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fightevilandthengetblownup · 4 years

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OT3FIC: American Eskimo Dog

28 - summer pineapple delude quirky astound greasy moonlight bait

The dogs had had the most excitable day and were all laid about, panting heavily and relaxing after all the excitement across the dry grass of the backyard under the dappled shade of the tree above on the hot summer evening. Will felt an innate wish to be just like them and lay out there as dusk started and the group surrounding the barbecue and smoker drank their beers, and those flitting about the outdoor table put the final place settings and salads out. It had been almost as exhausting keeping up with the conversation of the last two hours as the constant running and spinning the dogs had done.

It wasn’t like any Fourth of July that the empath had ever participated in recently. Usually he spent the day doing work around the property, maybe a trip to the only open takeaway for Chinese food and trying not to let the dogs go too crazy at the fireworks on the other side of the forest. This year though, Will had found himself surrounded by some of the FBI’s most wanted as well as some others that would have been beyond his belief if someone had told him before he met the blonde that they existed. It wasn’t even like any of the strange ‘holidays’ that had cropped up in his life.

Since Jo and Grey had moved in, Will’s concept of what constituted a family event had changed and broadened significantly.

Will now found that there were days called Death Days which called for celebration - or rather copious amounts of alcohol and tight hugs that he had thus far managed to avoid being a part of. There were three of them still living that celebrated these - Jo’s usually involving a visit from the brother’s and grumpy surrogate dad; Dean’s was usually one where Jo would be from home and not back for a few days where she would practically fold in on herself in tears in the threshold upon getting home; Sam’s seemingly was a little more joyous an occasion where the tall hunter and his brother would bring fireworks and dubbed it more affectionately Apocalypse Aversion Day (though Will had learned through a hushed conversation with the blonde while she was very intoxicated that this was his second Death Day date but none of them wanted to ever think about the original one and the wheels that put in motion) - and then there were the ones in memoriam. There was one for Jo’s father but that was always her own private day where Will would be lucky to see her at all before sunset, and then it would be straight to bed with warm arms circling her. There was another for a man called John, who so far as Will could tell was the overbearing and controlling, estranged father for the other two hunters, but Jo seemed to spend those talking to the boys on the phone and lighting a pyre in the field for some reason or other. He’d learned there was a date for the older hunter’s wife too, where Jo would visit for a week and come home exhausted and needing sleep more than others.

There were happier seeming occasions and more normal holidays as well like Christmas (which always had a funny story about pagans and an evil witch), and birthday’s. But there was also more obscure ones - like how Jo would go to New Orleans every year for Mardi Gras and only ever explained the rationale as “I’ve got a friend I need to keep honest on the tips. And maybe a patron to see”; and a date that Will had dubbed Monster Day in his mind which always had Grey’s siblings suddenly inundating the farm, or at least the ones in bodies which was still strange to wrap his head around, and Jo scurrying out to the forest away from them after a warm greeting. There was Samhain not Halloween, there was other pagan-based reflections that Jo claimed it was “just smart” to stay in favor of, and there was a date Grey called Love Day not long before Valentine’s Day itself where he would suddenly lavish Jo with gifts. There was also another Love Day which was much the same but to himself, and Will still blushed every time when he realized it was the anniversary of their first time and just how much effort Grey put into being a calm and nurturing presence around him that day.

But that they were doing something particularly normal, particularly average and particularly mundane like Fourth of July was more unusual than normal in the grand scheme of things.

“Comin’ through!” The loud call came from the back door as Will turned his head to the noise to spout Jo spinning about blindly with an entire crate of beers held in her arms with another case on top blocking her face from her path as two of the shadows quickly disperses from her path between the door and the cooler.

“Jo, you shouldn’t-” “I was a freakin’ bartender for longer than you’ve been topside. I can handle some beers.” “Really Cupcake, that’s uncalled for.” “Oh whatever, out of m’ way!”

Will watched in amusement from against the oak’s trunk as Jo bouldered her way across the grass and sat the cartons down as the quirky strangest of the shadow’s ran over to help her unload them and begin filling the coolers. Shada who had objected to the idea of so much manual labor sniffed and turned back to setting out flower vases, candles, salad bowls and other elements along the long picnic table with the tall blonde shadow-girl following her pointed demands with a constant bobbing of her head. The fourth shadow, the dark haired one who always seemed up to causing trouble rolled his eyes watching his siblings and the blonde huntress before turning his attention back to the slightly taller, gangly looking hunter that had been nursing a single beer for four hours and counting but was somehow still wobbling on his feet.

He’d not thought much other than embarrassment upon meeting the eldest of the siblings - or who he perceived to be such, Grey had once tried to explain the concept of age against terminology but it had been a struggle and he had been much more interested in him using his mouth for something other than the explanation at the time - when she appeared during one of their chore days, but since then Shada had grown on him. Especially when he realized that the shadow was just as fiercely protective of her brother as he himself was. The tall blonde - Ombre - had been the next one he’d met, and while she’d been sweet and quiet and demure, Will couldn’t help but think she was trouble waiting to happen one day, like a young child not yet learning to throw her temper tantrums in the terrible twos. Mail had been next, though he’d been accompanied at the time by the fourth one who still hadn’t quite decided or settled on a name for himself (cycling through generic names including the awkward visit he demanded to be called Consuela Banana Hammock), and Will had found both brother’s almost as equally strange in their own ways as one another. Mail’s inability to sit correctly was almost as weird as the way the other would delude himself into thinking he had struck on gold in a conversation when he just made everything odd.

“Did you need anything else for the barbecue?” Grey called out from the back door towards the group of hunters around the charcoal grill, his head poking out from the back door before he started his own passage towards the dining table with yet another salad for the meal. “More tongs or-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got it Grey.” “More beers would be good though-” “Dean, Jo just brought out more, get one yourself you lazy asshole.” “Bitch.”

“You idjits better shut up and get me a new beer by the time you’re done arguing.” Bobby’s voice cut over whatever Sam might have said in response along with the metal ting of the tongs against the edge of the grill as he growled back at them. There was a laugh from the table and near the drinks as the two girls, closest and strangely good friends from what Will had learned, so different but so similar laughed in response to the hunter’s grumpiness as Dean kicked at the dried clumps of grass under foot.

Looking over at the trio of hunters to that side, joined quickly by the fourth male hunter at the gathering as the shadow currently going by Ben Dover for the day moved towards annoying one of his siblings and Garth Fitzgerald IV moved to the rest of his own group; Will knew that if Jack had any inkling of who was currently flipping steaks, burgers and smoking a pork butt at his house, it would be the most tempting bait to drive the FBI director towards madness.

Of the four hunters, Will had found himself connecting far more to the older hunter than either of the three closer to his own age. A man living alone a large plot of land far away from town, who preferred the company of his canine companion and the solitude of providing for ones self, was definitely someone that Will could always get along with. The gangly hunter, that Jo and Grey alike swore was a werewolf, was probably his second favorite of Jo’s little side to the family - though he had freaked Will out on their first meeting by pulling him into an exceptionally tight hug; the fact that upon releasing Will, Garth had looked shocked, asked if he was a “touch aversion type” and apologized profusely before never doing the same despite the generous bear hugs Jo and Grey alike would get upon greeting had made a soft spot in the agent’s heart for him. Sam and Dean fell somewhere together, inseparable really the same way they were in all ways that Will had seen, but the more he saw the pair and also saw them around Jo and Grey, the more he liked the pair. Dean was gruff and politically incorrect to Sam’s quiet and sass, and Will had been astounded to realize that he appreciated the both for what they had to offer.

“Alright alright, this lot is done, someone get me the fuckin’ fruit.” “Right here, Bobby!” “Well then bring it over, ya brat, I can’t cook it from over there!”

Will shook his head a little, watching as the older hunter piled one of the foil trays that Grey had brought out high with beef and chicken and even some fish burger patties before the shadow covered the tray with more tin foil and moved it towards the table while Bobby scraped off the surface. They moved in tandem that pair, as if synchronized dancers even though Will knew it was more an innate knowledge of cooking that they shared more than experience or practice.

“Girlie, where-” “Here, you old grump!” “ ‘Bout time.”

The blonde hunter had bounded over after a small amount of rummaging with a few air-tight containers at Bobby’s insistence, setting the containers down before hurrying back towards the table to help guide Mail into the correct way to set out cutlery. Will could tell the second that the first slice went down that it was that glorious sticky, spicy pineapple slices recipe that Grey had been developing and that made Will’s mouth tingle with a mix of the acid of the fruit itself, the slight heat of the spice and the natural sweetness as well as the slight crunch of the demerera sugar included that formed the best crystals of crunchy caramel when they were cooked just right. There were also fresh peaches cut and quartered that he knew were for Jo’s favorite salad and that if Hannibal was there he would have had to concede the grilled peach, mozzarella and prosciutto salad worked fantastically well on a balmy summer’s evening like this when the sun was just crossing the horizon and would finally give way to the night. He even figured there might be some watermelon for the feta and rocket salad he’d suggested they try the next time that Shada was visiting from what one of the spectacularly boring looking salads on the table looked like.

“I’ve got to say, the amount of salad is great this year, Jo.” “Oh yes, Sam, Cupcake definitely made the right choices this year!” “I’m excited to try some of them-” “Of course you are, Ombre. At least there’s no Ambrosia salad-” “What salad?!” “It’s bits of canned fruit! In marshmallow!” “Ewwwww!”

The cries from the two female shadows, their voices loud and high pitched in their disgust perking the ears of the dogs that lay about tired and nearby, curiously cocking toward the noise before all of them besides Zoe decided it wasn’t worth investigating. The small dog snuffed her way around, giving a wide berth to the shadows but looking at them curiously until she was picked up in the loving hold of the werewolf with a scratch under her chin as the group of hunter’s shook their heads at the girls’ antics.

Will found himself shaking his head with the same bemusement as he watched the pair go back and forth over why that “isn’t a salad” or “isn’t food” and then further onto the real question of “why is human food so weird sometimes” which he thought was a valid question, as the eldest hunter began to slowly take the remaining steaks and sausages, chicken strips and the vegetarian options off of the grill into respective foil packages that Sam, Dean or Grey would ferry to the dining table while Jo wrangled the lid of the smoker off with the help of Garth to pull the pork butt out; as if the greasy and somewhat unhealthy but altogether delicious meats might prove the girls’ perceptions wrong without much trouble.

“You know, this is a very old tree.” “Yes it is.” “It had deep roots.” “Yep.” “You will weather any storm with roots this deep.”

The empath wasn’t even surprise to hear the gravelly voice beside himself all of a sudden. The final member of their party for the night was always a late comer according to his best friend; and that the angel had popped in from his busy schedule to simply enjoy a barbecue with friends was touching enough. That, as Will turned slightly to look out the corner of his eye, he could see the angel staring at him in return rather than the knotted roots of the tree they were metaphorically discussing was even more touching. Of all the family, he’d been the one Will automatically connected too even more than Bobby - and giving a small smile, the empath waved a hand towards the table as the moonlight started to rise to shine over them all.

“Ready for some dinner, Cas?” “Thank you for the invitation, Will. You and yours are very accommodating.” “We try to be.”

“It is very good. You are all very good, and you should feel blessed.” Cas’ voice was somewhat tighter than usual and as Will patted a hand on the surprisingly small shoulder under his grip, the other nodded in agreement looking out as their dogs dozed, and both sides of his favorite people’s families merged and mingled together in a mass of smiles and laughter, Will knew that the words were entirely true. It was very good, they were all very good and he sure as heck felt blessed as he caught the eye of his love’s and the way their smiles both widened for him.

#ot3 grey/jo/will fic #willpov

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sofreakinmanyfandoms · 6 years

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It Started with the Mud Puddles - Bucky X Reader

Hello, lovelies! This is a Bucky x Reader one-shot I wrote for the wonderful @barnesrogersvstheworld‘s Marvel Kiss Challenge.

Challenge: Feature a significant kiss

Prompt: Mud puddles

Word count: 2813

Warnings: None. Iz fluff and wholesome weirdness. Actually, no, one warning: DO NOT DO WHAT CLINT AND THE READER DO. (That will make sense in the end.) Just don’t do it. Don’t let anyone else do it. I have not researched what could happen but it can’t be good. Don’t do it, nope, nope, nope.

I hope you enjoy this! Feedback is always appreciated.

You had had mixed feelings when you were asked to join the Avengers. On the one hand, you wanted to help people, and the Avengers would give you a way to do that on a larger scale. On the other hand, you would have to move to their compound in upstate New York. Your tiny apartment in New York City was home; there was no way some compound could ever change that.

Consider your mind officially changed.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face as you zipped up your coat. The yellow rain gear and red boots reminded you of your favorite children’s book. It had rained all last night and you couldn’t wait to get out in the yard.

The fresh after-rain scent of the grass and surrounding trees hit your senses and set your heart racing. Rain in New York City left a hint of a fresh scent in the air, but it didn’t have what the compound was surrounded by right now: mud puddles.

With a squeal and a running start, you launched yourself into the first puddle you saw. The splash flew up around you and you felt like a little kid again. Puddle stomping had been a tradition for you and your siblings after every rainstorm when you were growing up. It had been so long since you had lived where puddles like this formed and you were going to spend the day enjoying them.

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Bucky followed Natasha off the jet and onto the rooftop landing pad. Exhaustion was seeping from every pore and visions of his bed were dancing through his mind. It had been a long mission and he was ready to crash.

Before he could get inside, a laugh from the yard caught his attention. He looked over the edge and saw you splashing in the puddles.

Who is that?

Steve came out to welcome Bucky back and found him watching you. The Captain’s face lit up with a soft smile when he saw you splashing around.

“I see you’ve spotted Y/N.”

“Who is she?” Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“The newest member of the team.” Steve clapped Bucky on the shoulder. “Come on in and get cleaned up, maybe get a few hours of sleep. Dinner is at seven. I’ll introduce you then.”

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At six thirty you finally forced yourself to go back inside. Several splashes had worked their way up your pants and into your boots, soaking you with cold, muddy water. You couldn’t care less.

You used your half-hour before dinner to dry off and change. It was exactly seven when you padded out of the elevator in your leggings and fluffy socks, Tony’s MIT hoodie enveloping you in its warmth. He’d probably want it back once he found out you were the one who stole it. Too bad for him; it was your new favorite item of clothing.

Most of the team and two people you hadn’t met were shuffling around the kitchen and dining room, determining the contents of various Chinese takeout containers and distributing them to the correct recipients. Since arriving, you had learned that Tuesdays were for takeout and video games. It was your favorite night of the week.

“Y/N, I’ve got some people for you to meet,” Steve called when he spotted you. He motioned to the two you didn’t recognize. “This is Natasha, and this is Bucky. They just got back from a pretty long mission, which is why they haven’t met you yet. Guys, this is Y/N, our new resident telekinetic.”

You smiled at Nat, a bit nervous at meeting the famous Black Widow. “Nice to meet you both.” You turned to Bucky. “I hope the mission went okay?”

Nat waved her hand. “It turned out in the end. I think we’re both just glad to be back.”

“You’re a telekinetic?” You weren’t sure what the look on Bucky’s face as he asked meant, but you replied before you could stop yourself.

“No, I actually just shapeshift into a huge bat. Travel by echolocation, eat fruit flies, sleep upside-down – stuff like that. Not sure why they thought I should be an Avenger.”

Clint cracked up and Bruce smiled, handing you a container. You accepted it and peeked inside. God bless Bruce; beef lo mein was your favorite. You quickly snagged a pair of chopsticks and settled into your usual dinner perch: on top of the fridge.

Nat quirked an eyebrow at your strange position. “I see there’s some stuff I’ll have to get used to.”

Bucky was openly gaping. “How did you get up there?”

You grinned at him. “Didn’t you see me transform into a bat? I flew.”

“She can make herself fly with telekinesis,” Clint informed him with a smirk. “Hey!”

He grabbed for the shrimp floating out of his container but it dodged his hand and deposited itself in your mouth. You bit off the tail and flicked it at him with a giggle.

His pouting made you feel a little bad. “I’ll let you have a bite of my lo mein,” you offered. Clint reached out his chopsticks and you held your container down where he could reach inside. Once he’d snagged a bite, he headed towards the common room where Sam had started setting up Mario Kart.

“I want a rematch against Bruce,” Wanda announced as she joined the group. “Sam and Clint can have their weekly pissing match after I get my revenge.”

“Tony finally bought more controllers to replace the ones broken last month,” Steve laughed. “We’re doing four at a time again.”

Wanda shrugged. “Then they can do their weekly pissing match while I get my revenge. I’m not picky.”

This was your favorite part of living with the others and precisely why you always settled up high where you could watch everything that happened. The team was one big family, teasing each other and having a great time. Sometimes you missed the peacefulness of your own apartment, but by now you wouldn’t trade these evenings for the world.

You brought your lo mein with you as you transitioned to the hammock swing Tony had hung for you in the common room. On the couch, Bruce and Wanda had settled in for their rematch; Natasha and Steve had snagged the other controllers. Wanda selected a track and with that, the night of gaming had begun.

You were so focused on the games happening you didn’t notice that Bucky studied you all evening.

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Bucky rounded the corner to the kitchen and found you perched on a bar stool, a canvas board and paint spread out across the counter. You didn’t notice his arrival until he cleared his throat.

“Oh, hi Bucky!” Your face lit up with its usual smile when you saw him. “How was your morning?”

“Too short,” Bucky replied, his voice betraying the fact that he had just woken up despite the fact that it was now the early afternoon.

You gave him a solemn nod. “I haven’t been on any long missions yet, but the short ones are exhausting and I imagine your body needed all the sleep it could get. Coffee pot is fresh even though it’s not full. Tony just finished brewing more and he took more than half the pot with him.”

Bucky poured himself a mug of the offered beverage and surprised you by settling onto the stool next to you.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at the colors across the canvas.

“Finger painting.”

His eyes shot to yours, unsure if you were serious or not. You waggled your paint-stained fingers at him.

“Nothing should get between the artist and their art. I just take that a step further than most.”

Bucky looked back down at the picture you had were working on and creased his brow.

“You did all of this with your hands?”

You nodded and tucked your hair behind you ear, leaving a smudge of green behind.

“It makes me feel more in touch with what I’m painting. It’s kinda like sculpting in two dimentions.”

“Except you need more work on your sculpting,” Steve teased as he entered the kitchen. He reached into the mug cupboard and pulled out a misshapen monstrosity decorated with a shield design.

“Hey, you still use it,” you grinned at him as he filled the mug with the remains of the coffee and set to work brewing more.

“That I do,” he laughed. “Clint keeps asking when he’ll get his.”

“Tell him I’ll make him one whenever I make it back to the studio.”

You and Steve fell into an easy conversation. Steve noticed Bucky alternately studying you and your painting. He tucked it away in his memory as something to think about later.

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“Hey, Bucky, have you seen Nat?”

Bucky looked up from the book he was reading and froze. You were standing with your hands on your hips decked out in the most ridiculous outfit he had ever seen. Your t-shirt was neon green and your leggings were purple with pink and blue triangles of varying sized across them. There was a bright yellow terrycloth headband around your forehead and bright orange bands on your wrist, and you had pulled your hair up into the biggest side ponytail he had ever seen.

“Well?” you prodded when he didn’t reply.

“No, I haven’t seen her,” he managed to get out. “Um, what are you wearing?”

You glanced down at your outfit and waved your hand dismissively.

“Oh, Clint found an 80s workout video while we were thrifting earlier and we decided to try it out. This is just my way of getting into the spirit of it. He thought Nat might want to at least watch.”

“Watch what?” Nat asked, blowing a bubble as she walked in. The bubble popped as she took in your outfit. “Never mind what. The answer is yes.”

“Did you find her?” Clint poked his head into the room, a neon pink headband the same style as yours wrapped around his head.

“Yup, we’re coming!” you replied, grabbing Nat’s hand and dragging her behind you. “See you later, Bucky!”

Steve came across his friend half an hour later. Bucky was staring at nothing, his mind still lingering on a certain colorful telekinetic.

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“You know, stuff like this never happened off-mission before you joined the team.”

You shrugged at Sam. The movement caused you to wince. “I’d like the record to show that I don’t have a fully-developed frontal lobe yet, but Clint does, and he thought it was a great idea.”

“Which in retrospect probably should have been the first indication it was actually a terrible one,” Tony admitted.

Bruce had Clint laid out in traction until a chiropractor could come to fix his back. You had dislocated your shoulder and were now icing it to keep down the swelling and pain from it being forced back in place. Tony was only in the med bay because that was where the two of you were; he was being forced to listen to Sam and Steve’s “how could you be so reckless” lecture because you and Clint probably couldn’t have pulled off your stunt without him.

“It was so fun, though,” Clint retorted from his bed. “How many people can say they’ve been hit with a six-foot water balloon?”

“One too many,” Steve replied before turning his glare to Tony. “And you! You built them a slingshot?”

Tony held up his hands. “In my defense, I only knew they wanted to launch a giant water balloon. I didn’t know they were going to aim it at Clint.”

“That bit was Clint’s idea,” you cut in. “I just wanted to launch it. He wanted to know what it would feel like to get hit with it.”

“It was great,” Clint added sleepily. His pain meds seemed to be kicking in.

Bucky watched the whole scene from the doorway and tried to fit this piece into the picture of you his mind was forming.

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“Power of positive thinking, Barnes. Power of positive thinking.”

Bucky clenched his jaw and glared at you. “You’ve been shot. That’s not positive,” he growled, taking out two more HYDRA agents.

“But it won’t be fatal and I don’t need my arm to do damage,” you retorted in a sing song voice as you telekinetically ripped a man’s gun from his hands and shot him with it. “We’ve still got to get out of here. Might as well have fun doing it.” You launched into an off-pitch rendition of “Hakuna Matata” and lobbed a grenade to your left.

Bucky swore under his breath and followed you toward the exit. Going on missions with you would be the death of him.

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“Y/N, have you seen –” Bucky entered your room and cut off as you shushed him, motioning with your eyes to the sleeping child in your lap.

The team had rescued a group of orphans on the last mission, and Tony had made room for all of them at the compound until they could be placed in good foster homes. One of them, a small girl no older than four, had stumbled upon you sitting on the floor and curled up in your lap, promptly falling asleep with her head against your chest.

“What are you looking for?” you whispered ask Bucky sat next to you.

“Her,” he whispered back. “Bruce did a head count and was wondering who was missing.”

You studied the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply. “Bruce is remarkably good at mothering.”

“Seems like you’re not so bad at it yourself.”

You smiled shyly at Bucky and the two of you sat together in silence until Bruce found you and whisked the girl back to her bed. Bucky felt a tug of disappointment in his chest when the two of you had to go your separate ways. The more time he spent with you, the more being with you felt right.

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“Dude, decorating the tree is so much easier with Y/N around,” Clint called to Bucky as the latter entered the common room. Everyone was there bustling around and decorating, but you were what his eyes were scanning for.

You were sitting crisscross on the floor by the couch, eating sugar cookies and holding Clint up in the air near the top of the tree. He was reaching out to put the star on top when you pretended to drop him.

“Not cool, Y/N. So not cool.” He glared once you had stabilized him.

“That’s okay, I prefer being hot anyway,” you smirked back.

Bucky sat down next to you and took the cookie you offered.

“These are pretty good. Who made them?”

You shrugged. “Whoever Tony bought them from. I was going to protest buying Christmas cookies, but these are better than anything I could make, so I decided to roll with it.”

“Hey guys,” Natasha sang from the couch behind you. “Look what I found!”

The two of you looked up to see Nat holding a sprig of mistletoe above your heads.

“Gah!” You had actually dropped Clint that time. At least you had been lowering him so he didn’t have as far to fall.

“Sorry!” Your hand came up over your mouth as Clint stumbled to his feet. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I got distracted.”

“He’ll forgive you if you two kiss,” Sam said with a grin.

“Sure, what he said,” Clint confirmed, rubbing the back of his head. “Go on, kiss him.”

Chants of “Kiss him! Kiss him!” rang out around the room. You and Bucky looked at each other, and almost before you could realize it he had pulled you into his arms and was kissing you. The two of you lost yourselves in the feeling of each other’s lips on your own, deepening the kiss until finally you had to pull back, gasping for air.

“It’s about time that happened,” you breathed, your faces only a few inches apart.

“Been wanting to do that for a while,” Bucky admitted. “I’ve never met anyone like you before, Y/N. You’re perfect. You live through what we all go through every mission but still manage to keep a sense of wonder. It’s… it’s really nice. It started with the mud puddles; when I first saw you, you were out in the yard splashing around and having so much fun just… being. The more I get to know you, the more I don’t want to ever have to live without you again. You keep me from losing myself, and I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

“Look what you did,” Clint complained to Natasha. “Now they’re gonna go all lovey on us.”

“Shut up, Barton,” you laughed before pulling Bucky in for another kiss, whispering something only he could hear.

“I think I love you, too.”

#Attie's Marvel Kiss Challenge #avengers #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #winter soldier #mud puddles #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #masterlist #i still suck at tagging

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atlafan · 7 years

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The Game: Part Four

Rucas au multi-fic. Lucas and Riley have been best friends for as long as they can remember. They finally tell each other how they feel, and are able to get together, but some friction occurs when Riley’s Uncle Shawn introduces everyone to his new wife and daughter.

Part One Part Two Part Three After school, which was only a half day, Riley, Lucas, Smackle, and Farkle all go to Topanga’s for the smoothies that they agreed upon getting earlier that day. They all order, grab their drinks, and sit in their usual spots. Lucas and Riley on one loveseat, and Farkle and Smackle on the other.

“To Lucas and Riley, we’re so happy the two of you figured out your feelings for each other, and we wish you all the happiness in the world.” Farkle says, all raise their cups, and take a sip.

“Thanks Farkle, that’s very sweet of you.” Riley says. “You know, it’s a beautiful day, we shouldn’t waste it by staying inside.”

“Farkle and I are going on my parents boat in an hour, you two are welcome to join.”

“You know what’s funny, I can ride a horse just fine, but get me on a boat, and I will puke. But thanks for the offer Smackle.” Lucas says.

“Of course. We better get going. My mother would like us to grab a case of water on our way.”

Smackle and Farkle leave. Now it’s just Lucas and Riley.

“Okay, so what do you wanna do? A walk in the park? You know it’s too bad your apartment building doesn’t have a pool in the back.”

“Well there’s a tiny indoor one, but that defeats the purpose of wanting to do something outside.”

“I could set up the slip and slide in my backyard, that could be fun.”

“I don’t really feel like getting wet, but I definitely wouldn’t mind getting into your hammock for a while, and listen to some music.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

Just as the two get up, Maya walks in. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and has an apron in her hand.

“Hey, is your mom or some type of manager here?”

“Um, yeah Pam is in the back, why?”

“I work here now.”

“Oh, good for you.”

“Do you ever work here?”

“Sometimes, on weekends, or just when my mom needs extra help. I’m really supposed to focus on my grades during the school year.”

“Must be nice to have that luxury.”

“Hey, Riley is the hardest worker I know, just because she doesn’t need to work a paid job to help out a little doesn’t make her any less of a person than you. Besides, I thought jobs were supposed to fix attitudes.”

“Are you saying you don’t like my attitude, pretty boy?”

“I’m saying, no one around here needs any drama. Come on Riley, we have plans.”

Lucas grabs Riley’s hand and they leave in a huff. On their walk, Riley speaks up.

“Lucas, you didn’t have to do that. I mean it was nice of you to defend me and all, but you know I don’t like it when you get worked up.”

“I wouldn’t really call that getting worked up. I didn’t yell at her or anything, I left the situation. She thinks she knows you, and she doesn’t. Plus, all things considered, you were really nice to her today.”

“Yeah, a little too nice if you ask me. I just hated seeing her sit alone. She made some friends by lunch, I saw her sitting with some of the other art kids.”

“See, even though you can’t stand her, you’re stilling looking out for her.”

“I think she and I got off to a bad start. I could still see us being friends, but at the same time, she pisses me off and I’m not sure what to do about it.”

They get to Lucas’ house, go right to the backyard, and get right into the hammock.

“You don’t know how lucky you are, having a home, a yard, quiet.”

“My mom was adamant about not being stuck in the city. I like where you live, there’s always something happening.” He puts an arm around her, and she snuggles into him. “But, this is nice too.”

Lucas plays music from his phone, while to two lay there, rocking back and forth in the hammock, just relaxing. This was something that Riley wished they could have done a while ago.

“I know I said this the other day, but I’m really happy this feels natural. I thought I’d be so nervous being this close to you.”

“You? I thought I’d be the one that was the nervous wreck. You’re always the collected one.”

“Not always. There’s plenty of times I’ve felt nervous around you. Like, at junior prom. We were dancing pretty close, and, you’ll probably hate me for say this, but I thought that would be the moment that I would finally kiss you, but at the last second-”

“You hugged me. We held each other close for like five minutes in this embrace. That was only like four months ago, can you believe it?”

“Four months ago that we should have been together. I’ll never forget walking in your apartment, and being stunned by how beautiful you looked.”

“Lucas?”

“Yeah?”

“How long have you had feelings for me?”

“Well, I’ve always had feelings for you.”

“No, I mean like real, wanting to be with me feelings.”

“I don’t want to say.”

“Why not?”

“Because if it doesn’t match how long you've had feelings for me, then you’re gonna get mad. We’re together now, what does it matter?”

“Well, I suppose it shouldn’t matter, but...any time we start talking about the things we used to do, or how one of us should have spoken up sooner makes me upset. I mean I would have loved if we had gotten together, way sooner.”

“How much sooner?”

“The minute I fell into your lap sooner.”

“Riley.”

“Okay, maybe not that soon, but still, a couple of years ago would have been nice. I mean sure, did I love having you as a best friend, and love knowing that no matter what we’d always be friends? Of course. But I always wanted something more.”

“I think deep down I did too, but I was too afraid of the change. I didn’t want us to date, and then break up and have everything be different.”

“You’re not afraid of us breaking up anymore?”

“Nope. In fact, I’m pretty sure we’re gonna end up married with a couple of kids someday.”

“Um, -”

“Riley, of course I know that we could break up, but I’m not afraid of losing what we have anymore. We have so much history together, I know we could work through anything.”

“Oh, so that married with kids thing was you being sarcastic.”

“Yeah, did you think I was being serious right now? I’m eighteen, we’re eighteen, let’s just be eighteen, okay?”

“Technically you’re nineteen.”

“Yes, I’m aware, thank you.”

“You know what I was kind of impressed with about Maya today?”

“What?”

“The fact that she already knows she wants to attend Mass Art. I still haven’t narrowed down my search.”

“Neither have I. Do you think you want to leave New York for a little bit?”

“I don’t know, it depends on what some of the other schools offer. No sense of me going to Boston. Why leave one city for another?”

“Boston is completely different from New York, but I see your point.”

“Something about going to a college town kind of excites me. I wouldn’t mind going a little rural.”

“Not too many vet schools on the east coast. Although, I could do a lot of the pre reqs here, and then go.”

“No way, don’t waste the time, sometimes those credits don’t even carry over. Aren’t there a couple of schools further south you were looking into?”

“Yeah, but they’re way more competitive.”

“Lucas, you’re so smart, and you chose all the right classes this year, I bet you could go wherever you wanted. At least you know what you want to go for.”

“No wonder you can’t pick a school, you don’t even know what you want to go to school for.”

“Being undecided isn’t a big deal. It’s more like there are too many things that I want to do.”

“Why don’t you combine your love of photography, and love of writing and become like a photo journalist, or a blogger?”

“Yeah, that’ll really pay the bills.”

“It shouldn’t be about money, it should be about waking up every morning loving what you do.”

“You know I was thinking if I did go to school here, I’d try to work for some magazine company. I could write columns, and I bet I’d be good at the digital stuff, since more people read things online.”

“I could definitely see you doing that.”

The two talked for almost two hours. Lucas’ parents were at work since it was still the middle of the day. Riley’s stomach started to grumble.

“I guess that smoothie didn’t hold me over like I thought it would.”

“We have stuff to make sandwiches inside, you interested?”

“Definitely.”

The two go inside. Riley sits at the kitchen island while Lucas grabs everything from the fridge. Riley makes herself a small turkey sandwich, and Lucas makes himself a roast beef. They both eat quickly, realizing just how hungry they were.

“So what do you feel like doing now?” Lucas asks her after cleaning up their plates.

“In all honesty, I could go for a nap. Getting up at six this morning was really unpleasant.”

“Alright, so let’s take a nap. I’ll set an alarm for around four, that way we’re awake in plenty of time before my parents get home.”

“What would that matter if we’re on the couch?”

“I was thinking we could get cozy upstairs.”

Riley gave Lucas a concerned look. What exactly were his intentions?

“We can really stretch out and get comfortable. If it makes you feel weird, we can stay down here.”

“No, let’s give it a try.”

Riley was only allowed in Lucas’ room when there was an adult home. She followed him upstairs. She loved his room, it was so different from hers. He had a full sized bed in the center, with a side table on each side. He had a small monitor hooked up to an PS3, and two bean bag chairs at the foot of his bed. He kept it exceptionally clean for a teenage boy.

They both lay down, and Riley snuggles up to him. She could feel his heart beating fast. She took a little bit of comfort in knowing that he was nervous too.

They both drifted off.

“Oh this is just too good!”

A voice woke them both up after only an hour of napping. It was Lucas’ older sister Jenna.

“What are you doing here?” Said Lucas, jolting up.

“Um, I live here?”

“No, you live at school.”

“Oh relax, I just came by to do some laundry. Laundromats in the city are expensive. What are you two doing? Taking friendly naps together now?”

“No, well not as friends anyways.”

“You didn’t tell your sister?” Riley aks.

“I haven’t had time, I’m sorry. Jenna, Riley and I are dating now.”

“Well it’s about damn time. All you two were doing was trying to take a quick snooze right?”

“Yes, and we have like another couple of hours so-”

“Say no more, I’ll leave. Just remember I’m home, so no funny business.”

“Wasn’t planning on it. Please close the door.” Lucas says as Jenna leaves. “Sorry about that, you know how protective she can get.”

“Yeah I do know. Can you believe she’s almost done with college?”

“Definitely crazy. I’m totally awake now.”

“I don’t know, I feel like I could sleep a little longer.”

“Would you mind if I turn the TV on? I have Netflix hooked up.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Lucas puts on The Office while Riley snuggles up to the crook of his neck. She watches him watch the TV. Lucas had the post beautiful jawline she had ever seen. In this moment, Riley imagined herself a few years down the line with her love. She could see them both going to college in the same city, and eventually getting an apartment together. She could see them crawling into bed together after a long day, and doing exactly what they were doing in this moment.

Lucas looks down and makes eye contact with Riley.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks.

“Oh, nothing special.”

#rucas #liley #rucas fanfic #liley fanfic #rucas au #riley x lucas #lucas x riley #riley and lucas #lucas and riley #gmw

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christine-moore · 7 years

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Going Back to Turner. (I Don’t Think So.)

"Would you like to have lunch this Friday at the Market?"

Out of context, this seems like a perfectly ordinary question from my husband. So why did it first hit me with a brief pang of dread?

Because "The Market" isn't a quaint little Midtown café to meet for a sandwich. It's the name of the new food court at Turner, part of a large-scale, high-budget renovation of the campus. And eating there would be my first time back at Techwood outside of the annual family Halloween party, during a regular work day like the thousands I'd had there myself.

But nearly five years (!) after leaving, was I really still nervous about visiting? Had I really not moved past it? What was wrong with me?

Alan had mentioned a few weeks ago that the menu at one of the stations that day had been especially good: a Texas buffet of chicken-fried chicken, beef brisket, jalapeno mac and cheese, and chili cheese fries. They were having that theme again on Friday, so he thought it'd be a good chance for me to come try it and see the new Market, along with all of the other changes at Turner.

I know he knew it'd be a little tough for me, even if I didn't say so, and the invitation was a thoughtful gesture for him to make. And I knew if he was there with me, that's what really mattered. So I said yes.

It was admittedly strange to be pulling up to the gate on the Visitors side, to have the security guard sternly ask for my ID. When he returned with my parking pass, he asked, "Have you been here before?"

As soon as we started walking across campus, it felt familiar, but not. Muted blue and steel gray Adirondack chairs line the front lawn. The landscaping is clean and crisp. In one shady spot, there's a brand-new hammock.

We climbed the steps up to the redesigned main courtyard, which I'd seen in progress last October but was now finished, in more than one sense of the word. The space has a shiny coat on it, like it's still fresh from the packaging. It almost feels like I imagine couples on HGTV shows feel after the makeover: Everything is beautiful and pristine, and you're afraid to actually use any of it.

The old Turner was the lived-in family room that was sort of a mess, but it was your mess. Everything was a little dated and well-worn, but you knew where your spot was, and everyone else did, too. It wasn't designed for guests--it's where you and your group could feel comfortable and just be yourselves. And with that confidence, people created sharp, original work, buoyed by the grateful disbelief that you got to come in and do this everyday.

Alan and I made our way to the Market, which feels not only like you've left Techwood, but Atlanta entirely. By design, it has the same New York/Chelsea Market vibe that Atlanta's own Ponce City Market is trying to capture. (One former coworker even referred to it as "TCM--Turner City Market.")

As with the courtyard, it was hard to believe this was the exact same amount of space that had existed previously. It was the reverse of when you go back to your old high school and realize how small everything looks. Here I thought, Was it always this big?

Then I wondered if maybe it was me who was smaller. In my peak days at Turner, I felt in charge--of my team, of my work, of my experience each day. I could glide through campus with the ease of someone who knew the layout like the back of my hand, greeted with each step by someone I knew and who knew me. It was the Cheers theme song in real life.

After lunch, Alan took me to see the redesigned 1010 building, which traditionally had been the anchor building of the campus, housing the old Station Break cafeteria and the bulk of the network floors. Now it's home to sleek conference rooms and modern meeting spaces straight from the lobby of a five-star hotel.

As we walked, I flashed back and saw ghostly images from the past overlaid on the new structures. I saw all of Cartoon Network gathered around the staircase as the former president, Betty Cohen, led us in a toast to the fact we had been the No. 2 kids network for six weeks straight. I saw the TV that had been set up to showcase what the cutting-edge new technology of HD looked like. I saw Bill Burke, former head of TBS, announcing to a gathered crowd in the lobby that the network had acquired reruns of Seinfeld--"and we'll be starting bake sales to pay for it." I clearly remember him saying those episodes would start airing in 2002 and thinking that sounded so. far. away.

Later, when TBS picked up Sex and the City, the network internally used the tagline "From Mayberry to Manhattan" to signify its evolution from old, nonstop episodes of The Andy Griffith Show to a young, buzzy show from the prestigous halo of HBO.

Today, Turner as a whole embodies the sentiment. The small-town, familial nature of the old culture was simultaneously its strongest appeal and its biggest weakness, as comfort became complacency. The new leadership was tasked with changing all that and reinvigorating the image of Turner, and in that regard, they've succeeded.

The more I've thought about my visit over the past couple of days, the more I've realized my issues are really not about Turner. To paraphrase Carrie Bradshaw, I couldn't help but wonder: Was I sad about Turner's big changes… or about my own?

The fact is, I've been feeling old lately. After everything I went through with my mom, I know rationally that "Aging is a privilege," but it doesn't change the fact that I am, indeed, aging. Because my career at Turner, from age 22 to 36, essentially defined my young adulthood, I have to confront the fact that it's not necessarily Turner I miss, but that phase of my life.

I remember back in the late '80s when I was growing into my Cubs fandom, my dad and I would evaluate each season's team. Each year, there was one player, Shawon Dunston, who I'd say "has a lot of potential." By the 4th or 5th season I said this, my dad replied, "How many years can he have potential? At some point, you have to admit he's just an average player."

For some reason, this has always stuck with me, and I recalled it again this weekend. My years at Turner and Cartoon Network represented potential, the start of a career path that could reach unlimited heights. What did it mean that my climb led to a plateau, then eventually to me jumping back down to the bottom?

Then I came back to my mantra that I am not my job. I have value and worth independent of what I did or didn't do at Turner. One of my friends on Facebook, another CN alum, pointed out that the bulk of the work we did there was ephemeral. Nobody remembers the promo he cut for the show that got canceled a year later. The clever tagline I wrote for a new series now exists only as a screenshot on my laptop. Ultimately, to paraphrase my friend, it's not the work that shapes your experience, but the experience of doing the work that shapes who you are.

I'm a big fan of the "You Made It Weird" podcast hosted by comedian Pete Holmes. While the focus is primarily on talking with fellow comedians about comedy, Holmes infuses his interviews with the big questions about life, death, religion and philosophy.

He had one episode with Deepak Chopra in which Chopra talked about the importance of presence and living in the moment, since we live in a state of constant change. Chopra talked about how our own bodies are not the same ones we had even a few days ago, as our cells are constantly dying and being regenerated. When you think back on your past, think about how right now you're physically made up of 100% new matter than you were back then.

Rather than sharing this fact to freak us out, Chopra encourages us to embrace it as proof that meaning comes in mindfulness, that only by appreciating what's currently in front of us can we find real peace. And that if your current situation doesn't bring you happiness, you can rest assured that change not only is possible, but inevitable.

So I decided this weekend to take a moment to reflect on who I am--not who I was or who I'm "supposed" to be.

I am alive. I am healthy. I am Archie's mom. I am in a kind, loving marriage. I am part of a caring family. I am worthy of love and happiness. I am capable of love and happiness. I am kind. I am curious. I am observant. I am a writer. I am only responsible for doing my best, not for being perfect. I am someone who enjoys making people laugh. I am welcome among the right group of people. I am not concerned with the wrong people. I am not always good at knowing who the wrong people are. I am trying to have faith that people usually have good intentions. I am focused on building positivity. I am becoming less tolerant of negativity. I am in control of how I respond to what I cannot control. I am doing work I enjoy. I am good at the work I do. I am happy to work with the people I work with. I am financially stable. I am creating a home for Archie. I am mentally healthier now than I was five years ago. I am healthy. I am alive. I am here. I am happy.

In truth, there is no "top" or "bottom" of the climb, because there is no climb. Nobody is tracking your progress, and those who are don't need to be part of your life. We're all just putting one foot in front of the other, every day. Even when it feels like you're being pushed or pulled in a direction you don't want to go, you're the one taking your own steps and reshaping your path into a place where you feel right.

As I get older, I'm increasingly happier on my own path, less tempted to look over to see if someone else's looks better. And when I'm unsure of what's ahead and turn around to go backwards, it's not a path to the past I see. It's the people who love me now--family and friends, old and new--forming a wall of support and assuring me they're the real force that will keep me safe going forward, and not the false security of nostalgia. They are solid and true. They will protect me and catch me. The past is art on the walls: comforting, inspiring, but ultimately an illusion, a curated image of something that existed at a moment in time--or may not have even existed at all.

One of the saddest ironies of losing my mom is not being able to tell her all the lessons I'm learning from processing the grief of her passing. So many of her quotes and cliches and sayings echo through my head daily, and occasionally one snaps into place as I suddenly understand exactly why she said it. I remember when she gave me this print as a gift and not getting why she thought it was so important. Now, as I look down the foggy road of what my future holds, her message is coming through loud and clear.

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aurumnyx · 7 years

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Tagged by the lovely @widowsresolve (she’s awesome and I love her)

holy crap, you were right this is freakin’ long. here you go kids, more information about me than you probably ever wanted but are now getting.

Relationship status: i am very very single, and i’m okay with that for the most part.

Favorite colors: RED

Pets: MY GERMAN SHEP WHO I LOVE VERY MUCH AND GET TO SEE IN 10 DAYS I’M SO EXCITED. His name is Pharaoh :) Also my roommates and I have some fishes.

Last song I listened to: i’ve been listening to the Fantastic Beasts soundtrack all day long cause I haven’t really felt like moving and i just really love movie soundtracks

First fandom: technically speaking I didn’t know what fandom was until I was like 13, so Transformers, but before that it was probably Ninja Turtles when I was like 9.

Hobbies: drawing, reading, writing, sleeping

Favorite book: i don’t really know anymore tbh... hopefully when I’m done with school I can do more reading of books and find a new favorite.

Worst thing I’ve eaten: i’m really not picky at all, but like... when you bite into something hoping it’s ripe and the taste is all off and you just need to spit it out.

Favorite place: uh, that’s a tough one. I love being home, but I don’t necessarily want to be in Nebraska anymore. I went to New York for the first time in March and I REALLY REALLY want to go back, so probably New York City right now.

Are you named after someone? I’m pretty sure I’m the only one of my siblings who doesn’t have a family name.

When is the last time you cried? I felt like crying on Saturday, but didn’t surprisingly... So I think the last time I actually cried was about a month ago.

Do you like your handwriting? Yeah, it’s dumb but I’m kind of vain about it and if it doesn’t look right I gotta erase and try again.

What is your favorite lunch meat? probably roast beef, tho salami is probably a close second cause my dad and i got kind of obsessed with havarti cheese and it tastes really good with salami.

Do you have kids? nope

If you were another person, would you be friends with you? I think so.

Do you use sarcasm? HAH. It’s like second nature.

Do you still have your tonsils? Unfortunately.

Would you bungee jump? HELL NAH.

What is your favorite kind of cereal? what ever kind is in the pantry haha, if it’s there I will eat it. But probably Lucky Charms... or the chocolate Marshmallow Mateys.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? just my boots.

Do you think you’re a strong person? physically? LMAO NO. mentally/ emotionally? ..... maybe? eh.

What is your favorite ice cream flavor? ANNELYN I KNEW I LOVED YOU FOR A REASON MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP IS MY FAVORITE TOO. It’s also really freakin good with caramel on it.

What is the first thing you notice about people? eyes, smile, hair.

Red or pink? RED

What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? i’m a lil chubby, but normally that doesn’t really bother me.

What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? i am not wearing pants or shoes right now.

What was the last thing you ate? one of those sausage/ pancake corndog things.

What are you listening to? Still listening to Fantastic Beasts soundtrack.

If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Permanent Geranium Lake (i looked up crayola crayons.)

Favorite smell? the desert after it rains, clean mountain air, my dad’s cooking, the lemon/ cinnamon thing that my grandma boils and always leaves my clothes smelling like her house after i leave.

Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? my grandpa

Favorite sport to watch? i don’t really watch sports all that often, but i do enjoy some good American Football.

Hair color? brown/ blonde

Eye color? blue-gray with some green around the pupil.

Do you wear contacts? yes

Favorite food to eat? HAMBURGERS.

Scary movies or comedy? comedy, i don’t do scary movies.

Last movie you watched? Guardians of the Galaxy 2

What color shirt are you wearing? Gray with some Autobots on it.

Summer or winter? winter.

Hugs or kisses? hugs.

What book are you currently reading? Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Who do you miss right now? my mom and dad, my siblings, my dog, my friends back home, a couple of my cousins

What is on your mouse pad? usually my hand.

What is the last tv program you watched? F.R.I.E.N.D.S. like a freakin month ago, I haven’t had much time to watch tv.

What is the best sound? a good song, thunderstorm sans tornado siren, little waterfalls, when my family is together and we’re laughing and everything is happy

Rolling stones or the Beatles? eh, i don’t really care either way.

What is the furthest you have ever traveled? France, the Alps specifically is the farthest I’ve been.

Do you have a special talent? apparently people think i’m cool and i have no idea why.

Where were you born? Utah, USA

People you expect to participate in the survey? well, normally @widowsresolve i can count on... but seeing as she’s the one that tagged me... i donno, i’ll tag people and be surprised.

11 Questions from @widowsresolve

1. What movie would you change the ending to? GIVE ME PERCIVAL GRAVES. really tho, just... just add him into the end, let me know he’s okay.

2. Have you ever rock climbed? on one of those fake rock walls.

3. Peanut butter or mint with chocolate? MINT.

4. Do you prefer baking or cooking? Uh, I can barely do either??? But i do like baking better.

5. What show did you watch when you were young that has particularly stuck with you? uh, my dad and I watched a lot of Wacky Races and Johnny Bravo, and when I couldn’t sleep we’d watch Madeline

6. Favorite movie franchise? Annelyn expects me to say the Hobbit, and she wouldn’t be wrong, but also Marvel, LOTR, Harry Potter, the first two Mummy movies, Fast and Furious

7. Chemistry, physics, or biology? probably physics because one of the things i was interested in as a kid was Astronomy.

8. Favorite quote? “Happiness can be found in the darkest times if one only remembers to turn on the light.” I got lots of favorite quotes, but that was the first one that came to mind.

9. Do you like puzzles? Do you prefer puzzles with fewer pieces or gigantic puzzles? I do like puzzles, i haven’t done one in years tho so i don’t really have a preference.

10. If you could live anywhere, where would you choose? a small town with the mountains in view, a place where i can see the stars, somewhere i can have a nice fire pit in the backyard and a hammock

11. Favorite trope in fiction? misfit group becomes family, enemy becomes friend/ weird uncle, the sunshine one/ the grumpy one, childhood friends

My 11 Questions....

1. What did you want to be when you were little?

2. Road trips, yay or nay?

3. What is your favorite video game and/or board game?

4. Where is one place you’ve always wanted to travel to?

5. Summer Olympics or Winter Olympics?

6. What is something that makes you happy?

7. Any brothers or sisters?

8. Ever done anything crazy?

9. Cars or Airplanes?

10. (Annelyn I’m stealing one of yours) Favorite trope in fiction?

11. Favorite candy?

I tagggg.... @trouble-under-fire @gingahninjah @robotzombiedog @the-curly-headed @writersstareoutwindows @mickymoon and really anyone else who wants to...

#let me know if you actually do this #i love reading these things #holy this one was a long one tho #i need a tag to keep these together

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