, birthday boy,” Grace laughed, ignoring the sputtering coming from her father. “I’m glad you had a good time at your party but it’s time for bed.” She turned briefly to see her dad running a hand down his face, muttering to himself, asking again where he went wrong. “Good night, Dad, I love you.”

“Love you too,” he half smiled, half grimaced.

It took a lot of effort to get Steve into the elevator and back into his apartment, not because he couldn’t support his own weight, but because he kept swaying fairly aggressively, trying to go back up to the penthouse because he’d left his gifts up there, and stopping to tell her how pretty she was, and trying to kiss her.

“Honestly, you’re so gorgeous,” he gushed, backing her against the wall in the hallway beside his front door, one hand pressed against it just above her shoulder. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“Good timing,” she joked, cupping his face with both hands and drawing him down for a kiss. “Come on, we can continue this in your apartment, not the hallway,” she insisted.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Masterlist

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abrooklynboy · 3 years

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Steve’s comfort foods include:

Irish stew (basic. Lamb or beef, parsnips included. When he was real young, he hated carrots but grew out of that).

Potato soup with bacon.

Irish Apple Cake (Sarah’s and she always went from memory. He can make it from memory these days but it’s not the same to his taste buds). Of course, the propaganda is that his favorite food is apple pie and...That’s not quite right.

Reubens.

The Barnes girl(s) always got a comic strip hand-drawn by Steve, at least once a month. Holiday Updates would be added. Even after he was shipped out, Steve would still mail the latest home.

[My] Bucky would always talk it up as “The latest Steve Rogers Original~” because he’s a showman like that. Steve would always downplay it. But he’d treat it like he was getting a grade or paid for it. Same quality of work.

This also crosses into 616 when Bucky does get around to mailing letters home. It’d never be ‘This is from Cap.’ Always signed just ‘Steve.’

#headcanon

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Recipe Wednesday #39

Happy Recipe Wednesday!

These are real period recipes, taken from the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, a local newspaper that would have been accessible to Steve, his mother, and Bucky during their time in Brooklyn.

This week’s recipes are partially apple-themed! Which goes to show how much I love you all, as I hate apples with a deep burning passion. I felt squirrelly all the way through transcribing these. The recipes come from the Tuesday 1 November 1927 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. For context, Steve would have been 7 (comics) / 9 (MCU), so these are recipes that Sarah Rogers may have made, or which Steve might have learnt or inherited from his mother.

Marshmallow Icing Boiling 1 cup of sugar and ¼ cup of cold water till it spins a thread or is 238 degrees by the sugar thermometer. Beat the white of 1 egg till stiff and gradually pour the syrup in the egg, beating constantly. After the syrup has all been added add 1 cup of marshmallows cut in pieces. Flavor and beat a few minutes longer and spread on the cake.

To Make Noodles Beat an egg slightly, add enough flour to make a stiff dough and a little salt. Toss on a bread board, knead till very smooth and roll till thin as paper. Cover with a towel and let stand half an hour. Roll the dough up like a sheet of paper and with a sharp knife cut the desired width. Unroll and let dry. Cook in boiling soup or stock.

Apple Cobbler Wash, pare, core and quarter cooking apples. Put in a saucepan, add ½ cup of water and ½ cup of sugar. Cook until the apples are tender. Make a batter by creaming 2 tablespoons butter, add 2 tablespoons of sugar, 1 egg well beaten. Add ½ cup of flour sifted with 1/8 teaspoon of soda and a pinch of salt, alternately with ¼ cup of sour milk. Mix the batter well and pour over the hot fruit which has been poured into a baking dish. Bake in a moderately hot oven about 25 minutes. Serve with lemon sauce or cream.

Apple Fritter Pare and chop tart cooking apples. Sprinkle with powdered sugar and lemon juice and let stand a while. Make a batter of 1 1/3 cups of flour, 2 teaspoons baking powder, a pinch of salt, sifted together. Add 2/3 cup of milk and 1 egg well beaten. Add the prepared fruit and drop by spoonfuls into fat hot enough to brown a cute of bread in 60 seconds. Cook until brown, drain on unglazed paper and serve hot with a sauce or confectioner’s sugar.

Butter Cakes 3 cups flour 1 teaspoon (scant) soda 1 teaspoon baking powder 1 teaspoon salt 2 teaspoons sugar 1 1/3 cups sour milk Mix and sift the dry ingredients and add the milk to make a dough that can be handled. Turn on a floured board, roll ½ inch thick cut with a biscuit cutter and bake slowly on a well-greased griddle. Be sure to turn butter cakes only once. It will require about 10 minutes for them to bake.

Apple Strudel Rub 4 tablespoons butter into 1 ½ cups of flour, add a pinch of salt and 1 egg well beaten. Add just enough milk to make the consistency of pie dough. Mix 2 cups of prepared chopped apples with 1 cup buttered crumbs, a ½ cup chopped raisins, a ½ cup chopped almonds, ½ cup sugar and 1 teaspoon of cinnamon. Roll the dough thin and spread the fruit mixture over it. Roll up like a jelly roll and twist to resemble the figure eight. Bake in a moderate oven about 45 minutes. Serve hot or cold. Lemon sauce is a good addition.

Orange Marmalade 6 oranges 1 lemon 10 cups cold water 10 cups sugar Wash the fruit well and slice crosswise through the skin and pulp in as thin slices as possible. Take care to discard all seeds as they will make the mixture bitter. Add the cold water and let stand overnight. In the morning boil gently till the rind is tender. (This will take several hours.) Add the sugar and boil for 1 hour. Pour into sterilized glasses and when cool seal with a think layer of paraffin.

Southern Candied Yams 6 yams 1 tablespoon butter 1 1/3 cups brown sugar 1 ½ cup cold water Pinch of salt 1/3 lemon sliced very thin Pare the potatoes and cut in ½-inch slices. Lay in a baking dish, add the other ingredients, cover, bake in a moderate oven until the potato is tender. After ½ hour uncover.

Scalloped Apples Butter a baking dish, put in a layer of sliced tart apples, a layer of buttered crumbs and so on until 2 cups of apples, 1 cup of crumbs and 1 cup of sugar have been used. Bake in a moderate oven and serve with hard sauce. Scalloped apples are good served with meat, in which case they may be baked in individual ramekins, each ramekin being lined with a strip of bacon.

Apples Stuffed with Sausage Meat Wash and core large tart apples. Fill the cavities with sausage meat, place in a baking pan, pour a little hot water around the apples and bake in a hot oven, reducing the heat 10 minutes after the apples were put in. These apples are excellent served with scalloped potatoes or creamed ones.

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Ok. You have so many. I need to know about more. "Single Dad Bucky and Steggy AU" and "you're my Neverland" please!

hWhy this randomly sent twice, I have no idea but oh well. Ask away about all/any of them!

Okay so Single Dad Bucky & Steggy AU is one I don’t even have an outline for but just a random few starts that make no sense. I don’t even have an idea as to what it was about beyond Steve and Peggy own a bakery.

Here’s everything for it:

“Strawberry and cream. Strawberry and cream. Why does no one sell strawberry and cream cupcakes anymore? Heathens...” Bucky muttered, sighing heavily when he came to a quaint little bakery on the corner of his old address. It was one of those sort of bakeries that looked like mom and pops and smelled like heaven from the outside. The brick exterior was weared down from weather and old age. Inside the window panes on either side of the entrance were displays of beautiful ray of cupcakes, apple tarts, brownies, and beautiful done wedding cakes. The door read, Justicing with its hours underneath and bucky felt a slight rush through his body. “Justicing? The fu-” He stopped, a pout on those full lips for one long moment. “Justicing. Justice.” Whoever was the owner of this bakery was a fan of puns, it seemed and Bucky was debating if it was worth even going in for. For one, those apple tarts looked just like mama Sarah’s apple tarts. Special, delicious tarts with a cinnamon, shortbread crust and delicate apples sliced as thin as paper, filled with ooey, gooey caramel that just practically melted in your mouth. In fact now that Bucky was staring at the perfectly rounded tarts, he was damn sure he could make out her trademark star right in the middle. He could even see in his mind’s eye, his high school sweetheart’s stupid, little smile when he saw the stars. Steve loved stars. Steve loved him too until...well, life happens. Should’ve known that, that relationship would’ve never last. Shaking the memory from his head, Bucky grumbled as he checked his watch. He had an hour before Kobik got out of school, should be enough time to pop in, grab a cupcake, and head to her school in time. Besides, he was just feeling a little melancholy because of the area. It was hard to move back home to his hometown and not have them. The door opened to the bakery and he was hit face-first with the utterly delicious smell of freshly baked, chocolate chip cookies, fresh baked bread, rich chocolate swirled in his senses. It smelled like Sunday morning, when his ma would bake various desserts for him and his baby sister to give out to the neighbors. It smelled like running over to the Rogers household to see Steve and sneak him a few extra cookies because he needed to put the meat on his bones. It smelled like heaven on earth and Bucky was losing himself in that smell. He was sure he’d turn into a cartoon character and his legs would just curl up, floating by only the smell on his nose. “S’cuse me, gent. Don’t wanna hit ya.” The thick accent broke through Bucky’s ridiculous line of thought, blinking like an owl before he was gently brushed aside by a burly man carrying three, heavy cake boxes.

Neverland:

The idea is a one-shot of Steve and Peggy being childhood friends and Peggy has to move back to London when her father’s publishing company starts to fail in America. They promise to stay best friends but life gets in the way. Though, they never truly forget one another.

One of their favorite things to do was read Peter Pan and play pretend with Peggy as Peter.

Come college, Steve is dressed up as Wendy (think more boyish than Steve in a dress) for Halloween. They literally run into each other, Peggy is dressed as Peter.

They instantly connect and laugh and cry right in middle of the halls. Upon graduation, with embarassing storyhood stories around, Peggy proposes to Steve, asking him to be her Wendy.

Here’s the only snippet I have:

Mama Carter made the best orange scones in town. So much that Steve’s doctor had proudly declared that the small blonde had put on five whole pounds since the Carters had moved to their neighborhood.

#Steggy #StevePeggy #3pirouette

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tabloidtoc · 4 years

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Closer, March 1

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward's 50-year love story

Page 1: Contents

Page 2: The Big Picture -- in 1956, a then 21-year-old Brigitte Bardot visited Pablo Picasso at his villa in Vallauris, France

Page 4: Mary Wilson -- a life of Supreme adventures

Page 6: Picture Perfect -- Martha Stewart and Snoop Dogg hosting the 2021 Puppy Bowl, Mayim Bialik on The Masked Dancer as a guest judge, Amy Robach helped spread awareness about women's cardiovascular disease on GMA on National Wear Red Day by wearing a crimson suit

Page 8: Jane Seymour caught some rays

Page 9: Elizabeth Hurley in a bikini on pretend vacation, Salma Hayek is totally blissed out in a red bathing suit, Cindy Crawford in a photo shoot for Red magazine

Page 12: John Legend playing piano with son Miles

Page 13: Daphne Oz showed off her idea of a Super Bowl feast with a gigantic kale salad made with apple and farro and lemon-maple vinaigrette, Elizabeth Banks wearing a Baby Yoda hat, Ted Danson on Mr. Mayor

Page 22: The Ginger Rogers only I knew -- the legendary actress and dancer's former assistant shares sweet memories

Page 24: Christopher Plummer -- farewell to an acting legend

Page 26: The Most Expensive Celebrity Divorces -- money can't buy you love but it can be a great consolation prize after the marriage ends -- Reba McEntire and Narvel Blackstock

Page 27: Garth Brooks and Sandy Mahl, Neil Diamond and Marcia Murphey, Harrison Ford and Melissa Mathison, Johnny Carson and Joanna Holland, Roseanne Barr and Tom Arnold, Paul McCartney and Heather Mills

Page 31: Spot the Difference -- Kristen Wiig and Annie Mumolo in Barb & Star Go to Vista Del Mar

Page 33: Horoscopes -- Pisces Tea Leoni turned 55 on February 25

Page 34: Entertainment -- Audra Day on The United States vs. Billie Holiday, In the Spotlight -- Craig Ferguson

Page 36: On the Move -- Gal Gadot

Page 38: Best Friends -- Kyle Richards and her dog Storm enjoy cuddling and reading books together, Orlando Bloom and his foster pups, Justin Theroux and his dog Kuma have a view out the car window on a recent trip to Mexico

Page 40: Great Escape -- Jay DeMarcus of Rascal Flatts on Hilton Head, South Carolina

Page 44: How to boost your immunity

Page 46: Exclusive Interview -- B.J. Thomas still hooked on a feeling -- the five-time Grammy winner talks about music, marriage and hard lessons

Page 50: Cover Story -- Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward -- a true Hollywood love story -- their incandescent connection helped the couple survive many tragedies and obstacles

Page 54: Kris Kristofferson -- aloha, retirement -- the singer-songwriter has stepped out of the spotlight to enjoy a peaceful life in Hawaii

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Sugar, Butter and Flour - A CEO!Steve Rogers x Baker!Reader (Christmas Series) Chapter 1 ~ Opening up!

Summary: Steve Rogers is a Grinch, he pushes through the Christmas holidays with a smile for his young daughter, Sarah. The widower doesn’t enjoy the holidays and would rather focus on his work at the ‘Avengers Law Firm’ but with an upcoming ‘Christmas Wrap Party’ at the firm, his path becomes entwined with (YN) (LN), the owner of a small bakery who’s catering for the event and has managed to steal the heart of Steve’s young daughter. Will he fall for the young baker? Or will his bitterness toward the Christmas holidays and his grief keep him from finding happiness again during the ‘happiest time of the year’?

Warnings - Nothing! This is just fluff~ Reader and Steve do not meet in this chapter though!

Word count - 6,038

Masterlist - https://protectthelesbians.tumblr.com/post/189337379588/are-you-wanting-a-heart-warming-fan-fiction-just

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YOUR POV

Opening up the shop in the mornings was the most stressful but rewarding part of your day. The hustle and bustle of the city contrasted the almost serene and homely atmosphere of the bakery. Smells of freshly baked buttery croissants wafted out of the door, leaving a scent trail for the hungry passerby to follow. Flour dusted in your hair and hands, which you quickly dusted off onto your apron before waving to fellow shop-owners across the street, to Mrs Crazinski, who owned the flower shop or Mr McCloud, who owned the traditional-styled butcher shop. The shops in this corner of the city were like a little community, hiding amongst the busy streets of New York in plain sight.

Picking up a piece of chalk, you started to write up the special ‘Sweet Treat Of the Day’ upon the chalkboard, the treat of the day was never the same, always coming up with something new and tasty for your customers to try. Sometimes you spent hours the night before testing and trying out new ingredients which would make people’s mouths water at just the name alone. Just as you were writing up the special, your tongue poking out of the side as you focused on the chalkboard, trying to write it perfectly when suddenly the door crashed open which made you drop the chalk piece to the floor with a squeak.

“MORNING!?” A flurry of auburn hair ran in, a yellow scarf wrapped tightly around their neck, it was your best friend Dot or Dottie as you called her sometimes, she was a highly rambunctious woman and your partner in crime. She helped you out on the ‘business’ side of your business, your focus was mostly on the treats themselves and baking “Morning Dot, nearly scared me half to death.” You teased and picked up the chalk piece you dropped and resumed writing up the new ‘Sweet Treat Of the Day’ which you wrote in soft cursive.

Dot scoffed and put her bag down and pulled off her scarf “So, what the special today (YN)?” She leant against the counter and watched as you put the chalkboard up in its rightful place, facing the door “Today’s special is cinnamon spiced apple pie bites.” Dot let out a face of pure delight “Oh my god those sound heavenly! I don’t know how you do it, (YN).” You giggled in response “I just bake with the heart, when I get the idea I run with it. Want one to take with you?” You knew the answer already and approached the dessert cabinet which held your freshly-made treats. Dot nodded happily as she watched you gently take one out of the cabinet and wrap it in festive paper, starting to ring her up on the till.

“Already in the festive mood I see?” She looked around the bakery which had tinsel and decorations littered around the place, Christmas lights strung up above over the sit-in area of the bakery as well. Flushing gently, you nodded “I like to get in the festive season, it makes people more cheerful.” Pushing the buttons on the cash register “And I like to make people feel happy when they’re in here, a break from all the stress out there.” Pointing where the sound of car horns was coming from and the general sound of traffic.

Smiling, Dot got out her purse “I think you always succeed at that, you could even make the grinchiest person smile I bet! So! How much do I owe ya?” Unzipping her purse, ready to pay. With a gentle ring, the total came up “That’ll be $3.50.” watching as your friend pulled out a five “Keep the change” Dot winked which made you laugh “Well! Aren’t you being rather generous?” cashing the 5 dollar note into the register, Dot snorting “What can I say? The holiday’s makes me feel generous!” The two of you laughing as you handed over the wrapped up treat in a small paper-bag. You turned your head suddenly when you heard your phone going off and then hearing the oven timer go off “Dot, be a pal and see who’s messaging me, I’m not letting these loaves burn!” You always put your phone to the side near the office, the kitchen and ovens needed your attention more than your phone did.

Scuttling back into the kitchen, grabbing your oven mitts and opened up the large oven and took out the trays on trays of beautifully risen bread loaves, each dusted golden on-top. As you took out the last tray, you could hear Dot squealing happily, which made you call out “Dot? You alright?” Leaving the bread to cool for a moment, going to check on your friend and go see what was going on. Poking your head round front, seeing your friend clutching your phone in her hands with an awestruck expression upon her face “Uhm Dot?” looking at her as she turned her head to look at you

“The Avengers Law Firm want you to cater for their Christmas party…”

You coughed on your own spit, shocked beyond belief.

‘THE Avengers Law Firm’ wants you to cater for them! YOU!?

“W-What?! No! You’re not being serious!” The law firm was notoriously wealthy, the clients were high-end officials, hell even politicians used the firm for their needs. You’d never catered for this big of a client, this was a big opportunity for the bakery and you couldn’t give up this big of a deal. Dot was as shocked as you were “You have to respond!” shoving the phone into your hands which were still covered in oven-mitts, you quickly shed the oven-mitts “How did they find out about the bakery!?”

You were shocked, how would a big law firm like the Avengers find out about your bakery? You stared at the email which was sent by a representative from the company, your eyes scanned through the email, picking out the important parts.

‘Dear Miss (LN),

I am a representative from the ‘Avengers Law Firm’ and hoping to start correspondences with you concerning an offer for your bakery ‘Fairy-Cakes Bakery’ to work with our law firm for a catering job for our annual Christmas party. This is the biggest event for our company and we wish to share the opportunity with your business. If you wish to further communications and start working with us on the event, email back and we can organise a meeting with a representative who can agree to the terms. Thank you and hope to receive a response shortly.’

Maria Hill

(Representative for ‘Avengers Law’)

You looked up from your phone “I-I don’t know how to email back?! What if I sound like an idiot!” Looking at Dot, who took the phone “Hey Hey! Calm down, I deal with business emails all the time, I can sort this out! You focus on opening up the shop! We can do this!” Dot reassured you, you nodded and flipped the sign around to say ‘Open’. You let out a deep breath “Okay… I can do this! We can do this! I’m taking this offer!” Dot cheered as she typed out an email as you turned the ‘CLOSED’ sign around to say ‘OPEN!’.

This morning was definitely one of the most eventful opening mornings for the bakery yet.

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Steve’s POV

I was up making myself some coffee, dressed in my shirt and trousers, my tie not tied yet. Still in the process of waking up and getting adjusted and enjoying the morning-time for a little bit before the rush of work began. Sipping my black coffee, I relaxed at the kitchen-counter and enjoyed the peace and quiet for a moment

“DADDY!” A loud squeal could be heard from upstairs, peace never lasts when you have a tiny child tornado in your house. I turned to watch the stairs as the sound of little feet padded against the floorboards upstairs, a little figure appearing at the top of the stairs. The little girl with golden curls, matching my hair perfectly, said hair covering her eyes a little so she used her forearm to push the hair away from her face, letting out a large cheesy grin. That cheesy grin made me smile “Morning Sunshine, careful going down the stairs remember!”

His little girl.

His Sunshine.

His Sarah.

Sarah held onto the banister and headed down the stairs carefully, watching her feet as not to tumble down the stairs, she hopped onto the landing when she reached the final step, she rushed over to where I was sitting at the kitchen-counter. Sarah climbed up onto my lap, she was dressed in her ‘Winnie the Pooh’ onesie as it was starting to get cold outside and I didn’t want her getting too cold in the night. I brushed my hand through Sarah’s hair and smoothed it back away from her face “How did you sleep sweetheart?” Wrapping my arm around my daughter’s waist gently, holding her safely on my lap as she looked up at me “I slept good, Daddy!” giggling and stared up at me, she had her mother’s hazel brown eyes.

Humming softly, I held Sarah close “You’re getting to spend the day with Uncle Bucky today! You excited?” I began to softly tickle her sides as she squealed “I love Uncle Bucky!” It was the weekend and of course I was still working on a case so I asked Buck to babysit her today, not that Bucky minded. He loved his niece to death honestly and would do anything for her.

Holding Sarah on my hip, I decided that breakfast needed to be sorted out “What do you want for breakfast, Sunshine?” he asked and watched as Sarah tried to decide “Strawberry Jelly on toast!” She pointed to the loaf of bread “I can definitely get that ready for you, Sunshine. Want some fruit as well?” Placing Sarah down as I went to get started on her breakfast, she nodded and waddle around and went to watch some morning cartoons as she waited for her breakfast patiently, plopping down in front of the TV.

Putting the bread in the toaster, I finished off my coffee and watched over Sarah as she watched ‘Sofia the First’ on the TV. I began cutting up a banana for Sarah’s breakfast on a chopping board, plating everything up as I waited for the toaster to pop up, sighing.

Sarah was 5 already, in Kindergarten and growing up so fast. Too fast for my liking. I didn’t want my little girl growing up so fast. It felt like only a few moments ago, I was holding her for the first time, her head dusted with soft golden hair, no doubt I was her dad. The toaster pinged as the bread popped up, grabbing it quickly, I spread the strawberry jelly on for her “Alright Sunshine! eat your breakfast at the table!” Seeing her scuttle to the kitchen table, meaning I wouldn’t have to watch ‘Paw Patrol’ for the 8th time in a row. Placing the plate of food down in front of Sarah “want juice!” Sarah squealed and looked up at me from her seat “What’s the magic word?” Quirking my brow and watching as my daughter giggled “Pwease!” I nodded and ruffled her hair, getting her some orange juice.

“Good Morning!” Bucky burst in, his leather jacket in the crook of his elbow, wearing one of his burgundy Henley shirts, his hair swept back into a bun to keep it off his face, he grinned as he heard the squeals of little Sarah “UNCLE BUCKY!!!” obviously excited to see her uncle again, strawberry jelly on her cheeks from her toast. Chuckling, I embraced Bucky “Ready to spend the day out with Sarah?” Bucky hugged his best friend for a moment “Of course! Me and Sarah are going to have the best time together today! Just the two of us!” Bucky grinned and rested his back against the fridge as I checked my phone, it was from Maria saying that the caterer agreed to a meeting.

But we only had one person who could go out of the business today to go meet with said caterer, we always preferred to have a pair meeting with collaborators. And since this was a bakery, we needed someone to test the confectionery before we signed anything for certain. That’s when the idea hit.

“Hey Buck, could you possibly do me a favour when you’re out with Sarah?” Asking Bucky, knowing that as soon as I mention who would be joining the two, he would not be happy “A favour? Want me to do a grocery shop too?” Acting sassy and quirking his brow, making Sarah giggle into her toast. Rolling my eyes, I continued “We’re hiring a bakery to cater for our Christmas Party but we need someone to test out their goods before we sign anythin-” Bucky interrupted “I’m sold! You know I have a sweet tooth Bud, and so does Sarah. We’re perfect for the job aren’t we?” Sarah squealed and nodded “Yep yep!” finishing her toast.

“But you’ll have to go with someone who’ll sort out the business part so… I’m asking Sam to join the two of you.” I saw Bucky’s face drop, him and Sam had a rivalry of sorts, like siblings which keep trying to outwit each other, I always had to break apart any scuffles they had with each other, flashbacks to thanksgiving dinner last year made me shiver.

“NO!”

“YES!! UNCLE SAMMY!!”

Bucky looked betrayed at Sarah’s exclamations “But don’t you want a day with your favourite uncle?” He pouted towards Sarah, watching as she pondered up what to say back “No! I want to spend the day with my favourite uncles!” Bucky knew he couldn’t fight Sarah on this, not when he knew that if he said no, she’d pull out what he called the inherited ‘Steve Rogers Puppy Dog Eyes’. Anyone and everyone lost to those eyes.

“Fine… Bird-brain can come with.” Bucky was not impressed but Sarah wanted him there and Steve needed this for work. I smiled at him and nodded “Thanks Buck.” texting Sam that the plan was a-go and to get to his apartment as soon as possible. Watching as Bucky wiped Sarah’s face clean with a napkin since she had jelly all over her face “Well sunshine, you should go get dressed since Uncle Sam’s on his way!” Sarah nodded and scurried off to go get changed, she was quite independent for a kindergartner and liked getting dressed herself, together they usually laid an outfit out for her the day before just to make it easier for her in the mornings

“She’s grown up so fast…” Bucky sighed and watched as Sarah climbed up the stairs on her own “I remember her first taking her steps, it was on your birthday.” looking over to me, I remembered that day, I cried when she took her first steps “She’s still my baby, she always will be…” sighing as I heard Sarah giggling upstairs to herself. Hearing the front door open, I turned my head to see Sam walking in “Morning Steve! Sarah getting ready?” He wiped his shoes off on the doormat “Yeah she’ll be down in a sec.” Still sat at the kitchen-counter as I watched Bucky and Sam catch eyes, it felt like a stand-off.

Like cat versus dog.

Sam cleared his throat “Bucky.” Bucky frowned and glared at Sam “Samuel…” I just rolled my eyes “Can you two behave for Sarah’s sake?!” I honestly sounded exasperated, annoyed by the two of them. They both glared at me for a moment before they sighed, crossing their arms “Fine. We’ll behave!” still glaring at each other slightly but their eyes softened when Sarah came waddling in, wearing a cute pink polar bear jumper with a dungaree dress “Uncle Bucky! Can you help me with my hair!!” Holding pink hair ties, brush and a bow in her hands, needing help with her messy blonde hair. Bucky was immediately by Sarah’s side and had her on his lap, brushing out her hair and pulling her hair gently into two ponytails, sliding the bow into her hair as well “There! Now let's get your jacket and shoes!” Sam grinned and grabbed Sarah’s jacket and shoes for her “Hey Sarah-bean! Come get your jacket and shoes!” He called out, watching as Sarah rushed to cuddle Sam’s legs, happy to see him.

I watched my two best friends help Sarah with her coat and shoes, I grabbed Sarah’s backpack for her, it was a paw patrol backpack and was her favourite “Here you go Sunshine, you have fun with your uncles alright?” smiling and holding my arms out for a hug, Sarah launched herself into my arms “I will Daddy! Have fun at work!” She hugged me happily, I kissed her forehead gently as I watched her pull away and walk off with Sam and Bucky. Waving them off at the door, I turned to check the clock, I needed to be in work by for an hours time for a meeting with a client.

That was definitely enough time to make myself another coffee.

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BACK TO THE BAKERY~~

YOUR POV

It had been a few hours since I had Dot write up that email response for me, Maria had gotten back to me and said that the representative would be out to the bakery in the next couple of hours to discuss the catering job and to test some of the bakery’s treats. You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous about a company official coming into your small bakery, you were scared they’d rip into you. You kept serving up to your customers, chatting with your regulars who came in a lot when they were in the area, packaging up their orders. Christmas music softly playing in the shop, getting everyone into the Christmas spirit slowly “Here you go Barry! I hope your wife enjoys the cheesecake!” Handing the bag of treats over to Barry, who nodded “Its wouldn’t be a date night without one of your cheesecakes, (YN)!” He put a tip in the jar and took the bag, walking out of the shop happily. Waving him off, you put the cash in the register and heard the timer go off, that would be the shortbread.

Heading back into the kitchen, sliding on your mitts, you started to pull out the trays of baked shortbread cookies, the buttery smell wafting into your nose delightfully. The bell which notified when a customer entered went off, you turned your head “I’ll be there in just a moment!” you called out and put the cookies on a rack to cool off, quickly dusting caster sugar on-top of them before leaving them to cool. Walking up to the front, you took off the oven mitts and stuffed them into the string of your apron, you could hear 3 different voices. You entered the front of shop and now could match 2 of the 3 different voices to faces. There were two tall men, they had a sense of tension between them which was palpable, you held back a giggle but then heard a soft voice from just below the counter speak out “Uncle Sam! Uncle Buck! Look at all the caaaake!” Peeking your head over the counter, you came face to face with a big pair of hazel brown eyes and golden hair “Hello there!” you spoke softly, the little girl giggled “Do you make all of these cakes?” Smiling, you nodded “I do! I make everything fresh everyday!” your words made the little girl’s eyes widen “Really?!” You couldn’t help but smile at this little girl, she was just a bundle of sunshine.

Glancing up to the two guys “What can I do for you gentlemen?” Asking them, resting my elbow against the counter, watching as one of them stepped forward “Hello I’m Sam Wilson, I’m partly here on business, I’m a representative for ‘Avengers Law’.” You gulped and looked at him “I-I see.” you tried not to stutter but failed, Sam chuckled “But as you can see, I’m also here with my niece, she’s our taste-tester.” The little girl giggled at that, the other guy who was with them picked her up and held her on his hip with ease “I’m the other uncle, Uncle Bucky as you probably heard.” he shrugged his shoulders.

You nodded and slightly relaxed, realising there wasn’t a heavy pressure being placed on you right now “Shall we start with the taste test?” you quirked a brow which made the little girl nod fervently, excited to try some sweet treats “Now what’s your name, little taste-tester?” Asking the little girl, who looked at you happily “Sarah! What’s your name?” smiling you responded “Nice to meet you, Sarah! I’m (YN)! Would you like to pick some things for you and your uncles to taste test?” Little Sarah nodded quickly and wriggled out of Bucky’s arms so she could walk over to the dessert case, her little chubby hands on the glass as she stared at the pure variety of sweet treats, never seeing this many desserts in one place before.

Bucky laughed and watched his niece stare at the sweet treats in wonder “This place is like Willy Wonka’s factory!” he noted which made you and Sam snort “I get that comment a lot!” Glancing to Sarah, who was still trying to decide on what to test “So how long have you guys been open?” Sam asked and walked up to the counter “We’ve been open for a whole year actually! I’m happy that my little business is thriving!” giggling softly and dusting off your apron. Sam and Bucky nodded and smiled, Sarah called out “I’VE DECIDED!” She called out and was pointing at the cabinet, you walked over “Let's get your order ready then! What do you like the look of?” Doting on Sarah, picking up your kitchen tongs and taking out the cakes and desserts which Sarah chose and plated them up, putting them on the counter “Shall I bring these to a table?” Sam and Bucky agreed and herded Sarah over to a table, sitting down, the Christmas lights hung from above gave certain spots on the floor and table a soft red and green glow. You carried the plates over to the table and placed them down, giving each of them a fork and spoon to use.

Sarah had chosen 3 desserts.

Her first choice was a British classic, a slice of Victoria Sponge cake, the sponge itself was soft and moist with the top dusted in powdered sugar for decoration. The jam or jelly in the middle was a simple strawberry jam sandwiched together with a smooth buttercream, the two layers of the cake gently sandwiched together but not hard enough for the cream and jam to spill down the sides of the bottom layer. You hoped to introduce a British classic to your customers and possibly introduce a new favourite cake into their lives.

Her second choice was a donut, one of your late-night creations that you came up with. The donut itself was the perfect thickness, not too thin and not too thick. The flavouring was the special part of the donut, it was caramel apple flavoured. Inside the donut, there was an almost apple-pie filling inside with a caramel sweetness peeking through which would sate any sweet-tooth’s cravings.

The last choice Sarah made was a cookie, this was a limited edition Christmas cookie, it was created when you remembered the sweets and candy you ate growing up. The soft and still warm cookie was flavoured and inspired by ‘Terry’s Chocolate Orange’, you remember opening one of those around this time of year, sometimes getting them in your stocking. The chocolate bits in the cookie were melty, oozing when you broke the cookie apart, the chocolate infused with an orange zest and flavour. You hoped this would feel nostalgic to some people and make people smile.

You sat back and watched them take bits of your desserts, awaiting a reaction from them, most of your customers left with their desserts so you never got to see their reaction to trying out your creations so you were excited to see Sarah, Bucky and Sam’s reactions. Sarah’s little face lit up, she was digging into the Victoria sponge cake happily with her fork clutched in her tiny hand, crumbs all over her cheeks. Bucky on the other hand, had his hand on the donut and the filling was covering his lips and dripping a little bit into his facial hair which made you snort a little. Sam was trying out the cookie and was in awe when he broke apart the cookie and saw the gooey chocolate dribbling from the cracks when you pulled it apart. You bit your nails, watching them with a smile on your face, swaying to the soft sound of Christmas music playing.

“You like em?” asking the three of them who nodded, swapping around the desserts so they’d all get a taste of each of the chosen desserts, you giggled “I’m glad!” Bucky turned his head “They’re just… wow!” He wiped the filling from his facial hair with his finger and licked it off. Sam nodded “For once in my life, I agree with Bucky!” Bucky glared at Sam’s comment, who just smirked at him in response. Sarah had her mouth full of cake, cheeks covered in crumbs, legs swinging back and forth on the chair. Sarah finished her mouthful “They’re scrumptious!” You snorted a little, so did the boys, not expecting that word to come out of her mouth “Well I’m glad I get your seal of approval!” using your apron to gently wipe the crumbs off of her flushed chubby cheeks, she squealed “that tickles!” You finished wiping her face clean of cake crumbs “There.”

You turned to Sam “Has the taste test changed whether or not you want to work with me?” You were much more relaxed so joked around with them, Sam laughed “It definitely solidified us wanting to hire you for the catering job! Those were delicious!” He reached into his satchel “I suppose the fun stuff has to end for a little, boring business stuff now.” You nodded and glanced to Sarah “I have a small reading nook over there, I’m talking business with your Uncle Sam now.” Sarah nodded happily and dragged Bucky with her to go read, he was happy to be escaping the business stuff.

Sam brought out the paperwork to go over, you remembered what Dot had told you and knew what to look out for in a contract, Dot had a business degree so you trusted her advice. Flicking through the paperwork, eyes flickering across the page and taking in all the legalities of the job and the pay you would be receiving for said job. You’d only catered for weddings so you weren’t used to the extensive contract which was placed in your lap but you got through it and agreed to any terms and asked about anything that raised concern. And with a simple signature, you’d made the deal with ‘Avengers Law’, officially catering for their event. You even shook hands with Sam, officiating the deal.

Sam called over Bucky and Sarah “Business talk is over! You guys still up for seeing Frozen 2?” Asking Sarah, who’d been pestering Steve about wanting to go see it but suddenly she pouted “B-But I wanna stay here with (YN)!” She whined, the boys didn’t know what to do but you stepped in “Hey kiddo, going to the movies sounds fun! I wish I could go see Frozen 2 but I have to work! And hey, if you ask your daddy or your uncles, you’re welcome to come back here sometime and bake with me?” You suggested, kneeling on the ground and getting down onto her level, not towering over her. She gasped “Really?!” excited at that idea, you nodded and smiled “But only if you’re good and go have fun with your uncles!” She nodded and rushed over to stand with Sam. Bucky helped you to your feet “You’re really good with kids.” he noted, you smiled “I get a lot of customers with children, I learnt a few things.”

Bucky smiled slightly “Can we take something to go? I think Sarah’s dad definitely needs to try one of these treats.” You smiled “Of course! What kind of flavours does he like? He got a sweet-tooth?” Bucky shook his head “He prefers savoury or deeper things like dark chocolate I suppose.” he tried to explain, but even with just a tiny description, you had a few things picked out already “I have a few things in mind.” walking back to the dessert cabinet, you picked out a few things “Here’s a bourbon and maple syrup donut, a personal favourite of my adult customers.” Bucky nodded as you wrapped it up in the festive wrapping paper, humming Christmas songs to yourself faintly “Do you think Sarah would like something for later? An after-dinner treat for being a good girl?” Sarah’s ears perked up at that “Can I Uncle Buck? Uncle Sam?” Looking between them for reassurance, they both nodded “Pick something, kiddo.” She rushed back up to the cabinet and pointed to the gingerbread men “One of those, please!” showcasing her manners and politeness “Thank you for being so polite, Sarah! I’ll get that right for you Little Miss!” Using your tongs to take one gingerbread man out and wrapped it up in the festive paper which made Sarah smile “The paper has candy-canes on it!” she squealed and peered up at the counter from where she stood “Indeed! Its coming up to Christmas after all!” smiling widely at the little girl who then spoke “How did you know I’ve been a good girl today?” tilting her head. You smiled faintly and knew exactly what to say “Well. A jolly man in a red suit told me you’d been a very good girl and only good girls get dessert after all!” Seeing her little face light up at that “Santa told you I’d been good!?” she squealed and bounced up and down “Yes he did! Continue being a good girl for your uncles okay?” You winked, she nodded happily as you handed over the wrapped gingerbread man to her, giving Bucky the wrapped donut. Bucky reached for his wallet “How much do I owe you?” he opened it and prepared to pay when you held your hand up “Its on the house! Please just make sure you guys enjoy your day and the rest of the holidays.” smiling, watching as Bucky put his wallet away “Thank you Miss (YN), I hope you have a good day.” He walked towards the door as Sam followed, Sarah began to wave “Bye Miss (YN)! I’ll ask my daddy about coming to bake with you!” She waved and held her gingerbread man in her other hand, walking out of the shop with them.

“Bye! Have a nice day!” Waving goodbye to them, sighing softly, that little girl really did make you smile, she was just so darn sweet. Watching out the window, watching as Sarah happily skipped down the street, heading to their car. Turning away from the window, you headed round back to grab the trays of shortbread, which were probably fully cooled by now, preparing them for display. Hearing the bell go off again, you knew it was a customer, probably a regular in for their usual coffee and cake.

And you couldn’t help but smile even wider when you chatted with them, still buzzing and full of happy giggles from spending time with little Sarah, she really was a little ray of sunshine.

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Steve’s POV

Arriving back from work, I parked in the apartment building’s secure parking lot before heading up, briefcase in one hand and my phone in another. Opening the front door gently, I called out “Guys! I’m home!” Wandering in, I came to find Sarah asleep on Bucky’s chest, who two was passed out, she was in her Elsa dress, obviously went to see Frozen 2 today as planned. Sam was in the kitchen, sipping a coffee “Hey man, yeah she crashed immediately after dinner, her face was nearly in her spaghetti.” Sam had cleaned the dishes clearly and left them to air dry on the rack “Thank you for today, so did you go to the bakery?” Sam nodded “Steve, the owner is extremely kind and their food is divine, you made the right choice choosing them to cater for the Christmas party.” I smiled “Good. What did Sarah think?” I asked, Sarah’s sweet-tooth was always the best judge “She loved everything placed in front of her but she loved the owner more, she was begging to stay and bake with her.” He chuckled softly, I smiled, “Well I trust my daughter’s opinion on sweet things.”

Sam smiled “Shall we get them to bed?” Pointing to the sleeping figures of Bucky and Sarah, both cuddled on the couch sleepily. Grinning, I wandered over to the couch and picked up Sarah, holding her to my chest gently and trying not to jostle her “Let's get you to bed, Sunshine.” carrying her up the stairs to her room. The walls of the room were painted with pictures of animals and mythical creatures, I’d painted her room for her when she was very little and I was on paternity. Memories flooding back to me as I picked up her onesie, helping her out of her Elsa dress gently and putting on the onesie, had to make sure she was kept warm throughout the night. New York winters can get very cold, especially for little ones like Sarah. After gently zipping up the onesie, I placed her down into her princess bed, pulling the covers over her and sliding her favourite teddy bear since birth, Bucky Bear under her arm. She immediately cuddled into it, I kissed her forehead softly and switched on her star night-light, quietly leaving her room, making sure the door was cracked open a little “Goodnight my Sunshine…”

I left her to sleep, walking down the stairs to see Sam trying to lift Bucky “I’ll give him a lift home, I can bring him back tomorrow to collect his car.” I nodded and helped Sam get Bucky to the lift “By the way, the baker picked something out for you, something to fit your tastes. Its on the counter.” Sam waved goodbye as the lift descended, taking Sam and Bucky to the parking lot, leaving me standing there in my apartment. I turned to the kitchen and found the little package on the counter, decorated in festive candy-cane wrapping, I wasn’t one for the holidays but the details of the packaging made me chuckle gently. Unwrapping it carefully, I pulled out a donut, I quirked a brow in curiosity and leant in to take a gentle bite.

Flavours burst into my mouth with a single bite, the faint sweetness of maple syrup coating my lips but it was nicely complemented with the smokey and deep taste of bourbon, I’d never tasted a donut like this before. Again, I didn’t usually enjoy sweet things, but the balance of the sweet maple syrup and the deep bourbon liquor made me go in to take another bite. This baker, the one who seemed to enchant his best friend and his daughter, definitely knew how to pick out a treat for those who didn’t like things ‘too sweet’.

I thought to myself for a moment, it entered my head as I took the final bite of the donut ‘I guess I just might have to go meet this baker and buy another one of these’ and as I thought, I turned to stare out my window. And as I did, the first snow for December began to fall gently, the snowflakes floating past the window-glass and cascading down, refracting light like shimmering glitters.

The Christmas season had officially and properly begun.

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beth-is-rainpaint · 5 years

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Random Tag Game

Inspired by @cairistiona7’s post

Favorite snack? I’ll eat cereal or strawberries any time of the day.

Favorite place to go on vacation? I love both the Outer Banks and Myrtle Beach. I’d always gone to the Outer Banks with my family, and my husband had always gone to Myrtle Beach with his, so it was fun to show each other “our” beaches. I love how quiet and pretty the Outer Banks are (we go during the off season), and I also love how much there is to do at Myrtle Beach. Looking for shark teeth at Myrtle was really fun too—there aren’t any on the Outer Banks, at least where I always stayed.

What’s a song that makes you dance immediately? Shut Up and Dance by Walk The Moon

Tea or Coffee? And what kind? I don’t like how coffee tastes, but I love how it smells. I do, however, like peppermint tea, chai tea, and lemon iced tea.

Do you play an instrument? No ☹ I can pick out a song on the piano, but it’s the notes you’d sing, not the chords, if that makes sense.

What’s your favorite type of personality? Someone who’s warmly kind, genuine, funny, and wise.

Favorite comedian? I’m not sure if Olan Rogers is considered a comedian (I know he’s done a few live shows where he tells stories like he does on YouTube), but his videos always make me laugh. His dramatic word choice is the best.

Gummy candy or chocolate? Definitely chocolate.

What did you “want to be when you grew up” as a kid? First a ballerina, then a doctor, and then a teacher. I did end up teaching a few semesters of college English classes but, uh, did not enjoy it.

What’s your favorite physical feature about yourself? My eyes are a really nice shade of green in my opinion, haha.

When was the last time you watched a show or movie on a TV? Last Friday, when I watched the most recent episode of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Technically it was recorded, but I’m counting it since I watch so little TV and movies outside Netflix and Hulu.

Unpopular opinion? The Star Wars prequel trilogy isn’t completely terrible LOL.

Are you scared of bugs? Wasps and hornets.

Cats or cats? I had to read this question a few times before I realized it said “cats” twice. I mean, cats are pretty great, especially my aunt and uncle’s young, hilarious weirdo cat.

Are you allergic to any foods? I might be allergic to peppers? I can’t even smell them without feeling sick.

Does the description of your star sign match your personality? I don’t think so.

Favorite type of accent? The different kinds of British/Australian/Welsh/New Zealand accents (I blame Lord of the Rings and Call the Midwife).

Name the first song that comes into your head!! I mean I just mentioned “Shut Up and Dance” earlier and then I played it to see if the baby would dance to it (he did not, sadly, though he did look up at me and grin in an “I know what you want me to do and I’m not gonna do it” sort of way).

Who is the sexiest famous person to you? Milo Ventimiglia circa 2002/season 3 of Gilmore Girls (yes I know that’s oddly specific now pardon me while I go find a cave and hide there forever).

Cake or pie? I mean, why not both? With ice cream? But the cake needs to have been kept in the refrigerator like overnight, while the pie needs to be warm. I’m picky.

When was the last time you read an entire book? I reread Jesus Feminist by Sarah Bessey earlier this year. I want to read more books before the year is over, but the almost-toddler-baby makes that a bit difficult.

Favorite junk food? Chocolate chip cookies.

Do you like your height? When I was a teenager I hated being on the shorter side, but it doesn’t bother me now.

Apples or oranges? MacIntosh apples.

What’s your favorite personality trait in a person? Wise, warm kindness (I guess I’m kind of repeating myself).

Do you like salad? Certain kinds. Caesar with chicken, Italian pasta salad, fruit salad without bananas.

What person inspires you the most? Audrey Assad, because she’s overcome a lot and she’s kind and brave and writes gorgeous songs that help me feel like I can actually be honest with God despite all the weird baggage I have with religious language.

What is a song that has made you cry? Several of Audrey Assad’s songs (“Irrational Season,” “Teresa,” and “I Shall Not Want” in particular). The Lord of the Rings soundtrack gives me the best sort of ache in my chest—especially the Shire theme because, I don’t know, it just sounds like home and safety and love and joy. Honestly I feel a bit pathetic for this but “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran always makes me a tiny bit teary-eyed. IT’S ALL FITZSIMMONS’S FAULT.

Tagging whoever wants to do this, as always. 😊

#these are so fun!#me #meme

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knight-method-blog · 6 years

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Here I Go Now

109 Days until Graduation.

I've never really had my shit together. Even as a child, I was always running around avoiding my work and my mother would often threaten to duct tape me to a chair. Now as an adult, I'm less of a hot mess and more of a lukewarm jumble. I get a certain thrill when I complete a crossword. I'm able to finish school work and get through classes, but the daunting finish line of graduation and getting a big girl job made me realize that I still don't have a focus in my life.

I feel unprepared for a real adult life even though I've had twenty-two years of preparation. The older folks in my life make it look so easy, like graduating and finding a job should be a piece of cake. But for me, I have no idea how I would even start that process given I have no idea what I'm going to do. I can't just sit around and complain about how past generations had it easy. I can't even drown my sorrows in a pint of Graham cracker ice cream, no matter how simple and delicious it would be. I needed to find a way to figure it out, even if I haven’t the slightest as to what “it” is.

So this is where Sarah Knight's genius comes in.

As a massive fan of her book The Life-Changing Art of Not Giving a F*ck, I purchased her other books. When glancing at her book Get Your Sh*t Together, I was inspired, like when Issac Newton had an apple fall on his head, or when Roger Taylor looked at his car. I wanted to follow her guide, step-by-step, as I countdown the days until I graduate. My sister suggested I start a blog to practice my writing, so why not chronicle it online for all those to see? (greetings, fellow web surfers!) Though my blog might only be viewed by my friends and family, why the hell not? Maybe others will stumble upon this and find it interesting. And for those who do, I can only hope that you’ll be inspired to read Knight’s book and methods, or at the very least be entertained in following my attempt. It's about the journey, not the destination, right?

In this expedition, there will be a lot of epiphanies, some cursing (sorry, Momma), thoughts on Knight's other books, several ramblings, stories, and terrible jokes. I'm going to try and be as consistent as possible with posting but since I'm still a student and working, serving pizza and learning the present perfect for German while also writing about keeping up a calendar will be sehr schwierig.

At 22, I might be a bit late to get my shit together, but in the wise words of Clarrise Renaldi, "The Queen is never late, everybody else is simply early."

#sarah knight #blog #blogger #humor #lifestyle #The Life Changing Magic of Not Giving a Fuck #funny #self help #get your shit together #roger taylor #you saucy boy you #some of these tags are for my entertainment #college #graduation

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just-jordie-things · 8 years

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300 FOLLOWERS!? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH GUYS SO I WENT THRU AND ANSWERED THE ASKS

1. what’s your favorite food?

i think sushi. smoked eel nigiri roll, and trust me, it’s amazing

2. do you have any ‘special’ talents?

maybe writing idk i’m an average writer

3. what’s your zodiac sign?

leo

4. have any siblings? older or younger? brother or sister? do you get along?

younger brother, and we’re like best friends. we get into a lot of trouble together

5. what was your first ship?

the first one i was head over heels for would be scallison. still am.

6. how old are you?

16 in july

7. if you had to get married right now, who would you choose and why?

ummm dyaln o’brien? sorry that was an unrealistic question i’m probably always gonna answer with him. a l w a y s

8. any interesting life mini stories?

ok so last summer, i was hanging out with my bff @taegdcl1018, and she lives by the playground so we went to hang out there. it was real chill, swinging and listening to music and stuff. and when i got up and started walking, there was A BEE ON MY SHIRT. so i screamed, and started wigging out, and of course brooklyn is like ‘girl chill’ (and tbh bees don’t scare me that much) anyways, this bee is still on my shirt, and im running around, and it’s still stuck on it. and THAT my sweeties, is how i took my shirt off in a public playground. NO WORRIES THO! there was no one around besides me and my bff, and she gave me her over shirt thingy before we left. (also, it’s still difficult for me to wear that shirt. it’s like i have PTSD)

9. who are your favorite artists/musicians right now?

melanie martinez, twenty one pilots, lana del rey, halsey, marilyn manson, blue october, blackbear, arctic monkeys, and kaleo

10. Want kids? Why?

i like the idea, but i think i’d say no. i’m just not that responsible, not enough to care for a little person who would need me

11. hobbies?

writing, reading, playing piano, drawing, collaging (if that’s how you’d put it?) and editing

12. any pets?

oui, a chihuahua named delilah that my friends and i call taco

13. favorite ship(s)?

STYDIA MALEC MALIRA SCALIA AND MANIGGY

14. best cartoon?

Bob’s Burgers. I love it.

15. best friends?

@taegdcl1018 and @peter-andhislostgirls. they’re my besties. we’re mermaids.

16. what color are your eyes?

morning sky blue lmao

17. what is your relationship status?

utterly single but flirting

18. favorite pair of shoes?

PURPLE CONVERSE I PAINTED WHITE AND USED SHARPIE TO WRITE STUFF ON

19. favorite snapchat filter?

the bunny with the snow lol

20. favorite book?

The Replacement, by Brenna Yovanoff

21. opinion on drugs/alcohol?

gross. i don’t like to judge, but I don’t like people throwing their lives away.

22. dream vacation?

Los Angeles. everywhere there, just walking in the streets and listening to music

23. how many pictures are on your phone?

2,030

24. best ice cream flavor?

chocolate chip cookie dough with hot fudge

25. where do you go to shop?

hot topic and forever 21 are my favorite

26. favorite class?

enriched english. from the literature we get to read and the comedic of a teacher, it’s just great.

27. most embarrassing memory?

um, did you not read the story about the bee on my shirt?

28. what’s one of your favorite memories?

spending one of my bffs birthday watching horror movies in our underwear and hello kitty blankets. there was also home made cake and doggos involved

29. what are your five most frequently played songs?

1. Where’s My Love - Syml 2. Drive - Halsey 3. Killing Strangers - Marilyn Manson 4. Hard For - Kevin Gates 5. Crazy In Love - Beyonce (um the 50 Shades of Grey remix…)

30. play any instruments?

piano and i used to know guitar and ukulele but it’s been a while

31. best breakfast meal?

chocolate chip pancakes with a shit ton of butter

32. who was the last person you called?

@taegdcl1018 for 2 hours and 17 minutes last night. we discussed doing a collab ;)

33. fries or onion rings?

fries

34. daytime or night time?

night time. it’s much more peaceful and overall more beautiful

35. how many languages do you know?

english and I’d like to say french, but i’m not fluent so i don’t think it counts

36. if you could only date one character from Teen Wolf, who would you date? why?

Malia Tate. I feel like we could really teach each other things and she’d be overprotective and cute and yeee

37. best friend IRL and best friend via social media?

BEST FRIENDS IRL @taegdcl1018 and @peter-andhislostgirls and my best friends via social media are @failingmemequeen and Sarah (who doesn’t have a tumblr)

38. favorite picture?

there’s one my friend took in the lunch room last year, a selfie of her and my other bffs

39. fanfiction or fanart?

fanfiction

40. when did you first start writing fanfics?

two years ago, my first teen wolf was a scallison one that i wrote before i even watched the show

41. favorite type of noodle?

the mac and cheese that looks like shells

42. favorite summer activity?

writing outside lol

43. if you could take a pic with one character at Disney, who would you choose?

alice from alice in wonderland. i just love her.

44. best season of Teen Wolf?

i’m stuck between 3b and 6a

45. ok do you watch ANYTHING other than Teen Wolf?

I do! The Walking Dead, Riverdale, The Fosters, American Horror Story, Shameless, Orange is the New Black, Shadowhunters, Friends, and Pretty Little Liars

46. apple or samsung?

apple. duh.

47. an annoying experience that you would like to vent about?

one time this girl told me if a man punches a woman, she should be grateful. she claimed it was because of gender equality, which i am ALL for, but i thought it was disgusting, because if ANYONE punches you, no matter the gender, honestly i think you should just go ahead and punch them back

48. favorite pop tart flavor?

hot fudge sundae

49. McDonald’s, Burger King, or Wendy’s?

BK I can’t say no to a hershey pie

50. would you rather fly or be invisible?

hahahaa be invisible then my embarrassing moments wouldn’t be noticed

51. favorite board game?

candyland or monopoly

52. circus or magic show?

magic show bc my brother loves magic tricks and i always get to see him try them and it’s just funny

53. waterpark or amusement park?

amusement park, i love rollercoasters and thrills!

54. any sentimentally valuable possessions?

my grandmothers first engagement ring, she gave it to me

55. what’s your favorite mode of travel?

car trips

56. what piece do you choose to be in Monopoly?

the top hat. i love hats.

57. when was the last time you cried? why?

yesterday because i read SUCH a good stiles angst i teared up

58. favorite Marvel character?

ooh….um…. if i HAD to choose, i think i’d have to choosequicksilver from the X-Men franchise. woot woot evan peters!

59. any nicknames?

yea: potato, captain crunch, and scoot.

60. what will be/is your senior quote?

“if someone from the future doesn’t come to stop you from doing something, then how bad can it be?

61. play any sports?

HELL NAH

62. if you were stranded on an island and had to bring 3 other people, who would they be and why?

my besties brookie and tay, and dylan o’brien cuz i’m gonna need entertainment somehow

63. lucky numbers?

8, 88, 666, and 18

64. label yourself (ethnicity, gender, sexuality etc)

i’m a white, bisexual, atheist woman

65. dogs or cats?

i love both so much but kittens man…

66. scooters or skateboards?

scooters.

67. favorite DC character?

harley quinn by far

68. bugs bunny or daffy duck?

daffy duck

69. are you sexually expierienced? (lol iyt #69 so i had to)

does reading smut count?

70. did you have a valentine this year?

I DID!

71. vlogging or blogging?

so i do have a tumblr and technically it’s called a blog but i mean it’s not really a blog. and sometimes my friend and i pretend to be vloggers so i guess vlogging

72. pandas or polar bears?

panda bears

73. favorite hello kitty character?

tuxedo sam

74. if you were going to travel to another country, where would you go?

Savoy France, to see a girl that I’ve become friends with and have wanted to see for a while

75. most used emoji?

the squid. it just looks so happy and joyful. i use it to tell people i love them

76. why did you start writing?

fanfiction? bc i was disappointed in jeff davis for killing off an angel who didn’t deserve it.

77. favorite fanfic?

I CAN’T CHOOSE!!! everything @writing-obrien has ever done

78. what’s your favorite show to binge?

teen wolf and riverdale

79. dresses or skirts?

i like both but i’m always in jeans. but probably skirts

80. favorite app?

tumblr duh

81. favorite word?

mechanical

82. what’s your favorite thing to write about?

stiles imagines and things about trees

83. who is your inspiration? for anything really

writing-obrien aforementioned for writing. and twenty one pilots for music

84. would you rather go to neverland or wonderland?

wonderland! I want an unbirthday tea party!

85. favorite actor?

dylan o’brien

86. favorite actress?

crystal reed

87. favorite youtuber?

brandon rogers. 11/10 RECOMMEND WATCHING

88. if you could live in any fantasy land where would you pick and why?

still wonderland, because i feel like it’d just be so much fun lol

89. sleeping or eating?

ooh that’s a toughie. probably eating. I’m a high class food slut

90. favorite letter of the alphabet?

91. fruits or veggies?

fruits

92. modern or ancient?

both?

93. smut, fluff, or angst?

fluff is my #1 but i like it all

94. if you were to go into a battle, what would be your weapon of choice?

probably a unicorn horn.

95. unicorns or pegasuses?

more unicorns!

97. thoughts on swearing?

swearing is so fucking dumb. like why fucking do that you fucking fuck? lmao swearings ok in the appropriate places. not in a kindergarden classroom, but who cares if you’re at a bar?

98. reading or writing?

UGH WHY MAKE ME CHOOSE! I’M SKIPPING THIS ONE

99. big cities or small town country sides

big cities

100. east coast or west coast?

livin on the east coast but dreamin of the west

101. what do you love about your favorite character?

i love the way she really delves into her emotions, even though everyone thinks she doesn’t really have any, you can really tell what she’s feeling through her eyes, and that’s hard to do when it’s on a screen and not written in a fanfiction

thank you guys so sooo much for 300 follows! it made me tear up this morning, and means a lot to me that people actually like and enjoy my writings and i really hope that the only way i can go, is up, and i just really hope that i still have the love and support you guys give to me :) big hearts and big hugs for every one of you

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networkingdefinition · 5 years

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Chili Quotes

Official Website: Chili Quotes

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• A little blue-eyed blonde in a red hot sweater, wants to spice my chili, I think I’ll let her. – Toby Keith • All this talkin’ about eatin’ is makin’ me awful hungry. I’ll have two chili burgers with an order of fries, onion rings and a chocolate milk shake. And a Strawberry Ice Cream Sundae-with pickles. – George Lindsey • Any man that eats Chili and Cornbread can’t be all bad – Carroll Shelby • Anything that improves people’s expectations of a meal is good for the world. Anything that weans even one kid or one adult away from Chili’s or T.G.I. Friday’s is definitely a win for the good guys. – Anthony Bourdain • As human beings, we are the only organisms that create for the sheer stupid pleasure of doing so. Whether it’s laying out a garden, composing a new tune on the piano, writing a bit of poetry, manipulating a digital photo, redecorating a room, or inventing a new chili recipe – we are happiest when we are creating. – Gary Hamel

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I can’t decide. – Jim Butcher • Chili is much improved by having had a day to contemplate its fate. – John Steele Gordon • Chili is not so much food as a state of mind. Addictions to it are formed early in life and the victims never recover. On blue days in October, I get this passionate yearning for a bowl of chili, and I nearly lose my mind. – Margaret Cousins • Chili is one of the great peasant foods. It is one of the few contributions America has made to world cuisine. Eaten with corn bread, sweet onion, sour cream, it contains all five of the elements deemed essential by the sages of the Orient: sweet, sour, salty, pungent, and bitter. – Rex Stout • Chili, spice of red Thursday, which is the day of reckoning. Day which invites us to pick up the sack of our existence and shake it inside out. Day of suicide, day of murder. – Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni • Dropkick Murphys get me going, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Nirvana… plus, all the regular hip-hop stuff. – Kobe Bryant • Early readers assumed the Book of Mormon people ranged up and down North and South America from upstate New York to Chili. A close reading of the text reveals it cannot sustain such an expansive geography. – Richard Bushman • Embarrassment felt a lot like eating chili peppers. It burned in the back of your throat and there was nothing you could do to make it go away. You just had to take it, suffer from it, until it eased off. – Sarah Addison Allen • From 1973 to 1982 I ate the exact same lunch everyday . Turkey chili in a bowl made out of bread . Bread bowl George. First you eat the chili then you eat the bowl . There’s nothing more satisfying than looking down after lunch and seeing nothing but a table. – George Steinbrenner • I bet you a handful of Chili’s coupons that Jesus had a foot fetish. – Corey Taylor • I have my once-a-month nachos, but it’s soy cheese and turkey chili on it, so it’s somewhat safe. But it’s still a big vice for me, because I have a big bowl of it. – Jenny McCarthy • I like chili, but not enough to discuss it with someone from Texas. – Calvin Trillin • I love that whole princess mentality, but I also like throwing my hair in a ponytail and just wearing jeans, going on a hike and then eating a big chili-cheesebur ger. – Jennifer Love Hewitt • I love to cook. I make an award-winning turkey chili. – Joely Fisher • I once absent-mindedly ordered Three Mile Island dressing in a restaurant and, with great presence of mind, they brought Thousand Island Dressing and a bottle of chili sauce. – Terry Pratchett • I set up stations, buy a big vat of chili, and then guests do what they want to do – and I still get to party. – Emily Henderson • I used to like eating frozen corn straight out of the bag. But I also love microwaving frozen corn and adding butter and sugar and garlic powder and chili powder to it. And sometimes I just like to microwave it and add a little bit of hot sauce to it. My friends always laugh at me when they catch me eating it. – Thu Tran • If I were a food, I’d be a Chili because you know.. I’m hot. – Louis Tomlinson • If the waitress has dirty ankles, the chili is good. – Al McGuire • If you are a bad putter, you will not make a putt. If you have a tendency to chili-dip wedges, you’ll be chili-dipping them all over the place for sure. Whatever your weakness, it will come up in spades during the Ryder Cup. – Johnny Miller • If you want to make a chili, you’re going to break some cows. – Merlin Mann • In the Chili Peppers I’m a part of that world in a pretty big world and that’s just the way it is. – John Frusciante • It stinks of trains and that chili with the chocolate in it. Ooooh, books!” he exclaimed suddenly, making a beeline for the small library. (Al) – Kim Harrison • It’s a cold bowl of chili when love lets you down. – Neil Young • I’ve been on a team that won the world championship of barbecue. But barbecue’s interesting, because it’s one of these cult foods like chili, or bouillabaisse. Various parts of the world will have a cult food that people get enormously attached to – there’s tremendous traditions; there’s secrecy. – Nathan Myhrvold • Metaphors think with the imagination and the senses. The hot chili peppers in them explode in the mouth and the mind. – Jane Hirshfield • My dad gave me a haircut… and it wasn’t a very good one. When I went out of the house, my friends got on my case and said it looked like someone put a chili bowl over my head and cut around it. – Chili Davis • My music is rock. I listen to Red Hot Chili Peppers and I listen to one of my songs, and if I don’t give you the same emotion, then I go back and re-spit. – Kanye West • Next to jazz music, there is nothing that lifts the spirit and strengthens the soul more than a good bowl of chili. – Harry James • Oh God almighty, another Detroit monster is Chad Smith of the Chili Peppers. Their music is intoxicating between Flea and Chad Smith. They’re contemporary because they’re still making good records, but I don’t think there’s anything new that has a groove and soulfulness. The Chili Peppers just stink of soul-and that’s the ultimate compliment. They continue what James Brown created. – Ted Nugent • On Bill Clinton: “If left to my own devices, I’d spend all my time pointing out that he’s weaker than bus-station chili. But the man is so constantly subjected to such hideous and unfair abuse that I wind up standing up for him on the general principle that some fairness should be applied. Besides, no one but a fool or a Republican ever took him for a liberal. – Molly Ivins • On Hillary Clinton, who was an ardent Goldwater supporter in 1964: ‘If he’d let his wife run business, I think he’d be better off. … I just like the way she acts. I’ve never met her, but I sent her a bag of chili, and she invited me to come to the White House some night and said she’d cook chili for me. Someday, maybe.’ – Barry Goldwater • One day, I’ll be listening to a bunch of Ray Charles, the next day it’s nothing but Red Hot Chili Peppers. The next day it might be Tupac all day. – J. Cole • Opening cans of chili in zero gravity to see how it looks, that’s something that went wrong. – Trish Sie • People were going to geometry class and I was swimming through vats of chili on ‘Even Stevens.’ It was like a dream! – Shia LaBeouf • Remember, FDA employees are serious about fear. We pay these people to panic about an iota of rodent hair in our chili, even when the recipe calls for it. FDA employees are first-class agonizers, world champions at losing sleep. When Meryl Streep got hysterical about Alar, they actually checked the apples instead of Meryl’s head. – P. J. O’Rourke • She looks uptown, but she ain’t really. She’s into football, she likes my chili. – John Anderson • Take me ham away, take away my eggs, even my Chili, but leave me my newspaper. �� Will Rogers • Tension translates to your guests. They’ll have a much better time having chili and baked potatoes than they would if you did roast duck with a wild cherry sauce and then had to lie down and cry for a while. – Nigella Lawson • The chili I ate made for an explosive bathroom experience. I don’t know how to put this delicately, but I missed the toilet entirely. – Seth Green • The Chili Peppers have a real strict two-week on/two-week off policy – aside from me, everybody has families. – Josh Klinghoffer • The guy we want to get is the guy who did the Aerosmith album which is coming out in two days, and a Chili Peppers album, and a couple of Pearl Jam albums. We want to get someone that will sort of bring out the high energy aspect more than the dreaminess that was on the last album. – Mike Gordon • The suit was so clumsy, being pressurized, it was impossible to get two hands comfortably on the handle and it’s impossible to make any kind of a turn. It was kind of a one-handed chili-dip. – Alan Shepard • This is my dream. I ain’t giving up. I see a band like the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and they’ve had their ups and downs, but they’ve continued with heart. We look up to that. I see Papa Roach being around for another 15 years. We’ve always wanted to be a career band. – Jacoby Shaddix • When I’m doing a book tour in the States, I’ll wake up in the room sometimes in an anonymous chain hotel, and I don’t know where I am right away. I’ll go to the window, and it doesn’t help there either, especially if you’re in an anonymous strip and it’s the usual Victoria’s Secret, Gap, Chili’s, Applebee’s. – Anthony Bourdain • When Lollapalooza started, and I was really into Red Hot Chili Peppers and Jane’s Addiction, Soundgarden. I went to that Lollapalooza tour twice, I think. – Adam Richman

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