#laura brunet

[dear-science]

iced coffee summer 🧊

[onthedaily]

summer adventures ⛵️

[widowshill]

oh to be a 60’s viewer wondering about the truth of David’s paternity and then Roger’s estranged wife shows up and she’s blonde

[foxeia]

Laura Brunet

[carsonian]

avengers rock band au. not sure if i want to take this further. let me know if you're into it!

Content warnings: drug abuse, implied sexual content | Also, apparently 2024 is the year of pining!Steve....?

Steve stops at the foot of the bed, already done with the conversation set out before him. With a sigh, he says, "you can't run from this forever."

Tony's draped across the bed like he's an art installation, some avant-garde, postmodern posturing of an insouciant rockstar sniffing a line of coke. Because it's Tony, he does the line clean, and when his head finally slants to acknowledge Steve's presence, he doesn't look any lesser for having snorted a little plastic baggie of white powder.

He doesn't even have the grace to trip over his comeback. "I don't need forever." He turns over onto his back, stretching his arms above him with a slow inhale that carries on, and on. "That's nice."

"It can't possibly have hit your bloodstream already."

"I was talking about the stretch."

Steve feels his eyebrows knit tight and angry, and does his best to quell it as he walks over then sits down on the bed. "Tomorrow. That's the deadline. You said we'd look it over."

"God, since when is rock and roll about meeting deadlines?" Tony grouses.

"You're doing the Jagger routine? Really?" Leaning forward, Steve presses the flat of his thumb against Tony's pulse point until the man's wincing back. "Get up, come on."

"I'm incapacitated." Tony gestures to the plastic baggie.

"Your choice, isn't it?" It's a little sharper than he intends, than he promised himself he'd be. It is Tony's choice. Badgering him about it isn't going to help. "I've seen you give speeches with more a' that shit in you, cawm on. You ain't getting out of this."

"You're such a dick." Tony grumbles but it's the grumbling of a resigned man, and sure enough, in the moment after, the brunet sits up and shuffles close to him. Steve had brought his guitar with him, his trusty ol' Les Paul, and he puts it in his lap now. "I'm still figuring out the words," he warns Tony, and the man hums, eyes blinking shut the way they do any time he's listening to something for the first time.

Steve's not the singer of the group, no, that's the brown-eyed bugger himself, and his voice can't quite hit the high notes. Still, he's used to this, relaying lyrics to Tony, and there's no discomfort about him as he sings, soft and a little husky, about the twisted machinations of media politics and the displacement of the working class. The political songs are always trickier because wording matters so very much--and while he's good at punchlines, good at finding the lyrics that'll stick, he's not the greatest at stringing it together into perfect, lyrical harmony. Structure. Narrative. That's where Tony excels, pulling in the threads, rearranging things, knowing what to cut out, what to bring in.

Steve's sitting cross-legged with his guitar in his lap, and when he gets to the bridge, Tony shifts to rest his head atop Steve's knee. His eyes blink open, and the look in them is thoughtful.

He finishes the song, and keeps his fingers poised ready over the strings.

"You've got a thought," he murmurs. Tony fixes one eye on him, the other shut so it's like looking at a still-frame wink. It pulls at the barely there wrinkles around his eyes in an interesting way that Steve absolutely doesn't pay attention to.

"Lead up to the bridge isn't strong enough." Tony says, "for one."

"I reckon that'll be percussion. Haven't picked Clint's brains yet. Cooper's still got that nasty fever." He explains.

"Still? Thought they went to the doc's?" Tony asks.

"It's sticking around." Steve says, "I think Laura's keen for another visit, though I'm not sure how much that'll help."

"You and your distrust of hospitals." Tony turns his eyes heavenward, rolling off Steve's lap and onto the bed. "Instead of ending with, giving it all to the very few, why not lead with, giving it all to the very few, into nobody's seeing what it all comes to. And you repeat that thrice before the chorus. Extends the song, yeah, but it gives that first part of the bridge more heft."

Steve sings it, Tony joining in to demonstrate how each iteration gets more caterwaul-like, more desperate. It works with the isolation of the bridge and Steve smiles, private and quiet. "Works." He makes a note in his writing journal, flipping the blue slide down from his multi-pen.

He's got a system: black for writing drafts, green for chords, blue for amendments. In between lines and lines of black, blue and green--scrawled down whenever he gets a good line or chord in his head--are throwaway lyrics and beats in red, from times when Tony leans over and whispers something into his ear, whatever brainworm's gotten ahold of him. And sure, Tony could pen it down himself but he travels light, and Steve doesn't think Tony's actually gone into his notes app before, is practically familial with the virtual assistant for anything he needs done. So it all comes to Steve.

He doesn't mind; sometimes, Tony's ideas spiral into his own. Other times, it's just nice to write something in a different colour.

They pick through the song like this, Steve discarding some of Tony's ideas which of course prompts Tony to spitball more outlandish suggestions, shuffling up onto his elbows. It's fun, this. Tony getting riled up ranks high for entertainment value alone, but Tony riled up over music? It's a privilege. Even as Tony's fingers being to tap manically against the back of Steve's elbow and his teeth begin to grind from the cocaine, it's not enough to break the normal, honest, downright beautiful joy of songwriting.

After the third time Steve catches Tony's legs from folding around his neck in a pretzel-like headstand, he clicks his tongue and squeezes the man's ankle. "Alright. You're bouncing off the walls. Go shag a model or something." Steve pats his ankle, "go on. I hereby relieve you of your brain."

Tony's whoop is longwinded and obnoxious, but the grin he sets upon Steve is wild, all unholy danger. He points at Steve, and says, "I wanna explore every crack in the fucking universe," here, he licks his lips absentmindedly, "and I'm starting with that sound tech's."

"You're vile." Steve says, calling after Tony as he heads out of the room, "don't fuck Sandra, she talks shit about you when you're taking a piss break!"

"That's not a turn-off!" Tony sing-songs as he flicks the door shut behind him.

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

How about 4, 5 (Scott), 9, and 16 for the fandom ask game?

Hey! :-)

4. Is there a popular pairing you don't necessarily dislike but aren't too invested in?

Out of the most popular Steve pairings, I'd say ShieldShock. It's not a bad ship by any means. I totally get why people are into it. It just doesn't grab me like that, y'know? Though, oddly enough, I am really into the idea of Steve/Darcy/Wanda. Don't know what that's about, lol.

With MCU in general? Clintasha. Granted, part of this probably comes from being exposed to the MCU first, because nothing about their interactions in The Avengers screamed romance to me and everything after that just solidified that notion. I never understood why folks were so adamant about it being portrayed in the MCU over Bruce/Nat and Clint/Laura until I found out it's a comic thing. Again, not a bad ship, but neither canon version I've seen (MCU and EMH) have done much for me. Though, again, Clint/Laura/Natasha? Totally into.

5. Out of all your fanworks that include [Scott], which is your favourite?

Oh, man, this question has taken me the longest, because I had to go through and reread some stuff. Also, I make so many different things that narrowing it down is a bit tough. Plus, I overthink way too much. Okay. For moodboards, I'd say this Steve/Scott/Hope/Maria one, because it's so pretty to me that I forget I made it, lol. I figure anything that's able to bypass my knee-jerk reaction to be overly critical of my work must have something good going for it. For other graphics, this Scott/Jessica set, which is quite simple, but I really like it.

As for fic, I think overall some of my favorite individual lines and jokes have been written for Scott, such as: "At least I don’t want to fuck a fox, Clint." Though I think my favorite exchange I've written has to be between Scott and Steve in Make Up For Lost Time:

“You’re twice my age!” the brunet sputtered. “More than!”

“Only chronologically,” Steve said, unable to control his shit-eating grin.

“I’ll remember that next time you ask for the senior discount at the movies.” With that, he moved as if to get off of Steve’s lap, but the blond only clutched his hips and plopped him back down with a smile.

“You wouldn’t rat me out, would ya?”

“Course not,” he scoffed. “That shit’s expensive, even with your discount.”

For a full story, I'd say it's a toss-up between The Season of Poultry and Everything Will Turn Out Alright. It's tough to pick a full fic for Scott, since I so often write him from someone else's (usually Steve's) point of view. That, coupled with how my work tends to be pretty short, I think makes it a little hard to maybe get a full picture of Scott. But with those stories, I think (or I'd like to think) they pack a lot in a small space in terms of his characterization and dynamics with others. Plus, I just have a lot of affection for those particular stories.

9. Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed!

Do Vibranium Androids Dream of Electric Wandas? by DeconstructedFallenStars on AO3. The summary reads, "He had meant for her to be his Eve." It's a short one-sided Wanda/Ultron fic that takes place toward the end of AOU and is something of a character study of Ultron. I'm probably underselling it, but the execution is very good.

16. Do people irl know you participate in fandom?

Friends do, yes, but not relatives. I don't think they'd really "get" it or approve, if you take my meaning.

Thanks for sending these in! Sorry it took a couple days for me to finish. For whatever reason, my brain really needed the answer to that second question to be thorough. lol.

From Fandom Ask Game

[lalalovezfrenchfriez]

Flyin Frydays

authors note: this is a story that appeared in my brain and now u can read it! whoa! I will update this every Friday. pls be nice I haven't done this since my fanfic days- which this is not. this is a love story to myself, and to hopefully, everyone who needs that kick to go forward. love you guys!

"¡Oye!"

I turn from the window, and there is Laura, shaking her skirt in the mirror at me. I don't know why I was looking out the window. I think I saw a bird. Or something. Maybe. I can't remember.

"How does it look?"

I rub my eyes, standing up. I look at her, then the skirt. I don’t remember much about colors, and sizes from beaut school. She would look good in everything. But I turn my head to the side. “I…think it's too short."

Laura sighs desperately. "I need to choose something cute! This is my FIRST college party! I don't know how these work! You WORK in beauty! Help me be beautiful!" She throws the skirt down and slumps on her bed face down. Her weight causes a wave of stuffed animals to quake. A dog plush falls on her light brunet hair.

I lick my lips, nodding with her words as I pick up her puppy plush. I really wish I could just smoke in her room. It would just be so simple, she's on the top floor and I can just puff out the window. But that’s not the point, I convince myself, taking a big breath. "Can I look in your closet?"

She muffles a yes from the blankets. I turn the light on in the room, illuminating the tan dorm atmosphere and the bright pink hues of Laura’s side, and the goth black of her roommate’s. Her wardrobe is old, stained, and slightly moldy, but it doesn’t smell when I open the door and start to go through her pants. I forget how little she has, fashion wise. It’s nice though. Models brag to you too much about their sprees. My good friend Laura owns simple black cargo pants that are stained with chemicals, loose black sweatpants she works out in, two pairs of jeans, and several neutral colored skirts that are academic-looking.

Laura peers behind me as I shift to her tops. “Everything okay?” She whimpers.

“Uh huh.” I lie.

Something catches my eye. I ruffle inside the small bin, and I pull out a sky blue crop top. Bingo. “Pair these with any jeans you got and wear those Pumas. You'll get a man."

"The ones from Old Navy?" She inquires as she tosses the outfit from before, going to her pants and pulling out the standard black cargos from her chemistry labs.

I shake my head with a tiny smile, "Loca- nah those tight ones. Tight always gets the boys looking."

Laura repeats what I say under her breath as she gets out tight grey jeans, the top, and comfortable sneakers. I would suggest to her heels, but in junior high she broke her nose dancing with this boy. She swore for me to never tell.

How could I? We’ve known each other forever because of our parents. My father beat her father once in a game of lotería and now every time it’s my father’s birthday, they give us tamales equal in number to his age. Laura since then, was always determined to beat me. She has only beat me twice.

Because she’s smart. She was the only one out of the people I hang out with to get into UCLA. She always rose her hand first. She always had those skirts ready. She was the first person to suggest to my mother about coffee in the bakery- Máma won’t stop talking about how business boomed. Laura is the perfect image of the first generation, first born, virgin Catholic daughter. She speaks Spanish, English and her grandmother’s native Quechua near perfect.

Why she ever wants a man when she can simply get rich off alone is still beyond me.

"How do I look?" Laura turns. I smile as I look at her outfit, then at her eyes and smile. Her dimples are hiding beneath a prideful grin and she is trying to suppress her bright brown eyes that are filled with excitement.

"Perfect. Now!" I get up, looking at her from the mirror. "Makeup? Hair?"

"Both? Ugh." Laura grumbles as she sits at her desk, her large vanity in front of her. "Can we do it light? And have my hair down?"

"It'll look too simple,” I play with her curls. “How about a ponytail look?" I advise.

"Fine. Okay. Okay!" She looks in the mirror and takes a deep breath. "I'll like that." She looks at me in the mirror. Her dimples reveal. “Gracias, Río.”

My hands go faster than my brain. I move her hair oil and her makeup bag on the desk. My cheeks are hot. She’s the first person to call me that since… 

“Hey, how are you and Ms. French?” Laura asks with difficulty as I wipe a cleanser over her face. I can’t even attempt hide my frown.

I take her makeup case and look through, my face hidden behind the mirror. “We broke up.”

“What?!” Laura tries to hide the shock on her face. “But-but why?! How? What happened?”

She has the perfect light and bright makeup to pair with her outfit. It would formulate to the Perfect Party Look. But also I can’t think because Laura is asking questions that I can’t even answer.

May Thomas and I broke up less than two hours ago. To summarize the already summarized conversation, May told me she found someone else, that she couldn’t love me anymore. She left to go to her art show after kissing me. I smoked a cigarette and cried in my car until Laura asked me in tears for help for her party. We dated for a year. She was my first partner. I came out of the closet with her. May Thomas still is on my dashboard photos. Her ringtone is a beat we heard at Santa Monica on our first date. She told me we could move to Paris together. 

“I don’t know.” I push through, though my hands quake with rage. I hold the desk to not rip out her hair by accident. I look at Laura. Her big eyes plead with me. I smile at her. “But that doesn’t matter right now,” I tease her hair with my fingers which causes a small frizz. “I’m going to make you look like the Belle of the Ball and you’re going to get your Beast.”

Laura smiles, sadly for me, but my words fuel her. “You’re the best. Te amo.”

I repeat it to her, but Laura doesn’t hear.

[yushox]

Aurora

Consider this the first time I publicly release anything about this AU :D

Character info:

Civilian name: Laura Stikliņa

Age: 16

Pronouns: She/Her

Nationality: Latvian

Hero name: Aurora

Hero name meaning: Aurora borealis; also subtly based in honor of her mentors mentor (these characters will be reveal later at some point)

Quirk name: Aurora Borealis

Quirk: creating prismatic light mirages that can stun and confuse enemies, with further development she could cause hallucinations made of light particles and cause the creation of a borealis almost anywhere.

Cosmetic quirk: her skin is naturally glittery like fresh snow, medical tests show that she was born with melanin mixed with silicate crystals.

Backstory: the cosmetic quirk extends to her internal organs, and as a human she isn't meant to handle growing microscopic silicate crystals, this results in alot of her childhood being spent in a hospital due to internal bleeding issues. She met her mentor when he visited the hospital she was staying for charity. He tried to gently deter her from becoming a hero but she only took it as a challenge. Her mentor changed his mind when he later met her and she impressed him by fearlessly stunning some incoming thugs.

School: Studies in the most prestigious hero education institute known in the Baltic region. Was admitted due to special recommendation by her mentor who also covers the costs of her education and materials.

Physical aptitude: not nearly as strong as the character she parallels, can still lift and move cars and likes participating in running marathons (expert level) her punches aren't fun to receive either especially during the general disorientation that her quirk comes with.

Personality (pos): friendly, social, strong, determined, intuitive

Personality (neg): stubborn, often forgets about her health, not a leader, somewhat reclusive within school hours

Character parallels (not exact): Izuku Midoriya

Mentor: Lāčplēsis (Bearslayer)

Sources of inspiration: Lāčplēsis and his mentor Ziemeļmeita (Northern Beauty (lit. transl.: Northern daughter))

Main enemy: Kurbads (name taken from a popular fairytale about an hero and twisted to mean a different more sinister thing)

Other enemies: Rumba (name based on the waterfall in Venta river), Skābene (eng: Sorrel), Māris ("Two-Spot", based on two spotted ladybugs)

Appearance:

General: Natural brunete dyed greenish-blue, short hair, naturally glittery hair overall, Gray eyes, pale Caucasian skin, thin, appears frail and weak at first glance

Civilian clothes/accessories: Casual and trendy, preffers shopping at stores like House, Sinsay and Puma. Preffers lighter colors and tones and hates heavy clothes like long puffy coats, has some piercings later on (mostly ears), sometimes uses an backpack version of an oxygen tank if health worsens

Hero clothes: Yellow bodice with green edges, White Cape (crisscross front, shooting star tail back), light gray arm/leg warmers, green velvet ribbon tied around body in star patern, star patterns on cape edges, star theme overall. Uses a discreet fanny pack.

[aprendizmestre]

(Cânticos de Amor que é o verdadeiro amor de Cantares) ”Em memórias de Salomão” (Ultimo Cantares) Hailey Clauson Jennifer Lawrence Gigi Hadid Natalie Portman A do Norte da Bolsa de valores a da CNN de Forma Especial a Ultima Sulamita a Ultima de modo especial a do Maranhão São Luís Amara Walker Pamela Brown Isha Sesay Kate Riley Tiffany Ariana Trump Gal Gadot Kate Bolduan Rachel Bilson Yasmin Brunet Marina Ruy Barbosa Bruna Marquezine kylie jenner Amanda Davies Ariana Grande Vita Sidorkina Stella Maxwell Emma Watson Emma Stone Erin Heatherton Selena Gomez Hailey Baldwin Laura Vandervoort Adriana lima kendall jenner Larissa Manoela Paris Hilton Angel candices Ana Hickmann Juliana a modelo de São Luís A filha da pastora Shirley A adolescente que eu toquei a vagina na minha mocidade A loira da academia que era alta e para mim a mais bonita de lá e ultima escrita deste livro Rebeca Escuridão Ultima do apartamento a de são Luís morena que é a mais linda Gisele a do apartamento rio Tocantins e Maisa Beije-me ele com sua boca porque melhor o seu amor do que o vinho para cheirar… O nosso amado é o grande amado que venceu na nossa vagina e nos surrou de amor… Minha amada é bom estar em paz na eternidade e ser para sempre shurato… Meu amado na terra você foi um herói guerreiro que lutou varias lutas e que transou com varias mulheres as mais belas e virgens… Minha amada essa é a eternidade da paz e não há mais dor e tristeza nem pesar… O nosso amado venceu de acordo a legião de deuses que estar em nós por isso a nossa fé nele continua… Minha amada seja minha para sempre… Mas nosso amado vença na nossa vagina sendo os deuses e estrelas que estar em você…. Porque minha amada pelo pós e temperos aromáticos… Porque nosso amado o amor é duro como um Deus e forte como estrelas e das suas chamas é herói pacificador e escolhido e guerreiro e libertador e redentor e Salvador e Deus e Tribal e o maior e para toda a eternidade diga assim: Ao Grande e Jovial e o Dragão seja a honra e a gloria e o poder e nós suas mulheres finalmente dizermos: PARA SEMPRE AMÉM….

BY PRODUTOR DO SITE

[dear-science]

Travel mood board 💞

ph. Sammy Suss / Angela Pham

[onthedaily]

on a run

[uniquetyphoonmiracle]

Por cierto..el benjamín del REAL Madrid ALONSO EZQUERRA MATA_MOROS [ya huérfano al morir su madre NINA en las inmediaciones de los PICOS DE EUROPA] que fue atropellado al salir tras un BALON en la TRAVESIA IVAN DE VARGAS [patrón de SAN ISIDRO y fundador del pueblo HIGUERA=HIGOS=COÑOS..de VARGAS..cosa que destacan en la noticia por ser de EXTREMADURA como ZAHINOS donde nacio la Madre] frente al demolido ESTADIO del MANZANA+eRES fue trasladado al hospital NIÑO JESUS donde murió ese 24_9_12 que jugaba REAL MADRID vs MILLONARIOS de Bogotá tras jugar el 18_9_12 [dia que murió con 97 años el COMUNISTA santiago CARRILLO que puso la sede del PCE en calle SANTISIMA TRINIDAD junto a su compañera DOLORES Ibarruri la PASIONARIA frente a cuya TUMBA estaba YO el 9_11_17 cuando mi padre me llamó creyendo que era mi Cumple y era el de mi madre viviendo entonces con su 2da mujer en calle RELOJ de BRUNETE cuyo Ayunta_miento Ardio y la cual casi muere un año después de HEREDAR al chocar de frente contra un BUS ESCOLAR siendo evacuada en HELICOPTERO al Hospital LA PAZ según publicó TELEMADRID en su web] ..contra MANCHESTER CITY de AGÜERO [=PRESAGIO] que SE RETIRO AL DARLE UN ATAQUE CARDIACO jugando con FC BARCELONA siendo EXPULSADO del estadio BERNABEU Liam GALLAGHER por el que THE RAIN fue OASIS y al que vi 12_2_14 a Orillas del MANZANA+eRES o Sala RIVIERA tras firmarme malogrado Pau DONES [con camiseta de cerveza mexicana SOL] de JARABE DE PALO [=CASTIGO] su cd SOMOS con Ivancristo y salud en la FNAC CALLAO donde sólo fui a comprar la entrada para ver a LIAM GALLAGHER presentar cd BE con BEADY EYE pero también me encontré que en EL CORTE INGLES de CALLAO estaba LAURA PAUSINI firmando su Grandes Exitos incluyendo LIMPIO con KYLIE MINOGUE.

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

43

"OH, LOOK HOW lovely these are!" Sarah squealed when she saw the little sage green mittens with radishes, carrots, and peas in and out of their pods.

"Aren't they," Peggy agreed, fawning over Sarah just as she did with Steve. Steve wondered if Peggy reminded Sarah of her mother as much as she did for Steve.

Reading the card, Steve said, "Thank you, Mr. Sitwell. This is very thoughtful."

The lawyer nodded, but remained in the corner of the room where no one was paying attention to him while he ate a piece of the carrot cake. If Steve's wombmate wasn't the guest of honor, Steve probably would've done the same. He hated being the center of attention, but he occasionally made exceptions. Especially when those exceptions involved his loved ones and their happiness.

Setting the gift bag with the garden themed mittens – along with their matching hats – and the baby nail kit off to the side, Joe crossed the room to him. The alpha handed him another, "Last, but not least." A basket with different bath and post-bath products as well as towels and washcloths. Joe grinned, "This is from mom and me."

"Thank you," he smiled, kissing the older man on his cheek. Teasing, "They're going to be the cleanest baby around."

As though objecting, Natasha's son let out a shrill cry. She stood so she could sway him and joked, "Sorry, he can't help but be the center of attention. It's honestly so rude of him."

"It's alright," Steve chuckled, marking over his thirty-three week bump. "I'm sure bud will be the same."

"Bud? Is that their name?" Angie Martinelli asked.

"You're having a boy?" Natasha asked, glancing over at her work partner as though he had been keeping a secret and she didn't appreciate it.

"Oh, how exciting!" Thor's voice boomed above the chatter filling the room, causing his husband to cover his face in embarrassment.

Laura offered, "I have tons of hand-me-downs that I can –"

Steve shook his head as he corrected, "It's just a term of endearment since their birth is when I'll –" he glanced at Bucky and amended "– we'll find out."

The room quieted at that. Not to complete silence, just to a more manageable volume as smaller conversations started up around the room again. Steve was thankful for that though. He was even more thankful when Bucky rubbed his sore, tense shoulders and kissed his temple.

"C'mon, Niko," Natasha sighed, still trying to soothe the seven month old. Looking over at the sofa where Steve was sandwiched between his mom and his boyfriend, she asked, "Wanna get some practice in?"

Steve looked over at Bucky before deciding that he might as well. With the assistance of both Sarah and Bucky, Steve stood from the couch. Meeting Natasha halfway, she passed the crying baby to him. He had hoped that he'd have the magic touch where as soon as the little guy was in his arms, he'd stop crying. Instead, Niko cried harder. No matter how much Steve swayed him, nothing helped. And it definitely didn't help when Heath-or-Zoey started moving around in the womb as though they didn't like the interruption to their nap.

Looking over at Natasha, Steve said, "I think that's enough practice for today."

"Don't take it too hard," Laura assured.

"You're alright," Joe comforted with a hand on his shoulder, the same way he used to when he coached Steve's T-Ball team. Steve could almost hear the, 'walk it off,' or, 'you'll get 'em next time, kiddo.' And while Steve let out a heavy sigh as he eased himself back onto the couch, it was comforting.

Holding the wiggling, crying baby to her chest, she asked Bucky, "What about you? You're gonna need practice too."

Worrying his lower lip, Bucky glanced over at Steve. Nodding his encouragement, Steve all but pushed the brunet off the couch. Stiffly – and clearly uncomfortable – Bucky took Nikolai in his arms. At first, he was tense, as though the baby would attack if he moved. But then, the baby eased, scenting the alpha. Bucky seemed shocked by the action, and turned his head just enough so he could look at Steve.

"It's nothing personal, darling," Peggy soothed, "Babies are funny like that."

Directing his full attention to his bump, Steve spoke to his baby, "I better be your favorite."

"If it means anything," Bucky swayed the baby, soothing him, "You're my favorite."

Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything. If he had to be completely honest, it did mean something to him. Out of all of Bucky's friends, partners, and admirers, Steve was his favorite? That meant everything.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The conversations paused and Steve looked over at the entryway to the living room where Greta was standing with a gift bag. With a lot of effort, Steve pushed himself off the couch so he could greet her properly. It had been more than long enough since he had seen her last. For a moment, Steve felt guilty for not visiting with the mourning woman more in the aftermath of Abraham's death.

Hugging her as close as he could despite the bump between them, Steve said, "I'm glad you came."

"I'm glad I came too," Greta sniffled. Pulling from the embrace but not completely, she fondly looked at the pregnant omega, "Abe would've loved to see you like this."

Not able to hold back his tears, he nodded and said, "I wish he could've."

She wiped his tears and then wiped her own. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to stay long. I just wanted to give you this."

Accepting the pastel yellow bag, Steve rested it on his protruding stomach so he could peek inside. His actions halted though when she said, "It was something that Abraham wanted you to have."

"Thank you," Steve hiccupped. "Really, Greta, thank you."

"You're very welcome, sweetheart."

Embracing the older beta again, Steve closed his eyes and scented her. Longing to have her and Abe's scents mingling and lingering together. That was how they should've always been, and now it just left Steve heartbroken.

"I'm really happy for you." Greta rubbed his back, "You deserve this, Steven. You truly do. And I can't wait to see how amazing of a father you're going to be."

"Y'wanna join us on the couch?" Steve offered, gesturing to Sarah and Peggy.

Fidgeting, Greta looked over at the two women who waved her over with kind smiles on their faces. Steve could see that she wasn't so sure, and he got it. He really did. Greta wasn't used to going to gatherings by herself. Steve knew as much from the years that the Erskines had been in his life. But now she didn't have the luxury of having her husband beside her.

So, Steve gave her an out, "I won't be upset if you just want to go home and relax a little."

"Thank you," Greta let out a breath of relief. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," Steve assured. Suggesting, instead, "We can have lunch sometime, alright."

Nodding, Greta leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Bidding her farewell, Steve walked her to the door. He loved Greta and he knew that she loved him too. Greta not wanting to be around a lot of people didn't mean that she didn't, nor did it mean that Steve was going to stop loving her for not wanting to stay. Kissing each other's cheeks, Steve closed the door behind her.

By himself in the hallway, Steve opened the bag and looked at the soft books and a stuffed rabbit who came as a reading buddy. Steve's eyes grew wet again as he thought about the late author. Always wanting kids to be creative and curious, that was Abraham. Perhaps he wanted everyone like that since not all of the gifts were for his wombmate. No, there was an old, distressed book that claimed, Mysteries, Magic, and Mayhem: The Truth of Stark Tower.

I wrote this at my brother's and using his wife's laptop since I left mine at home, lol. So say thank you to my brother and sister-in-law! I hope you're doing well wherever you are! Much love and appreciation Minnie ❤️❤️❤️

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Tre punti d'oro per consolidare il secondo posto.

ROTONDA - NARDO' 0-3

Goals: 2' Guadalupi, 37' Dambros, 60' D'Anna.

ROTONDA: Sakho, Bran (46' Dridi), Callegari, Brunet, Alari, Barile (46' Fusco); Cajazzo (83' Marino Gi.), Timmoneri, Mirante (53' Cardore); Fernandez, Ankovic (67' Leal).

Reserve: Simeoli, Marino Gab., Attye, Kruzikas.

Trainer: Giuseppe Pagana.

NARDO': Viola; Urquiza, Lanzolla, Gennari; Milli, Guadalupi (82' De Giorgi), Gentile (72' dammacco), Ceccarini (78' Ciannamea), Russo J.; D'Anna (70' Ferreira), Dambros (63' Addae).

Reserve: Furnari, De Giorgi, Ingrosso, Dammacco, Ferreira, Cellamare, Ciannamea, Addae, Mariani.

Trainer: Nicola Ragno

Arbitro: Gianluca Guitaldi di Rimini

Assistenti: Domenico Colonna di Vasto e Laura Gasparini di Macerata.

Ammoniti: Ceccarini, Lanzolla, Gennari (N)

Vittoria netta e mai messa in discussione del Nardò sui monti del Pollino contro il Rotonda. Una superiorità affermata sin dal primo minuto con un cross di Guadalupi che si infila sotto la traversa ingannando Sakho.

Il vantaggio repentino permette ai neretini di giocare d'attesa e cercare di rendersi pericolosi sfruttando gli spazi concessi dai bianco-verdi. La strategia sembra funzionare: all'11' D'Anna chiuso da Callegari al momento del tiro. Al 20' gran tiro di Dambros, respinto da Sakho. Al 22' cross radente di D'Anna, Dambros in scivolata manca la deviazione vincente. Due minuti dopo, tiro di Milli respinto dal mucchio in area.

Il Rotonda si fa vedere alla mezzora con un cross di Brunet parato da Viola. Al 32' altro cross pericoloso con Cajazzo ma nessuno impatta.

Si attende il forcing lucano, invece al 35' arriva il raddoppio del Nardò. 2-0. D'Anna imbecca alla perfezione Dambros che insacca alle spalle di Sakho sotto la curva granata.

Il primo tempo sfila con due corner dei padroni di casa con colpi di testa imprecisi.

In apertura di secondo tempo Pagana effettua subito due cambi: dentro Fusco e Dridi per Barile e Bran. Il Rotonda prova l'approccio aggressivo e crea pericoli solo su corner. Svetta Fernandez ma il colpo di testa finisce alto. Cajazzo è ispirato sulla fascia destra, prova a innescare le punte senza successo. Lanzolla e Gennari montano la guardia senza esitazioni.

Il Nardò si difende attivamente innescando continue ripartenze. Al 49' tiro di Dambros in corsa. Fuori.

Al 53' entra Cardore per Mirante e subito si rende pericoloso su corner. Colpo di testa in mischia con pallone in curva. Mentre si attende l'offensiva dei lupi del Pollino arriva il raddoppio neretino.

Al 60' Guadalupi imbecca Dambros che si invola, passa a D'anna che batte Sakho. 3-0.

Il triplo vantaggio ammorbidisce i toni del match anche perchè Ragno manda in campo Ferreira (palo al 70'), Dammacco, Addae e De Giorgi, un autentico parterre de rois subentrato dalla panchina.

Dopo gli ultimi velleitari tentativi di un orgoglioso Rotonda arriva il triplice fischio a sancire la vittoria neretina, il decimo risultato utile di fila, il secondo posto solitario ed un altro clean sheet per Viola. Per il Rotonda nulla di compromesso verso una salvezza tranquilla sui salubri monti del Pollino.

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O disputado Baile da Vogue, realizado na última sexta-feira (10) movimentou o Copacabana Palace, no Rio de Janeiro (RJ). O evento de carnaval mais fashionista do calendário recebeu celebridades e importantes personalidades. Em sua 18ª edição, o baile teve como destaque o red carpet que desfilou looks regados por criatividade.   Para a consultora de moda internacional Noelia Schultz, idealizadora e diretora criativa do canal fashion “SAY MY NAME!”, a aguardada edição do baile promoveu um desfile marcado de tendências fashionistas, com destaque para a cartela de cores que destacou as cores quentes, como vermelho, azul, amarelo, entre outras tonalidades.   “Eu vi que as fantasias estavam pautadas de acordo com a cenografia. Observei muita criatividade dos convidados que transitaram pelo lúdico. O vestuário, os penteados e as maquiagens dos convidados encheram de cor o red carpet do evento”, destacou a especialista.   Com apresentação de Mônica Martelli e Jonathan Azevedo, a festa teve como atrações a cantora Ludmilla, o DJ Pedro Sampaio, o cantor Silva e a bateria da Grande Rio, que animaram a noite dos convidados. Na lista de celebridades estiveram presentes Sabrina Sato, Giovanna Ewbank, Déborah Secco, Carol Bassi, Fernanda Motta, Giovanna Lancellotti, Ticiane Pinheiro, Henri Castelli, Elisa Zarzur, Juliana Paes, Lore Improta, Luiza e Yasmin Brunet, Mariana Ximenes, Chay Suede, Laura Neiva, Cleo Pires, Luisa Sonza, Gkay entre outros nomes.   “Todos os estilistas que vestem as celebridades estão de parabéns, pois mostraram looks regados de leveza, cortes especiais, cores chamativas, brilho. Já estão todos esperando esse grande baile para o próximo ano”, finalizou Noelia Schultz.