Happy Birthday To Our Space Princess On What Would’ve Been Her 62nd Birthday. We Miss And Love You

Steve Rogers/Captain America Imagine

Title: When We Were Young Character: Steve X Fem!Reader Song to listen to (if any): When We Were Young by Adele Summary: After a shower, reader looks at all of the scars on her body from the war and remembers herself and Steve at that time. //

Y/N took a step out of the shower, quickly reaching for a towel as the cold, sharp air hit her naked body.

Drying herself off, she stared at the ugly, vulgar reminders of her time during the war, most of the scars on her body reflected everything she hated about herself. How many innocent lives she killed, how she always thought what she was doing was the right thing.

She let a small smile form on her face, remembering the first time she saw the star spangled man with a plan, it seemed like so long ago-when they were young.

She chuckled, how could she have been so blind to not realise the love she had for him the moment she saw him? How could she think that what she was doing was right?

‘You look like a movie You sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young’

She let a tear slip from her eye, something she had been doing a lot lately. Steve was so important to her, and she couldn’t believe how he had dismissed everything she had done-everything she once was.

'I was so scared to face my fears Nobody told me that you’d be here’

After she was put under the ice, she never dreamed of seeing him again-and then she met Tony Stark around 70 years later-heck, that was a crazy day.

Y/N and Steve soon reunited, she remembered that, too.

Y/N was so fortunate to have the Avengers in her life, the way Tony took her in, how Wanda treated her so kindly, how Clint watched out for her, how Natasha would take a bullet for her, how Buck would never let her go anywhere without protection.

She was most fortunate for Steve, how he loved her, and how she loved him.

She ran the soft towel over her rough skin and touched on one scar that she’d never forget about- the day her and Steve got married and someone just decided to blow something up. She grinned again, and let out a small, but loud laugh.

“Doll, are you okay?”, Y/N shot her head up at the sound of Steve’s voice rang through her ears.

“Yeah, I’m alright-be out in a second!”

She pulled the towel around herself tight and unlocked the door, meeting the eyes of her captain.

'You still look like a movie You still sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young’

//

This was my first little imagine that I’ve written, so if you so happen to be reading this, I hoped you enjoyed! I don’t write too much, but if you’d like to request or pop in an idea for any fandom whatsoever I’d be grateful! Cheers 😄 ~Alannah.

Cheering him up

Cheering him up

Bucky Barnes x reader

Prompt: “Could you do a Bucky X Reader in which he’s feeling down and the reader comforts him? Eventually it just ends up with them accidentally falling asleep with each other and Steve finds them all cuddled up.”

Notes: this is my first Bucky x reader fanfic so it my be a bit rough around the edges if you know what I mean. 

Warnings: one (kinda) swear?

You just arrived back from a single mission in Afghanistan to find the avengers headquarters empty. Most of the avengers (Steve, Tony, Natasha, Sam, Vision, Wanda) were all in Taiwan for a Gruesome battle against a terrorist organization. Your latest mission was to track down that terrorist organization and find out where they would be going next, which is Taiwan (obviously).

You sighed and exited the jet into the empty dim locker room. Quickly you took off your uniform and washed off the dirt and dried red blood from your clothing and skin. After your shower you changed into your favorite pair of yoga pants and an old tank top. You pulled on a hoodie and left the room and into the lounge area.

You heard a large thunder clap and your head snapped toward the window. It was now raining several hard on the window and a bright light of lightning lit up the film sky.

“Thank god the storm started now,” you absolutely hated flying the quinjet in a thunderstorm ever since you crashed one after a strike hit you. You were about to flop yourself on the couch when you heard something crash in the hallway. You ran to the bar and grabbed the gun that was underneath the granite countertop.

It’s probably just the wind blowing something over you thought to yourself as you started to walk down the hall quietly. You felt a light breeze coming from a room across from Steve’s room and decided that’s where the noise came from. Breathing in quietly you approached the room, you lodged your gun and barged into the room with your gun raised.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry Bucky, I didn’t think you were here,” you dropped the gun in your hand and walked over to Bucky who was looking through a book.

“It’s fine (y/n), it has happened a few times here,” Bucky said as he looked up from his book. You looked into Bucky’s eye they seemed red like they have been crying.

“Have you been crying,” you said kindly as you took a seat next to him on the couch.

“No I just uh watched a sad movie that’s all,” you rolled your eyes as you looked at the tv remote which is in the same place as it always was.

“You can trust me Buck. You don’t need to lie to me.”

“Ok maybe i’ve been crying but it’s just because I’m just feeling down at the moment,” he said as he put his book down of the table beside him.

“Can I cheer you up in anyway,” you said with a smile.

“No.”

Your smile turned into a frown and you turned on the tv near his bed again, “well I am going to cheer you up somehow,” Bucky sighed as you got up and sat on his bed. He turned around to see what you were doing.

“What the hell are you doing (y/n)?”

“Buying the entire Star Wars movie collection so we can watch them together,” you pronounced with a smirk.

“What the heck is Star Wars,”you groaned and put your head in your hands.  

“I don’t know, maybe just the best movie trilogy ever!,” you got up from the bed and grabbed Bucky’s hand pulled him onto the bed so that he could see the movie screen.

“Whatever, at least I get to stop reading that book. Steve said I should read it and it sucks,” you laughed and the both of you leaned against the headboard of his bed.

The two of you stayed up late watching the movie trilogy. Most of the night was very quiet but there was the occasional gasp and laugh from Bucky but nothing compared to when he found out who Luke’s father was. He almost fell out of his seat next to you.

It was around 1:30 in the morning when Bucky and you fell asleep on his bed. You rested his head on his shoulder while Bucky slept with his arms around you and his head up. Your goal was fulfilled you have cheered Bucky up.

+++++

It was the early morning, you and Bucky were still fast asleep but the rest of the Avengers had just arrived back from Taiwan.

Steve walked back to his room quietly still wearing his now dirty uniform. He stood still in his doorway once he heard the Star Wars theme music coming from Buckys room.

He peaked inside the room, wondering why Bucky would be watching Star Wars and found you and Bucky were still asleep. Steve blushed as he saw the both of you together and went back into his room smirking.

“Damn buck you have always been the lady’s man.”

What the hell is even going on this week…?

Star Wars fans are up in arms about the… well, questionable decisions made in Rise Of Skywalker. It did, however, have the strange and almost unprecidented effect of uniting shippers and antis against a common enemy (JJ).

The film adaptation of Cats was not so divisive… but holy cow… what the… I mean… what.

Misha Collins had hip replacement surgery for dysplasia.

J.K. Rowling messed up big time, causing thousands of people to claim that Hatsune Miku is the actual author of the Harry Potter series.

The conservative-heavy U.K. Parliament backed a deal for Brexit to go through at the end of January.

An asteroid three times as tall as the Great Pyramid of Giza just scraped by our planet.

Donald Trump was impeached. Only he wasn't? Or he was, but might not be? Or he is and probably won't be removed from office? Or he will be removed from office and we'll end up with Pence as president instead? Or Pence won't become president, because Trump's entire cabinet goes with him? What is going on?

In other "presidential" news, after Greta Thunberg was named Time Magazine's Person Of The Year, Trump's 2020 campaign Twitter account posted a picture of the magazine cover with Trump's face pasted over Greta's.

There was a reported Wawa data breach that exposed customer credit / debit card numbers, expiration dates, and cardholder names at potentially all their store gas pumps and registers.

The private information of over 267 million Facebook users was reportedly exposed online.

India is in turmoil over a controversial citizenship law.

But also…

The Democratic debate was a mostly-civil affair.

Germany banned "conversion therapy" for minors.

The FDA has issued approval for an ebola vaccine.

Scientists in Brazil have successfully 3-D bio-printed a functioning human mini-liver.

Sebastian Stan modeled for Men's Health Magazine (and the internet melted).

It was discovered that the US government has listed the fictional nation of Wakanda as a trade partner.

NASA has confirmed the existence of a new class of planets called "super-puffs," which have the density of cotton candy.

Virginia biochemist, Camille Schrier, was crowned Miss America after putting on a lab coat and giving "a colorful chemistry demonstration of the catalytic decomposition of hydrogen peroxide" onstage.

…

I mean, what is going on here? It's like 2019 forgot to do a bunch of stuff, so now it's piling it all up at the end and shoving it at 2020 like

What We Missed (End)

Summary: It finally happens. 

Word Count: 564

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

It was out of your control, your hand had a mind of its own. It slammed the door right in the man’s face. The man you had spend that night with almost two weeks ago. The man in the pictures that you had in your phone. That man.

He was now standing just outside of your apartment and if you guessed correctly, looked just as surprised as you were.

Wincing once you realized that you had closed the door without a word, you open it and can’t help but to feel relieved when you see that he is still there, hands in his pockets, looking like he’s seen a ghost. But you are probably a reflection of him as well.

“H-How did you find me?” you ask.

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MYTHOLOGY: Creatures of Myth

Real

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky writes a list on how not to lose you and you find it in the back pocket of his jeans. Requested by anonymous, a fic based on the song Tell Her You Love Her by Echosmith.

Words: 1.6k+

Warnings: Nightmare (just one, brief). It’s all fluff here, folks!

A/N: I wrote this on my iPad on iNotes lololol. Thank you thank you thank you to my bae @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping me out when I was stuck. Without you, this fic wouldn’t have happened. Hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think :):):)

Bucky had a hard time readjusting when Steve brought him to the tower merely 2 years after he had chosen to go back under, despite being constantly reassured that the only reason Steve had brought him back was because he was confident in new technology that could help reset Bucky’s mind. And it had done the job well. Simple words could no longer trigger the super soldier. But there was nothing they could do for his memories. Those would stay for as long as they wanted. He was plagued by nightmares, but he eventually found solace. In you.

It was an accident, really, how it all started. You were just heading down to the gym on a restless night when you heard grunts and pleas coming from behind his door. At the time, he was still adjusting to being around so many new people. He would mostly hang out with Steve, but when Steve wasn’t around he kept to himself. Never being outright rude or impolite, just quiet. So when you heard him struggling on your way to the gym, you made a split second decision to open the door, the urgency of his pleas leaving no time for you to second guess what you were about to do. When you got to his bedroom, you didn’t even bother knocking, you just opened the door and ran to him. His eyes were shut tight, sweat beading on his forehead, his arms gripping the sheets as his whole body thrashed against the mattress. You were careful but urgent in your attempts to wake him up, his screams of pain growing too much for you to bear. So you slowly placed a hand on his forehead and whispered his name. His face scrunched up in confusion, little lines forming between his eyebrows, but his eyes stayed shut and his breathing was still erratic. So you repeated his name over and over again, gradually raising your voice, until his body relaxed and his eyes finally fluttered open. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion before a flicker of recognition flitted across his eyes and he finally registered who was sitting on the bed next to him. You slowly lifted your palm from his forehead and started running your fingers through his damp hair. You stayed like that, gazes never breaking, until his breathing completely calmed. “You okay?” You kept your voice low so as not to frighten him. He nodded slowly and your lips lifted into a gentle smile before you got up from where you were perched on the bed and started making your way to his bedroom door. Before you could leave his room though, he called out your name. Turning around, your eyes met his once more, “Yeah?” A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. A real smile though, not the forced polite ones he’d given everyone on the team when he first arrived. “Thank you, [Y/N]”

After that night you two slowly grew more comfortable around each other until eventually he started confiding in you. About the things he’d done, the nightmares that plagued him, his fears. And when he finally did get more comfortable with your presence, a side of him came out that you could only assume was akin to what he was like in the 40’s. Playful, funny and charming. Somewhere along the line, you had completely fallen. He had been through so much and yet he had come out of it the kindest, most considerate man you’d ever known. In a new world, where the people were different and the customs had changed drastically, he had adjusted so well. His presence became a constant in your life and besides Nat, he was your best friend. So you tried your best to tamp it down, hoping it was just a passing thing. It made sense you would develop a little crush right? He was built like an Adonis after all, you weren’t immune to that. It didn’t help your case that you would sometimes catch him looking at you with longing in his eyes. He never made a move though. You suspected he was afraid of losing your friendship in the case you didn’t want him like he wanted you. So one day, when you two were watching a movie in his room, his arm draped across your shoulders, you decided to throw caution to the wind and finally take what you had wanted for so long. So you grabbed the remote and pressed pause. He looked at you with a playful smile and lifted an eyebrow, “Bathroom again?” He was poking fun at your ridiculously tiny bladder. You shook your head at him, a smirk on your lips. “Nope. Just tired of waiting.” His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Waiting for what?” “For you to make a move.” And then you were crashing your lips onto his. He reacted almost instantly despite his initial shock. And when he really registered what was happening, his hands came up to cup your face, tilting your head and taking control of the kiss. His lips were firm and soft against yours and it was everything you had wanted for so long and so much more. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, asking for permission that you quickly granted him. He explored your mouth fervently and you sighed at the feel of him, your hands flying to the front of his shirt. When the burning in your lungs got too uncomfortable, you parted for air, your eyes fluttering open and meeting his slightly darkened ones. He grinned. “I’m really glad you did that.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Well someone has to have balls in this relationship.” He threw his head back laughing wholeheartedly and your heart danced at the sound. You joined him, overcome with joy.

7 months later, you were doing his laundry when you found a crumpled up note in the back pocket of his pants. Bucky had recently moved into the same living quarters as you. It wasn’t something you guys had talked about, it just happened. He was finding it harder and harder to sleep alone in his room when he knew what it felt like to fall asleep holding onto you. Besides, he was your boyfriend and you guys weren’t trying to hide it from the team any longer. You were never good at that anyway, anyone with eyes could tell. Unfolding the note, you found it was a list. Scrawled in his messy handwriting, it read:

1. Treat her better, make sure to see it through 2 Don’t be just everything she wants, be everything she needs 3. Don’t run away when you get tired 4. When she says she needs you, tell her you need her too 5. Tell her she’s lovely 6. Always tell her the truth 7. When she says she loves you, tell her you love her too

You scrunched up your nose at the cheesiness, but found yourself smiling anyway. The words sounded familiar to you, you were pretty sure they were lyrics to a popular song right now, you just didn’t know which one. “Buck!” You yelled over the sound of the tv program he was watching in the living room. He came strolling in, “Need some he-” his words cut off when he saw what you were holding in your hands. You smiled. “I’m just curious”, you assured him. He shuffled on his feet and put his hands in his pockets, something you only every saw him do when he was nervous or uncomfortable. “I-I was just getting groceries last week when I heard this song. Sam gave me a notepad with his grocery list on it, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to write them down, seemed like good advice.” You slowly approached him. “What for?”, you asked quietly, even though you already had an idea. He sighed. “I’ve never been a serious relationship person, not even back then. And now dating’s even more crazy. Tinder? How is that a thing?” You chuckled. Trying to find your significant other purely by looks and a short bio did seem a little unconventional, even to you, a millennial. “And I don’t want to mess this up, [Y/N]. It’s too good, you’re too good”, he continued, his gaze dropping to his feet. You cupped his face and forced him to look back at you. You smiled before speaking. “You’re not going to mess this up. You’re the best man I know, don’t underestimate yourself. We’ve been doing fine so far, don’t you think? Actually, in my most humble opinion, we’ve been doing amazing. I love you so much. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, and if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of my days proving it to you until you believe it.” His face split into the biggest grin you’d ever seen and he let out a breathless chuckle. “I love you, I love you so much. I’m not sure you’re even real sometimes.” You beamed at him and pressed your lips against his, capturing them in a toe curling kiss. When you pulled back, you smiled at him. “Does that feel real to you?” He nodded vigorously. “It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt,” he whispered, a smile blooming on his beautiful face. You ran your thumb over his cheek and grinned. “Good.”

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An Homage to Game of Thrones

In the words of the artist Kilian Schönberger:

“Game of Thrones is one of my favorite TV series. I like the quality of the camera work and the fact that the produces have searched inspiring places round the globe for the production design. Places that breath the spirit of the past - real locations combined with some CGI to create a medieval fantasy world. I recognized locations in Iceland, Scotland, Spain, Croatia and many other countries throughout the different seasons of GoT.  The only thing of "Game of Thrones” that’s missing nowadays at first glance are the epic landscapes since Central Europe is densely populated. Nonetheless there are remote wilderness-like areas left that pour on the charm of the series. So I continued my search for the mystical and magic locations in Germany and the surrounding countries and created this homage to the awesome series “Game of Thrones”. 

Check out previous features of Kilian Schönberger’s work following the links:

Brothers Grimms’ Homeland

Braveheart’s Legacy

Hallebros Forest

Brothers Grimm’s Fabulous Germany

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WHY WRITERS ARE HUMAN CATS:

always napping

will hiss if disturbed

kinda introverts 

but also crave attention