#maya does a thing

[cable-knit-sweater]

Moodboard created by cable-knit-sweater

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: modern AU, meet-cute, caught in the rain, fluff

For: @motorboo 💖 I hope you like it!!!

Raffle: Misfit's Raffle, hosted by @jro616

Ficlet under the cut.

It’s pouring rain when Bucky leaves work, so instead of trying to brave the weather and make it to the closest subway station, he hails a cab. The only problem is, that right when he sits down, a guy sits down in the seat next to him. They look at each other for a moment - the guy, soaking wet, gives him a crooked smile.

“We could share?” He asks, looking hopeful. “If you don’t mind, of course.”

Bucky really doesn’t want to go out in the rain again and he’d feel bad if he said no. Plus, the guy is nice, polite - something you don’t see every day in New York. Bucky isn’t about to be rude in return.

“Yeah, why not,” he says, smiling back at the guy.

The first couple of minutes of the drive are awkwardly quiet, neither of them saying anything apart from Bucky giving the driver his address.

“Brooklyn huh?” the guy says then, and they end up talking about the borough. The guy, Steve, apparently lives there too, grew up there, just like Bucky.

He’s nice to talk to. Steve gestures a lot with his hands as he talks, which Bucky finds cute. It’s not the only thing he finds cute. Well, cute isn’t exactly the right word. Even soaking wet because of the rain, Steve is gorgeous. Straight out of one of Bucky’s dreams. Or, not so straight, he hopes.

Maybe he’s even more beautiful because of the rain - the wet hair he keeps pushing back in a way that makes Bucky’s fingers itch, the way his wet, ridiculously long lashes, call even more attention to beautiful green-blue eyes. He finds himself staring at Steve, a little enraptured.

When the driver announces they’re at Bucky’s place, he’s kind of disappointed. He could talk to Steve for hours.

Bucky takes out his wallet and is about to pay, when Steve puts his hand on Bucky’s.

“Wait, let me get it,” he says, “it’s the least I can do.”

It’s kind, but Bucky wouldn’t feel right letting Steve pay for the entire trip. “We could just split it?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Okay, okay, let’s do that.”

Bucky takes out a couple of bills and hands them over to the driver. When he looks at Steve, he sees him look a little panicked.

“What’s wrong?”

Steve flushes. “I uhm- I might have….fuck.” He shakes his head, water droplets shaking out of his hair. “I left my wallet in my suit jacket. Which I left at the office.”

Bucky bites his lip trying not to laugh. “That’s okay, I can just…let me just give you the money for the rest of the trip.”

“No, no I can’t do that, I can’t ask you to do that,” Steve says vehemently.

Before Bucky can tell him he doesn’t need to ask - surprising himself for wanting to help out a complete stranger like this - Steve gives him a sheepish look.

“I might have also…my keys are in my suit jacket too.”

He should probably consider that this is some sort of con, that Steve is tricking him somehow. But for some reason, he trusts Steve. He counts out a couple more bills to hand over to the driver - who’s sighing impatiently by now.

“Come on,” Bucky says. “You can stay the night, figure out your situation in the morning.” It feels like the right thing to do.

“No, no I couldn’t impose on you like that, I’ll just-“ Steve says, looking a little lost.

Bucky raises an eyebrow at him. “You’ll just go back to the city?”

Steve deflates a little at that, and Bucky really feels sorry for him now.

“Come on,” he repeats, “I promise you’re not putting me out.”

Finally, Steve caves. He follows Bucky out of the cab and up to his apartment, where they’re greeted by an annoyed Alpine. It is past her usual dinner time, so Bucky makes his apologies, flushing a little when he notices Steve watching him.

Bucky tells Steve to make himself comfortable while he makes some tea, which they have in the living room sitting across from each other - Steve on the couch, Bucky in his favorite chair (even if it’s littered with little white hairs that seem to make their way onto everything Bucky owns).

They end up talking more, until deep into the night. When they’ve both started to yawn every 5 seconds, Bucky decides it’s time for bed. He almost invites Steve to join him in bed, but that seems a little forward even to him. Steve gets settled on the couch instead, and they say their good nights.

When Bucky wakes up in the morning, a little bleary eyed, he immediately knows there’s no one in his apartment apart from him and Alpine. His suspicions are proven correct when he makes his way into the living room, where a blanket is neatly folded on top of the couch.

It makes him a little sad. He should have asked for Steve’s phone number, would’ve liked to have said goodbye. He’s more than a little disappointed that Steve just left.

After having had such a short night, he has a rough day at work. It feels endless, he’s exhausted, and he’s not in a good mood, no matter how much coffee he drinks throughout the day.

When he gets home that night, he thinks the day is pretty much a write off. Until he gets to his front door, where a vase of gorgeous pink flowers is waiting for him.

There’s a card there. “Thank you for everything,” it says, in flowing cursive, “Call me?”. There’s a phone number at the bottom of the card and Steve’s name. Bucky can’t help but smile.

Maybe this day can be saved after all.

[puppppppppy]

who is your favorite AA character? 👁️👁️

ziska… I hope capcom brings her back someday

[ministarfruit]

thinking about mia and maya

[voidsuites]

i want your time (don’t ask me questions)

“SORRY… just give me a sec,” the blond man above you huffs, muscular arms on both sides of your head as he keeps himself propped above you. he adjusts on his elbows with a small grunt, eyes narrowed in enough frustration to create that familiar little crease between his brows. “one second, i promise.”

he’s making you— your body, really— wait. not intentionally, of course, but it’s happening regardless. there’s been a handful of moments in art’s life where his body’s put him in this kind of position; freezing under pressure when he needs it to perform.

it’d happened the night he’d asked tashi to be his coach— she’d said yes, they’d gone back to her hotel room, things had gotten heavy— but of course he’d got caught up in his head and things hadn’t… risen to the occasion. they’d gotten there eventually with tashi’s encouragement, but it’s just humiliating that it’d happened then— and now it’s happening again.

tashi had always been able to coax it out of art with her no-nonsense outlook, and before her it’d been patrick and his devil-may-care attitude. they both knew how to read him in their own unique ways, whatever needed to get done to get art where he needed to be and to get things over the finish line.

so maybe he’s still figuring things out— figuring you out. where you fit in into all of this… whatever role you’re meant to play in the twisted process of getting art out of his own head. are you going to coach him up or goad him into oblivion?

“i’m sorry,” he hisses again, and with another grunt he drops to the mattress beside you and lays flat on his back. it takes all of the strength within him not to just fist his fingers into his hair and pull it out in clumps. “fuck.”

he can’t bear to look at you; you’re probably looking at him like he’s some broken thing that you hadn’t signed up for when you agreed to go steady. you’re younger— younger than he’d normally go for considering he’s got lily and the tabloids are always looking for a reason to follow him around— but you’re an angel and he’s been awful with saying no to the things he can’t have now that he’s retired and single.

long gone are the days of “earning” breaks from trainings and longing looks at the things not on his diet plan (no more need to sneak fries from lily’s happy meals) but what good is having the freedom to do and have what he wants when he can’t even get it up?

you’d signed up for art donaldson, not some middle-aged guy who can’t get it together and make his partner feel just as good as they do with him. what good was his body if it couldn’t perform? he couldn’t be there for patrick, couldn’t continue playing for tashi—

art stands in a huff and pulls the waistband of his briefs up over his hips before his hands rest on his hips. he starts pacing the length of the bed, but not without looking your way guiltily while you pull the bedsheets up over yourself and make his stomach plunge. damnit, donaldson.

“i-it’s not you,” he reasons, because it’s the truth, “it’s me. i can’t get out of my damn head—”

“art,” you try and cut in, but he’s not having it. not when he’s like this. “art, babe, what’s wrong—”

oh, god… here we go again. stop asking questions. “nothing, just give me a second—”

“— art, hold on—” stop prying, stop trying to find a way in—

“— this happens sometimes. i promise it’s not you—”

“art.” he barely has time to protest again when your hand clamps around his wrist, nor does he try to. your eyes have gone wide as they plead for him to make sense; to put words to thoughts and actions to those words. “… baby. talk to me.”

and he melts, broad shoulders sagging before he drops back to the mattress. it should be worrisome to see a man like him practically cave in on himself when he lays back on the mattress, but it’s the rare side of art donaldson that the media doesn’t get a glimpse of. here in this moment, he’s less of the unshakable tennis mogul the public knows him for and more of the mortal man desperate for comfort that lies beneath.

“will you… will you hold me?” art asks eventually, swallowing tightly when he looks over in your direction again. you’d think he’d asked for the impossible with the way he holds himself; hunched shoulders, downcast eyes, and blunt nails digging into the heels of his palms. “please?”

he doesn’t know how you’ll react— if you’ll laugh at such a request, scoff and look at him with disdain— but none of that comes. instead, you scoot his way and let your arms wind around him and your chin settle into the crook of his shoulder.

“i can do that,” you whisper. gentle fingers trace the skin of his side, over the dips and grooves of his ribs. “whatever you need— whatever you want.”

he swallows again, ignoring the guilt in his chest as he nods. “okay.” he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t waiting for the “but” to leave you; waiting for the other shoe to fall in return for your patience… but it doesn’t. it’s not going to. maybe that’s where you fit into all of this: being the unwavering support that allows him to bend even when it goes against all expectation.

his calloused fingers curl around your own after another stroke over his torso, and slowly but surely he brings them to his lips to press a kiss over your knuckles. “i love you.”

if he can’t show it to you by following you blindly for years on end or by winning you endless slam titles to prove it, maybe the words are enough. maybe they can be enough, this time.

and maybe he can be enough too. no more tennis to eat up all his time (even if he misses it on occasion) just the things that are important and matter. lily, the foundation, you… and everything else he’ll keep himself open to.

“i love you too.” art’s sure his sigh of relief doesn’t go unnoticed by you, considering the early hour and the air of silence that accompanies it in moments like this. you shift closer and—

… oh. there we go. a snort leaves the blond as he shakes his head, glancing down briefly before he turns to you with that boyish grin of his.

“… were you still up for another round?”

[pockyfr0g]

funny doodle

[dergshadow]

Boom

Hmmmmm

THEYRE ALIVE! WOOO

[eclipsedrawsthings]

People seemed to really like that last Ella Enchanted AU drawing, so I did some more! Shoutout to Phoenix’s hair for forcing me to get better at perspective XD

And like, yes, that first exchange was technically with Hattie in the movie, but like… it was too perfect.

[mayamelodyegg]

more creaks and croaks (hey!!! theres susie attempts in here !!!!)

[al-luviec]

compiled whatever this is (and I run out of tag space)

meh HoT gifs (3/?)

[spookystarfishzombie]

[cable-knit-sweater]

Moodboard for so don’t go (wasting all our feelings)

Created by @cable-knit-sweater Fic by @buckyismybicycle & @cable-knit-sweater | Art by @mxaether

[silentsialia]

I told myself I wouldn't be doomposting about F1 Academy but that was actually a lie. What are these teams doing to Maya. She scored points in FRECA so why is she doing 2 years in a racing series that's below it? Like she's already shown she can be competitive in a faster racing racing series. Could nobody in Ferrari's development programme secure her a seat anywhere? What is the end goal here?

[wisteriamemory]

Tiny OVA gfs

[mayasdeluca]

You wanted proof? Here’s your proof.

[metaphorical-goblin]

I love Trucy so much but I’m just thinking about her and Phoenix’s first couple of months living together

Trucy moves so silently (“she’s like… the twins from that scary movie”), so Phoenix either has his eye on her constantly so she won’t get into trouble (or hurt herself) or

“Hello Daddy.”

SHIT— has to restraint himself from flinging what he’s holding into the nearest wall, “o-oh! Hey Trucy!”

Staring at him with her All Seeing Eyes, “do you want to see something cool.”

Oh— oh god please don’t let it be a body. Do we have mice? Did she catch a mouse??? “Oh, yeah, sure thing kiddo.”

Tenderly takes him by the hand and pulls him into her room, “I organized all my socks by color.”

“…oh. Wow. Cool!”

“I also organized all my construction paper by color but that seemed less important at the time”

“Uh-…huh”

AND AN ASIDE I THINK ITS VERY IMPORTANT that Phoenix takes EVERYTHING IN STRIDE, like yessss king, water off a ducks back, this is your child now

[the-fire-might-be-shooting-at-us]

Okay because as a lesbian (maybe idk don't ask I just kiss women) and just as a queer person in general I really have seen a lot of queer characters centred around their relationships.

Obviously, I haven't seen a lot of queer rep itself, because wlw rep is still something that should be worked on, but I really just want to see lesbians existing. I want to see a queer woman have friends and live her life and work and laugh and joke and act like a normal human who isn't centred around kissing women. That's important to me because I want to know that it's normal, that it's just another thing about me, that it isn't something that defines all of me and that I'm still me outside of it. This is something that people who are in dangerous living situations don't often have, or even just closeted people.

I want Robin to have a girlfriend, but I also want her to have friends and click with people and have a platonic soulmate, because I want to know that she isn't just the one lesbian rep with a gf. I want to know that that's not just what she is.

Because her being more than that, her being worth more and just a fully fleshed out character would be the best possible wlw representation Stranger Things would give.

Also let her kiss Nancy just a little bit for me pls