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brooklynislandgirl · 1 year

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61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

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Beth stops only when she's completed the brush-stroke. It isn't often that she does portrait work, but Cory's beautiful and the muse has stricken her. That Cory is also gracious and has sat in the same place in the same position for nearly two whole hours speaks to her stamina and the kind of person she is. Beth is also not the temperamental artist type that will harangue her for talking, either. One more glance at the work in progress and she nods to herself. "The preliminary sketch is done, an' we'll have the right light for a while longer so if ya wanna move, stretch, or if ya need make shi-shi, we can come back to dis." That isn't an answer to her question, but Beth feels the need to make the offer first and foremost, maybe buying herself a little time to come up with a truthful offering. Setting her palette down and setting the brush into the paint cup she then meanders over to the kitchen where she pours herself a cup of fresh brewed coffee. It's nothing like what Cory makes, but it isn't a disaster either. She doesn't offer Cory a cup. Not because Beth is in any way ashamed but because by now she knows where everything is kept and the apartment is such a second home that she's honestly thinking about having Andy make her a key of her own. Beth settles across the couch. Puts a cushion against the small of her back to take some pressure off the bad posture she'd slouched her way into. It leaves her brother's chair and the other half of the wrap around for Cory to make herself comfortable with, too. Almost a half cup of sips later she sets her mug on the table and closes her eyes. If Beth really admitted the truth, she'd know Cory would absolutely understand if she said their chart or triage tag. Obvious wounds, the blood or the bone that shouldn't be sticking out like that. She spends more time with patients than she does with regular people in regular situations. But that's not the sort of question that was asked and for all her difficulty with spoken language she can recognise it for what it is. Perhaps Cory has something ~or rather, someone~ in mind, specifically. Maybe she's just curious for how closely Beth cleaves to her brother. Forever tucked under wing she doesn't really seem to have any other real social contact. It's really easy then to see why people have ideas about her and her brother. "Hands." Hands can tell her about underlying health concerns; lung and liver function, nerve impairment, arthritic condition. It can speak to a host of things and is easier to look at than they eyes. There's softness and tenderness, or they can be hard and brutal. Fastidiousness or general lack of care told through the nails. "Mouth." Because it's a crutch, watching words take shape because people don't come with subtitles. More often than not she resorts to lip-reading to help mask herself, to force herself to pay attention and get on easier with someone. Especially if they are strangers, someone new in her life that she doesn't know well. "Eyes." A faint smile. "Not necessarily in dat order. An' I'm pretty sure you know why. So wha' about you? Is dere somet'ing you notice firs' or mebbe somet'ing you intentionally look for?"

#Mahalo!Cory <333 #Kope'aumakua|Corinne Bailey #Coffee and Cream|Cory and Beth #Brooklyn Stories|New York Serenade

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chloeck · 1 year

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The last time I saw them was on a cold rainy morning. They used to be my best customers… The coffee shop was bustling as people flooded in to escape the rain. I began to clear the tables, humming to myself as the sweet smell of chocolate croissants wafted under my nose. The bells on the door jingled and a cool breeze sent chills down my spine. I glanced toward the door and saw her. Pale and distraught looking. Thinner than usual. My heart sank. One of the things that I love most about owning this coffee shop is the people-watching. I love seeing my customers become regulars and watching these regulars build relationships. I get to witness little snippets of their lives unfold as I piece together who I think they are. What I think their story is. I’ve watched this girl come in for the past couple of months and have paid attention to her in particular. She sits in the corner in front of the window and oftentimes a boy accompanies her. They reminded me of me and my husband when we were young. When they were together, the rest of the world seemed to fade around them, nothing else could tear their attention away from each other. They would pour over books laughing and chatting away, not a care in the world. I have to admit I may also have liked them so much because they were particular fans of my homemade chocolate croissants. But something about their excitement and passion gave me hope for the future, for the next generation. One day I came into work to find them staring at our collage of photographs that we have on the wall. The young girl saw me and pointed toward a photo in the center. “I love that one! It looks so magical.” I smiled to myself. I had taken that photograph on my honeymoon in Venice. I remember feeling on top of the world as we floated forward through the canals. The colorful houses blurred by as the gondoliers serenaded us. I was so eager to dive into the new chapter of my life. After we came back from our honeymoon we came back and opened this very coffee shop here in New York City. The rest was history. I snapped out of my reminiscent trance and turned to watch the girl who had now sat down at her usual table by the window. She watched as the cars drove by and the herd of pedestrians dashed through puddles. A few minutes later, the boy joined her. But he was not his usual upbeat self. Tired and drained, he slowly sat down. “Oh, dear.” I thought. “This does not look good.” I sighed and continued to clear tables around me. I’d witnessed some interesting things here at this cafe- seen my fair share of first dates and breakups. But I had been rooting for this couple… Eventually, she stood up, gathered her things, and mustering what little confidence I could see she had left, walked out. The door jingled and the Brooklyn bustle carried on…

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pulsdmedia · 2 years

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tarnishedhalo · 4 years

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@nolegacies {{XX}}

Riley nearly wraps Sally around a telephone poll. Would have if he hadn’t taken a few precious nanoseconds and spooled them out, stretched like taffy, to correct the way he inadvertently jerks the wheel when he hears a singular cry tearing through time and space to reverberate in an echo inside his head. The classic muscle car stops within a whisper of the weathered wood, chrome bumper all but kissing it.

Whatever fury would normally surge through him is swallowed first by a sense of relief the likes of which even he can’t describe. A moment later that’s over-taken by confusion and fear as he starts scrambling for action. Billy’s been missing for three days now. Beth had said he’d wanted to get some air. He couldn’t believe she’d been so stupid as to not go with him. He can’t literally be everywhere at once and he’d screamed at her. Might have shattered some dishes against the ground, might have terrified her in ways he can’t make up for, but she’d understood, he thinks. And that’s when they’d started worrying. She’d connected with the city spirits who hadn’t a clue where their youngest sibling had gone. He’d hit the streets, checking with store clerks and hookers. He’d driven across all five boroughs day in and day out, taking time off work to do it. All to no avail. Even the bird couldn’t find him after several flights and checking with her own sources. It felt like he’d simply dropped off the face of the world and that’s when very real terror had set in. Fury replaced that fear over the injustice of it all. They’d only JUST found their brother, how could he be gone? And if Andy had to tell the truth? He was so afraid that Billy had fallen into the wrong hands. The kid was unstable, abused, traumatized, and a danger to himself and others, Awakened without knowing a fucking thing. He doesn’t call Beth or Quothe. He doesn’t immediately answer back. Instead, he filters the noise bit by bit out of his head and focuses on Billy’s desire to be found. Lets the pain and fear draw a direct line from where he is to where the Mustang idles. And then he turns the engine off, pockets the keys. Riley unbuckles his seat belt and opens the door. When he gets out, he’s no longer in the Bronx. There’s no mistaking the smell of the bay, but it’s even worse with the muck and the grime. He couldn’t care less as he steps out of the grossest mouth of an alley, and picks his way through the debris and the like. The sun is just breaching the horizon when he sees a silhouette. Tall. More defined muscle than Riley’s ever had. And the sight breaks his heart into a hundred pieces. His kid brother is filthy. There’s bruises and cuts and Riley wants to murder someone over this. Cautious, as if he were approaching a wounded animal ~and that’s far more apt than he’d like to admit~ he creeps up beside his baby brother. Carefully, quietly he nudges at the edges of the other man’s mind, that internal voice soft and tender. Hey, kid. You’re okay. It’s going to be okay. It’s me. Your brother. You’re safe. Because he is now. Billy’s safe and he’s not alone. He’s with his brother, who won’t let anything or anyone happen to him. He crouches down, and reaches out for Billy, uncaring about the filth now covering his silk shirt and his leather jacket as he puts his arms around the kid. As he presses a cheek to the top of Billy’s head. “You look like you could use a hot shower and a good breakfast. You ready to come home with me, Pup?”

#nolegacies #With One Shoe Lost|Billy Manderly #Broken Window Smiles|Billy and Riley #Angels with Dirty Faces|Homeless Verse #Brooklyn Stories|New York Serenade

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richincolor · 4 years

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We have eight books on our calendar that are releasing tomorrow, and there’s something for everyone! Which ones are on your radar?

We Are Not Free by Traci Chee HMH Books for Young Readers

“All around me, my friends are talking, joking, laughing. Outside is the camp, the barbed wire, the guard towers, the city, the country that hates us.

We are not free.

But we are not alone.”

Fourteen teens who have grown up together in Japantown, San Francisco.

Fourteen teens who form a community and a family, as interconnected as they are conflicted.

Fourteen teens whose lives are turned upside down when over 100,000 people of Japanese ancestry are removed from their homes and forced into desolate incarceration camps.

In a world that seems determined to hate them, these young Nisei must rally together as racism and injustice threaten to pull them apart. [Image and summary via Goodreads]

Like Spilled Water by Jennie Liu Carolrhoda Books

Nineteen-year-old Na has always lived in the shadow of her younger brother, Bao-bao, her parents’ cherished son. Years ago, Na’s parents left her in the countryside and went to work in the city, bringing Bao-bao along and committing everything to his education.

But when Bao-bao dies suddenly, Na realizes how little she knew him. Did he really kill himself because of a low score on China’s all-important college entrance exam? Na learns that Bao-bao had many secrets and that his death may not be what it seems. Na’s parents expect her to quit her vocational school and go to work, forcing Na to confront traditional expectations for and pressures on young women. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Wayward Witch (Brooklyn Brujas #3) by Zoraida Córdova Sourcebooks Fire

Rose Mortiz has always been a fixer, but lately she’s been feeling lost. She has brand-new powers she doesn’t understand, and her family is still trying to figure out how to function in the wake of her amnesiac father’s return home. Then, on the night of her Deathday party, Rose discovers her father’s memory loss has been a lie.

As she rushes to his side, the two are ambushed and pulled through a portal to the land of Adas, a fairy realm hidden in the Caribbean Sea. There, Rose is forced to work with a group of others to save Adas. Soon, she begins to discover the scope of her powers, the troubling truth about her father’s past, and the sacrifices he made to save her sisters.

But if Rose wants to return home so she can repair her broken family, she must figure out how to heal Adas first. –Image and summary via Goodreads

Never Look Back by Liliam Rivera Bloomsbury YA

Eury comes to the Bronx as a girl haunted. Haunted by losing everything in Hurricane Maria–and by an evil spirit, Ato. She fully expects the tragedy that befell her and her family in Puerto Rico to catch up with her in New York. Yet, for a time, she can almost set this fear aside, because there’s this boy . . .

Pheus is a golden-voiced, bachata-singing charmer, ready to spend the summer on the beach with his friends, serenading his on-again, off-again flame. That changes when he meets Eury. All he wants is to put a smile on her face and fight off her demons. But some dangers are too powerful for even the strongest love, and as the world threatens to tear them apart, Eury and Pheus must fight for each other and their lives. — Cover image and summary via Bookshop.org

Micah: The Good Girl (Flyy Girls #2) by Ashley Woodfolk Penguin Workshop

Micah Dupree had always liked being the “good girl.” She was happy painting, going to church, and acing her school projects. After all, she had a perfect older brother to live up to. But when he unexpectedly dies, Micah’s world is turned upside-down. With her anxiety growing, a serious boyfriend in the picture, and new feelings emerging, Micah begins to question what being the “good girl” really means…and if it’s worth it, anyway.

With simply stated text and compelling characters, Flyy Girls is a series that’s perfect for readers of any level. — Cover image and summary via Bookshop.org

Punching the Air by Ibi Zoboi and Yusef Salaam Balzer & Bray/Harperteen

The story that I thought was my life didn’t start on the day I was born

Amal Shahid has always been an artist and a poet. But even in a diverse art school, he’s seen as disruptive and unmotivated by a biased system. Then one fateful night, an altercation in a gentrifying neighborhood escalates into tragedy. “Boys just being boys” turns out to be true only when those boys are white.

The story that I think will be my life starts today

Suddenly, at just sixteen years old, Amal’s bright future is upended: he is convicted of a crime he didn’t commit and sent to prison. Despair and rage almost sink him until he turns to the refuge of his words, his art. This never should have been his story. But can he change it?

With spellbinding lyricism, award-winning author Ibi Zoboi and prison reform activist Yusef Salaam tell a moving and deeply profound story about how one boy is able to maintain his humanity and fight for the truth, in a system designed to strip him of both. — Cover image and summary via Bookshop.org

Lux: The New Girl (Flyy Girls #1) by Ashley Woodfolk Penguin Workshop

Meet the Flyy Girls. The group of girls who seem like they can get away with anything. Veteran author Ashley Woodfolk pens a gorgeous and dynamic series of four Harlem highschoolers, each facing a crossroads of friendship, family, and love.

Lux Lawson is on a spree. Ever since her dad left, she’s been kicked out of every school that would take her, and this is her last chance: Harlem’s Augusta Savage School of the Arts. If this doesn’t work, Lux is off to military school, no questions asked. That means no more acting out, no more fights, and definitely no boyfriends. Focus on her photography, and make nice friends. That’s the deal.

Enter the Flyy Girls, three students who have it all together. The type of girls Lux needs to be friends with to stay out of trouble. And after charming her way into the group, Lux feels she’s on the right track. But every group has their secrets, including Lux. And when the past starts catching up with her, can she keep her place as a Flyy Girl? In this searing series opener, Lux takes center stage as she figures out just how hard it can be to start over.

With simply stated text and compelling characters, Flyy Girls is a series that’s perfect for readers of any level. — Cover image and summary via Bookshop.org

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas Swoon Reads

A trans boy determined to prove his gender to his traditional Latinx family summons a ghost who refuses to leave in Aiden Thomas’s paranormal YA debut Cemetery Boys, described by Entertainment Weekly as groundbreaking.

Yadriel has summoned a ghost, and now he can’t get rid of him. When his traditional Latinx family has problems accepting his true gender, Yadriel becomes determined to prove himself a real brujo. With the help of his cousin and best friend Maritza, he performs the ritual himself, and then sets out to find the ghost of his murdered cousin and set it free.

However, the ghost he summons is actually Julian Diaz, the school’s resident bad boy, and Julian is not about to go quietly into death. He’s determined to find out what happened and tie off some loose ends before he leaves. Left with no choice, Yadriel agrees to help Julian, so that they can both get what they want. But the longer Yadriel spends with Julian, the less he wants to let him leave. — Cover image and summary via Bookshop.org

#we are not free #like spilled water #wayward witch #never look back #micah: the good girl #punching the air #lux: the new girl #cemetery boys

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classicfilmfan64 · 4 years

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'Footloose' - Dancing In The Movies

THIS IS GREAT!

The movies are: It's A Wonderful Life, Dirty Dancing, Don't Knock The Rock, Gold Diggers Of 1935, Good News, Dames, Babes On Broadway, Panama Hattie, Follow The Fleet, Bye Bye Birdie, Lady Of Burlesque, Thoroughly Modern Millie, Show Boat (1951), I Love Melvin, Meet Me After The Show, Down To Earth, Viva Las Vegas, A Date With Judy, Footloose, Moon Over Miami, Hello Dolly, The Gold Rush, Flower Drum Song, Mary Poppins, West Side Story, The Kid From Brooklyn, Les Girls, Easter Parade, Guys & Dolls, Royal Wedding, 42nd Street, Sweet Charity, White Nights, The Affairs Of Dobie Gillis, Three Little Words, Let's Be Happy, Blue Skies, Singin' In The Rain, Lullaby Of Broadway, The Seven Little Foys, Broadway Melody Of 1940, Tea For Two, Call Me Madam, Sun Valley Serenade, Words And Music, It's Always Fair Weather, The Band Wagon, Alexander's Ragtime Band, Down Argentine Way, Les Demoiselles De Rochefort, Saturday Night Fever, Flashdance, On The Town, The Little Princess, Stormy Weather, Hit The Deck, Excuse My Dust, Pennies From Heaven, The Great American Broadcast, Damn Yankees, Broadway Melody Of 1938, You're My Everything, Look For The Silver Lining, Sensations Of 1945, White Christmas, Lovely To Look At, Deep In My Heart, A Damsel In Distress, There's No Business Like Show Business, You'll Never Get Rich, The Barkleys Of Broadway, Evergreen, Honolulu, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Hollywood Canteen, The Belle Of New York, Star!, Broadway Rhythm, The Gang's All Here, Anchors Aweigh, Breakin'.

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brittanafanfichelp · 5 years

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Really interested in knowing what your top 10 brittana fics are!! Thank you for doing what you’re doing! :)

Turns out it’s pretty much impossible for me to decide on just 10 Brittana fics….but I did manage to narrow it down! So heres my top 20, I hope thats alright too

In no particular order though, I barely managed to narrow it down to 20, no way I can also rank them. I’m really bad at this, I’m sorry lol.

Set the World on Fire by Cora709For six months Santana has been living in New York City with Kurt and Rachel, but now Brittany has received her diploma and is finally coming to join them. Can new relationships accommodate old ones? And can the past ever really be recaptured?

Only Time Will Tell by sadieredNationally-ranked American figure skaters Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez train as Olympic hopefuls. “It is fresh and it is fruitful if I win, but if I lose. Oh, I don’t know."

Taking The Long Way by Lingering LiliesSantana’s journey toward self-acceptance through love, loss, friends, career and family. Contains Glee history through "Original Song.” Rated M for sex.

Tattoo by littleoases“She soaks it in for a few seconds—this night, this place, these friends, this family room floor, this girl—before she says it back.” Post-3x11. Brittana.

Any Sort of Blue Sky by themostrandomfandomBrittany and Santana find ways to love each other, no matter what their situation. Five Mouseverse vignettes.

You Instead by your-street-serenadeBrittana AU. Two feuding rockstars handcuffed together for 24 hours. A rock and roll love story set against an unforgettable lost weekend at a music festival, filled with lust, mud, betrayal, porta potties and a hundred thousand people partying to the greatest music in the world.

We’re Just Getting Started by lizbeanBrittany and Santana are married with twins. Join Quinn’s journey as she learns about herself, relationships and parenting from Brittana. Unholy Trinity friendship.

They Bring Me Back by wherehopeliesSantana Lopez lives an average life in New York as a bartender. When gorgeous Brittany and Santana’s teenage niece fall into her lap, things get interesting.

Somewhere in Brooklyn by MartianThoughtsSantana and Brittany have been trying to get pregnant for a year without any luck. What happens when a teenage foster child and positive pregnancy test land in their laps on the same day? A unique journey of motherhood ensues.

Piece By Piece by LeighKellyWhen pediatric surgeon Santana Lopez meets Dr. Brittany Pierce, head of plastic surgery, in the elevator during a blackout at the hospital, she’s immediately hit with a sense of disdain. Little does she know that she’ll be the first person to show her what love looks like, and change her life for good.

My Girlfriend’s Sister’s Keeper by bodybrokeBrittany isn’t the only Pierce that has Santana wrapped around her finger. Santana’s life with her two favorite people.

In My Life I Love You More by superrocketableFuturefic! 10 years on running into old school friends throws up a few suprises :D rated M due to language

be my fire in the cold (and I’ll be waiting by the mistletoe) by Echoes-of-RealitiesWhen the production stage manager for George Balanchine’s The Nutcracker, starring one Brittany S. Pierce, is fired seven shows into its run, Santana is hired and thrown into the production with barely any preparation.

And I’m Calling You to Be My Lifeline by daysofinspirationTina isn’t sure how Santana manages to mix her number with the crisis helpline, but now that it’s happened she is determined to do everything she can to help. Santina friendship, Brittana

You Gave Me the Word, I Finally Heard by LeighKellyWhen Brittany Pierce was seven, a near drowning experience left her profoundly deaf. For twenty-two years, she’s lived in a quiet solitude, her mother’s response to her accident leaving her wary of building relationships. She’s content with her life, her career, her home with her service dog Otis, until she quite literally runs into Santana Lopez…and then everything changes.

Rent My Pussy by soulpicnicLonely? Call 1-800-BSPUSSY.

Reasons that I Laugh and Breathe by klikeszombiesAU. Brittany goes to college and meets Santana and the rest of New Directions. Even though life has been hard so far, and even though bad things still happen, she regrets nothing that has brought her here.

I Know You Wanna Touch by bugstoriesBrittana AU - Brittany and Santana are both in their mid-twenties, meeting in a fancy bar in New York City. The chemistry is there, but how will Santana react when she finds out that the mysterious blonde is in fact an escort? Will she give her a chance?

Burn The Whore House (To The Ground) by IceRose92In a world where sex slavery is the norm, Santana is sold to a wealthy man who hopes that her company can help mend his daughter’s broken spirit. Can a master who doesn’t believe in the slave trade and a slave who only wants to be loved let go of their troubled pasts? AU Brittana (very small mentions of Faberry, Puckurt, Tike, and Samcedes)

To Wish Possible Things by bodybrokeAfter the events at Mr. Schue’s wedding, Brittany and Santana have a long overdue conversation about what exactly went wrong in their relationship, and start trying to fix it, with a little help from their friends.

#sorry it took me so long to answer #also this could have easily been a top 100 lol #brittana #fic help #fic rec #top 20

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sebvrnes · 6 years

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The Bay Window - Part 2

Masterlist || Part 1

SUMMARY: Your bay window was never meant to seat just one.

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (Modern AU)

WARNINGS: tension, angst (still not 100% sure if it is, but I’ll warn you guys about it anyway)

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

A/N: Here’s part two! Thank you guys for a the love, it was better than I ever expected. I legit cried a little. :’) I think this is probably gonna be like three or four parter or sumthin like that. I also discovered while writing this I’m hell lot more angsty than I ever thought I was. LOL sorry Hope you enjoy!

The cold autumn night halted to a stop. Brooklyn hushed itself into a quiet slumber while the whistle of the wind softened to low hum, barely heard over the pounding of your heart. The trumpet of Glenn Miller’s ballad slowly faded and a veil of silence draped itself over the room.

He stood timidly at the door, the ocean of his eyes inviting you in for a swim. Your eyes followed his hand as it rubbed against the back of his neck, head slightly bowed to glance at the floor before gazing back up through his lashes. The ghost of a smile caressed his lips, before his hand dropped and an awkward chuckle made its way to you.

Frozen in place, your eyes journeyed over his body, studying the new plains of his skin. The hills of his biceps had grown, the expanse of his shoulders made wider by the muscles that laid beneath his jacket. His stance was stronger, most likely due to the tree trunks that were now his legs. To anyone else he would have appeared beastly, but to you there was always a softness in his features.

Small lines laid next to his eyes, the cracks that used to run across his palms had smoothed over leaving only small callouses at the base of his fingers. He cut his hair, no longer the long tresses wrapped in a man bun, but a wispy pompadour with a few loose strands dangling above his eyebrows. His lips were paler than usual, slightly parted as if he was holding his breath.

Noticing more than a second had passed, you looked at him once over before he began to speak. It’s missing.

“H-hi…” A small cough escaped his lips as he attempted to clear his throat. He stood taller and released the breath he was holding. “Hi, Y/N.”

You crossed your arms over your chest as you shifted your weight. “Hey, Buck… What’re you doing here?”

Your eyes searched his as he shifted his stance, debating whether or not he was welcomed to step through your door. “I, uh, was going over to Steve and Peggy’s to surprise them since I’m in town and all… And well, I found out they weren’t home and,” he lifted a small bag that you hadn’t noticed he was carrying, “I heard you were living here now, so I thought h-hey, why not… Share?”

His other hand returned to the back of his neck as his eyes sheepishly pleaded with you to be invited in. You breathed deeply to calm yourself down with no avail. The air got caught in your throat as you glanced at the floor considering your options. Gazing up at him again, you offered him a small smile and shifted towards your kitchen, strolling slowly allowing him to follow you.

Relieved, he stepped through the threshold and closed the door as delicately as possible. Once it was locked, he paused to take in your home.

Brick walls were lightly painted with white throughout the living room, the original clay red occasionally peeping through. In the middle of room sat a grey couch littered with pillows as a glass coffee table stood hopelessly by. Coffee mugs and endless papers spilled over its top and scattered restlessly onto the floor next to the photographs spread on the rug. Behind the couch, one wall held floating shelves showcasing your favorite books mixed with a few trinkets. Another wall was home to a map created by polaroids you’d taken on your travels accompanied by a few of you smiling with friends and strangers. Below sat a low shelf housing your record player and its albums and a small television. Opposite the front door sat two wooden shelves. More books, magazines, and photos rested along the surfaces, accenting the yellow peonies and green succulents that completed its look. Cradled in between the shelves sat the bay window. He smiled.

He finally sauntered into the kitchen where you stood, arms rested on the counter as you stared off into space. As he stood opposite you, he placed the bag down onto the counter, causing you to face him with the same small smile he was grateful to see.

Quietly you asked, “So… What’d you bring?”

You tilted your head in confusion as you watched his smile mischievously grow. He reached into the bag and placed a box in front of you. Maxi’s was scribbled on its top. He then reached in again and placed a bottle of wine next to it before glancing at you expectantly. You met his eyes with a puzzled face. Steve and Peggy only drink whiskey.

Before he could read your thoughts, you reached out and opened the box revealing your favorite cannolis. You raised an eyebrow as your lips turned into a smirk. “How’d you get these at this hour?”

He returned the smirk. “Well, unfortunately they’re a little cold. I got them before closing.”

“There couldn’t have been this many cannolis before closing.”

He chuckled, “I may or may not know the owner’s son.” Uh, huh.

“So is that how you found out where I lived?” You busied yourself with reading the label of the wine bottle to avoid his eyes. “That’s a little scary. I need to talk Pietro about giving my address to strangers.” Your smirk teased your lips as you turned the bottle in your hands.

Preoccupied with wine, you missed the way his jaw clenched. He cleared his throat before he continued. “Actually, Steve mentioned that Peggy helped you decorate.”

“Oh, yeah…” Stupid. “I couldn’t really figure out how to hang shelves off the brick. And you know Peggy, crafty as ever,” you laughed.

He joined in. “Well, it looks great… Even better than-” he coughed realizing his mistake. “Uh, ‘scuse me… So uh, how’ve you been?”

You offered a humorless laugh as you settled the wine back onto the counter. “I’ve been… okay. It’s a long story…”

He watched as you started to wring your fingers. He scrunched his eyebrows together as his head stooped down to meet your eyes. “Well, I’ve got time…” A small smile pleaded with you.

You searched the swells of blue in his eyes.

“O-okay, well… I suggest you get yourself situated on the couch. I’ll pour us a glass of this wine.”

He nodded and wandered off into your living room, his steps slowing as he passed by the bay window. When he heard you waddling into the space, he plopped himself onto the couch. You gently sat down on the opposite end before passing him his glass. He analyzed the distance between you two. His jaw clenched again.

You took a sip of the wine and began to fiddle with the rim. In attempt to ease the atmosphere, he took a sip from his glass as well, then searched in vain for a place to set it down on the coffee table. Seeing the papers overflow from the top, he assumed it was your work and didn’t want to chance ruining it. As he was about to give up in his search, he read a title on one of the pages. The Shifting Tide Between Titanium and Vibranium. Curious, he faced the table and picked up the paper and read the title of the article beneath it. Espionage and Diplomacy: The Hidden Tales of S.H.I.E.L.D. Lost in his amazement, he scanned the titles of paper after paper.

“These were you?”

The pang in your chest went unnoticed as you offered a smile. “Yeah. They’re mine.”

Finally deciding to settle his glass on the floor, he shuffled through more of the pages, lips parting in awe of your work. You could have sworn a gasp escaped his lips as he read the titles of the pages clutched in his hands. The Age of Prodigies: New York Youth Taking Technology Into A New Era. A Little [Ant] Told Me… The Truth Behind the Arms War In the Middle East.

A wave of cerulean splashed you, the tides wild and swirling in their color. “Y/N… These, this… this is some of the best journalism work of the century…”

A heat of pink flushed your cheeks as you looked away. Your chest swelled with pride as you allowed yourself to accept the compliment. After years of writing without appraisal, you finally struck gold. It was comforting to know someone else thought so, too.

Not knowing how to respond, your eyes drifted over to your record player spinning in a soundless loop. You walked over and fingered through your albums. Shivers raced down your spine as his gaze followed your hands, placing a new vinyl on the turn table. The soprano of Skitch Henderson’s piano soon fluttered into the room and Brooklyn joined in with the low whistle of the wind.

A quiet hum slipped through your lips, your eyes falling closed as Skitch serenaded you into ease. Bucky couldn’t help but smile as he watched, the gleam never reaching his eyes. Walking back, you picked up your wine and slipped back onto the cushions. Bringing the glass to your lips, you smirked in amusement as Bucky’s eyes raced over you.

“What?”

“Y/N, these are… incredible.” He shook his head as he scanned the papers scattered on the floor. “The guys in the lab they kept going on and on about how we should’ve already been making prosthetics with vibranium and, wow…” He slumped against the couch, shaking his head to get his thoughts in order. “I had no idea these articles were yours…”

He stared at you and you nearly gasped at the intensity. He was looking for something, but what?

“These must’ve taken you months… I can’t believe you made so many breakthroughs all in a… How?”

Your lips curled into a smile. “I said it was a long story,” you taunted.

Bucky picked up his wine glass and took a long sip, his gaze still locked with yours. As he dropped his glass, his shoulders eased onto couch releasing the tension you hadn’t noticed he was holding. His lips curled to match yours, his waves of blue rolling into a low tide before he softly spoke.

“Tell me.”

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heauxkyu · 7 years

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100 sprace, pretty please? also maybe spot can say the line? I really like the hc that spot is a softie around race

Oh my gosh I apologize for the agonizingly long wait. I just moved into college two weeks ago and my life has never felt more hectic. I finally got time to write a little more! This is admittedly a little rushed and sloppy, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Thank you for the prompt

100. “I adore you.”

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Racetrack Higgins considered himself to be pretty clever. If someone were to take him anywhere in New York, he could navigate through any street and find his way back home. If he started a game of cards that he was destined to lose, he could nab a few bucks off of the unsuspecting players while they weren’t paying attention, so he never really lost any money. If the Delancey brothers tried to sneak up on him or some of the other Manhattan newsies, Race was usually the key component to winning the fight, his smart remarks and quick reflexes enough to distract both of the brothers long enough for help to arrive or for Race to get a good punch in.

He was used to living on the streets, practically begging for money, enduring the cold, going to sleep hungry, getting teased by the other boys he lived with, and working long days.

However, he wasn’t used to having Spot Conlon crowded against him in hidden alleyways and under staircases. He wasn’t used to Spot kissing him hard and deep, gentle and kind, or desperate and quick. He wasn’t used to Spot showing any kind of emotion whatsoever.

But hey, that didn’t mean he didn’t like it.

“I love you.” Spot murmured against Race’s lips, pressing quick kisses against them after every word. Race smiled against him, letting himself be showered with compliments.

He had traveled over to Brooklyn with the intent to tell Spot about how he wanted to take him back to Manhattan for a poker game, but Spot had barely let him talk, immediately winding his arms around Race’s waist and hauling him off to under the docks, hidden from any wanderers.

Race had admittedly giggled his way through the adventure, blushing every time Spot’s lips haphazardly met his cheeks. When they finally reached their secluded area, Spot finally had the chance to properly cup Race’s face and bring him froward for the first real kiss of the day.

When Race finally pulled away, he pushed Spot off of him playfully. “What’s gotten’ into you, hot stuff?” He joked, pretending to wipe his mouth on his sleeve. “Ya barely lettin’ me get a word in.”

“Missed you.” Was all Spot said in response, tugging Race close to him again and pressing their foreheads together. Race smiled at him. Seeing Spot vulnerable and loving like this was a relatively new concept. It was only two months ago that he and Spot had admitted feeling more than friendship for one another, a concept that was considered highly illegal and, not to mention sinful, by most people.

Race remembered the time clearly. It started out with him arguing with the other boy over the recent strike. Spot wasn’t willing to join, and Jack had sent Race over in an act of desperation. Spot had claimed he didn’t want Race visiting him simply to convince him of Jack’s devious plans, and Race had, in a moment of intense emotion, admitted that he offered himself to go because the other boys thought that Spot had a soft spot (ha) for him.

Spot had, at first, adamantly denied this and sent Race on his way— angrily. He knew his reputation was in danger. Race had left, but he only made it halfway across the bridge before Spot came running after him. Race remembers a blur of words, a quick, awkward kiss, and the other boy running back into the night. It wasn’t until Race visited Brooklyn again three days later that he finally got Spot alone and they had a real talk, which had admittedly ended with breathy moans muffled by calloused hands.

Now, two months later, Race was getting acquainted with a new Spot Conlon. This Spot let his guard down and constantly wanted a hand or, preferably, his whole body on Race. He whispered promises in Race’s ears and listened intently to his stories about his day. Though the previous Spot had been a good friend before, it came without the kissing, loving words, and pleasurable acts. Race had no problem accepting the new version and frankly, he was honored that Spot would let his guard down enough to admit that Race was his favorite person.

“I was trying to say,” Race had to pull away from Spot’s persistent lips again, using his arms to hold the other at bay, “that I want you to come to Manhattan tonight.”

“Mhm?” Spot murmured, raising his eyebrows. “What, you wanna introduce me to your friends? Ain’t that movin’ a little fast?”

Race rolled his eyes at Spot’s teasing tone. As if Spot had never met any of the Manhattan newsies before. “No, jackass. We’s all goin’ to Medda’s to play poker and I know you enjoy takin’ all of Jack’s money.”

“I do enjoy that.” Spot smiled, reaching out to run his thumb along Race’s bottom lip. He looked into the darker eyes of the boy in front of him and cocked his head slightly. “I love you.”

“You already said that.” Race breathed out, trying to pretend Spot’s words didn’t cause him to feel every emotion under the sun. His stomach felt like a pool of warmth and nerves, spreading a jittery feeling throughout his entire body. He wanted Spot to say more. “What else ya got?” He asked, unable to resist the temptation of hearing Spot admit all of his secret admirations without having to pretend to be tough and no-nonsense.

“What else do you wanna hear?” Spot played along, pressing his lips against Race’s yet again.

“Hmmm.” Race hummed against him. He pulled away and pretended to mull it over. “Tell me all of the things you think about me.”

Spot grinned at him, stepping away and pretending to stroke an imaginary beard. He waited until Race got impatient before beginning a sweet serenade of compliments. “I love your teeth. How they’s all crooked.” He started out, knowing that would get Race smiling. When the other did indeed show his crooked teeth, Spot continued.

“I love your clothes ‘cause they is way too big for you.”

Race rolled his eyes, subconsciously moving to adjust his suspenders. “They ain’t that big.” He muttered. Spot’s hands snuck forward to fiddle with the front of his baggy white shirt, sending Race a wink before continuing.

“I think your laugh is annoyin’ but I ain’t ever wanna stop hearin’ it.”

The shorter boy blushed. Trying to cover up his shy chuckle with his hand, only to have it pulled away by Spot and pinned to his side.

“Don’t try to cover it up.” He snickered, interlocking his fingers with Race’s now.

“You said it was annoyin’.” Race pretended to pout, though he squeezed Spot’s hand back just as hard. “Now you gotta make up for it. Tell me I’m pretty.”

Spot barked out a laugh, nudging his forehead against Race’s shoulder. “You’re very pretty, Race.”

Race hummed happily, running his free hand along the back of Spot’s neck. “Keep talkin’ like that and you may just get lucky.”

Spot stood up straight at that, looking straight into Race’s eyes with a mischievous grin on his face. “For sure?” He asked, always eager to make Race moan his name. The boy in front of him rolled his eyes again.

“Not if you keep stallin’. Maybe I’ll just leave.”

“No!” Spot responded without missing a beat, “I don’t like it when you’re gone.”

At this, Race looked somber, his eyes shooting up to meet Spot’s and his face slightly shocked. A faint blush was already dusting his cheeks, but now the innocent, admiring look he was giving the other boy was too much for him to stay away. Spot advanced once again, pulling Race forward and kissing him yet another time. Race melted into the touch, moving his hands to Spot’s cheeks and deepening the kiss. Spot allowed this, stepping forward eagerly and sending both of the stumbling backwards. Race pulled back with a soft laugh.

“You know somethin’?” He asked Spot quietly, keeping his hands close to the other’s face to feel the warmth radiating from his cheeks. Spot raised his eyebrows in response. Race took a quick breath and continued. “I never woulda guess that you had a soft side.”

Spot snorted, taking a small step back to give Race a teasing smile. “Don’t go blabbin’ bout it. I ain’t lookin’ to have my reputation ruined.”

“I ain’t gonna tell no one, you idiot.” Race laughed. “I like hearin’ you talk all nice.”

The taller boy grinned, cocking his head to the side. “Yeah? Well I like talkin’ all nice to you.”

Race kissed him, smiling against the other’s mouth, this time accepting the knots and butterflies flopping around in his stomach. Spot returned the gesture eagerly, peppering small kisses on Race’s cheeks and forehead.

“I adore you.” He whispered against Race’s right cheek.

Race felt as if his knees were going to give out. His heart skipped a beat and he gripped onto Spot’s hands eagerly. Spot seemed to know the affect of his words, laughing softly as Race buried his head into his shoulder, blushing furiously and cursing Spot for being “gross”.

As they stood there in the shade of the overbearing Brooklyn buildings, carefully embracing one another and whispering silly, nonsense promises to one another, both boys felt at home.

Race definitely wasn’t used to this new Spot Conlon, but damn, he could get used to him.

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#malwrites #sprace #sprace fanfic #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #newsies #gen newsies #newsies fanfiction #newsies slash #i know this is trash and rushed but i need to get these done ahhhh I’m sorry

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enjoymusicandbeauty · 3 years

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Movie stars dancing to 'Footloose'.

It's A Wonderful Life, Dirty Dancing, Don't Knock The Rock, Gold Diggers Of 1935, Good News, Dames, Babes On Broadway, Panama Hattie, Follow The Fleet, Bye Bye Birdie, Lady Of Burlesque, Thoroughly Modern Millie, Show Boat (1951), I Love Melvin, Meet Me After The Show, Down To Earth, Viva Las Vegas, A Date With Judy, Footloose, Moon Over Miami, Hello Dolly, The Gold Rush, Flower Drum Song, Mary Poppins, West Side Story, The Kid From Brooklyn, Les Girls, Easter Parade, Guys & Dolls, Royal Wedding, 42nd Street, Sweet Charity, White Nights, The Affairs Of Dobie Gillis, Three Little Words, Let's Be Happy, Blue Skies, Singin' In The Rain, Lullaby Of Broadway, The Seven Little Foys, Broadway Melody Of 1940, Tea For Two, Call Me Madam, Sun Valley Serenade, Words And Music, It's Always Fair Weather, The Band Wagon, Alexander's Ragtime Band, Down Argentine Way, Les Demoiselles De Rochefort, Saturday Night Fever, Flashdance, On The Town, The Little Princess, Stormy Weather, Hit The Deck, Excuse My Dust, Pennies From Heaven, The Great American Broadcast, Damn Yankees, Broadway Melody Of 1938, You're My Everything, Look For The Silver Lining, Sensations Of 1945, White Christmas, Lovely To Look At, Deep In My Heart, A Damsel In Distress, There's No Business Like Show Business, You'll Never Get Rich, The Barkleys Of Broadway, Evergreen, Honolulu, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Hollywood Canteen, The Belle Of New York, Star!, Broadway Rhythm, The Gang's All Here, Anchors Aweigh, Breakin'.

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brooklynislandgirl · 4 years

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@multi-mused {before}

At the tilt of his head, the tip of her nose grazes the soft spot just behind his chin point, the soft shadow of stubble there. She plucks at his arm, wraps it around her waist to let it rest heavy there. She could draw the covers up around them but is too pleased with the spot she’s winnowed out for herself, not unlike a cat snoozing in a shaft of sunlight. Maybe it was the wine, or the soft music playing in the background, the company keeping her, or perhaps its all of the above. She delights over his answers, of course, but there’s more too them, and she can’t help but to pry into the details that he keeps to himself. “The living room. This one? Right here? Ooooh. Scandalous. Who with? Someone I know? Tabby mebbe?” A brow rises though at the rest. “Nine? Wow. Now I feel like a very very old maid. Positively ancient. Did you start it, or was it some lil girl who had a huge crush on ya? Bet you’re used t’ that.” She doesn’t bring up the hot tub or his lack of clothing in it, that almost too closely skirts around information she shouldn’t really have. “Oh yes, you’re doing wonders for academic research. But I just need more details.”

#multi-mused #Stubbornness Ingrained|Garrett Knight #From Dawn to Setting Sun|Garrett and Beth #A Little South of Heaven #Brooklyn Stories|New York Serenade

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my-fic-recs-for-ppl-in-need · 4 years

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Stucky

07.02.2020

Here’s my first ever fic-rec that I’ve made. I hope you like them!

This consists 20 of my favourite Stucky fics! I’ve put warnings in if the fic has something like sad engings or if there’s some major character deaths to make your reading experience as enjoyable as possible!

Also feel free to send me some of your favourite ones because I am always looking for new fics to read. Anyways, enjoy your reading and here’s the list!

Chase This Light by leveragehunters on Ao3

58,5 K

Raiting: Teen And Up Audiences

No Warnings

In the modern world, where the creatures of myth live side-by-secret-side with mundane humanity, Steve Rogers is one of the gifted humans who straddles the line between mythfolk and mundane, and he's never told anyone about the day he healed a dragon.

Living in the city in human form, Bucky's managed to shed most of dragon-kind's more unpleasant tendencies, but he's never quite managed to shake the tendency to get attached, especially not when it comes to the healer who saved his life.

When healers start going missing, Bucky will do anything to make sure Steve isn't one of them, something that would be a hell of a lot easier if Steve could stand the sight of him. Of course, Steve might feel differently if he knew Bucky was the dragon he'd saved all those years ago.

The World’s at Stake by Atsadi on Ao3

16,3 K

Raiting: Teen And Up Audiences

No Warnings

Few soulmates are separated at birth by too much time – but when the distance becomes greater than one year all bets are off, with five years’ difference being equally as unusual as fifty.

Yet the one rule that has never been broken is that the soulmates’ lifespans always overlap.

So it came as something of a shock to the young boy in an orphanage in Brooklyn, New York, when his soul mark came in at the age of twelve and told him that his soulmate had been dead for almost sixty years.

Brooklyn by togina on Ao3

8,7 K

Raiting: Teen And Up Audiences

No Warnings

Need an Ao3 account to read

"Captain America, what's your stance on gay marriage?"

Everyone knows that, by now. Everyone but Bucky.

How can a loser ever win by sirona on Ao3

12,4 K

Raiting: Mature

No Warnings

The Soldier should not be standing here, in the middle of a crowded room with obstructed exits, risking discovery with every second he remains rooted to the spot -- but.

But. He'd had to know.

Five Times Steve Scared the Ever-Living Shit Out Of Bucky, And The One Time Bucky Finally Did Something About It by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot on Ao3

7,6 K

No Warnings

Raiting: Mature

'Steve smiles against him, still getting his kicks with the whole thing. Because he might be a truly wonderful person, but he can also be a little shit if he wants to be.

“Never fucking do that to me again,” Bucky says, but it lacks venom.

“I won’t.” Steve says.

But Bucky knows he will because he’s Steve.'

OR: Whether he's doing it on purpose or not, Steve consistently scares the crap out of Bucky, who is already trying to deal with his looming feelings for the little punk. It's giving him gray hair.

Raise Your Hand If You Understand Russian by Alex_Writes on Ao3

6,3 K

Raiting: Mature

No Warnings

Bucky Barnes, a Russian foreign exchange student, moves in with Steve, Natasha, Tony, and Clint when Fury - the Dean of the college - realizes that his English is poor and that Natasha is the best candidate to work as an interpreter. Upon seeing Steve, Bucky starts making comments, knowing that only Natasha will understand what he's saying. Things change, though, when Tony insists they go to a carnival for "house bonding" and Steve overhears something. With a trick up his sleeve, Steve and Bucky proceed to surprise everyone in the house, proving that they might not know Steve as well as they thought they did.

Our Broken Parts (Smashed on the Floor) by This Girl Is (non_sequential) on Ao3

11,7 K

Raiting: Explicit

No Warnings

Steve is sent undercover to catch an elusive Russian assassin. He didn’t want to do it in the first place; he’s damn certain he won’t be asked again.

Bite Your Tongue by Avaaricious on Ao3

34,1 K

Raiting: Teen And Up Audiences

No Warnings

AKA the "I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold a shirt and then leave it one more time I'm going to stuff it down your throat" AU

Even Underneath The Waves by Leveragehunters on Ao3

20,4 K

Raiting: Teen And Up Audiences

No Warnings

When the siren came to the merfolk clan in search of a temporary mate she knew she'd bear a daughter, a full-blooded siren, powerful and deadly. Instead she bore a son.

It was hard to be the son of a siren, a creature of suspicion in the eyes of his father's people, and Steve soon left his father's clan to wander the oceans alone. Alone, that is, until he found a human like he'd never seen. A human dressed all in black, surrounded by blood and death. A human whose heart's desire, buried deep beneath an inhuman shell, was crying out not to kill.

there must have been a moment where we could have said no by magdaliny

154,6 K

Raiting: Mature

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

The Soldier remembers this: he wakes up in the snow.

These Streets by alby_mangroves; Nejinee on Ao3

10 Works

108,5 K

Raiting: Mature

No Warnings

The trials and tribulations of Police Officer Steve Rogers and his experiences with the locals in his precinct, as well as his involvement with the stupidly handsome roughneck from the 'hood, Bucky Barnes.

Fill Your Heart Without Trying by Kellyscams on Ao3

38,5 K

Raiting: Explicit

No Warnings

Steve Rogers is a caster with one very big problem.

He's accidentally turned himself into a puppy.

When trying to cross the scary, busy street to get to Wanda Maximoff's Shoppe of Witchcraft to reverse this spell and get himself back to normal, Steve's picked up by someone trying to do a good deed and rescue a few pounds of pathetic puppy. Instead of getting to Wanda's place, Steve goes home with Bucky Barnes--his adorably shy rescuer.

Unfortunately, Bucky doesn't come off as terribly talented with magic and Steve has a feeling he might have to go to extremes to get someone to notice that he's not a normal puppy. Then again, maybe Steve's not the only one around here who's not what he seems.

it’s a strange courage by mambo on Ao3

27,5 K

Raiting: Explicit

Rape/Non-Con

"The question the entertainment world is asking themselves today is... Who is Steve? Hollywood superstar Bucky Barnes was spotted at a wrap-party last night, serenading someone named Steve onstage. Not only was Barnes more than a little tipsy, but he also sang a song from the Disney Channel Original Movie that started his career--a bold move, considering the fact that he always dodges questions about it. But who is Steve? Why did Bucky leave the club alone? What does this mean about the rumors of a relationship between Barnes and his co-star Natasha Romanoff? And is everyone's favorite poster boy gay? All this and more after a quick message from our sponsors!"

Critical Feline Mass by Kryptarian; zooeyscigar on Ao3

39,5 K

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

No Warnings

Adjusting to civilian life is hard for any military veteran — especially for one ex-sniper with a cybernetic arm, a classic Harley, and friends who keep trying to ‘help.’ When Sam Wilson at the VA sends Sergeant Barnes to rent a room from the hottest guy in the DC area, Bucky thinks maybe civilian life is worth it after all. And then he finds out Captain Rogers is everything Bucky’s not: a real hero, a Medal of Honor recipient, and an all-around nice guy. Bucky doesn’t have a chance in hell with him.

Sam was a huge help to Steve Rogers when he left the military. In the spirit of ‘pay it forward,’ Steve decides to rent out his basement room to a vet in need. But when Sergeant Barnes shows up on his doorstep, he knows he’s in for a world of trouble. Barnes is exactly what Steve never knew he wanted, from his bedroom eyes to his wicked innuendos. And he’s Steve’s tenant.

A love story in twelve chapters, including two Harley-Davidsons, a guardian angel, multiple snipers, the only woman who can scare them into behaving themselves, spontaneous kittens, and one attacking sheep.

technical difficulties by idekman on Ao3

7,1 K/WIP

Rating: General Audiences

No Warnigs

'Well, you got more followers than Katy Perry.' 'That's what you woke us up for? To tell me that I got more followers than some actress -' 'Katy Perry's a singer,' Bucky mumbles into the pillow. '-Some singer? It's -' he breaks off, checks the digital clock next to him. 'It's six o clock in the morning!' Next to him, Bucky lets out an offended groan. 'You're also on the news. Again.'

Steve Rogers' twitter ends up being more controversial than anyone expected.

(Maybe) It Might Be Love by endoftheline7 on Ao3

14,1 K

Raiting: Teen And Up Audoences

No Warnings

Every day since the start of fourth year, Bucky Barnes has been asking Steve Rogers out. Steve always says no, of course- he knows it's a joke. Why would Bucky Barnes actually want to date him?

However as Bucky's attempts get even more ridiculous, Steve is finding it harder and harder to turn him away.

Is It Pretending If I Already Want You? by OhCaptainMyCaptain on Ao3

85,2 K

Raiting: Explicit

No Warnings

Based on prompt: Pretend Boyfriends AU where one of their families is always wondering why they're never in a relationship, so the other offers to pretend to be their boyfriend for some family event"

Basic Steps to Getting Yourself In a Pickle With Both Your Family and The Guy You've Secretly Crushed On For Five Years (A Guide):

STEP 1: After being perpetually single and constantly making up excuses to your family, give in and lie about having a boyfriend. STEP 2: Agree to bring said boyfriend to the family cottage for a week so he can be your date to your parents' wedding anniversary party. STEP 3: Panic. STEP 4: Say 'yes' when your best friend and closet crush - who you're convinced isn't interested in you that way in the least - offers to be your pretend boyfriend. STEP 5: Try your best not to fall in love with them during the trip. STEP 6: Fail miserably.

I’m just the man on the balcony (singing ‘nobody will ever remember me’) by megyal on Ao3

3,5 K

Raiting: Mature

No Warnings

"They call you the Winter Soldier," the man said. "But I know who you really are."

Coffee, Trapper Hats and Chocolate Wasabi Fudge Cake by perfect_plan on Ao3

15,0 K

Raiting: Mature

No Warnings

Bucky likes his job at Natasha's coffee shop. Mostly that has to do with Steve Rogers, who wears a dorky hat to work and sketches on his lunch break but Bucky's not going to tell anyone that.

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tarnishedhalo · 4 years

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Problem with that is...Riley’s been home for the last ten minutes. Tucked out of the way in the foyer, out of line of sight from the dining room table. And while he could have interrupted the conversation and the man that he strongly believes is his little brother and his...currently invisible friend, ~that concerns Riley too. Was his brother talking to himself, or maybe his avatar, or a spirit friend, or was the kid just generally off-his-rocker? The only thing that really keeps the anxiety in check is that he’s got enough experience with Beth on this matter, and maybe she’s got a little more crazy than he likes~ he doesn’t. He doesn’t do anything but watch, listen. There’s something absolutely gut-wrenching about packing away a few saltines probably left over from the lunch of soup and toasted cheese sandwiches he’d left for the pair of them before he’d gone to work. But Beth isn’t there and that leaves only Billy. He doesn’t know what his sister is thinking, leaving the kid alone. At the very least, she should have called to Quothe. And he can tell the Corax isn’t around, he’d have sensed her. Riley doesn’t really think he’s crazy. Not the way he says it. Not the way he expects to be understood. There’s things they know, him and Beth, that they haven’t gotten around to talking to Billy about but it’s only been a couple of days and he has a hard time getting his youngest sibling just to be in the room with him much less carry on a full conversation. And Beth, bless her soul, is more excited about having found him and trying to get to know him better than she is interested in sorting things out. When he hears the chair scrape back, he’s got one of two choices; he can either go back outside and pretend to be just coming in, possibly hanging out on the stairwell and freeze while the kid takes a nap, or just make his presence known and pretending he’s just arrived. There’s a deep ache in his bones and muscles, so he opts for the latter. He opens and closes the door loud enough for it to be heard in the open spaces of the apartment. “Hey Guys, I’m home.” His voice is careful, the deep timbre not meant to scare the kid. He sets down the grocery bags of things he picked up on the way home, and he divests himself of his scarf, coat, gloves, and still he doesn’t do anything to impede Billy’s access to the stairs up to his new space. “I uh...picked up some snacks and stuff. Maybe in a while, after I get the fire place going you could watch a movie or something? Or we could talk if you like.” It’s an olive branch, or maybe bait is a better word for it, to see if the kid will commit to not hiding from him as much as possible.

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Celebs are feeling the holiday spirit.

Taking a break from fulfilling their own families’ Christmas wish lists, these stars set aside time and resources to make sure complete strangers have just as wonderful holiday seasons. Whether they were making sure no one went hungry in their communities or setting up magical experiences for those most in need, the 10 do-gooders below have left us with leaky eyes this month.

Cardi B The rapper was spotted at a local Miami Target on Dec. 20, where TMZ reports she stocked up on thousands of dollars in gifts for children — everything from dollhouses to sports sets and more. The holiday haul — reportedly valued at $5,000 — was then loaded into a rented moving truck before heading off to be delivered to lucky recipients.

A rep for Cardi B didn’t immediately return PEOPLE’s request for comment, but the “Press” singer’s past generosity is well-documented. Last year, the rapper visited the Gravesend neighborhood in Brooklyn to donate free winter coats to families in need. Although she was raised in the Bronx, Brooklyn has special meaning for Cardi — it’s where she shot her videos for “Red Barz” and “Pull Up on Me.”

Kylie Jenner

The beauty mogul billionaire was joined by mom Kris Jenner on a trip to the San Fernando Valley Rescue Mission, where they passed out food and toys from the Kylie truck and posed for photos. “I had so much fun. I had such a great time meeting all those people and just seeing everybody so happy as we left made the rest of my year,” Jenner said in the vlog documenting their trip.

Michael B. Jordan and Ellen DeGeneres

In a preview of DeGeneres‘ holiday special Ellen’s Greatest Night of Giveaways on The Ellen Degeneres Show, the Just Mercy star made a surprise visit to the Educational Gilmore Community Learning Center, a New Jersey organization that aids at-risk youth. Founder Frank Gilmore was left in happy tears when the actor announced DeGeneres would be covering his rent for two years, giving him $50,000 cash toward improving the program and gifting it a Mercedes van.

“This is a huge burden lifted off my shoulders,” Gilmore said. “I was just so emotional. That was my first time crying in front of any one of my mentees. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me.”

Gary Sinise

The Forrest Gump actor’s nonprofit, the Gary Sinise Foundation, and American Airlines treated about 1,000 children of fallen military members to an all-expenses-paid trip to Disney World earlier this month. “I’ve gotten to know a lot of these families,” Sinise told WKMG about the event. “I love them and I want to just do something to help them through.”

“The important ingredient is that these kids meet each other and they know they’re not alone. They make friendships that last a lifetime,” he added.

Steph and Ayesha Curry

Dressed as The Grinch and Cindy Lou Who from How the Grinch Stole Christmas, the Currys revealed their identities to 2,000 Oakland families in attendance at Eat. Learn. Play’s Winter Wonderland event in late December. In partnership with the City of Oakland’s Parks, Recreation and Youth Development, Eat. Learn. Play. hosted kids and parents from across Oakland for an afternoon of holiday activities, including ornament making, family portraits, cookie decorating and a visit with Santa Claus! Families also went home with gifts including complete meal kits (with a turkey and all the fixings), toys, books and games.

LeBron James

The NBA star has a tradition of treating students at his I Promise School to a magical trip on the Polar Express.

Mr. LeBron sent his 3rd graders on the Polar Express for a magical journey to the North Pole!

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Last year, James opened the I Promise School through his Lebron James Family Foundation as an addition to the Akron Public Schools in his hometown of Akron, Ohio. The institution serves at-risk children and their parents, and provides free meals and bikes to students.

Kevin Hart and Kelly Clarkson

On The Kelly Clarkson Show, a single mother named Andrea told her story of sharing a house with 10 other people while raising her two sons and pursuing a nursing degree. The celebs surprised the mom with a scholarship to cover her tuition, presents for her boys, and a fully furnished apartment for her to move into courtesy of Xfinity.

Kelly Ripa and Mark Consuelos

View this post on Instagram #Ad I had a blast showing Mark where groceries are born and #DeliveringSmiles with @Amazon to our friends at @winnyc_org – the city’s largest provider of family shelter and supportive housing! Learn more about how you can give back this holiday season on Amazon.

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The husband and wife duo joined Amazon in hosting a holiday party for New York City-based charity Win NYC, which provides shelter and housing for homeless families, in delivering items from the organization’s AmazonSmile Charity List.

“We’ve really been very fortunate in our lives, our kids are healthy and our parents are relatively healthy and, so we’ve been blessed beyond, beyond. So to be able to be involved with an organization like this and give a little something back means everything to us because we’ve already been blessed beyond our wildest dreams,” Ripa told PEOPLE about their involvement.

Nick Cannon

Cannon dressed up as Santa Claus at the second annual L.A. Give Back presented by the Zen, Power 106, Nick Cannon Mornings & Variety BGC in Los Angeles on Dec. 21.

DJ Khaled and Meek Mill

The hip hop stars hosted a shopping spree with support from REFORM Alliance for children at the NBA Store in N.Y.C. in late December, helping kids buy sports apparel. Later, New England Patriots owner Robert Kraft arranged to fly the families to Gillette Stadium on the Patriots’ charter plane to watch the team take on the Buffalo Bills.

Jesse McCartney

The singer visited Minneapolis’s Masonic Children’s Hospital to perform for patients and give them Love Your Melon beanies. There, he gave a special serenade to a patient who had just undergone heart surgery. “This is Julia. We met in the elevator at The Masonic Children’s Hospital just two days after her open-heart surgery,” McCartney wrote on Instagram. “These are my favorite venues. The ones that make a difference. Mom’s reaction makes it all worth it!”

Ally Brooke, Emma Roberts and David Arquette

The trio joined forces in L.A. two weeks before Christmas, teaming with Feeding America and Para Los Niños to host the annual Felices Fiestas in Los Angeles to celebrate the holidays and raise awareness around the issue of hunger. They helped provide lunch and fresh produce to more than 700 children and families, distributing fresh fruit and veggies farmers’ market-style to the more than 2,000 attendees.

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Cemetery was the right vibe for a glamour goth wedding

Grossan, a music aficionado, and the rock musician Ayers, who has jazz in his blood, aren’t the “wedding factory” types. (Elizabeth Lippman/The New York Times)

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Just months after they started dating more than two years ago, Ally Jane Grossan and Nabil Ayers felt certain they were headed for marriage, and it was with as much surety that they didn’t want their wedding to feel formulaic and familiar.

“We wanted to get married somewhere that’s isn’t a wedding factory,” said Grossan, a founder of Brooklyn FI, a financial planning firm geared to creatives and tech entrepreneurs in New York. “It’s always the same: a beautiful space, flowers and salmon or chicken, and we just wanted to do something that wasn’t that.”

By many markers, the couple’s evening wedding on Thursday, Dec. 20, in the Masonic Lodge at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery could not be typecast. There was DJ Gregg Foreman — lithe former music director for the musician Cat Power with Joan Jett hair — who played songs by the Cure on the piano. There was the bride’s walk down the aisle with her parents, to the cascading drumbeats of the eerie first bars of “Atmosphere” by post-punk band Joy Division. There was the irrevocable fact that several yards away, entertainment industry legacies — from Mickey Rooney to Johnny Ramone — lay deceased.

“I don’t know why, I’ve always loved cemeteries,” said Grossan, 30. “Père Lachaise in Paris is one of my favorite places; Green-Wood in Brooklyn. I don’t think they’re morbid. I think they’re beautiful.” Ayers, 46, agreed: “It’s like a beautiful park.”

It was at another wedding reception in June 2016 at House of Yes, an events space in Bushwick, Brooklyn, where Ayers first spotted Grossan. “I remember thinking, who is that beautiful woman standing there?” he said. The two were in attendance to celebrate the marriage of respective co-workers: Anna Bond, with whom Ayers worked at 4AD, an independent record label where he is the US label manager, and the groom, J Edward Keyes, who was Grossan’s then-boss at Bandcamp, a self-publishing music platform where she was a senior editor.

Ayers waited to make his move until he saw Grossan chatting with Joan LeMay, a friend from Seattle, where from 1997 to 2008, he ran Sonic Boom Records and was a drummer in indie rock bands like the Long Winters. Ayers greeted his friend, who introduced him to Grossan. “My first impression was that he was wearing this fabulous suit with cool glasses,” she said of Ayers’ signature oversize frames.

The pair spoke for a few minutes before rejoining the party, and then found each other again, talking for an hour against the backdrop of karaoke. They spoke about music. At 24, Grossan had been appointed the series editor of the publisher Bloomsbury’s 33-1/3 Series, a collection of biographies about individual music albums and artists. “I, and anyone else who had ever heard about it, was impressed by that,” Ayers said.

Ayers is the son of noted jazz composer and vibraphonist Roy Ayers, with whom he has had a distant relationship. He was given a drum set at age 2 by his uncle, jazz musician Alan Braufman, and has made music his lifeblood since.

Nabil Ayers, center, and Ally Jane Grossan are lifted during “Hava Nagila” at their wedding reception at the Masonic Lodge at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery in Los Angeles. (Elizabeth Lippman/The New York Times)

“I remember someone telling me that night: ‘Oh that’s Nabil Ayers from 4AD, that guy’s a big shot,’” Grossan said. After the two parted ways, Grossan followed Ayers on Twitter in the Uber ride back to her home in Crown Heights, Brooklyn.

The next day, Ayers reached out to LeMay with a request: Could she ask Grossan to pass along her email address? Once in hand, Ayers sent Grossan a casual message mentioning Skee-Ball, which Grossan had revealed was a talent. Two days later, Ayers was surprised he hadn’t heard back. “I thought it was weird. We’d gotten along well, and my friend had asked her if it was OK to get in touch.”

After giving the go-ahead, Grossan thought it was odd that she hadn’t heard from Ayers. “I checked the spam folder and was like, ‘No way, this doesn’t happen.’” There was Ayers’s email from his 4AD address.

Grossan responded immediately and the two made plans to meet the following Sunday for a drink. On the Thursday evening beforehand, however, Grossan was seated at a table in the Hammerstein Ballroom at the Libera Awards — a ceremony honoring the indie music community — and heard Ayers’ name announced. She looked up to see him walking on stage to accept an award on behalf of singer/songwriter Grimes for the video “Kill V. Maim.” Grossan emailed him: “Short and sweet — great speech.”

They found each other after the program and Grossan invited Ayers to join a group heading to a karaoke bar (note: for how much karaoke appears in this story, the groom does not particularly enjoy it). There, jammed into a bench with industry peers, Ayers was enchanted as Grossan sang the grim, rapid fire lyrics to System of a Down’s “Chop Suey” with perfect elocution. “She took her shoes off for the song, and I was like, ‘Whoa, she’s really going to do it,’” Ayers said. “I was really impressed.”

The group dispersed and Grossan and Ayers wound up at New Wonjo in Koreatown, talking over cold noodles late into the night. That night the couple kissed for the first time.

It would be the first of many dates.

“Most of the men in the music journalism space are obnoxious: They’re proud of knowing the names of every single album,” Grossan said. “But Nabil knows more that everyone and is so understated. He never tries to display his knowledge to anyone. He’s just excited to talk about it.”

Like the tongue-twisting lyrics to Chop Suey, the relationship moved at a heady clip. On an early date, Grossan mentioned that her favorite album was Hole’s Celebrity Skin; several weeks later, on her birthday in July, Ayers gave her a copy in vinyl. That month, the pair decided on impulse that Grossan would be Ayers’ date to a September wedding in Paris. And in October, Ayers met Grossan’s father, television producer Mark Grossan, in a hot tub during Orange County’s Beach Goth music festival. By Christmas, they had plans for Ally Jane Grossan to move into Ayers’ Brooklyn Heights apartment when her lease was up in May.

In early 2018, Ayers began looking for rings to propose to Grossan. Once he found one — a vintage emerald-cut diamond with two baguettes that reminded him of the art deco angles of the Chrysler Building — he put his plan in motion. He had arranged to have Julien Baker, Grossan’s favorite musician, perform a private serenade during the Sasquatch Music Festival in George, Washington, on May 25, 2018.

But the couple was running late that day. Grossan got her first speeding ticket while they were en route to the Gorge Ampitheater from Seattle. She was frazzled as Ayers hurried her through security, texting with Baker’s manager about the mere minutes they had before the musician was due on stage. Telling Grossan they were hurrying to meet a friend at a backstage video shoot, Ayers wove them through the 20,000-person crowd, past the tour buses, and around a bend behind the stage. There, they found Baker and her violinist on a cliff overlooking the gorge. She started playing Love Me Tender by Elvis. When the violin solo began, Ayers dropped to one knee and asked Grossan to marry him.

The couple chose to marry in Los Angeles, where Grossan grew up and where her grandparents, Murray and Rosalyn Grossan, 95 and 94, live. (They were unable, however, to attend the wedding). Ayers had recently organised a show at the Hollywood Cemetery and thought it might dually be suitable for matrimony. On the summer day when Grossan and her mother toured the cemetery for a visit, the staff was cleaning up the site of the memorial for Chris Cornell, Soundgarden’s frontman.

Nabil Ayers, right, and Ally Jane Grossan at their wedding reception at the Masonic Lodge at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery in Los Angeles, (Elizabeth Lippman/The New York Times)

On the evening of December 20, however, morbidity was the last thing on the minds of the 125 friends and family who gathered in the temple of Masonic Lodge in festive interpretations of “glamour goth,” the couple’s suggested attire for guests. This meant oversize earrings, peacock feathers, sparkly slides, tattooed fingers, faux fur and evening gowns, with an over-index of black rimmed glasses paired with long rocker hair.

“Each of you are glowing tonight, and the love of life that you are share with each other helps to light this world around us,” said the officiant, Rabbi Michele Ellise Lenke, under a white huppah in the temple room, which was a vision in crimson, from carpet to walls, with a Masonic Eastern Star hanging in the center. “Julien Baker may sing about turning the lights out,” the rabbi said, “but my wish for you is to keep shining bright.”

In his vows, Ayers spoke of his respect for Grossan’s drive and ambition, and called her his motivation in life. “I’ve always been a happy person,” he said. “It’s become clear to me that you’ve always been a happy person. So it’s hard to believe that I would meet someone who has made me infinitely happier, but you’ve done that.”

Grossan, who is taking her husband’s last name, praised his accomplishments and his “infectious warmth.” “Waiters, bartenders, shopkeepers and strangers we meet are immediately drawn to you,” she said. “It’s like the whole world is completely in love with you, but not as much as me. I vow to protect and cherish that feeling.”

In toasts over dinner in the building’s Eastern Star Room, where guests drank sparkling Topo Chico water, natural libations from Silverlake’s Psychic Wines, and ate a Mediterranean buffet feast, Ayers was referred to by a co-worker, Gabe Spierer, as “the nicest guy in rock.”

(“Not only rock, but one of the nicest guys in earth, wind and water,” Matt Berninger, the frontman for the rock band the National amended later in the evening).

Ayers’ mother Louise Vesper, a former ballet dancer, recalled seeing the body language between the couple for the first time, and praised the fact that “in their busy lives, they still make time for their parents.” The party moved back across the hall to the Masonic Temple for dancing, and then onto an after party at Brass Monkey — for karaoke, of course.

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By Nelson A. King

The United Vincie Cultural Group of Brooklyn (UVCGB) on Saturday held another very successful cultural show in Brooklyn in its continuing efforts in raising funds to assist, with medical supplies, hospitals and health centers in St. Vincent and the Grenadines.

The 14th annual, 2 ½-hour event took place at Meyer Levin Intermediate School 285, on Ralph Avenue and Beverley Road.

As in previous years, the cultural package attracted a large number of Caribbean nationals, including a significant amount of Jamaicans who worship with some UVCGB members at Miracle Temple Ministries, an evangelical church in the Brownsville section of Brooklyn.

UVCGB members performed several folk songs and speeches, including “Keep We Culture Alive,” “SVG Diaspora,” “Green Peas Soup,” “Fish Fuh So” and “Plenty Wuk Fuh School Pickney.”

The latter was written by Olsen Peters, a cultural icon in St. Vincent and the Grenadines, who went to the Great Beyond earlier this year. A moment of silence was observed for Peters, and UVCGB president Dr. Roxie Irish paid a brief tribute to him.

Jonathan Yearwood, a New Jersey resident, of Vincentian and Indian parentage, captivated the appreciative audience, triggering their participation in his rendition of Bob Marley’s “One Love” and Taurus Riley’s “Just the Way You Are, Girl.”

Trinidadian Nadia Douglas, performed, on steel pan, the folk song “Ole Woman Walk a Mile” and the spiritual “How Great Thou Art.”

“Steel pan has always been a passion for me,” said Douglas, who began playing pan at 12, while attending the Belmont Junior Secondary School, on the environs of Trinidad’s capital, Port-of-Spain.

In New York, Douglas played with her compatriot Jeffrey Pierre’s Unique Sound Ablest, performing at, among other places, panorama, churches and colleges, such as Medgar Evers, Baruch and St. John’s.

At show’s end, Vincentian philanthropist Georgietha “Aunty G” Nanton sang against the use of drugs, and the Brooklyn-based Garifuna Indigenous People of St. Vincent and the Grenadines (GIPSVG) danced quadrille.

But the highlight of the event was a skit, “Comess fuh So,” written by UVCGB’s songwriter and choreographer Randolph “Randy” Liverpool.

The main characters were: Judith “Baffie” Cuffy-Murray, as Sammy’s wife, Mabel; Lilius Hamblin as Gertrude (Comess woman); Gwendolyn Holder as Carol (Mabel’s best friend) and Vennis Alleyne as Mavis (Gertrude’s best friend).

Other members of the cast were: Maurisa Adams as the ticket agent; Ralphie Cunningham as Mr. Cruikshank, the funeral director; Zachary Spence as the mailman; and Ann Franklyn, La Fleur Gumbs and Sonia Morris as Mabel’s friends.

The skit was based on Mabel’s residence in the US for over 20 years, without a green card, and failing to progress economically and educationally – essentially in the same position as she left home.

Mabel’s husband Sammy contracts AIDS and dies, leaving her a pauper.

Carol discloses Mabel’s private affairs to Gertrude, who starts “the comess” (gossip), even while vowing to keep the “secret” strictly confidential.

Gertrude even adds more to “the comess” than what Carol reveals.

Mabel wants to take Sammy’s body back home for the funeral, as she had promised him in life, but lacks the financial resources. So, her friends agree to “to stand the expense.”

Wishing to take gifts to her friends back home — clearly unable to send a barrel — Mabel places the gifts in the casket, with Sammy’s body.

After the funeral, Gertrude tells Mabel that she does not have “a friend in Carol” and not to trust her.

Gertrude then reveals to Mabel everything that Carol told her about her [Mabel], ruining the friendship between Mabel and Carol.

St. Vincent and the Grenadines’ New York Council General Howie Prince and president of the umbrella, Brooklyn-based Council of St. Vincent and the Grenadines Organizations, U.S.A., Inc. (COSAGO), Laverne McDowald-Thompson, also addressed patrons.

Founded in 2003 by its president, Dr. Irish, a former national netball star in St. Vincent and the Grenadines and a Born-Again Christian, UVCGB, has, over the years, used funds raised at concerts and other activities, to assist clinics and hospitals in St. Vincent and the Grenadines with medical supplies.

Among other UVCGB goals is the promotion of Vincentian culture in North America and other places through folk songs, chorale speeches, skits, storytelling, plays, poems and dances.

Besides concerts, the group performs at, among others, prayer breakfasts and Christmas serenades.

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