Nico/OFC
I never knew (love could be like this)
Okay this is the beginning? I have no idea what I want to do with this or where it might go, but hey.
Rated G (so far) - this is the meet cute

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Nico/OFC
I never knew (love could be like this)
Okay this is the beginning? I have no idea what I want to do with this or where it might go, but hey.
Rated G (so far) - this is the meet cute
so yeah. I haven't posted here in a very very long time. I've been active on my "real" tumblr - but this is my "break through the writing gap by writing 2nd POV or 1st POV self-insert type stuff." I had a lot of years of doing okay but I'm back to struggling. So I wrote a thing. And I'm going to post it. Yes it's hockey rpf. No I'm not sorry. I don't really have followers here, so no one may see it! And that's okay. This is going to be purely for me. xox
DONE DONE DONE
It’s official. I’m unemployed, back in school and FREAKING OUT JUST A BIT. So maybe tomorrow should be a day to write something?!
I think so!
Back Soon
I had to take an Endgame hiatus but I saw it yesterday and I Have ALL THE FEELINGS.
I’m hoping to get some writing in soon but my Calc final is a week from Monday and I am having my final day in my actual career in two weeks and yeah, it’s a lot. But one upside of quitting and making a HUGE change is time to write?
xox
Dream a Little Dream (of me)
This fic was written for @beckzorz and her 1K writing challenge! My prompt was Drive Through. Thank you for being so kind and welcoming to me as I’m coming into this side of the fandom!! *mwah*
[One Shot: Bucky Barnes x Reader, 4679 words, Mature/Explicit Rating]
You’re lying on the couch in the common area, with nothing to do and nowhere to be. It’s a gorgeous day, the first day of Summer, and you’ve got that itch in your bones to get out and get moving. Nat is watching something ridiculous on the enormous TV, Thor’s making cookies and you’re not entirely sure what Bruce and Tony are doing over in the corner, but it involves a fair amount of swearing and the occasional small explosion, but when you look over, there are no visible flames, so you figure they’ve got it under control.
“What the hell is that?” you hear a gruff voice ask, and you sit bolt upright to see Sergeant James Barnes, Bucky to his friends but not to you, not yet, hanging over the back of the sofa where you’ve been lounging, staring at the television.
You’re newer to the team, Tony originally brought you into Stark Industries to work with him on tech design, but you were folded into the Avengers when a latent precognitive talent became not-so-latent after a slight electrocution mishap. You’ve been working closely with Wanda, but it’s a difficult gift, not easily subject to control.
It’s given you one thing, though. You’ve known for a while now what Bucky will be to you, you’re just waiting for him to catch up. You know what you’ve seen.
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This was awesome and soooo well-written, great work
OMG OMG!! Thank you so much!!!
Instead of studying for tomorrow’s midterm...
I am not sure what this is going to be. Seems like there’s more story here to tell, but it may take a while, given everything I have to do in the next three weeks!
This is experimenting with a 3rd person POV, not sure if it’s more of a reader insert or original character. Who knows? Not me! Let me know what you think!
The first time Steve sees her, she’s covered in blood.
He’s pretty sure most of it’s not hers, given the iridescent blue-green shimmer, though she’s got a nasty cut above her left eyebrow. She’s wielding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, and she’s standing over the body of one of this week’s alien invaders, looking very satisfied as she delivers the coup de grâce.
It’s almost sunset — golden hour, he remembers, that’s what they call it — and she’s lit up like a torch, like she’s burning slowly from the inside. She turns as he approaches and gives him a nod.
“Captain.”
Steve curses himself, awkward as always around a beautiful woman. “You need a hand?”
She shrugs, leaps off the body to eye her sword critically before bending over to wipe it down on the grass. Steve can’t look away, watching the shift of her muscles under her skin, the way the light seems to trace the backs of her knees, the curve of her ear.
“I got it,” she says, and then her expression changes. “Fuck,” she shouts, grabbing up the sword and then she’s putting her blade through the neck of another alien that’s somehow gotten too close before Steve can even move.
She kicks the body to the side and Steve just stares at her.
“C’mon, Cap,” she says with a grin, “Keep up. We don’t want to let those flyboys have all the fun,” and then she’s off, running towards the knot of combat to the west, and the only thing Steve can think as he chases after her is Who the hell is that?
The second time he sees her is at a gala that Tony’s hosting. She’s laughing, head thrown back and mouth stretched wide in an unabashed grin, champagne glass tilting precariously, and it’s Bucky making her laugh. Something twists inside of him, something he doesn’t want to examine too closely.
tagging a couple of folks, feel free to ignore!
@polaroid-idiocity @beckzorz @harryngtonewithyourshit
can we, as a society, start to realize that having a phone does NOT mean you HAVE TO BE accsessible to anyone and everyone at ALL times??
My mom threw a fit at me for not answering my phone while i was at my friends place. Kinda hypocritical too, given how much she complains that “youth these days spend to much time on their phones”
My boss was very CLEARLY not satisfied that i only got back to his text hours after he sent it. My friend didnt speak to me for weeks once bc she thought we were having a FIGHT??? bc i didnt reply to her message on facebook? till the day after she sent it??
i HAVE a phone, that doesnt mean i HAVE TO BE availiable whenever ANYONE decides they want me to be???
what the fuck
can people stop assuming they are entiteled to my attention 24/7??
this is so important. people need their alone time & their space. & it doesn’t matter if you see them active on social media, sometimes people just like to scroll through their timeline without talking to anyone for a while. you really can’t expect to have someone’s attention every second of the day, it’s not realistic at all.
Can I also note that commenting on a post is nowhere NEAR as emotionally involved as a 1x1 conversation? So even if your friend is ACTIVELY commenting on social media, they may not have the emotional energy for a direct conversation.
^^^^^^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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As someone who gets easily overwhelmed, same
Welcome to Hello Spring!
A 31-Day, daily fiction short story event, where for every day in May, should you decide to join in, we’ll be writing a short piece based on the day’s prompt. This is both a sharing event and a chance to work out those writing muscles! Without further ado, a foreword:
To keep in mind: (these are kinda rules but not really cause it’s not that deep and formal, this is for fun!)
Don’t have to follow me to participate. Please reblog to help me spread the word.
I’ll be starting May 1st (lord knows i’ll try, no promises!) but you 100% don’t have to if you can’t or don’t want to. If you start these today, mid May or June that’s a-ok.
The idea is to do 31 continuous days, but if you have to skip one that’s totally fine, just continue from where you left off when/if you return to writing them.
Short Stories = 450 words. You can always write more if you want, I’m not going to stop your inspiration! 450 words is about 6 paragraphs! You can do it! I believe in you!
If you write more, please use the Read More feature. Reach out to me if you don’t know how and I’ll explain it! This makes it kinder to people’s dashboards.
You can link all the prompts to each other, meaning one can be a part one to any other following day. In fact one could be part three to something you already have going on. Go wild!
Open to every fandom, just don’t do real people (like the IRL actors that play fictional parts) it can also be non-character specific (example a journal entry that doesn’t tell us who wrote it).
You can write in any format you want: AU’s are 100% welcomed, Headcanon lists, TFLN style, Journal Entry style with or without specifying character (just don’t make personal entries like about yourself IRL)
please tag me (@itsbuckysworld) in your pieces! and include #IBW: Hello Spring 2019 in the first five tags. You can also help yourself and myself keep track of which day you’re doing by specifying so, somewhere in the post and by tagging it with #ibwhellospringdayX with the number of the day’s prompt.
This is zero commitment! I’ll try to reblog all the ones i spot on a sideblog for this event to keep this one more marvel centered (@ibwhellospring) just have fun and practice your writing!
PROMPT LIST UNDER THE CUT!
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You know that moment...
when you’re, like, why the FUCK am I wearing a bra and then you take off your bra and it’s like
Pizza Night (one-shot)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Words: 1967 Summary: What makes this pizza night different from all other pizza nights? A/N: Happy holidays ;-) Something of a companion piece to Snowed In (thematically, anyway). Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think.
The third Sunday of every month is pizza night at the compound. Tony gets pizza delivered straight from the city, usually from a different place every month, for absolutely everyone—janitors, Avengers, programmers, medics, doctors, physical therapists…
And you.
Pizza night is one of your favorite traditions here. It’s less classy than the cocktail party-type get-togethers that Tony likes to throw; no mixed drinks, just water, soda, and beer for those inclined. And yes, you do like getting dressed up once in a while, but there’s effort involved, and your job is enough work, thank you very much.
Unwinding without expectations is nice.
Also, pizza.
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OMG OMG OMG I LOVE THIS!!
I love the pacing, and the descriptions are so rich for being a short one-shot! I love the anticipation and the acknowledgment of Bucky’s history, and the hopefulness of this!! Yay!!
Instead of studying for tomorrow’s midterm...
I am not sure what this is going to be. Seems like there’s more story here to tell, but it may take a while, given everything I have to do in the next three weeks!
This is experimenting with a 3rd person POV, not sure if it’s more of a reader insert or original character. Who knows? Not me! Let me know what you think!
The first time Steve sees her, she’s covered in blood.
He’s pretty sure most of it’s not hers, given the iridescent blue-green shimmer, though she’s got a nasty cut above her left eyebrow. She’s wielding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, and she’s standing over the body of one of this week’s alien invaders, looking very satisfied as she delivers the coup de grâce.
It’s almost sunset — golden hour, he remembers, that’s what they call it — and she’s lit up like a torch, like she’s burning slowly from the inside. She turns as he approaches and gives him a nod.
“Captain.”
Steve curses himself, awkward as always around a beautiful woman. “You need a hand?”
She shrugs, leaps off the body to eye her sword critically before bending over to wipe it down on the grass. Steve can’t look away, watching the shift of her muscles under her skin, the way the light seems to trace the backs of her knees, the curve of her ear.
“I got it,” she says, and then her expression changes. “Fuck,” she shouts, grabbing up the sword and then she’s putting her blade through the neck of another alien that’s somehow gotten too close before Steve can even move.
She kicks the body to the side and Steve just stares at her.
“C’mon, Cap,” she says with a grin, “Keep up. We don’t want to let those flyboys have all the fun,” and then she’s off, running towards the knot of combat to the west, and the only thing Steve can think as he chases after her is Who the hell is that?
The second time he sees her is at a gala that Tony’s hosting. She’s laughing, head thrown back and mouth stretched wide in an unabashed grin, champagne glass tilting precariously, and it’s Bucky making her laugh. Something twists inside of him, something he doesn’t want to examine too closely.
Avengers: Infinity War characters + their last words
Chris Evans and Mark Ruffalo take a Buzzfeed quiz
@floragardenfic i made another one, I’m so sorry
(oh btw, go read this as well I’ll let you read it, I ain’t no spoiler!)
WHY APOLOGIZE? NO DO NOT APOLOGIZE omg I LOVE LOVE LOVE!!
:-D I had another thing I wanted to finish today but sadly it didn’t happen and now I have to go to calculus class!
We’ll Meet Again
💜💜💜
Extraction
“Captain? Captain Rogers? Captain, report!”
The crackle over the comms sounded far away, but the voice was still so familiar. Steve groaned, pushing himself up and balking at the mayhem. Smoke billowed from crashed vehicles, people were running around, screaming and panicking. His body ached, protesting the impact of being blown into a car by a shockwave. There were times when he missed it, a sense of nostalgia attached to feeling pain, to feeling human.
“Steve! Sound off, or I’m coming to get you!”
“You better do it, Steve, she’s looking like she might do something you’d approve of,” came Maria Hill’s voice, still a little garbled over the shaky line. “Like, I don’t know, jumping off a moving air craft. Hey! Sit down!”
Steve laughed, a sound that turned into a groan when his ribs protested. “’M here. Just… had a run in with a car. Where’s Sam and Wanda?”
“They’re fine. Wanda’s got a banged up wrist, Sam’s air lifting them out of there,” you told him. “Backup is ten minutes out, they’ll get you out of there before they move in, but we need you to evacuate from the area.”
“What about casualties?”
“Stark’s sending reinforcements,” Maria supplied, “just haul ass out of there, we’ve got a good extraction point three blocks away, but you gotta move now.”
With a succinct “copy”, Steve got up, feeling joints crack as he stretched. It was supposed to be a simple recon mission. Go in, surveil, gather intel. For obvious reasons, he didn’t have his shield, or most of his gear. The nanotech ballistic fabric Stark had approved for testing had done a good job withstanding the blast, but Steve knew his ribs would still ache by the time they got home, and you would insist on sending him to the medbay for a check-up.
Wincing, he jogged through the streets, zigzagging between cars to avoid any possible hostiles that could still be in the area. God, they really needed to start questioning intel more. He’d make it a New Years resolution. Or a mid-year resolution. Bucky would fall to his knees and praise whatever higher power available for that insight, Steve knew it, and he also knew he’d never hear the end of it from his friend when inevitably they found themselves in trouble again after charging into battle because of lacking intel.
“Take a left at the next intersection, and you’re there. Back up will arrive in three minutes,” you updated him, and Steve sprinted the last thirty yards, turning and spotting a dinged up bus stop shelter.
Three minutes stretched out like an eternity. Steve felt like his body was going into a cramp, tensing up every time a distant boom sounded. The streets seemed so much more menacing when deserted, cars abandoned with their doors open, sirens blaring from all directions, smoke rising towards the sky. When the large humvee turned the corner a block away, Steve almost broke into a run, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
“Someone called for a ride?” Clint popped up from the hatch in the roof, shooting him a grin.
“Jesus, you guys are worse than Uber. Can’t even pick me up from my original location,” Steve laughed, pulling Clint into a brief hug when the man jumped down from the roof, while the rest of the team poured out from the doors like clowns out a VW bug
“Gotta stand apart from the competition, Cap. And I can guarantee you that Uber won’t come pick you up from an active battlezone.”
“Barton, if you keep encouraging him, I will end you.”
Clint merely laughed, jogging after the team. Steve climed into the car and was sped out of the city to the sound of screeching tires. His heartbeath calmed, but his muscles still refused to relax. The driver, a rookie agent named Collins, had to have the patience of a saint because she never once commented on the way Steve tapped his fingers against the door panel or jiggled his leg. Well out of the city, they veered towards a wooded area that opened up into a clearing, the quinjet waiting for them. You stood on the opened hatch, arms crossed over your chest. Steve smiled, waving of Collins and walking up to you with a smile on his face.
“I can’t let you go anywhere, mr. Rogers,” you remarked, feigning disappointment.
Steve pulled you into a hug, laying a soft kiss to your lips and melting into your warmth. “No, you can’t, mrs. Rogers.”
Holy shiznuggets I’m in love. 😭🖤
Oooo I loved this!! Very fun and tense!! So much packed in here!
Today’s List of Good Things
Got some cleaning done!
Did some writing?!
Had a great cup of coffee!
TWO CUPS OF COFFEE ACTUALLY
I have a spectacular sandwich AND left-over dessert from last night
It’s a warm and windy spring day
Whoever is singing in the woods behind my house has a really nice voice
We’ll Meet Again
(Part 2 of I’ll Be Seeing You 860ish words, only fluff)
It’s Christmas Eve, and you’re closing early. It’s snowing outside, the world made new and softer in the falling white. You’re looking forward to 6 days off, before reopening for your annual New Year’s Eve Bash, and you can’t wait. You wave off the last of your customers and give a sigh of relief.
You’re just closing out the till when you hear the sound of the door opening. You turn, the greeting on your lips dying when you take it the man standing there.
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reblogging to tag a couple of people FEEL FREE TO IGNORE AHHHH
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