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itwoodbeprefect · 2 years
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i think it’s extremely important for anyone to be able to delete something they made off the internet if they don’t want it public anymore for any reason whatsoever, but i also think there is a lot of value in keeping your old fic or art up for all to see and for yourself to think about once in a while, cringe at a little maybe, and then just leave it there, as a gentle homage to who you once were and a record of the work you did to get to the things you’re making now
#don't mind me i'm just. having feelings about the fic people write when they're just starting out#i see people delete their old work sometimes just because it's old and not up to their current standards anymore#and i get it and i respect it but it also makes me sad#there's somebody out there who liked that but more importantly you liked it once upon a time!#that you don't anymore is not a sign it was bad in the first place it's a sign you've grown#like. is it possible it was never very good? yes absolutely. but do we need to scrub everything that isn't our best work from our pasts?#is only the Very Best Thing worth preserving? doesn't a date stamp by itself imply that it's old work? that you'll only have gotten better?#i'm not even talking Problematic content here. i see why you might decide to take something down if you've realized it's offensive#but oh. oh i love seeing stuff that's clearly Old Work from someone who's really good at what they do now. it's such a boost#like look!! they had to learn too!! this is where they came from and this is where they are now!! isn't that just extremely cool#and god especially on an internet that's increasingly obsessed with image and identity and where content can get lost so quickly#that kind of history. that kind of vulnerability and just the willingness to still let people enjoy things you might not anymore? i love it#my most kudod fic on ao3 is one of the first things i ever posted there which was one of the first things i ever wrote in english#it's a hp fic and it still gets kudos almost daily (ensuring it will stay my most kudod work in perpetuity) and it will haunt me forever#is it anything like my current work? can i look at it without cringing a little? no and no. will i ever take it down? probably not#anyway shout out to sixteen year old me for writing something that's still around in 2022. i'm from the future i'm shaking your hand#you're doing great kid. keep going and you might one day write a million tags on a tumblr post about it#*
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emachinescat · 3 years
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II've decided to watch MacGyver from the beginning (again), and I'm live tweeting the experience with every tweet tagged with #savemacgyver. I thought it would be fun to share my collected thoughts from the episodes on here as well.
My Thoughts on S1E3, "Awl"
You're not only going to make it to 30, Mac, but you're going to make it to season 6. #savemacgyver
I love that Jack's bucket list includes finishing the Harry Potter books. Guess he's not a one-trick pony after all with sci-fi. A healthy blend of science fiction and fantasy is just what the doctor ordered.
Dylan Thomas reference! That poem was written about the poet's own father, and is about how everyone, no matter who they are or what they stand for, fights against death in the end. He's begging his dad to "rage, rage against the dying of the light," to not give in to death so easily, to keep fighting. Just taught this poem, actually, so I'm vibing with this reference super hard. Though to be fair, I'd be vibing with it anyway. Love Dylan Thomas.
Oh my gosh, this is the one with the fire extinguisher and inflatable escape! I'd forgotten which episode that came from, but I see GIFs of it all over Tumblr. Poor Mac especially, that looks like it hurts. Why is Lucas Till so good at being whumped?!
Jack hugging the fire extinguisher: Iconic.
I'll never get tired of seeing that polar bear! Do we know if he has a name?
I cannot get over how small and excited Bozer is, not a care in the world except for his movie. It's exciting to think about what's to come for his character growth, though I do wish he wouldn't have to go through all the things he does. :(
Jack's conversations with his dad at the grave are just everything. And I feel cheated that we haven't gotten to see Mac have the same kind of conversations at Jack's grave (though I firmly believe it's a regular occurrence off-screen).
Seriously, the way he talks to his dad is so familiar, so comfortable, so natural. It's like Daddy Dalton is right there with him and it fills me with so many emotions that I can't even.
The smile on Jack's face and the pride in his voice when he talks about Mac to his dad is the purest thing ever.
Also, that's a big-ass tombstone Jack is leaning against.
"Hi, Mr. Dalton. How's... life?" MAC! 😂
I can't tell you how much I love it when other characters talk about how smart Mac is. "He's a genius..."
First mention of Mac's dad. It's sweet how invested Jack is in Mac rebuilding his relationship with his old man. Also, I really wish we would have gotten a flashback of Jack's dad at some point. He seems like such an amazing man.
"If I could have one more day to sit and talk to my dad instead of that hunk of rock, I'd do anything." Jaaaaaaack 😭😭😭
Good old Ralph Kastrati. Single-handedly the most annoying character in all of cable television. Y'all have no idea what you're getting into with this one, dream team.
PUNCHFACE.
"My mom dated a guy like that once." Ouch. I'm about to start a Riley Zinger Counter for each episode. Her comebacks are 🔥
It's not just his face, Jack. Everything about this dude is punchable. Especially the way he says "yo."
Ewwww tightie whities no thanks imma head hom now byyye
Mac just snatched that can right out of Jack's hand as he was about to take a drink. Classic.
If I didn't hate Ralph before (spoiler: I did), then I extra hate him for the foie gras comment.
Yes, Jack, "asshat" is the perfect descriptor for this guy.
Is Mac seriously about to just make him some noise-canceling headphones? Who am I kidding? Of course he is.
I need more of Mac punching people in the face. For science.
Poor Jack didn't get to punch the punch face.
🎵 Snipers gonna snipe, snipe, snipe, snipe, snipe 🎵
Between the foie gras and the calfskin, they are really making this guy so easy to hate just sayin'.
"As soon as you're done saving his life, I'm gonna kill him, you hear that, smart-ass? I'm already dressed for the funeral." 🤣🤣🤣🤣
"He's g-good. He just... got kinda shot." Is that the medical terminology, Mac?
Jack using country music as a form of torture 🤣
"You're going to be seeing Yelp stars if you don't shut up!"
Have I mentioned how much I love the music in this show?
"I don't wanna die listening to country music!"
I love how bossy and grabby Mac gets when he improvises.
Another belt grab! I can’t get over Jack trying to keep his crazy partner from falling out of the window – it gives me life!
Actually makes me wonder if he does it because Mac’s taken a tumble out of a car window before. *fanfic brain engaged*
“You know how I feel about your puns.” C’mon, Mac, pus are the greatest forms of humor, bar-pun. (Geddit?)
Mc made a C in biology? I’m not buying it.
Dwwwwwww the sounds of the surgery. No thanks.
Though I will say this is one of the coolest (albeit grossest) things Mac’s ever done on this show.
What the heck is with that elevator door? It took a whole 10 years to close! I wouldn’t trust it. (To be fair, I don’t trust any elevator, but that’s neither here nor there.)
Sir Bleeds-a-Lot lol
Riley stepping in and taking charge once again. No idea how these two functioned before she came along.
Some seriously cool MacGyverisms in this episode. The whole process of “killing” Ralph and bringing him back with office supplies is so OG MacGyver and it gives me all the warm fuzzies.
Ralph: “You’re not a scientist, you’re not a doctor. So how the hell do you know all this stuff?” Mac: “...I read a lot of books?” I love Mac so much.
“Now go die.” Lolololol
The moment with Ralph wanting to call his mom and grow the hell up is surprisingly genuine and heartbreaking. Character development for a character in only one episode, hello, is that you?
“He’s dead, but he’ll get better.” MacGyver, 2016
Riley’s comeback about Jack’s plan to take out six guys if Mac takes out two is another winner. (Riley: 2, Jack: 0) Still, I love the whole, “Sure it does [count as a plan]. First, I’ll take two. Then, I’ll take the other four.” This is why Mac is the plan guy, not Jack.
“Or I can take them all out.” Mac’s confidence = 🔥
I might need to start a Mac sass counter too. Jack: “You seriously want me to put this on my face?” Mac: “Only if you like breathing.”
Jack’s left fist getting jealous 🤣
They really liked choking Mac in the early episodes, didn’t they? Not that I’m complaining. Actually, why did that stop? That strangled, panicked cry of “JACK?!” is music to my fanfic writing, hurt/comfort obsessed, whump-loving soul.
That cough - it actually hurts me to hear it! They should have given us some more repercussions or aftercare for Mac breathing in that gas!
Ralph fell asleep. Of course.
“You know, it’s weird. I’m glad he’s alive… but I still want to kill him. 🤣 I’m with Jack on this one!
Ralph: “A fresh start. I could use one of those right?” Riley: “Or a whole new personality.” ZZZING!!! Riley: 1 million, the world: -10
Oh he did not just call Riley “little hottie.” I’m back to wanting to kill him, character development be darned. So diminutive, dehumanizing, and objectifying. This guy has more than won the douchebag lottery. Riley can more than stick up for herself, but still. The way he speaks to her here makes me feel all kinds of gross.
He just said “ya heard” unironically. Can we let Jack punch him now, please?
Jack offering to let Ralph keep the cash he lifted if he gets to punch him is great, but even better is Mac and Riley offering to chip in money for The Cause.
Oh, yeah, Bozer was in this episode. I’m excited for when he is utilized more!
Bozer’s monster Mac is nightmare fuel!
“A letter? That you put in the mail? It’s 2016.” Hey, as someone who has an actual, old-school type pen pal, step off, Jack.
Mac: “You just gonna watch?” Jack, offended: “Not anymore.” How is it Jack is like Mac’s dad but they also bicker like 5-year-olds? This relationship is so strange, so wonderful, and the heart of the show in so many ways. I love them.
Mac’s words of wisdom about the nature of life are actually super encouraging and exactly what I needed to hear today.
I’d forgotten how much I love this episode – t’s so fun! Although the Codex storyline in season 4 is probably my favorite plot-wise, coming back to these early episodes is like a breath of fresh air! Excellent, excellent episode with so much to offer!
What are your thoughts on "Awl?" I'd love to discuss! :)
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There for you (Rey x Reader High School AU)
Request: The reader gets injured in a car crash and their leg needs to heal but they get impatient because of how long it will take + scared that Rey might leave them because their is a chance of permanent damage? Rey assures the reader that they aren't going anywhere. Requested by @ajaxthecharizard
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A/N: angst, angst everywhere! It was fun to write this little thing. Sorry for the delay but I really hope you enjoy it! Thanks for requesting!💕💕
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“How is she?” panting Rey asked as soon as she entered to the waiting room. Her heart had almost stop when she got the call that informed her you were in the hospital. Millions of thoughts swirled inside her head of the million things that could had happened to you as a lump formed in her throat. Was the panic what made her race to the hospital.
“Hey! Easy there, Rey.” Han stopped her gently placing a hand over her shoulder. She looked up to meet your father’s eyes.
“Is she okay?” Rey mumbled.
“We’re waiting for the doctor to tell us how she is.” Leia said sitting on the small couch in the waiting room. “Come here.” She said and Rey rushed to her side already wrapping her arms around your mother, that had clearly been crying. “How did you find out about this?”
“I called her.” Ben said and only then Rey realized he was leaning in the wall nearby, serious but with the same worriedness in his eyes as his mother.
The small group waited patiently in the quiet small room until eventually a woman in white coat appeared in the doorway, with your medical record in her hands that asked for your family.
"She was lucky, the crash could have easily killed her but she's fine, just a few scratches and the leg" the doctor explained.
"What happened to her leg?" Leia asked concerned. The doctor sighed.
"Displaced fracture, we realigned her bone and immobilized it. However, the nerves close got damaged, there is a possibility of loss of movement."
The room went quiet for a moment, all of them processing the information they just received.
“Can we see her?” Rey urged to ask after the explanation. It calmed her down a little to know you were fine aside from the injured leg, but she was still concerned about you, she needed to see you, she had to.
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When the door opened you didn’t expect to see her face, she was supposed to be in class this afternoon and yet she was here, running to your side with tears pooling in her eyes.
“Rey” you murmured with half a smile, it was so great to see your girlfriend, but as much as you tried you couldn't hide the pain that came with the smallest move. “Hi”
“Hi” Rey chuckled between sobs while she sofly ran her thumb over the small cut on your forehead. She noticed a few cuts more, from the glass of the windows she supposed, as well as couple bruises along your arms, her gaze kept scanning your body until it met the plaster cast on your left leg. It broke her heart to see you this way.
“You’re here.” you told her.
“I came as soon as I found out what happened.” she murmured taking your hand. “I was so worried, Y/N. I thought I lost you” Rey said, her last words faded away in the air as she was afraid of even say them.
“It was an accident, the car came out of nowhere.” you explained “because trust me, I know how to drive, I learned from the best.” you said trying to make her smile, you didn’t like to see Rey cry, specially if those tears were for you. And she did give you a tiny smile, she was the one who taught you to drive.
“I wish I would have been there for you.” she said “I should have been here-” you saw the single tear that rolled down her cheek.
“This is not your fault, love” you cut her off “You’re here now, aren’t you? That’s more than I could ask.” She looked at you with tenderness in her eyes as well as some pain. You kept like this until you heard a familiar voice getting closer.
“How are you feeling?” Ben asked as soon as he was next to you, on the other side of the stretcher. He looked worried, just as everybody else in your family, maybe a little more, you were his little sister after all.
“If I say ‘fine’ would you believe me?” you told him.
“Absolutely not.” he said leaning in to wrap his arms around you half sitting on the stretcher. His hug was tight and warm, meaningful.
Ben rarely expressed his emotions out loud, he was still working on it, but he was so concerned to hide and he stayed like that for a while, afraid to let go.
“You really scared the shit out of me, kid.” he finally said giving you some space. "Who am I going to bother if something else happened to you?" He said trying to cheer you up winning a small giggle from you. "I'm glad you're okay, little rebel." He said resting his hand over your shoulder.
From the corner of your eyes you caught your parents getting closer, worried of course, but glad you were alive, hoping you would recover soon.
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The recovery took time, much longer than you would have liked, countless days that became months made you nearly lose your mind.
“You can do it, one foot in front of the other.” Rey assured you staying close to you with every new step you took, your hands barely holding the wooden bar on the recovery room, your stepfoots echoing through the room filled with differents therapeutic devices.
An enthusiastic smile curved your lips when you took a couple steps by your own, it was unbelievably for you the fact that after a long time being unable to walk without some sort of help you were doing it right now. Chuckling you took a few more steps, excited with your progress you decided to accelerate a little.
“Take it easy, babe.” your girlfriend chuckled amazed but still worried about you. “Slow down.” But you ignored her words.
You took a new step, and another, two more… and fell.
“Y/N!” Rey said rushing to your side, her heartbeat running fast. She tried to help you get up but you declined her help.
“Don’t!” you growled. All the excitement you had felt seconds ago vanished the moment you hit the cold floors and got replaced by a growing frustration that soon formed a lump in your throat. You stayed like that for a moment, trying your best to push down all the frustration and insecurities inside you.
You felt useless.
The past months you spent the days being treated like a complete child, you were not able to do a single thing without someone else's help, everybody tried always to be gentle with you, pitying you for being injured. You hated it.
You felt Rey’s confused gaze on you.
“Sorry.” you mumbled searching for her hazel eyes, while you moved to lean your back on the wall and extended your fragile leg.
“It's okay, love.” Rey murmured sitting next to you on the floor.
“No, it's not.” you said “I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”
Rey placed her hand over your extended leg, caressing it gently as her eyes met yours. You sighed.
“I’m sorry, Rey.” you told her “It’s just… this whole process of healing is taking too damn long.”
“You had a big injury, Y/N.” she added “You have to give it all the time it needs to heal. I know it sounds like a lot but you’ll get better soon.”
“But how long is it gonna take? What if it takes forever?... what if it never really heals?” the frustration and impatience in you talked for you, though it was truth, there was a possibility of permanent damage. “And if it never heals then I’ll be just a burden for my family, for you Rey.”
The brunette listened carefully to your words, aware of how frustrating you felt and how much your life had changed after the accident.
“You shouldn’t even be here, Rey” you said with a bittersweet chuckle, refusing to meet her eyes “You should be in Ahch-to studying, Luke found you an amazing scholarship you should be using it and not here losing your time with me.”
The lump in your throat grew bigger as you prepared to tell her about the constant fear of losing her.
“Sometimes,” you gulped “I think it’d be better for you to go. You’d be better off without me as a burden.” your voice cracked in the end of the sentence.
“Hey,” Rey rushed to softly tilt your face founding tears pooling in your eyes. “don’t say that. You’re not a burden in any way, please don’t dare to call yourself that. I’m right where I have to be, Y/N, by your side.” she said “And I am not going anywhere.” Rey assured you.
“But this is going to take so long-”
“It would take all the time it needs to heal and if it means forever than I will be here forever by your side.” She said. She reached to take your hand in hers, guiding it to her lips and pressing a soft kiss in the ring she gave you a long time ago. “I made you a promise and trying to keep it, this doesn’t change anything. I love you more than anything in this life, Y/N.”
The tears in your eyes rolled down your face as you held Rey close to you, hiding your face in the curve of her neck you let all the feelings wash over you with Rey’s arms around you holding you safe into her embrace. You asked yourself what could you possibly had done to deserve a girl like Rey, that loved you with all her soul, that cared so deeply and so truly for you. That stayed by your side even in this rough times. You couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.
"So, ready to try again?" She murmured once you were all calmed down. Resting your head on her shoulder you chuckled.
"Yeah, I think I can try again." You said.
"Then let's go" Rey said standing up from the cold floor and immediately turning to help you get up, this time you did take her hand.
"Thanks" you giggled back on your feet leaning in to press a soft kiss on her lips. "I love you, Rey."
Then you got back to your recovery routine, happy to have her by your side now more than ever, with a warm sensation in your chest knowing if you two could go through this, than you could go through anything in life as long as you were together.
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starlightbisexual · 7 years
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Hullo!!! Shy anon here, you're one of my favorite blogs so i was wondering if you happen to have any marvel fic recs? I'm running low and it's summer, so any fic would be appreciated (as long as it's not explicit). Any suggestions? ^^
hi love, you're so sweet thank you!! 
i have about a million fics to rec so this might be a bit long and im gonna put it under the cut. personal faves are marked with an !!!
(when you say “not explicit” i took that to mean they’re not tagged as explicit on ao3. i cant promise that none of these fics contain sex/other mature themes. it’s probably best to always read the tags on each fic just to make sure!)
ofc this list isn’t exhaustive, just the first ones that popped into my head! if you or anyone else wants some more please come ask, i love discussing fics!
those on mobile: note the read more
slide to answer (mature, 6k)
“What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.”
There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up.
“Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”
lonely houses off the road (teen, 17k)
Barnes is now glaring at him for some reason. It’s somewhat terrifying but also, oddly, a little reassuring— because that’s emotion right there, which means there’s still somebody behind those eyes. Somebody who seems to think Sam is being a bit slow on the uptake. “Time parameters exceeded. Mission failed.”
“Wait.” Sam narrows his eyes. “Is this some kind of… report? Debriefing?”
“Mission report,” confirms Barnes, looking pleased. Well, looking slightly less murderous than before.
In which various people deal with things they never signed up for, but at the end of the day no one’s particularly surprised.
i love you like rlb (teen, 3k)
I love you like rlb has become a well-known, accepted and valuable component of American vernacular. The meaning of the letters ‘rlb’ is unknown, but is uniformly considered to be a statement of a great romantic love, commitment and sacrifice.
It was Dernier as first said it. Steve never imagined that something like that could have survived the war and all the years in between.
In which Tony goes insane trying to figure out why that phrase affects the Cap so much, Bucky teases the press, and Steve and Bucky love each other like rlb.
i was found and now i don’t roam these streets (mature, 15k)
They’ve decided to start producing Bucky Bears again, now that he’s all shiny and redeemed and fighting for good on this big Avengers misfits team. “He has a little shiny gray arm,” Bucky says, wiggling the stuffed arm in question, one of the tweaks made in the new model. It takes Steve a second to realize that Bucky’s got a small smile on his face, actually looks a little bit proud around the eyes.
Or, Bucky relearns himself and how to be on a team, the rest of the Avengers try to get answers, and everyone watches too much Criminal Minds.
roll on (mature, 89k)
In 1938, there’s a bar in Brooklyn called Sully’s where people are safe to be themselves. Behind the bar, a girl pours drinks. She’s always got a big smile for Steve and she says queer like it’s a good thing. On a regular basis, she takes his shoulders in her hands and tries to shake sense into him, saying, “When will you do something about that best friend of yours?”
In 2012, Bucky’s gone, but Steve’s not, and the girl’s hands are too old to shake him. She does her best to make him see sense anyway.
Steve had people who loved him before the war, and it turns out a few of them are still around when he finally comes home.
one cloud feels lonely (mature, 72k, !!!)
“I’m going to take a break for a while,” Steve said quietly, not looking at T’Challa, not knowing that this was what he was gonna do until the words were out of his mouth. “I can’t be on a team right now.”
T’Challa nodded as if he understood. “Alright.”
AKAIn which Steve and Bucky both figure out how to be a person again, and it still takes them over 130 years.
barnes & rogers and the goddamn truth (not rated, 18k, !!!)
There are three well-known facts at Shield High:
1. The history teacher Mr. Barnes is a stone-cold terror, and it’s not even because he only has one arm.2. The other history teacher, Mr. Rogers, is a mysterious enigma, and it’s something to do with the body of a Greek God and contradicting stories of his past. (They’re all rumours, anyway.)3. Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers hate each other.
Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.
asked and answered (teen, 5k)
“You should marry me, Bucky.”
“What?”
“You should marry me.” Steve said again. “Sister Eustace said that marriage is the purest form of love, and I love you more than anybody. So we should get married.”
Steve and Bucky. Five marriage proposals (and one time they didn’t have to ask).
1917 (mature, 15k, !!!)
Born on March 10th, 1985 at the Brooklyn Hospital Center, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes was named after Sergeant Barnes, Captain America’s childhood best friend, who died when he fell off a train in the Swiss Alps.
In 2008, Peggy Carter donates to the Smithsonian letters Captain Rogers wrote to Sergeant Barnes in 1944—
After he fell.
Some lives are eternally entwined.
to be vunerable is needed most of all (mature, 118k)
Steve is a shy comic book artist and meets his new neighbour, Bucky Barnes.
In which there are awkward longings, meddling best friends, comic conventions, heartache, lemons, video games, dorkiness, dancing and two cute boys.
there should be stars (teen, 45k)
“All memories to tell you the truth aren’t good.But sometimes there were good times.Love was good. I loved your crooked sleepbeside me and never dreamed afraid.
There should be stars for great warslike ours. There ought to be awardsand plenty of champagne for the survivors.”- Sandra Cisneros
Or, it takes them decades.
fever dream (mature, 9k)
“Buck.” Steve says, soft as he can, so he won’t start to cough again. The light from the stove hits his face just right, makes his eyes light up bright, spring sky blue. Bucky’s head aches just looking at him.
1942, in fits and starts.
they say love is a virtue (mature, 22k)
“I have a bet,” Tony announces to the room. He stands up, repeating himself a few times so that everyone is forced to stop the game and look up at him. He looks straight into Bucky’s eyes when he goes, “I bet you fifty dollars that you and Steve can’t spend a whole week pretend married without realizing that you’re both in love with each other.”
the smithsonian guard (gen, 8k)
Bucky makes a friend.
cross this river to the other side (teen, 14k)
Here is the truth about Captain America and the Howling Commandos that every World War II historian must come to accept at one point or another: we will never know everything. We won’t even come close.
So much was lost with the untimely death of Captain America. While the man beneath the uniform sunk to the bottom of the North Atlantic, the myth lived on, only to grow bigger and more unwieldy as the years went by. Now, it is near impossible to tell fact from fiction, to separate out truth from propaganda.
In 1943, the Howling Commandos wrote goodbye letters to be given to their loved ones in the event of their deaths.
In 2014, Sharon Carter finds those letters in a tin can in an abandoned HYDRA base.
captain fantastic and the pineapple king (teen, 30k, !!!)
Shit.She hadn’t noticed him yet. Maybe he could turn and leave without them noticing – Sam would understand. Sam was the most empathetic person he knew. He wouldn’t scold Steve for coming home spice-less to avoid an awkward encounter with an ex. Surely.They drew closer.Fuck.Please don’t notice me, please don’t notice me, please don’t notice me…"Steve?”Fuck.In which Steve is saved from his ex in a grocery store, Bucky Barnes is Way Too Chill about absolutely everything, and Sam has had enough of all of these goddamn pineapples in his fucking house.Or: The five times Steve received a pineapple (and one Piña Colada) and the one time he didn’t
haha, jk (teen, 13k)
(A tale of Not Unrequited Love)
Steve: I love you.Bucky: oh no.(and other fallacies)
Bucky learns to never say never when it comes to the effect his best friend can have.
apes debemus imitari (we should imitate the bees) (gen, 15k)
Steve operates a fruit & veg stand at a farmer’s market. Bucky keeps bees and has started up a honey shop just opposite. They’re failing to get along. Steve gets along a lot better with the anonymous friend he’s been writing letters to. In fact, he’s rapidly falling for him.
it’s no coincidence (teen, 109k)
The kids immediately scream, “Trick-or-Treat” before they see who opens the door.
The strange resident looks between the two kids, then at the adults, and his eyes widen in horror.
“It’s October already?”
Okay, Bucky thinks. This guy is probably high.
don’t ask (mature, 21k, !!!)
Captain America and Bucky Barnes were like brothers. Everyone knew that.
most ardently (teen, 9k)
Baron Grant, nothing more than a small, sickly country gentleman with no fortune and very little to recommend him, has just poured a glass of claret over Duke Barnes, a wealthy lord with the world at his feet.
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