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[rmspeltzfarm]

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[shes-an-artist]

Chapter One - – Washington D.C. – Present Day

Hello and let's kick start the beginning of a new Marvel fic specifically worked out with @the-superoriginal (hi 🥰)

Summary:

Addie Jeannes is an avid Marvel fangirl, not quite stereotypical, but has the average Marvel man crush, patent pending. Her top pick is the famous Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America, practically a perfect gentleman and seriously good looking. But then her first day of college comes along and she takes the bus for the first time to the university. Its when she gets off the bus, she has stepped back in time, all the way back to 1939, a few years before the second world war begins. She’s very out of place in her modern clothes and slang, but thanks to a young man named Bucky, she soon learns her way around the large town of Brooklyn. But who would have guessed she would also meet the love of her life in Steve Rogers, Bucky’s best friend.

Only during the worst event she has ever experienced does she understand who she was really chasing.

warnings: Fluff! Implied smut in future chapters but very subtly hinted at. Period-typical subjects (i.e racism)

Chapter warnings: no warnings

Word count: 896 words, longer chapters coming!

It was the first chilly day of Autumn, the leaves were still green but the occasional tree was already beginning to shed it’s coat of fluffy leaves to the sidewalks below.

Addie remembered when she first arrived in D.C. It was Spring and she was one of the fortunate as she witnessed the cherry trees blooming all around the city. That was a year ago when she first moved to the nation’s capital for the job at the small, but prosperous arts center: Capital Performances. She loved to act and work backstage when she wasn’t assigned a role, but most importantly, she just couldn’t wait until next Winter when they would put on Rogers: The Musical.

True, she was appalled at the idea of her Steve being made into a musical, but she actually liked the songs, in addition she couldn’t very well say no. It was Marvel, for heaven’s sake, she loved Marvel.

And most importantly, she loved Steve Rogers.

It was puppy love, but she kept it at a healthy distance unlike the other fangirls she ran across on social media. Their thirst posts were enough to make her throw her phone off her beanbag and groan into a pillow.

She didn’t care. In her mind, Steve was in his perfect world.

“Now if only I could actually meet the man.” She shook her head as she picked up one of the fallen leaves off the side walk and studied the veins between the paper-like membranes of the object. She had been to multiple Comic-Cons, but she wasn’t willing to wait 5 hours to meet Chris Evans, but she meet Sebastian Stan once on the street. And honestly, he was the sweetest person she had ever met. He even asked her for a selfie.

She sighed and threw the leaf over her shoulder before sitting down on the grass to paint the Washington Monument with the sunlight illuminating one side of it, while the shadow covered the other side.

She liked those lighting parallels, she tried to paint them as close to how they appeared as quickly as she could before the sun went down.

It was almost therapeutic, but watching the Captain America saga was her therapy. Screw the medication.

Charlotte’s notification sound jerked Addie out of her mid-afternoon nap as she lost her balance and fell on her bottom on the floor. She giggled and picked up her phone which had fallen along with her.

“Any news yet?”Her friend was referring to the acceptance letter from Liberty University that they were both waiting on, but it was Addie who was actually going.

“I haven’t checked my mail yet. It doesn’t come until around 4.” She replied, feeling the butterflies in her stomach rising again. She had wanted to go to New York University, but their tuition was WAAAY too high to even justify the amount of schooling she was to gain.

Nope. Liberty U it was.

“I hate ur mailman.” Charlotte responded quickly.

“I hate the mail system.”

“Right.”

“How was your day?”

“Slow and lowkey.”

“Lo-ki.”

“Yeah XD”

“U need to make Jonah’s contact name that.”

“What?? Jonah’s not a Loki, he’s definitely a Tony Stark.”

“We say it like Zodiac signs XD”

“WELL ISN’T IT?”

“Touche. Did u know you woke me up from a rather pleasant nap?”

“I would say I’m sorry if you were dreaming about you know who.”

“Unfortunately not this time.”

“Well, shoot.”

“IKR?”

“I still can’t believe you’d take Steve over Thor, I mean the hunk of a man Thor??”

Addie shook her head and smiled. Charlotte was head over heals for the god of thunder.

“I prefer my Captain.” Addie replied, adamant.

“Your loss.”

“You’re mean.”

“I am truthful.”

“Whatev.” Addie snickered, knowing full well their insults were playful. “I should go before we have a gif war, plus I just heard the mail slot.”

“Fingers crossed for u!! <3”

Addie took a breath before standing up and jogging to the mail slot in her apartment’s door, there was a small bundle of mail but the only one she wanted was the one with the red and blue logo.

“WAHOO!” She jumped up and down when she found it. She ran to the kitchen and started a FaceTime with her mom who was in Oregon on a much-needed vacation.

“Hey, honey!” Her mom picked quickly and Addie couldn’t help the grin that broke out on her face.

“Guess what came today??”

“Did you get your letter??” Her mom’s face lit up.

“Who’s at the top?” She made a face and held the letter up to the camera.

“Oh, baby!! Well, open it, open it!!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Addie tore open the envelope and shook it to unfold the papers. “Dear Addison Jeannes, we are honored to have you as a student at Liberty University in our Forensic Sciences field of study this spring!!” She read out loud, jumping as she placed the phone against the bowl of Chex mix she always had out. “I made it, Momma!!”

“That’s my girl!!” Her mom cheered, breaking out in smiles. “I will rent you a car so you can get down there!”

“No thanks, Momma, I can take the bus. Its not that far at all. And it might be cheaper.”

“But what about your bike??”

“I’ll get it delivered.”

“Alright, its your call. But this is so exciting!!”

“Liberty, here I come!!”

thank you for reading 🥰✌️ Dividers by @strangergraphics

prompt by @the-superoriginal

written by yours truly, all relation to actual people are purely coincidental

tag list: @oh-to-be-a-murderer - @fictionalmenjusthitdifferent - @itzzkaylaaa - @crazyinlovewithmarvel - @natt-romanoff - @ohyeah-itssamwilson - @proud-owner-0f-americas-ass

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[bbyboybucket]

Do you guys think that Bucky and Steve have to take vitamin and mineral supplements? Bc most the general population is deficient of several vitamins in general and can’t get enough from food sources, but a super soldier with a much higher metabolism would need even higher than the amount for a normal person. So without supplements, they’d be pretty deficient right?

[bd-wlf]

ALRIGHT BABES I HAVE AN EXCERPT FOR YALL,

its from my Christmas/everybody lives/post-endgame Ironstrange fanfic

I'm at a fork in the road, a place where i can go one direction with this story or i can go another direction with this yknow.

i need yall's help to decide if i should keep this in or not.

for context, Stephen lost his memory due to an incident that is tbd right now and him and tony are deciding who to invite to the Christmas party Tony wants to throw when something gets revealed

also before this they ended up getting all hot and bothered together iykwim. for like the first time lol i got tired of waiting for that scene so i just plopped it in before the Christmas party.

excerpt below the cut

“Uh, maybe Peter and Wade. We also couldn't go wrong with inviting Clint and Matt, i know Peter and Wade patrol with them sometimes.” he was having a hard time trying to figure out who to invite when he was so close to Stephen, they were torso to torso and Tony could feel everything. 

“Alright, you may have to enlighten me though, i know who Clint, Matt, and Wade are but who is Peter?” he asked Tony with a smile and he escaped the doctor’s grip. An unreadable expression on his face. Suddenly a chill filled the air. “Tony?” he asked softly. 

“You don't remember him, do you?” he laughed sadly. “Of course, that’s what this was about. The incident” he turned away from Stephen. 

“You’re scaring me, Tony, what about the incident? And what does this have anything to do with Peter?” he was so confused, did i do something to peter? Is that why he couldn't remember? 

“you’ve worked with him before, we’ve all fought with him. He died in the first war against Thanos. But you wouldn't remember his name or what he looked like because you’re the one who hexed him. None of them would besides Wade and me.” he explained, almost sadly. 

“Is that what you think the incident was? Me hexing this Peter guy.” he asked and tony nodded looking away from him. “Why wouldn't any of the others remember him? Why only you and Wade?” 

“Because I was off-world when you hexed him and Wade seems to be immune to that sort of thing.” he answered, that childlike joy that was there before was replaced with a sad understanding.

"he had called me, a week afterward. i didn't understand what the message was so i came back and you were there waiting for me on my doorstep." he took a deep breath "it all makes sense now."

"i've kept up tabs on him but its been dead air, i dont think he knows i remember who he is." he explained and Stephen, the more he tried to remember to add anything to the conversation besides silence the more the headache in the back of his head grew.

"i suppose that explains why i cant remember, and depending on the spell i used, which it sounds like a complicated one, explains why i feel so depleted. " he said after a minute, trying to rationalize the situation the best he could. "invite him to the party so i can meet him again, wade and him are together right? so that means we shouldn't separate them." he changed the subject, trying to make Tony feel less bad about a situation he (probably) couldn't control. "why don't we also invite Yelena and Kate, I've heard that they just got back from Russia." he added moving to sit next to Tony on his bed.

"okay." he agreed with a small smile, a little of the joyfulness returning. he could see it in his eyes....

[fandomfluffandfuck]

So I had an edible. And I thought what if Dom Bucky had Steve draw a self portrait of his own cock so that he could keep a picture of his sweetheart in his wallet. Steve sees Bucky take paper out of said wallet and show it Clint. Is Bucky really showing Clint Steve’s cock?! He doesn’t know and it makes Steve squirm and blush.

Clint? Clint licks his lips as his eyes shoot over to Steve.

And then they all take edibles and fuck lol

I couldn't stop thinking about this during my commute today. Like, there's something about this. I'll admit I was thinking about it in a less smutty way and more like crack-treated-seriously, though. I still very much like the idea, don't get me wrong!

So, Bucky demands that Steve draw a self-portrait... of his dick. For him. And Steve grumbles a little about it. First of all, he's embarrassed by the thought of anyone knowing he's spent a few hours by himself staring at his dick, trying to capture it on paper. There's something about it that makes heat rise on the back of his neck. It's sounds so self-absorbed. Second, his stubborn streak rears its head when he snips back that he is not going to spend so much time drawing something for Bucky just for him to ruin it with his jizz, jerking off with it in-hand.

Bucky scoffs, he has respect for the arts! Especially Steve's arts! He's not gonna jerk off over it. It's just a reminder. Like the pictures he never got to have of Steve when he was deployed before Steve (thanks, homophobia). If it would make Steve feel better, though, he smiles smugly, he could frame it.

The heat over the back of Steve's neck spreads upward over his cheeks. Yeah, okay, not that. Whatever else, just no frames. The only thing worse than anyone stumbling upon the information would be seeing the evidence.

It's not until after Steve's handed it over that it occurs to Steve that, hey, wait--why do you need a reminder? You know you can have a look (or a feel 😏) whenever you want, right?

Bucky is all too happy to take him up on that offer, pleased as punch to have both a drawing and an invitation presented on a silver platter 😈 poor Stevie, lmao. The blackmail is just piling up, isn't it? Haha

[faerietea]

welcome to strawberry ranch 🍓🌿🍓🌿 ↳ og shell by carinabeth on the gallery

[bieurekabarnes]

A thought I had: I imagine that after the snap, everybody was alone. Like, I just imagine that the space they went to after was vast and no one really knew where anyone else was.

So, imagine, Sam was alone when he got dusted. He wakes up in that space and there’s not another soul for miles. After a few minutes of despair, as one should have, he gets up and starts walking.

He doesn’t even know where he’s walking to, or who he’ll run into, but part way through (I don’t believe there were nights/days so it’s all just one large day) he starts to feel this tug in his gut.

(A young, young part of him thinks of his Titi and how she’d tell stories of a red string of fate, always leading you to your “one”, no matter how twisted or knotted it is.)

He follows this gut tug, hoping beyond hope that it leads him to someone, anyone, at this point because he’s been alone for days? Weeks? He doesn’t understand time here.

Next thing he knows, he sees a shadow in the distance. More of a silhouette. Either way, the more it became clearer, the more Sam realized, it was a person!

So, naturally, he speeds up his pace a little more, but he also makes sure he keeps his wits about him the closer they get.

Now, imagine, the relief that washes over Sam, the way his shoulders drop, and tears almost come to his eyes as he sees a shiny glint towards the left side of the person.

Imagine the warm feeling in his chest as he gets closer and sees the medium length brown hair that desperately needs to be cut, but he won’t say anything because it does look good.

Imagine how his knees must get weak as Bucky realizes it’s Sam and starts running faster towards Sam. They narrowly miss tumbling to the ground as they embrace.

They have a heartfelt reunion and Sam realizes, as he stands next to Bucky, looking out at the orange horizon, that even if they don’t find another single person in this expansive place, he has Bucky.

And that’s all that he could need for now.

[the-babygirl-polls]

Troy Barnes - Community

Propaganda:

Troy is the biggest silliest babygirl out there, he’s not really smart but he’s really kind and caring of his friends. The group actively protects Troy and Abeds friendship. Troy has a profound relationship with everyone in the group. He saw a dead person and was super traumatized by it but when he found out the dead person made a mixtape he called them a gangster

Other Additions:

He’s just the babiest girl ever

[atlas-the-bastard]

Not me falling in love with another dark haired, gay as hell, traumatised, sassy/sarcastic/dramatic fictional boy who only wears black clothes.

[eatingstringcheese]

debating doing kinktober this year....

[blessyouhawkeye]

killing the darkling was a smart move because ben barnes attempts to do both archie renaux's brooding pining and paddy gibson's charismatic charm while managing to be less successful than both of them

[hermit-writes]

You Make Sense of the Devil

Summary

A ghost from the BAU past reappears and drags up unfinished business for Aaron Hotchner. The ripples are enough to call back missing team members and spread well beyond the circle of his influence.

Tags

James “Bucky” Barnes/Emily Prentiss

Timeline What Timeline, MCU fusion, Criminal Minds fusion, Implied Past Non-Con, liberties were taken with the legal system, Case Fic, International Fanworks Day 2023, No One Is Okay, canon typical trauma, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Excerpt

The team settles on the plane and even the tight quarters cannot mask how few they are. They’ve been whittled down to a functional core, but when it’s just them the masks slip. Reid still carries his sadness along with his chess board and all of Garcia’s extravagance in pink cannot hide that she is missing her heart.

“What’s so urgent that it couldn’t wait until the morning briefing?” Rossi asks. There’s no bite in the words and he leaves plenty of space for friendly ribbing about being interrupted mid-cookery or other activities.

Hotch doesn’t take the bait.

“New York Metro police has a string of daytime murders they want us to look into. 22 caliber bullets. On the stroke of noon.”

Reid sits up. “Did they find the tarot card?”

Somewhere in that big brain of his, those two pieces of information were enough to bring back the case, complete with notes, observations, profiles and the things they withheld from the press. Things it took four bodies for the local LEOs to string together.

“They did, but it seems to be a different card. No one made the connection until tonight. The New York field office called me as soon as Metro contacted them. DHS is also inbound.”

“That’s a whole lot of three letter acronyms throwing weight around.”

“No kidding.” Hotch pulls the handful of manilla folder from his bag. He hands out the crisp new copies, but keeps the slightly yellowed original from 2008. “Rossi, I want you at Federal Plaza. We need to make sure information gets shared. We won’t have time for glory hounding.”

“Shouldn’t you be the one liaising?”

“I—” Hotch stops, reflexively touches his left ear. It’s still tender in the pressurized cabin. “I would rather not,” he says at last.

“Understood.” Rossi nods in reassurance. “I’ll take Reid with me.”

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[dailypolnareff]

Patio - Roof Extensions

[coralsgrimes]

Benny Boy challenging Florence Foster Jenkins at the Troubadour open mic night | part x

[pseuddamntired]

Excellent excellent photo. Not sure if I like the misalignment of the top cat or not.

Like, come on, tuxedo cat, just a little to the left. C’mon, c’mon!

Barn cats wash themselves on a fence, New Jersey, 1982 - by Walter Chandoha (1920 - 2019), American

[hermit-writes]

You Make Sense of the Devil

Summary

A ghost from the BAU past reappears and drags up unfinished business for Aaron Hotchner. The ripples are enough to call back missing team members and spread well beyond the circle of his influence.

Tags

James “Bucky” Barnes/Emily Prentiss

Timeline What Timeline, MCU fusion, Criminal Minds fusion, Implied Past Non-Con, liberties were taken with the legal system, Case Fic, International Fanworks Day 2023, No One Is Okay, canon typical trauma, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Excerpt

The hand of the watch stuttered as it ticked forward. Of course it did. The cheap, quartz-driven mechanism wasn’t up to the degree of atomic precision the Mission deserved. The watches had been bought in bulk from overseas two corporate shell-games ago. Untraceable, carrying no zombie-link to snitch on them and expose their location. There would be time for that later. Much later. He wondered if he would be there to witness it. A selfish wish.

“Head down, shoulders up. Don’t fidget. Don’t draw attention. You’re no-one. You are everyone. You’re the City. You belong where they don’t.”

The gun in his hand is heavy. As carefully coated in anonymity as the rest of him, it was small, disposable. Heavy. As the seconds tick the implications piled up, a leaded drape of doubts. Weakness. Too late now.

The stroke of noon echoed in tandem with the crack of his gun. One bullet. One dead.

Make them feel it.

We’re here.

---

“Yes. Are you sure?”

Hotch hears the thin electronic voice through the government-approved landline. But he’s really listening to his own voice, saying these same words across a gulf of years. The desk under his fingers feels like bone instead of polished wood. Vertebrae doused with arterial bleed, desperation and the screaming din of smoke in air.

“We’re on our way.”

Compartmentalizing. Part of himself takes notes, grabs his go bag from its transient home beneath his desk. The mountain of paperwork will await another night, to be brought home while Jack sleeps. While Jack talks about his day at school and of all the bright things out in his world, where sometimes his Dad can follow but never, quite, Hotch.

Phone trees ring into the night, calling back the team, to rip them from the shreds of their lives. again. Hotch walks down to the file storage. There was one more thing he needed before the flight.

The other parts of Aaron Hotchner walk along the sour-coffee and ink ghost of Jason Gideon, and the raw burnt edges of Elle’s memory, along with all those he’d lost to this unit before. All those who got away.

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