#happy birthday @nerdy-bookworm-1998

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The Birthday Cake

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Wordcount: 1630

Warnings: some cursing and just fluff

A/N: This is for @nerdy-bookworm-1998

Happy Birthday, sweets! I hope you’re having a wonderful day! This is just a little pressie but I really hope you enjoy it! ❤

To everyone reading this; comments and/or reblogs would be greatly appreciated! I’m not a regular fic writer so I hope this turned out well 😊

This wasn’t beta read so all mistakes are my own.

With a bright smile and your hands full of bags - that contained some things you had still needed for your birthday party and a little treat in form of a new outfit for later - you were making your way home.

You had been to the hairstylist for some new colour and a new haircut. So you had used the opportunity of being in the business area to do some shopping.

You bought some decorative items and had enough time to go and buy a pretty top, some new perfectly fitting pants, and new heels.

You had wanted those heels quite a while but they were a little expensive. Today you had thought “So what? It’s my birthday!” and had just bought them. You had to treat yourself good on your birthday, right?

You had felt amazing when trying on the new outfit and couldn’t wait to wear it later. You also had a feeling that your boyfriend would like it just as much as you did. After all it complimented you just perfectly and with your new freshly styled hair you felt like a fresh morning. Ready to start a new year of your life.

 As you reached your home you started to fish around for your keys in your handbag. The shopping bags were rustling and the keys were jingling in your handbag but you could have sworn that you had heard something that sounded very much like your boyfriend cursing behind your door. Your smile faltered for a second as you wondered what the hell was going on inside. The keys finally found their way into your hand and you quickly unlocked the door and walked in.

“Shit, shit, shit”, you heard the deep voice coming from the kitchen as the biting smell of smoke hit your nose.

You dropped the bags and rushed to the kitchen. The first thing you noticed was the thick grey smoke and then you saw the glinting metal of Bucky’s arm. With a kitchen towel in hand he was trying to do his best impression of a fan to get the smoke out of the wide open window.

“Bucky?” you asked to get his attention. He whirled around to you, his supersoldier senses apparently caught up with whatever was going on here before you arrived.

“Hey doll,” he said in between two coughs.

“What happened?” you asked while you stepped further into the smoke to start the kitchen hood. Maybe that would help to get the thick grey clouds out of the room.

“Errrm”, he looked around as if he would find the answers somewhere in the room.

“I maybe tried to bake you a birthday cake”, he admitted with an almost shy smile. You took a closer look at him.

His black t-shirt was dusted with the white powdery leftovers of flour and on his left arm was some dried cake dough. The dark stubble on his cheeks also looked like it was suddenly turning white. And on his grey sweatpants were some blurred handprints that obviously were made of flour and cocoa powder.

With the slightly embarrassed expression on his face and the kitchen towel that whirled around him he looked adorable. But it was still too funny to see the super skilled, absolutely lethal and ridiculously attractive Avenger defeated by the attempt to bake a cake. You just had to laugh.

In the time that you had been dating Bucky he had made you breakfast and even dinner. He was a great cook and enjoyed trying out new recipes together with you. Somehow you had never baked together, though. You hadn’t thought about that until now but with him standing in the middle of the smoke, all messed up, and the smell of burned cake filling your home you thought that maybe this was the one thing Bucky Barnes hadn’t mastered yet.

“So what exactly went wrong?” you wanted to know. Still somehow laughing although the smoke started to burn in your throat.

“I’m not quite sure”, he shrugged his right shoulder, while still spinning the kitchen towel around in his left hand. “I’m sorry, doll. I wanted to surprise you with something sweet and not with a smelly kitchen.”

He looked as if he was mad at himself. His brows were drawn together and his mouth was a tight line.

“It’s alright, Buck!” you smiled at him while stepping right in front of him and wiping the flour from his cheeks. “I already baked a cake. It’s sitting in my mum’s fridge. I’ll pick it up later.”

Somehow he didn’t look satisfied with your answer.

“I know, but this one was supposed to be just for the two of us”, he now wrapped his right arm around you and pulled you closer. “I thought we maybe take some time for us before your party tonight. It’s only midday, there would have been plenty of time to get comfy on the sofa and just enjoy ourselves with a nice piece of cake.”

He leaned down and nudged your nose with his. You tilted your head up and gave him a light kiss before answering.

“That was a great idea and thank you” you kissed him again before looking up into his beautiful pale eyes that still seemed to be disappointed. “Maybe we could still just spend some time before the party? Watch a movie or just cuddle up on the sofa?” you offered. Even though he wasn’t particularly happy about his work you were still amused and a little more in love with him than you had anyway already been. If that was even possible.

But how many women could say they had a man like Bucky Barnes, who also tried to bake them a cake? Who also looked so adorable while failing at the task?

“Whatever you want, doll”, was his soft reply. “What if I take you out for lunch instead? I just have to clean the kitchen and myself up.” He pointed at the mess on the counter, that you hadn’t paid any attention yet. Among all the bowls and the cake pans with the black coal, that once could have been a cake, sat a big bowl with something in it, which suspiciously looked like chocolate frosting.

“What’s that?” you indicated at that one filled bowl.

“That’s the frosting. I think that turned out alright but as the cake is lost I’ll just throw it away along with the rest.” He sighed and picked up the baking pan. “I also have to get you a new one of these. This thing has been through some shit that can’t be undone anymore.”

You had to laugh again. That baking pan was really lost. Somehow it seemed to have burned edges itself. You had no idea how that could even happen.

You stopped laughing as you realised that Bucky wanted to throw away perfectly fine frosting. Stepping away from him you went to the counter and dipped your finger into the creamy chocolate goodness to try it. As soon as the frosting touched your tongue you sighed in bliss. This frosting came right out of some chocolate wonderland.

“You’re not throwing this away, Bucky”, you said sternly.

“Why? We don’t have anything to put it on”, he argued.

“Just give me a spoon. This frosting is heavenly and doesn’t need a cake.” You were already picking up the bowl to make your way to the living room with it.

Now Bucky was laughing. He dropped the kitchen towel, the air anyway was much clearer by now, and stepped into your path.

“I maybe have a better idea than the spoon”, he winked at you.

“And what idea would that be?” you wanted to know.

“Why don’t you just hold on to that bowl?” was his only answer as he swiftly picked you up. With a squeal you clutched the bowl and Bucky just chuckled.

With your legs in his left arm and his right one wrapped tightly around your back he carried you out of the kitchen and brought you to the sofa.

Just before he dropped you he looked at you as if he just noticed something.

“Is that a new hairstyle?”

“Yep, it is”, you nodded happily. He smiled and just looked at you.

“I like it. It suits you, doll.” Right after he had complimented you a small frown crawled back into his handsome face. You were just starting to worry if he didn’t like something when he spoke again.

“That means I shouldn’t mess it up, right?” A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“If possible, that would be good”, you smiled back.

He put you down on the sofa and before you knew what was going on Bucky dipped his right index finger into the bowl and dappled a chocolaty dollop of frosting onto your nose. For a second you had no idea how to react but as you looked at his cheeky smile you just had laugh again.

“Why did you put it on my nose?”

“Because I thought it would look cute,” he answered simply. “Don’t worry I’m planning to clean you up again”, he grinned.

“But I think I still owe you a little something for your birthday and I’ll do my best to not mess up your hair”, his voice had suddenly become a little darker and you noticed the heat rising in your cheeks while a giggle escaped from your lips.

Bucky leaned down to you and kissed the dollop of frosting off of your nose. While another laugh washed over you Bucky put the bowl away and leaned down again.

Right before his lips touched yours he whispered and you could feel his warm chocolaty breath on your mouth.

“Happy Birthday, doll.”

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Thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed it!

[nowandajenn]

Hard To Get

Pairng: Chris Evans x reader

Warnings: None, except for Chris being doggedly persistent lol

Chris watches as you and a group of your best friends come into the bar, laughing and joking, arms slung over each other’s shoulders. 

“Hey, Mike! How are ya?” one of the girls calls out, smiling ear to ear. 

“Better than some, worse than others….” Mike, the owner says. 

“Annoyed by all!” you both say in unison, laughing. 

Mike turns to the server, a young guy in his late 20s who’s only been working there for about two weeks. 

“You give this girl whatever she wants tonight, on the house. It’s her birthday.” he says. 

You step forward and press a big kiss to his cheek and throw your arms around him. 

“You’re the best!” you exclaim. 

Chris doesn’t know exactly what it is exactly that draws him in; if it’s your smile, or the way you laugh, or if it’s the mischevious twinkle in your eye, but all he knows is he wants more. 

45 minutes later, Chris is watching as you’re bent over the pool table in the corner, trying to find the perfect angle to take your shot. You’re not dressed to the nines or anything, but you make a pair of skinny jeans that make your ass pop, and a purple sequined halter top that affords him a nice view of your cleavage look like the most amazing outfit in the world.

“Would you just go over and talk to her already?” Josh asks him.

“I’m working up to it.” Chris says defensively. 

“Well, you better hurry it up before this place closes and you lose your chance forever.”

“Not forever. She obviously comes in here a lot. She seems like she knows the owner pretty well.”

“Yeah, but knowing your luck, you won’t be back in town for months, and by that time, she might be coming in with a new boyfriend. So just shoot your shot already.” 

“You’re a real dick, you know that?”

Josh just smirks. 

You sit down at the bar to take a break from dancing and to order some wings and more drinks for you and your friends. After a spectacularly shitty week that saw you passed over for a promotion that you deserved and being stood up by a blind date (never again), spending your birthday out with your best girlfriends is the perfect way to unwind and forget about it all. 

You’re waiting for your food and sipping your beer when a guy who looks remarkably like Chris Evans sits down next to you. 

“Hey, can I get a Stella?” he asks the bartender. He nods and gets the beer from the cooler and then pops the top and sets it in front of him. 

“Cheers.” he says. You flash him a smile and touch your bottle of Sam Adams to his beer before you both take a drink. 

“So, I heard it’s your birthday.” he says. 

You laugh and look down at your watch. 

“Only for another half an hour, technically.” you tell him. 

“It’s my birthday too.” 

“No kidding?” you ask. 

“Nope. 39.” 

You laugh. “Prove it.”

He pulls out his ID, holding his thumb over the address as you scan it. 

Holy shit, this IS Chris Evans!!

Your eyes settle on the date of birth, and sure enough, it’s June 13th, 1981. 

“Well, happy birthday to us.” you say with a grin, and you clink your bottle against his once more. 

“Did you want to dance?” Chris asks. 

“Oh…..I…..” you turn around and look towards where your friends are congregated. 

“I’m really flattered, I am, but I don’t want to be an asshole and bail on my friends, you know?” 

You feel bad immediately when you see his face fall slightly. 

“It’s okay. I understand. You should go have fun. You’re only young once.” he tells me. 

You apologize once more before slipping off the barstool and heading back to your friends.

2am finds you outside, sweaty and needing some fresh air after dancing your ass off without taking a break. 

You’re just about to light your cigarette when you hear a voice coming from your left side. 

“Can I bum a smoke?” 

You almost drop your lighter; you really thought you were the only one out here.

“Jesus Christ, make a noise!” you say, holding your hand over your heart. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Chris says. 

You fish your pack out of your purse and pull out a cigarette and hand it to Chris and then hand him your lighter. 

“You smoke but you don’t carry cigarettes?” you ask. 

“I’m more of a social smoker. I try not to make it a habit.” he explains. 

You make small talk as you smoke, and you laugh at his cheesy dad jokes. He really is cute and funny and charming, but you’re really not looking for anything right now. Especially not with someone famous. You can only imagine what a headache THAT must be. 

“So, you ready to dance with me now?” he asks, smirking. 

You laugh. “My God, you are tenacious as hell.” 

He shrugs. “Well, I didn’t get this far in life by being shy and keeping quiet. I don’t know what it is….but I saw you and my heart just kind of skipped. I know that sounds so stupid and cliche’, but something just drew me to you.” he says. 

You sigh. 

“Can I be really honest with you?” you ask. 

He nods. 

“I’m coming off of a really shitty week. Actually, it’s been a pretty shitty year. It’s kind of just been a string of disappointments all in a row. And I promised myself that I would start off 35 the right way. I’m going to find a new job, I’m not going to get wrapped up in guys and their bullshit. I’ve spent way too much time focused on other people and their happiness, that I’ve completely ignored my own. I like you. I really do, but I’m just not looking to fall into the same habits. It’s nothing against you. It’s just the fact that I’ve been burned one too many times and I’m kinda over it.” 

“I get it. Honestly, I do. Trust me, I’ve been where you are now. It’s exhausting being hurt so many times.” he says. 

Before you can say anything else, he gives you a beautiful smile before stubbing out his cigarette and turning to go back inside. 

Again, you feel like an asshole. 

About thirty minutes before last call, all hell breaks loose. Your friends have all decided to call it a night, citing early mornings and needing to relieve babysitters as reasons for bailing, but you’ve decided to stick around a little longer. 

A group of really drunk dudes have decided to throw down and you’re just desperately trying not to get in the way. You don’t feel like being smooshed to death by one of the assholes. 

A beer bottle gets thrown your way, and before you can even wince or make a move, you’re hitting the floor and there’s a huge weight on top of you. You crack one eye open to see what’s happening, to find Chris on top of you. 

“Hi.” you breathe out. 

“Hi. Sorry. I saw that bottle headed your way, and I just kind of….”

“Decided to throw yourself on me?” you ask, laughing. 

He looks down, between himself and you and shrugs. 

“Pretty much, yeah.” 

By the time you both get up off the floor, the fight has broken up, and the offending parties have been escorted out. 

“Thank you. For saving me from death by beer bottle.” you tell him. 

“I don’t think it would have been THAT bad, honestly.” he chuckles. 

“Still….thank you.”

You don’t know what comes over you, but you raise up on your toes and press a soft kiss to Chris’ lips. 

The two of you just stand there for a moment, staring at each other, trying to process exactly what just happened. 

“I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t-”

You don’t get a chance to finish because Chris wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer before pressing his lips against yours, and kissing you soundly. 

By the time you break apart for air, they’re calling last call, and you’re trying to get the oxygen back to your brain. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” 

You nod. “Mmmhmm. Yeah. I do.” 

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It’s a New Year, Friends

It’s about 2 am on the first of January, 2021, and I figured I’d make a little recap post like I do every year.

2020 was fucked up. I think we can all admit that. I remember thinking ECCC getting moved was gonna fuck up my entire year, but that would be the only thing that would really change. As it turns out, I was wrong! I wound up working from home 9/12 months and being stuck inside. I didn’t get to see my best friend this year and any plans that could’ve been made were completely out of the question. With COVID and all of the  natural disasters and the death and political uproar, 2020 was absolute fucking garbage. I’m more than ready to just leave it behind me.

But, that’s not to say that nothing good happened in 2020.

I went to Powell’s for the first time at the beginning of the year. I went to the aquarium on my birthday and made some wonderful friends, too. I finished Broken Flock, which had been in the works for two years prior to posting the first chapter. I’ve written more than 200 pages since lockdown started, which is probably a new personal record. I got a cat! And she’s already grown so much in the two weeks we’ve had her. On top of all that, I started a writing workshop for a discord server I’m in. (It’s open to everyone, hmu if you’re interested in joining!)

And all of that said, I want to say a few thank-you’s.

Thank you to @druid-soraka, @grffnmcelroy, @flopper289, @egirl-vrissy, @liaamari17, @lady-thor-foster, and @gaytonystark for keeping me sane. You’re some of my closest friends and I adore all of you. I’m not so sure that I’m excited about the new year, but I’m a little less scared knowing that we’re in it together.

To @thinkwritexpress-official, @carryonmyswansong, @sheinthatfandom, and Heather (who doesn’t use tumblr) for always gassing me up and supporting my weird ass ideas and tolerating my rambling I wouldn’t get half the writing done that I do without you lending an ear or an eye.

To @howdoesoneadult, @avengerscompound, @nerdy-bookworm-1998, @feelmyroarrrr, @breezy1415,  @cattfeine​, @queenoftheunderdark​, and to new and old followers alike. I don’t get a lot of consistent interaction, at least not like I did when I first started writing fic five years ago. You have no idea (or maybe you do, idk) the kind of impact your comments and reblogs have on me and on my content. It legitimately keeps me going and I look forward to reading comments and tags every single time I post something new.

Thank you, everyone, for making 2020 suck a little less than it could’ve. I refuse to make any kind of hard set resolutions in 2021 because my 2020 resolutions got completely fucked up, but I will make suggestions to all of you. Please, spend time on the people that you love, and please make sure that one of those people is yourself. You deserve kindness and gentleness, especially from yourself. Lets try to move forward into a kinder year than the one we had before and actively work to make things better.

Happy new year, guys. Let’s do what we can to make it a little better than what we had last time.

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I Can Do This All Day

Prompt: 4. “I cAn Do tHis aLL dAy”

Summary: You knew Steve’s favorite line and you keep trying to pinpoint when he says it and why, leading you to go down memory lane.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: cursing, slight implied smut, gun/gunshots, so much FLUFF

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: This is for @honeyvbarnes​ birthday writing challenge. Happy Birthday booski!!!! Sorry this is later than when expected, things started piling up. I hope you enjoy it! Also shoutout to @this-kitten-is-smitten​ for beta reading, thanks again so so so sooooo much hun!! 

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Ever since Steve Rogers was that scrawny kid in Brooklyn, he’s said it. It started the first time he got his butt whooped behind a diner after a douchebag cat called a girl who was waiting tables. He got up, wiped the blood off his face, and said it. Then of course Bucky found him and well, the rest is history. 

Though it’s his favorite catch phrase, you noticed he only says it during specific times. And you can name each and everyone of them.

—

“Shit!” You yelled fighting off a few Hydra agents. It was supposed to be a simple mission, raid the base and extract some files, but of course it wasn’t empty and they had an ambush set up.

“Language!” You heard over the comms. But it wasn’t Rogers’ voice, rather the rest of the team.

“One time!” Steve yelled over the comms, the sound of his shield hitting people faint in the background.

“That’s all it takes Stevie,” you laughed, getting up from putting one in a choke hold. 

“Yeah yeah,” he faintly chuckled. “Alright Y/N and I are going to go extract the files, everyone else stay out here and cover us.” Steve yelled, meeting up with you at the entrance. You both ran and cleared out the floor. You started working your magic on the computer with the drive Tony gave you. Loud banging and gun shots could be heard getting closer to the room you both were in. 

You tried typing faster and were almost done when a few Hydra bastards blasted the door. Steve turned around covering both of you with his shield while they emptied their clips on you. He threw his shield and started fighting them off while you finished up.

“Got it!” You yelled, punching and shooting one in the face. You unplugged the drive and tucked it into a pocket in your belt. You looked up and saw the room was surrounded. Steve took off his helmet and handed you his shield. You gave him a puzzled look. 

“Boom,” he mouthed. You nodded, he meant there was going to be an explosion. You looked around the room and saw a window. With a smirk you nodded slightly at Steve. With raised fists he looked at the agents in the room before a huge smirk landed on his face. 

“I can do this all day.” Agents started running towards him and he was able to fight them off. He grabbed a grenade off one of them and tossed it to the middle of the group of agents. You shot the window and both of you ran towards it. He grabbed your waist as you both jumped out, the shield blocking the glass from coming into contact with your faces.

“Fuck!” You heard Tony yell over the comms, before you metal arms wrap around both of you. As carefully as he could, he lowered both of you to the ground. His grip slipped and you both fell, rolling to a stop. 

“Next time, let’s not jump out a window.” You chuckled looking at him.

—-

You never really knew exactly what would spark him to say it. Maybe it was because he saw something as a challenge, maybe he wanted to show his determination? Whatever it was, it always got you to smile.

—-

“Is that fine?” He asked you, blue eyes filled with nothing but love and worry. No matter how many times you, as he says it, ‘fondue’, he’s always worried he might hurt you. You found it adorable. 

“That’s perfect b-baby,” you sputtered as his mouth attached back to your heat. He may be shy and blushy but damn did he know what he was doing. He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. You made eye contact with him and he had that look.

“Darlin’ I can do this all day,” he winked before going back to work. That didn’t help the grin that made its way to your face.

—-

He told you it depends on the occasion but also the person. You chuckled at that. But then he told you he loves to say it around you, because you never stopped him.

—–

“What’s that mean Stevie?”

“Well,” he started, a soft smile on his face, “I don’t-I’m not really sure.” He giggled, that slight blush creeping up his neck. “I guess it’s cause I know you’ll support me no matter what? Probably that or I know you won’t question my motives.” You shared a laugh. But he was right.

—-

It was the big day, and you were so excited and extremely nervous. You breathed deeply while looking in the full body mirror in front of you. You weren’t one for self compliments but today, you really did look good. 

“Ready?” Nat asked from the doorway. You took one last deep breath before nodding. Everything was a bit of a haze between getting from the room to the altar because that’s just how anxious you truly were. All you knew was that you were now standing in front of the man you love. 

The world blurred as you stared into those crystal blue eyes in which you fell in love with. You said your vows and kissed. Things moved at a faster pace as you both walked hand in hand for pictures and got ready to head to the venue for the reception.

The pictures never stopped, the talking never stopped, the laughs and the ‘congratulations’ either. You ate and drank and had the best time of your life. The music slowed on the dance floor, the song you both choose booming through the speakers.

Steve gave you his charming smile and held his hand out for you which you gladly took. He led you to the dance floor, only the two of you were there. You were in complete bliss. He pulled you close and held you tight. 

“Those classes paid off,” he whispered in your ear. You chuckled and bit your lip to refrain from belching out a laugh.

“Guess they did,” you beamed back. You heard ‘awws’ and coos from your family and friends. You leaned your head against your now husband’s shoulder as he brought you in impossibly closer.

“I can do this all day.” He whispered into your hair.

——

Now that you think about it, he didn’t say it during specific times. He just said it when he wanted to, when he felt the need to. Every time you try to guess when he’ll say it, there’s a 50/50 chance you’re right or wrong. Maybe that’s why you loved hearing him say it so much. 

You had especially loved it when he would say it to your kids while they were playing when they were younger. Didn’t matter the game or time. When they would ask him if he can keep playing he’d tell them he ‘can do it all day.’

“Baby doll, are you good?” Steve waved a hand in front of your face, that same charming smile on his face. 

“Mhm, just got lost in my thoughts.” You smiled at him.

“Your thoughts huh? Must be a very interesting place.” He teased. “Remind me to wish to not be a mind reader.” 

“Stevie,” you rolled your eyes playfully, “it’s not such a bad place. It holds a lot of our precious memories.” You stared at him. You couldn’t believe it was already your 50th wedding anniversary. Everything felt like it was just yesterday. 

“I’m sure,” he hummed, “50 years honey. We’re old.” You laughed loudly at that. 

“No, just you.” 

“Hey darlin’,” he grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers.

“Yea babe?” You leaned closer to him.

“I can do this all day.” 

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Assassin For Hire 3

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: None in this chapter

A/N: Another series along the same line of Birthday Treat and Moving Parts

When you came out of the bathroom the next morning, Steve and Bucky were going over a table full of equipment. Cameras, distance microphones, tablet computers lay scattered among the copies of information provided by the little girl. More photos of the guy filled the television screen, his DMV photo, a booking photo and others.

“Is that a juvenile arrest file?” You stood at Bucky’s knee, running your fingers through his hair. “Are you accessing sealed files without authorization?”  

He pulled you down onto his knee for your teasing, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You going to tell on me, Doll?”

“Course not.” You pressed a kiss into his temple before looking over at Steve. “So, what’s the plan?”

“This guy is Michael Abruzzo. According to his file he goes by Snap.” Cap began. Bucky snorted. “Anyway, he’s been busted for stealing cars, and possession. Pretty much a thug, although his record is a couple years old. The associates on that list she provided indicates ties with drug rings and credit card theft. He may be a big fish in a little pond.”

“We still don’t see a tie to Sarah.” Bucky sighed. He pulled you a little closer, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. “Something in that kid really shook me, you know? Someone so young shouldn’t be so serious.”

“After today we’ll have a better idea what’s going on.” Steve briefly squeezed Buck’s shoulder. “You and I will go case Abruzzo. Sweetheart, I think you should go watch over Sarah.”

You pulled away from Bucky enough to pick up one of the tablets with Sarah’s picture. Her address, school, and family information scrolled over the screen. “I can do that.”

“I don’t think we should make ourselves known yet.” Bucky settled further back in the sofa, pulling you with him.  “We still don’t know if this is real or some sick game.”

“Agreed.” Steve got up to refill his coffee. “I’ve checked out a couple of cars from the compound fleet for us. We should get going soon.”

“Let’s keep in contact today, just to figure out when we’re all coming in.” Bucky’s hand rubbed the inside of your thigh. “I have that thing with Natasha tonight, right?”

“Yeah, night testing for the agent’s requalification certs.” You kissed his jaw. “You probably won’t be done until one or two in the morning. Long day.”

“No problem.” He kissed you back. “Besides, Stevie can let me nap in the car.”

“Oh, I can, can I?” Steve chuckled, coming closer again, his fingers combing through your hair.  

“Alight, let me up.” You tried to get out of Bucky’s lap. “Which stuff is for me? I’m going to get moving. I need to swing by and grab some popcorn.”

“What?” Bucky let you go a chuckled.  

“If I’m just sitting around and watching something all day, I need snacks.” You smiled.  

Steve laughed as he loaded a camera and other equipment in a backpack for you.  

You watched Sarah run out of the building hauling a backpack that looked as if it weighed as much as she did. Kids laughed and waved, heading to bus stops and family cars. She, however, darted between the SUVs and sedans to the edge of the parking lot. A bright green, lowered Civic opened its door. Music rolled out as the little girl hopped in.

Taking pictured with the high power camera, you read off the plate number. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. could you give me the details?”

Her voice sounded tinny coming from the speaker on the small tablet. “The license plate is registered to a 1984 Buick Regal owned by Caroline Jones, age 84.”  

“Stolen.” You sighed. “Can you enhance these pictures and get a good image of the driver?”

“Affirmative.”

“Good,” Transfer them to the file. “I’m following.”  

You followed the Civic to a nearby high school sports center. Sarah and a young man, definitely a teenager, got out. He carried a gym bag with a High School logo on it. He looked to be about Barton’s height and strong. His brown hair, hanging low over his eyes, did not hide the shiner on the left side.  

Mixing in with the crowd coming and going from the building, you discovered it was a wrestling match. The guy with Sarah made his way to the mats while she darted for the bleachers. You found a spot in the corner where you could easily watch. Thankfully, everyone held up their phones, so recording and not making eye contact seemed to be the way for the adults in the room.  

Sarah chatted with a woman for moment, but soon she left her backpack and began running. Seemingly just playing, she jumped from level to level among the seats and spectators. As you watched, her face went serious and she ducked under the bleachers.  

The small girl’s hands skillfully slipped between legs and into purses. She swiped credit cards against a little block box from her glittery Hello Kitty purse and returned them with no one being the wiser. The little one had quite the light fingers.  

You hung back and watched for a while. Sarah’s brother wrestled pretty well, but your experienced eye caught the fact that he favored his right side. There were likely more injuries than the black eye. A very haggard looking woman in hospital scrubs arrived midway through the match. She saw Sarah and her tired face brightened, changing her whole appearance.  

Sarah cuddled close to her mom, talking animatedly.  This child, bright and happy, looked nothing like the little thief sneaking under the bleachers. Bucky was right, this was not normal behavior for a young girl.  

From your car, you watched Sarah leave with her mom but you decided to follow the brother.  You dialed Bucky’s phone.  Steve answered. “Well, we can tell Buck the little girl is swiping card info.”

“Disappointing.” Steve sighed.  

“I’m going to follow her brother. He driving a hyped up street racer with stolen plates. I’m not sure, Steve, he may have taken a beating recently. It could be from wrestling, but that’s not what my gut is telling me.”

“Be safe, Sweetheart.”

“Steve,” You chuckled. “I’m casing a teenager, not a Hydra assault unit.”

“Hey, I don’t care if your following Morgan through the compound. I’m always going to want my best girl to be safe.”

“Steve,” You grinned. “You are such a sap.”

“But you love me.”

“I do.” You listened to his chuckle. “Where’s Buck?”

“He’s on the roof of the building checking things out.”

“Through a sniper scope.” You laughed.

He huffed.

“Oh my god! He is! Isn’t he?!” You gasped. “Bucky is up there with his rifle.”  

Steve replied, tone dry. “He promised not to shoot anyone.”  

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[the-omni-princess]

Goat Choas

Author: @the-omni-princess​

Summary: Wakanda can be home for you, Bucky, and a few dozen baby goats.

Word Count: Tis only a drabble of 400ish words

Prompt: A small herd of baby miniature goats ran out of the elevator and It felt like coming home.  

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Reader

Warnings: nothing but some fluff and some goats, oh and not really a warning but reader has a protective hairstyle in (beaded braids specifically)

A/N:

For @notyetneedcoffee​​ ‘s #NeedCoffees2k (Super sorry its late!) Prompts are bolded!

And huge thanks to @marvelmaree​ for helping me with this lil drabble

Me? Posting on my birthday? wild

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You thought today would be a normal, calm day at the palace in Wakanda. You were very incorrect. Just as you and Shuri were finishing up with your work for the day, a small herd of baby miniature goats ran out of the elevator. They were very closely followed by a one-armed Bucky, who looked very frazzled as he tried to corral the goats, who of course, ignored him completely. One of the goats, Snowball, your secret favorite, ran straight for you. You couldn’t help but laugh, picking up the little white-furred menace.

“Having issues, Barnes?” You teased, the goats happily circling you.

He gave you a bashful smile, “They wouldn’t listen to me and before I knew it, they were all in the elevator.”

“It’s cute, they know I’m their favorite,” you teased, grinning back at him as you held Snowball close.

“What are all these goats doing in my lab?” A frazzled Shuri sounded off not too far off behind you.

“Sorry!” Bucky called out, going back to attempting to corner the goats again.

You couldn’t help but laugh as one of the smaller frail ones jumped right over him as he crouched to grab it. “Poor baby,” you cooed, a few of the babies settling near you as you sat down on the ground, the frail goat laying down just beside you.

“Traitors,” Bucky just sighed, tired and unamused by the goats.

Shuri walked towards the two of you, a brown and white-furred goat in her arms. “What have I told you two about adopting goats? Keep them out of my lab, it was sanitary.” She handed the goat to a red-faced Bucky. “You are lucky you’re cute, Sergeant Barnes,” she exhaled softly, looking around, mildly horrified albeit, to see the herd of goats intruding her workspace. “Y/n, watch your braids, one of the goats thinks the beads are food.”

Sure enough, you looked down to see the frail goat nuzzling your braids. You carefully pulled them away from its general vicinity before looking up again towards Bucky. “Any more adopted goats I should worry about?”

“That’s just Steve, he’s a troublemaker, but no. No more goats. I promise, Sweetheart,” he grinned, and you couldn’t really be mad at him, not truly. Over the past few months, as you’ve gotten to know Bucky, the real Bucky, flawed but healing, you easily fell in love with his charm and jokes. Now, surrounded by way too many baby goats and a frazzled Bucky, it felt right. It felt like coming home.  

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[pegasusdragontiger]

I Still…

*NOT MY IMAGE* 

Backstreets Back Challenge Fic here is my entry @thefanficfaerie wishing you a Happy Birthday!! <3 

To @unicorns-and-fairy-dust for editing I have no words other than I love you so much and thank you as I know you are very busy! <3 P.s. If you want to listen to the song whilst reading this fic although it may need to be on loop! For the full experience! You may need tissues 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: Small Angst, Angst, Possible tissues needed?

Summary: Steve Rogers needs to make a decision. (I so suck at these!)

Coming home from tough, hard-won mission dirt tired, and exhausted from the emotional toll it took on his body. Steve walked closer to your room his hair longer than he normally would have worn it; He looked haggard and wild with his beard unkempt and ungroomed. His eyes looked tired and exhausted from the stress. It was only recently that he had plucked up the courage to propose, after 3 years of dating. A simple candlelight dinner which he made from scratch and had warmed your heart. Remembering these special moments brought a smile to his face, he approached the door to your room sluggishly and placed his hand on the palm reader to enter the room.

It felt like he had been doused with a bucket of ice.

The words that were said in fear, sadness, and anger. He was going on missions less and less, only on the really big missions was he asked to join the Avengers to take on the big fights as to spend more and more time with you. Which you understood knowing he was Steve Rogers first but he was also a Soldier and is it’s ingrained in him to fight the good fight, to protect the people that can’t protect themselves. For some reason, this time was no different. It was not long after getting the text about another mission he told you and your reaction was different, no warm hug or smile, no hug or kiss for good luck. You’d sighed and said "This is all it will be! Spending time together and then you being called in, to leave and fight and to go for days, weeks, or months on end with the fear of not hearing from you, no message, not knowing if you would be coming home this time! Or... Would this be the last time?'

He did everything to reassure you that he was coming back it would be 2 days tops! No more than 3 at the most. Remembering how distraught you had become, the tears of fear and anger pouring down your face, the sobs in between the yelling. Until he said he had to go, that they would take this up again when he got back. By then you had turned your back on him and said "whatever". He’d left with his bag over his right shoulder and looking at you with such heartache, “I love you! I’ll see you soon!” the only response he’d got was the sobbing from the bedroom. Heavy hearted he’d left to meet up on the Quinjet with the rest of the gang.

It felt like it was yesterday when he’d gotten back home, two days as promised, and found you gone; all of your clothes and items cleaned out. The only thing left behind was the engagement ring left alone on the kitchen table with a note explaining that you thought you could do this! Be supportive and understanding his job, protecting the people. And realizing that deep down you couldn’t anymore that you loved him but this was for the best.

The shock and despair hit him, hands trembling holding the note and the ring in his palm, both being hit by the tears streaming down his face. He didn’t even know he was sobbing till his shoulder was grab and turned around by Bucky who looked at him with worry. Faintly hearing his voice as a dulled background noise, his gaze readjusting to see Bucky’s lips move. The note was torn from his hands as they read it silently then the hug that came after.

Six months later, hand paused over the panel, placing his palm down and the beep and the green light flicker on the pad, the door clicked open. The apartment was still bear other than his clothes in his side of the closet. Six months of looking and trying to find you, despite what his teammates telling him, 'it’s been six months maybe she doesn’t want to see you, hear from you.' 'Maybe.... Maybe it’s time to move on let her go' But he couldn’t clenching his fist’s and trying to hold back the tears as he thought of that day and the days after, the endless yearning, the need to hold you, touch you, the laughs and the smiles! It still hurt too much. The first thing he did when he put his bag on the couch removed his phone from his pocket seeing the texts and the calls he sent you. Opening up the messages finding your name tapping it seeing yesterday's text message. Sitting down next to his bag he turned the radio on and picked a channel, meanwhile he began typing out a message, that he loved you, missed you and to please let him know that you were safe! Hearing a knock on the door and opening to have Bucky poke his head in looking worried asking if he wanted to join them downstairs for Avengers Bowling “No not tonight maybe some other time!” Bucky implored him to join them as this stress, worrying and not eating wasn’t doing anyone any good! Getting no response Bucky left with a huff, the door shutting itself, looking to the wall next to the kitchen and seeing the photo snaps of their life together from their first date till just after their engagement to six months ago; the smiles, laughs and looks of adoring never ending love! Covering his face with his hands he'd not realized his beard had grown long and unruly, his hair long and unkempt. Before the sobs took over.

Trying to gather himself under control he went to go have a shower, when as he was approaching the bedroom it hit him out of nowhere; recalling a conversation they had two years into their relationship if they could go anywhere in the world, to unwind where would they go?

Quickly changing clothes grabbing his wallet and keys, bolting out of the apartment. Running down the corridor yelling at F.R.I.D.A.Y. to get the Quinjet ready, past his teammates nearly crashing into them as he headed for the second Quinjet that was always in standby for emergencies. Ignoring the shouting from the team asking where he was going in such a hurry. F.R.I.D.A.Y. just barely got the door open in time before he barreled through, speeding up to get to the ramp and hitting the close button frantically, doing the flight checks and typing in the coordinates for his destination, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to get the jet ready and some music to accompany him on the long journey! *music starts to play that seemed fitting for the journey and fitting of this situation*  buckling himself in his seat, asking her to let the team know what he may or may not be back by tomorrow for movie night. As F.R.I.D.A.Y. confirmed that the jet was ready for take off he launched into the sky heading to where he hoped you’d be in his mind your words telling him where you could possibly be? Placing his left hand over his chest pocket feeling the engagement ring pushing against his hand and chest hoping against hope you were there as he didn’t know what he would do after this if you weren’t!

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[bookscoffeeandracoons]

Happy Birthday to my bestie!

@nerdy-bookworm-1998 I wish you just the very best for the next year of your life! I wish you that happiness, love, health and success will come to you in abundance!

Sending you lots of love and hugs! Have a fabulous day, sweets! 💜🤗

[jewels2876]

Decisions, Decisions - Drabble

Happy Birthday @cevansgirl !

Also filling my Movie Night square for @marvelfluffbingo

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 341

Warnings - FLUFF

“Why do I have to choose?” he whined, shooting you his best puppy dog eyes. “I trust you.”

You rolled your eyes and snickered. “Seriously? The last time you pouted the ENTIRE time, and swore that I would never be allowed to pick again.”

He batted his eyelashes at you. Damn him and his thick beautiful lashes that framed his pretty blue eyes! He knew what they did to you and he used them to his advantage constantly. “Babe, please? I really do trust you.”

You pretended to think for a moment which earned you a groan. “Fine,” you sighed with a smirk. “But I don’t wanna hear a peep out of you, okay?”

Chris rewarded you with a warm kiss and a lop-sided grin. “Promise! Ok hold on, give me three minutes and I’ll be ready!” He jogged into the kitchen and opened the microwave door.

“I want wine with mine please!” you called back to him.

FIVE MINUTES LATER

Chris wrapped his left arm around your waist, pulling you against him and resting the popcorn bowl between the two of you as the opening scene began. He started to whisper in your ear, but you waved your right hand as you gripped your wine glass in your left. “Chris, I swear…”

He placed a soft kiss just below your ear. You sighed and snuggled into him. “I’m sorry, but you’re just so tempting when you’re this close.” He kissed your neck and you groaned.

“Chris it was YOUR IDEA to watch a movie!” you whispered. “Come on, can we get through just one movie at home?”  You tilted your head up to give him your own puppy dog eyes.

“Fine,” he grinned as he pulled you back against him. “Just one last thing: why’d ya have to pick THIS movie?”

“Because I love you,” you rolled your eyes and settled against his chest. The dog Max was barking and men were still singing on the boat. You both sunk back into the couch, content to watch The Little Mermaid.

FIN

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[bookscoffeeandracoons]

I was tagged by the wonderful @bitsandbobsandstuff! Thank you for the tag and for thinking of me! 

I wish you a belated happy birthday! I hope you had a great birthday and enjoyed yourself! 🎂❤️

Nicknames: Ana, Annie and for some reason a lot of people in my family and some older friends call me doll (Püppchen, Puppilein in german or Muñeca in spanish)

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Height: 5′3

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor 

Last thing I googled: The Emu war in Australia (I’m still laughing!) 😂

Song stuck in my head: since a long car ride with my brother 2 weeks ago i’ve got Blink 182′s Not Now stuck in my head.

Fav musicians: Mostly Rock but from everything a little bit. Blink 182, Nirvana, Foo Fighters, The Clash, The Who, Rolling Stones, AC/DC, Theory of a Deadman, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Queen and so many more. I also love Ella Fitzgeralt. I sometimes listen to pop music and hip hop, too. And my teenage loves McFly and Busted.

Following: 458 how did that happen? That’s a lot of people I follow. Mostly Marvel, but there’s also some animal blogs and some memes stuff. It’s a colourful mix.

Followers: More than i expected and I don’t know why they’re here 😅

Do you get asks: Very rarely but i love it when i get them!

Amount of sleep: It depends, when my head is in an exceptionally good place i can sometimes get 8 hours but usually i get a max of 6.

Lucky number: I don’t really have one. but i do like the number 25. Don’t know why, always liked it

What are you wearing: it’s all black: leggings, longsleeve that is long enough to cover half of my thighs, a big hoodie jacket, thick grey wool socks and a grey/black leo print scarf 

Dream jobs: Writer, I’m working on a book 

Dream trip: Bora Bora 

Instruments you play: harp, electric bass and piano

Languages you speak: German, English, Spanish and a teeny, tiny bit Italian and French

Fav song: There are too many. If i start listing them all, this post will be longer than a Star Wars opening crawl

Random fact: I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue, if it’s long enough even 2 knots

Cats or dogs: Both. Both is good.

Aesthetic: black and dark stuff (furniture, clothes, decoration), a few gothic/witchy things, flowers, fairy lights, books, lots of pillows, coffee, home-baked cakes and treats, multiculti, it's definitely not a clear concept but i would sum it up as dark and cosy

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Zodiac sign: Virgo (maybe I had a bday last week…)

Height: 5′7

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw! 

Last thing I googled: List of Bloomberg exchange rates (how boring am I)

Song stuck in my head: Well now that @interestedbystanderwrites said Baby Shark, that’s in my head…thanks Cass. 😖

Fav musicians: Classic rock steals my soul…Kansas, ACDC, Queen, Zep, Aerosmith, RS, etc

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Followers: A few! All fabulous!

Do you get asks: Sometimes, usually after a story post. Lately when I reblog things about Brad Pitt. 😂

Amount of sleep: 5-6 hours

Lucky number: 42

What are you wearing: Jeans, scarf, black flats

Dream jobs: Writer (duh)

Dream trip: Patagonia!

Instruments you play: Piano

Languages you speak: English and shockingly terrible French

Fav song: It changes every day

Random fact: I can touch my nose with my tongue

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[obsessedwiththebatman]

Jerry Lewis (born Joseph or Jerome Levitch, (March 16, 1926 – August 20, 2017) was an American actor, comedian, singer, film producer, film director, screenwriter and humanitarian. He was known for his slapstick humor in film, television, stage and radio. He and Dean Martin were partners as the hit popular comedy duo of Martin and Lewis. Following that success, he was a solo star in motion pictures, nightclubs, television shows, concerts, album recordings and musicals. Lewis initially gained attention as part of a double act with singer Dean Martin, who served as straight man to Lewis' zany antics in the Martin and Lewis comedy team. The performers were different from most other comedy acts of the time because they relied on their interaction instead of planned skits. After forming in 1946, they quickly rose to national prominence, first with their popular nightclub act, next as stars of their own radio program. The two men made many appearances on early live television, their first on the June 20, 1948, debut broadcast of Toast of the Town on CBS (later officially renamed The Ed Sullivan Show on September 25, 1955). Starting with At War with the Army (1950), Martin and Lewis were the stars of their own vehicles in fourteen additional titles, That's My Boy (1951), Sailor Beware (1952), Jumping Jacks (1952; also appearing in the Crosby and Hope film, Road to Bali as cameos), The Stooge (1952), Scared Stiff (1953), The Caddy (1953), Money from Home (1953), Living It Up (1954), 3 Ring Circus (1954), You're Never Too Young (1955), Artists and Models (1955) and Pardners (1956) at Paramount, ending with Hollywood or Bust (1956). All sixteen movies were produced by Hal B. Wallis. Attesting to the comedy team's popularity, DC Comics published the best-selling The Adventures of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis comics from 1952 to 1957. In 1954, the team appeared on episode 191 of What's My Line? as mystery guests. As Martin's roles in their films became less important over time, the partnership came under strain. Martin's participation became an embarrassment in 1954 when Look magazine published a publicity photo of the team for the magazine cover but cropped Martin out. The partnership ended on July 24, 1956. After the split, Lewis continued in films, basically playing the same type of manic, naive character. Pacting with Paramount in a then-whopping $10 million deal, he agreed to make 14 films during a seven-year period. At the time, it was the biggest personal deal for the services of one star in Hollywood history. Lewis and his production company were given virtual carte blanche by Paramount head Y. Frank Freeman. Lewis found his first solo starring role in The Delicate Delinquent (1957) and quickly followed with a string of hits: The Sad Sack (1957), Rock-a-Bye Baby (1958), The Geisha Boy (1958) and Don’t Give Up the Ship (1959). The manic comedies anchored Paramount: In 1960, when the studio was faced with no Christmas movie, Lewis whipped one up in a month. The Bellboy, the first film he directed, was a slew of blackout gags he concocted around the Miami’s Fontainebleau Hotel, where he had just finished a stint performing. In French terms, Lewis had become an “auteur,” co-writing, directing and acting in his films. He was on a professional roll, playing a series of kind-hearted hyperactive dupes: In 1960’s CinderFella, directed by Frank Tashlin, he offered up a comic gender reversal on the Cinderella tale and danced down an impossibly long staircase to sounds of the Count Basie Orchestra. In 1961’s The Errand Boy, which he directed, he played an inept employee in a studio mailroom. But it was 1963’s The Nutty Professor that cemented his reputation. Directing himself, Lewis starred as a near-sighted professor and chemistry egghead who dazzles his coeds by becoming the ultra-cool pop singer Buddy Love. The movie also served as the basis for Eddie Murphy’s retooled remake in 1996, with Murphy taking over the nerdy professor role, this time turning into a sharp-tongued comedian. (Murphy presented Lewis with the Hersholt trophy at the 2009 Oscars.) Throughout the late 1950s and early ’60s, Lewis was constantly in motion, recording several records. His song "Rock-a-Bye Your Baby" sold nearly 4 million copies, and he hosted the Oscars in 1957 and 1959. Lewis’ career faltered in the late ’60s, however, but not because of a lack of effort on his part. Indefatigable, he claimed to work every day for a period of seven years and regularly had a 3:30 a.m. wake-up call. Yet critics, as well as moviegoers, decided that Lewis, as director/writer/actor, was too much of a good thing; some felt his ego was out of control. His films dipped drastically at the box office, and he experienced his greatest disappointment on TV in 1963 when his two-hour Saturday night talk and variety show turned off audiences. His manic mania did not play in this socially minded, ultra-serious era. The fact that the French continued to celebrate his talent became something of a running gag. For 13 years, Lewis later admitted, he also was addicted to the painkilling drug Percodan, which was prescribed for treatment of a chipped spinal column he received while doing a pratfall in 1965 on The Andy Williams Show. Jerry made a cameo appearance on the hit TV series Batman playing himself in the very first window cameo in the episode The Bookworm Turns 20th Apr. 1966 as batman and Robin climbed a building His 1972 film The Day the Clown Cried — a drama set inside a Nazi concentration camp — was never released. He donated a copy to the Library of Congress in August 2015, with the agreement the film not be shown for a decade. In 1980, after an absence of nearly 10 years from the screen, Lewis attempted a comeback with the film Hardly Working. More successfully, he followed with a straight role as a talk-show host stalked by an obsessive fan in Martin Scorsese’s The King of Comedy (1982), starring Robert De Niro. Lewis’ dramatic performance as a beleaguered TV star was critically lauded. He most recently appeared in such films as Cookie (1989), Arizona Dream (1993), Funny Bones (1995) and Max Rose (2016), and he played opposite Nicolas Cage and Elijah Wood in The Trust (2016). He performed a cameo as himself in Billy Crystal’s Mr. Saturday Night (1992) and guest-starred on a 2006 episode of Law & Order: SVU. Lewis also occasionally directed TV shows, including episodes of Ben Casey. TV producers tapped into his unexpected dramatic flair, casting him to appear in such series as Wiseguy in the late 1980s. He ventured onto the stage in 1995, making his Broadway debut in a revival of the musical Damn Yankees. Playing the devil, he was reportedly paid the highest sum in Broadway history at the time. As a new generation came to appreciate his work — “Hey, l-a-a-a-d-y,” one of his signature catchphrases, became a favorite of his fellow comedians — Lewis was regularly honored for his achievements. In 1991, he was presented with the Comic Life Achievement Award at the National Academy of Cable Programming’s ACE Awards. The American Comedy Awards gifted him with a lifetime achievement award in 1998. And the Los Angeles Film Critics Assn. presented him with its career achievement honor in 2004. During the late 1960s and early ’70s, Lewis taught in the Division of Cinema at USC, drawing students from across the country, including future director Robert Zemeckis. He authored The Total Film Maker (1971), based on recordings of 480 hours of classroom lectures. Indeed, Lewis was an innovator, the first filmmaker to use a video-assist device on location. When Lewis was 18, he met singer Patti Palmer, and they wed 10 days later. During their marriage, which lasted from 1944-82, they had five sons and adopted another child. His youngest, Joseph, became a drug addict and committed suicide in 2009 at age 45. Lewis married his second wife, SanDee Pitnick, in 1983. They adopted a daughter, Danielle. Dean and Jerry were seen together on stage for the last time when Martin was making what would be his final live performance at Bally's Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas in 1989. Lewis wheeled out a cake for Martin's 72nd birthday, sang "Happy Birthday" to him, and joked, "Why we broke up, I'll never know."

[bookscoffeeandracoons]

366 Days Reblog Challenge April 2020

Another month is already over and in these messed up times I’m even more grateful for all the amazing work by these amazingly talented writers! So without much more rambling here are the fics that i’ve read and reblogged for @beccaanne814‘s 366 Days Reblog Challenge. And thanks again to @beccaanne814​ for the wonderful banners!

Happy reading!

01. Patching up by @petals-sunwards

Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and injury, a little angst and fluff

Prompt: Can you go a single day without accidentally hurting yourself?

02. A Good Suit by @portals-to-a-new-world

Leonard McCoy x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!, Some language, Mentions of being tied up, Oral (male receiving), uhhh I think that’s it tho

What? I have to give a massive massive shoutout to @bakerstreethound for the idea: {So have a later night party at the enterprise (can be for Kirk’s birthday, but let’s say you and Kirk are on bad terms so you don’t go to the party) you stay in your room tussling with your body pillow to make up for Bones absence. You wake up to find him sitting on your bed wearing the suit he went to Kirk’s party in.} Love, you’ve absolutely slaughtered me in this process but oml was it worth it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it <3

03. A Bad Boy by @portals-to-a-new-world 

Leonard McCoy x Reader

Warnings: Listen. We all know I’m a slut for suits. So you can bet your ass this is as smutty as all hell. That being said, semi public almost smut, language, being tied up, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall), oral (male receiving), mild choking, dom!reader, listen it’s straight filth kay? Kay.

What?: Bones doesn’t want to go to a random 1920s themed party, so Y/n offers him a challenge. Smut ensues. (Sequel to A Good Suit.)

04.  One Night In Vegas by @avengerscompound

Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warning:  Talk of sex, aftermath of drinking and drug use

Summary:  You wake up in a Vegas suite with Tony Stark wearing the biggest diamond ring you’ve seen in your life.  The two of you then try and piece the night together

05. Your Prince, My King by @official-and-unstable-satan

Loki x Reader

Warnings: Dominant Loki. Language. Mentions of insecurities and mental health. Degradation and praise. Bondage? SEX Oral (Male and female receiving) and ACTUAL SEX ETA: Orgasm denial/delay (cause that’s apparently a warning? Didn’t know. Sorry) Odin in general. Loki. Reader being snarky and short tempered. Insecurities. Mentions of trauma. Language, probably. Bad writing? Idk what to put here, really. I’m bad at this. Smut. Mentions of smut. Actual filth. Out of character characters, probably. One day I’ll stop apologizing for my writing. I’m working on it.

06. Surprise by @mermaidxatxheart

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing. If you think I missed anything, please let me know.

Summary: You try to get away with something, but Bucky catches you in the act.

07.  drive-through by @evanstarff

(i must have missed something here beause i can’t get to this fic anymore. @evanstarff seems to be gone. I’ll still leave the fic here, in case anyone knows if @evanstarff maybe has a new blog or something, please let me know!)

08.  Scabulous by @avengerscompound

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings:  Mentions of past injuries, poor feelings about body image, scars

Synopsis:  Bucky is unwilling to undress in front of you because he hates his scars.  Turn out he isn’t the only one with scars.

09.  Skin Contact by @avengerscompound

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Series Warnings:  Angst, smut (hand jobs, vaginal sex, fingering), PTSD, mentions of past torture.  Superpowered Reader.

Synopsis: While on the run in Romania you come across a man who has a past very similar to your own.  When the people pursuing him track him down, you assume you will never see him again.

10. Mind Control by @avengerscompound

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Series Warnings:  Angst, smut (vaginal sex, oral sex), PTSD, mentions of past torture.  Superpowered Reader.

Synopsis: While on the run in Romania you come across a man who has a past very similar to your own.  When the people pursuing him track him down, you assume you will never see him again.

11. CRUSH by @petals-sunwards

Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff and kisses

Written for @stuckonjbbarnes‘s 250 Writing challenge. My prompt was ‘You know, I’m really good at telling who has crushes on who‘ and I had a blast writing it.

12. An Exquisite Kind of Pain by @redgillan

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: read it and you’ll see

Summary: Steve’s in love and that’s the problem.

The five times Bucky saved you…

…and the one time you saved him 

by @buckysknifecollection

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series warnings: some mild swearing, mention of dangerous situations, death mention, injuries, mentions of men objectifying women; other than that - toothrotting fluff.

Summary: You have a special bond with Bucky. He’s more than your best friend, your partner in missions, the person you care most about. He often saved you from uncomfortable situations, always ready to protect you, but sometimes, you are the one who did the saving. A series of drabbles.

13. Part 1 

14. Part 2 

15. Part 3 

16. Part 4

17. Part 5

18. Part 6

19. Ink on his heart by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Bucky Barnes x TattooArtist!Reader

Warnings: Tattoo experiences, a couple stories about war. Some swearing. Mostly lots of feels and fluff.

Summary: Here’s how Bucky Barnes got a haircut and then decided it was about damn time he controlled his own destiny - starting with a bit of ink.

20. Friends in Training by @until-theend-oftheline

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Sam and Bucky are giant children

A/N: This is a drabble request written for @jewels2876 : How about this with Sam and Bucky? “Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?” “I don’t know, probably both?"

21.  Right Where You Are, That’s Where I Am by @corneliabarnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, allusions to violence and PTSD, fluffy ending

22.  Looking Up by @avengerscompound​

Clint Barton x Reader (kinda)

Warnings:  action, canon-typical violence, Clint’s naked and a very proud boyfriend.

Synopsis:  Clint’s day was looking up. His girlfriend slept over for the first time. He’s pretty sure she’s a Jedi. He was having a nice bath. So how is it he’s now running down the street naked from gunmen?

23.  Distant Connection by @abovethesmokestacks​

A Bucky x Reader drabble series based on this post

Summary: You happen to be in the office when the email is sent out, you get Trip from IT to help you set up the VPN you need to be able to access company systems from home, you rifle through all of your folders and then just dump all of them in a box. It’s a surreal feeling because you are essentially cleaning out your office. As if you’re losing your job. This will be fine. You send an email to your project collaborator, someone named Barnes, suggesting a first video conference call on Monday before you log off.

This is fine.

Chapter 1: This Is Fine

Chapter 2: Introvert Olympics

Chapter 3: Business As Casual

Chapter 4: Jeremy Bearimy

Chapter 5: Toilet Paper Confessionals

Chapter 6: Netflix And I Have No Chill

Chapter 7: Social Dumbassing

24. Assemble: Bucky Barnes by @official-and-unstable-satan​

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Language, Bucky struggling a little with the whole idea. I think that’s it.

Summary:  James Barnes remembers. He remembers the words. He remembers their meanings. He remembers what they made him do and he fears them. Even after he was ‘fixed’ by Shuri, he feared them. So, someone suggested he learn to love the words by associating the ways they could help him instead of hurt him.

25. Request for the “Until We Meet Again Series” by @sgtjbuccky​

Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Warnings: a little swearing,

Request:  Omggg I have a idea for “until we meet again What if the reader loses her memory and goes to the Avengers because that’s the last place you remember is being, and then like they tell her about herself and they end up finding the prodigies or sum YASSSSS I LOVE YOUR STORIES 😝

26. Audiobook of Love by @nerdy-bookworm-1998​

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Steve and Bucky are missing their best girl while on a mission, but she has a special surprise  for them.

27. Sore Loser by @squirrel-moose-winchester​

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Gambling (is hustling money considered gambling?), Some Crack, Dean being Petty.

Summary: Y/N learns a few new tricks and hustles Dean, the king of pool, out of all his money.

28. Best Laid Plans by @suz-123​

A Falcon and Winter Soldier TV Fic *obviously this is NOT spoiler heavy as the show has not even been filmed yet*

Warnings: None really, just my usual casual cursing and sassy soldiers.

A/N: So, there was a post on here that went around yesterday about a plot theory as to what Zemo was going to be doing to tear these guys apart in their future TV show. Naturally, I was livid with this stupid idea and, naturally, I used the magic of fanfic to fix a problem that may or may not ever actually see the light of day :D

29.  Major Crush by @redgillan​

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Groping

Summary: Laser Tag brings out Steve Rogers’ competitive side and Reader loves it.

30. Count on It by @team-iron-wannabe-man​

40’s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Y/N isn’t too impressed with the Infamous Sergeant James B. Barnes, however Bucky is definitely interested in her.

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That was all the fics I’ve read for the Reblog Challenge in April! A big THANK YOU again to all the writers! This time would be so much more difficult without all your work! 

For the readers: if you search my blog for the tag #fic rec you’ll find even more to read!

Stay healthy everyone and lots of love to you all! ❤

Back to main Masterlist 

[jewels2876]

Happy Accidents

A/N: This is a happy birthday drabble for @book-dragon-13 Here's to another year imaging Daddy!Bucky

Your life had been a series of happy accidents since meeting Bucky.  Getting married after a year had been eloping to Vegas, with Sam, Steve, and Nat as your witnesses. Then finding out not too long after about Bianca. And while you had planned for your second pregnancy,  twin boys had NOT been on your to-do list.

You stood at the bathroom sink,  head hung and slightly shaking in disbelief. You heard Bucky come in, dropping his tactile gear everywhere.  You groaned knowing all three kids would wake up at the sounds.

“Babe, where are you?” He called out.

“Daddy!” Bianca,  Shawn, and Spencer all squealed as they wrapped their arms around his legs.  Bucky shushed them and hugged them back.

“Where's Mommy?” Bucky grinned. ‘Mommy’ was his newest favorite nickname for you: one sultry ‘daddy’ whisper from you had converted him and had led to the best sex he remembered having in awhile. He noticed the light coming from your bathroom.  He peeled the kids off his legs and gently pushed in the door. “Babe?”

“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.” came your voice.  Bucky startled at the firmness of your voice, then smirked as he felt himself turned on. He pushed the door all the way in to find you sitting on the toilet, lid down, and glaring at him.  Then he noticed the….

“Seriously Buck, you better hope there's just one in there this time. It will be the last!”

He cautiously approached you,  dropping a kiss on your head before kneeling down to look you steadily in the eye. You saw his adorable pouty lips and the twinkle in his eyes. “As you wish,” he whispered before kissing you softly.

Tagging @the-ss-horniest-book-club but since I'm on mobile will get everyone else later!

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[itsanerdlife]

Mistakes Made 6/30

Pairing: Peter  Parker x Reader

Warning: Self doubt. Violence. Anger. Back stabbing. Lying. Arguing. Separation. Blood. Law breaking. Cat Fights. Stalking. A lot of anger. Team fighting. Feelings of being pathetic. Sneaking around. Betrayal.

A/N: Steve turns into a little bit of a dick. He won’t be your favorite through this series. Remember love can twist you up and change you, if you fall in with the wrong type of person.

“When one path is cut off, it’s the world’s way of telling you what you want isn’t what you need.” Steve Rogers is your best friend and you’re harboring the worst, most pathetic crush for him. But when Steve’s no longer got the time for you. When Steve starts dating the horrible and sketchy Agent Holly Smith. You’re left heart broken and in a slump. You got your heart broken in one go. The man you wanted and your best friend. Peter Parker steps in, picking up all your broken pieces. He makes you laugh, makes your heart flutter, and he knows exactly what you are. You’re falling head over heels for Peter. But the team isn’t whole with you and Steve on the outs. A drunk text and misunderstanding, everything you had comes crashing down around you. Assassins are trained to lie, kill and never be trusted. You’ve got nothing left to lose now. Where will you and Peter end up? Is there really such thing as a happy ending in this life? Or is there someone pull the threads to your happiness and life?

Tag List Is Open!!!

A knock on her bedroom door, has him slipping from her bed before she wakes. He rubs his hand through his hair as he pulls the door open. Steve stood on the other side, looking surprised.

“Sorry, she’s asleep.” Peter glances back at Y/N tangled in the blankets of her bed fast asleep.

“Oh.” Steve nods.

“Need me to wake her?” Peter offers.

“No, no. I was just going to see if she wanted to have lunch with me tomorrow.” Steve shifts as if he was uncomfortable.

“We’re supposed to shop for Aunt May’s birthday tomorrow. But I’ll let her know when she wakes.” Peter nods.

“If she has plans, it’s, it’s fine.” Steve shrugs a large shoulder.

“I’ll still tell her. Just in case.” Peter nods.

“Yeah.” Steve nods, looking a little disappointed as he walks away. Peter shrugs, shutting the door, he slips back into bed next to Y/N. She stirs as he settles in again.

“You left me.” She mummers softly in a sleepy voice.

“I know. I’m sorry, but I’m here.” He let’s her curl up under his arm, into his side.

“Good.” She wiggles in deeper making his smile. He kisses her forehead.

“Goodnight, hon.” His voice soft.

“Love you.” She sighs already asleep again. He grins, warmth bursting his chest.

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Peter’s got Y/N over his shoulder as he walks into the kitchen, she’s swatting him in the backside with the shopping bag in her hand.

“She try beating up the mail man again?” Tony chuckles as Peter sets her down.

“She’s a coffee junkie, I swear.” He sighs.

“That’s just rude.” Y/N sasses him.

“You’ve had three already today.” He points a finger at her.

“Your point?” She shrugs, looking innocent.

“Anymore and you won’t sleep tonight and that means I won’t either.” He reminds her. She sways, chewing the inside of her cheek for a moment.

“You weren’t complaining last night.” She mutters, pushing her mouth together.

Tony inhales his coffee, coughing into his hand. Sam just grins at them. Buck thumps Tony on the back while laughing to himself. Nat winks at Y/N a proud little smile on her face. Peter flushes red for a moment.

“If you go get ready,” he turns her around by her waist “I’ll let you make Aunt May’s gift all pretty.” He bribes his girlfriend.

“With pink tissue paper and ribbon?” She glances over her shoulder at him.

“Whatever you want.” He nods.

“I’ll get ready.” She claps her hands together and skips off down the hall. He sighs, shoving his hands into his pockets of his jeans, shaking his head.

“You know you’re dating a five year old in a trained assassins body, right?” Clint chuckles coming into the kitchen from the living room. Peter grins, nodding.

“But it’s never a dull moment.” He shrugs.

“At a boy.” Tony winks at him.

“You’re so hopeless for her.” Sam snorts.

“Have been a long time.” Peter turns grinning at them.

“You both look really happy.” Buck nods.

“I am.” Peter chuckles, waiting he listens. “I don’t hear her showering running, which means she’s laying on the floor on Pinterest.” He sighs.

“Snapchat.” Nat holds up her phone smirking. He sighs taking off down the hall.

----

In the kitchen they could hear them perfectly.

“What are you doing!?” Peter laughs, startling Y/N.

“Nothing!” She yells.

“Get in the shower you pain in the ass!” Peter claps his hands at her.

“I am! I am!” She stomps off.

“It’s like they’re made for each other.” Clint chuckles.

“Only took three years.” Tony snorts.

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“Thank you.” Aunt May grins holding the box of perfume you’d gotten her as a birthday gift.

“Peter told me it’s your favorite.” You smile.

“Not just for the perfume, but for making my boy so happy.” She nods at Peter who was helping Pepper stack Aunt May’s gifts and clean up the wrapping paper.

“Well he makes me really happy too.” You smile at her.

“James, sweetie can you help an old woman.” She stops Bucky, who chuckles.

“Aunt May, he’s older than you.” Peter sighs, holding the trash bag of wrapping paper and bags.

“Hush now.” Aunt May waves him off. You shake your head laughing to yourself. You watch Peter follow after his aunt and Bucky.

“Nice to see you again.” Your head snaps over, confused who was talking to you. Holly stood next to you, she wore her hair half up and a little sundress on.

“Holly.” You nod. Why the hell was she talking to you of all people? “Where is Rogers?” You glance around.

“Outside. Fury called.” She smiles.

“Ahh.” You nod, taking a sip from your cup.

“Steve’s been telling me about you.” Her head tips and her tone changes.

“Really now?” You turn facing her, lifting a brow.

“He said you two were best friends. Not so much anymore.” She eyes you.

“If that’s what Steve says.” Your tone snide.

“I get it you don’t like me, Y/N.” Her tone hardens. She has your attention, was she trying to pick a fight with you?

“I don’t know you, Holly.” You smirk at her.

“All you need to know is, I like Steve. A lot. He’s an amazing man. I’m sorry you didn’t take a chance with him and you had to settled for Peter Parker.” Your mouth pops open, stunned. She steps closer to you. “But don’t you dare punish Steve because you missed out on him. Keep your petty attitude to yourself, Y/N. Steve and I are happy, you need to accept you lost. This is your only warning.” She eyes you for a second before she turns walking away.

“The actual fuck?” You blink, confusion washing over you. The hell just happened?

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