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DAY 01- Cpt. “CUT THE CHECK!” America🇺🇸

lynne’s list - part 4/? - The Fluff List

This is a special Fluff Edition! All fics here are little to no angst and will leave you with a happy (and, possibly, horny) feeling in your tummy.

First– I have previously recc’d other fics before that I think definitely qualify as fluffy, so check out Lynne’s List Parts 1-3 (links at the bottom).  Especially fluffy pieces from previous lists include None Like You, would smell as sweet (series), Illuminations On A Rainy Day, and others!

Absolutely Fluffy Shrunkyclunks

Bucky Bakes by diner_drama [7.9k - Complete] [YouTuber!Bucky x Cap!Steve] - aka steve falls in like with bucky watching his baking youtube channel and delightfully finds himself in a situation to receive one-on-one baking lessons from the object of his affections

Deep Sea Diving (Series) by AidaRonan [15k - 3 Stories] [Chubby!Bucky x Cap!Steve] - aka beautifully chubby thirst trap bucky barnes loves wearing booty shorts, and all steve rogers wants to do is shove his face between his sexy fat ass (a Lynne All-Time Favorite series)

Reading between the lines by Kalee60 [11k - One-Shot] [Bookstore!Bucky x Cap!Steve] [Christmas Fic] - aka bucky is a bookstore owner who meets a very lonely-looking man who turns out to like books as well, and who also turns out to be into phone sex, and who also turns out be a little famous, and is there any other author out there who does Shrunkyclunks this flawlessly???

Sinking Our Teeth In The Heart Of The Sun by fallendarlings [80k+ WIP] [Cap!Steve x Single Parent!Bucky] [Kidfic] - aka the one where steve rogers Knows Things About Babies and wants to spoil a certain clueless new parent and bucky desperately could use the help, and also could desperately use that good dick, but help first 

Absolutely Fluffy Canon-Verse

EXHALE by glittercake [1.5k - One-Shot] [Endgame Fix-It] - aka a short sweet and happy fix-it wherein steve comes back, and you will be warmed you down your toes

He Wears It Well by roe87 [15k - Complete] [Avengers Tower] [Magical Genderswap Fem!Bucky x thristy!Steve] - aka magic turns bucky into a real pretty dame and steve is having Thots™ and the author doesn’t skimp on the wonderful friendship feels

Letting Go While Holding On by leavinghope [4.7k - Complete] [Slice of Life] - aka steve just wants a chance to take care of bucky for once, and we get the sweet and perfect and lightly smutty domesticity we all deserved instead of Endgame

Wish yourself a merry little Christmas by Kalee60 [22k - One-Shot] [Bucky Barnes Recovering] [Semi-Fake Dating] - aka bucky is in love with steve but steve is straight (right?) but he just wants to give steve the thing he really wants for christmas and that thing is intimacy, and is there any other author out there who does fake dating this flawlessly??? 

Absolutely Fluffy A/B/O

Shorteralls by moonythejedi394 [6.1k - One-Shot] [Shrinkyclinks- Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Steve] [Mpreg] - aka the very first shrinkyclinks fic that this primarily “i’d rather shrunkyclunks” reader ever read and thought “OH SHIT YEAH MORE ‘A THAT” (p.s. smol steve meets big bucky and falls in love and gets knocked up)

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authors on tumblr, that i’m aware of: @bisexualstarbucky​ @kalee60​ @jro616​ @glittercake​ @moonythejedi394

its a pirate au babey!!

plus some extras:

STOP. BRAGGING.

Stop trying to give credit to people on the front lines of these protests.

I need to stress this, you are doing the cops job for them.

Those masks you’re wearing at these protests? They’re not just to keep you from catching the rona. Its to conceal your identity.

And that entire purpose is destroyed the second you try to take or give credit for being on the front lines.

STOP. BRAGGING.

Cops are monitoring social media. The second you name someone on the ground, that person is now a target.

Now is NOT the time to be taking credit for your actions.

Keeping each other safe means keeping your mouth shut.

Do not name ANYONE on the front lines. Do not name ANYONE at the protests.

The ONLY exception to this rule is when you are outing a white supremacist or undercover cop trying to instigate more violence.

Do not name your fellow protestors. Don’t even discuss who may have done what. Stop doing the cops job for them.

Filling their snitch lines and apps with junk is great, but if you’re simultaneously going around and naming protestors, you’re not helping at all.

Stop. Bragging.

Do you remember this man? Edward Crawford? He’s dead. They ruled it a suicide. Except he had four children, a new apartment, and a new job. His own father believes it wasn’t suicide. NBC quotes “It’s not the first time a notable Ferguson protester has died from gunfire.”. Darren Seals, a Ferguson protest leader, was found shot to death inside a burning car. 

Guys PLEASE. This isn’t the time. Anonymity is CRUCIAL. There is military personnel in the streets right now, you NEED to keep your mouths SHUT.

Stop naming protestors. Stop filming/photographing protestors faces. Learn to block out your photos and videos to conceal obvious characteristics like tattoos or unusual/noticeable hair styles/colours.

YOU NEED TO BE ANONYMOUS.

Falcon & Winter Soldier #1 (2020)

And ends up standing in front of the pearly gates. Saint Peter looks at him for a second, flicks through his book, and finds his name.

“So, you’re a politician…” “Well, yes, is that a problem?” “Oh no, no problem. But we’ve recently adopted a new system for people in your line of work, and unfortunately you will have to spend a day in Hell. After that however, you’re free to choose where you want to spend eternity!”

“Wait, I have to spend a day in Hell??” says the politician. “Them’s the rules” Says St Peter, clicks his fingers, and WOOMPH, the guy dissapears… And awakes, curled up with his hands over his eyes, knowing he’s in Hell. Cautiously, he listens for the screams, sniffs the air for brimstone, and finds… Nothing. Just the smell of, is that fabric softener? And cut grass, this can’t be right?

“Open your eyes!” says a voice. “C'mon, wakey wakey, we’ve only got 24 hours!”. Nervously, he uncovers his eyes, looks around, and sees he’s in a hotel room. A nice one too. Wait, this is a penthouse suite… And there’s a smiling man in a suit, holding a martini. “Who are you??” The politician asks. “Well, I’m Satan!” says the man, handing him the drink and helping him to his feet. “Welcome to Hell!” “Wait, this is Hell? But… Where’s all the pain and suffering?” he asks. Satan throws him a wink. “Oh, we’ve been a bit mis-represented over the years, it’s a long story. Anyway, this is your room! The minibar is of course free, as is the room service, there’s extra towels next to the hot-tub, and if you need anything, just call reception. But enough of this! It’s a beautiful day, and if you’d care to look outside…” Slightly stunned by the opulent surroundings, the man wanders over to the floor-to-ceiling windows through which the sun is glowing, looks far down, and sees a group of people cheering and waving at him from a golf course. “It’s one of 5 pro-level courses on site, and there’s another 6 just a few minutes drive out past the beach and harbour!” says Satan, answering his unasked question. So they head down in the lift, walk out through the glittering lobby where everyone waves and welcomes the man, as Satan signs autographs and cherrily talks shop with the laughing staff. And as he walks out, he sees the group on the golf course are made up of every one of his old friends, people he’s admired for years but never met or worked with, and people whose work he’s admired but died long before his career started. And out of the middle of this group walks his wife, with a massive smile and the body she had when she was 20, who throws her arms around him and plants a delicate kiss on his cheek. Everyone cheers and applauds, and as they slap him on the back and trade jokes, his worst enemy arrives, as a 2 foot tall goblin-esque caddy. He spends the day in the bright sunshine on the course, having the time of his life laughing at jokes and carrying important discussions, putting the world to rights with his friends while holding his delighted wife next to him as she gazes lovingly at him. Later, they return to the hotel for dinner and have an enormous meal, perfectly cooked, which descends into a food-fight when someone accidentally throws a bread roll at the next table (where Ghandi is having a game of truth-or-dare with Marylin Monroe). As everyone is falling about laughing and flinging breadsticks at each other, his wife whispers in his ear… And they return to their penthouse suite, and spend the rest of the night making love like they did on their honeymoon. After 6 hours of intense passion, the man falls deep into the 100% Egyptian cotton pillows, and falls into a deep and happy sleep… And is woken up by St Peter. “So, that was Hell. Wasn’t what you were expecting, I bet?” “No sir!” says the man. “So then” says St Peter “you can make your choice. It’s Hell, which you saw, or Heaven, which has choral singing, talking to God, white robes, and so on”. “Well… I know this sounds strange, but on balance, I think I’d prefer Hell” says the politician. “Not a problem, we totally understand! Enjoy!” Says St Peter, and clicks his fingers again.

The man wakes up in total darkness, the stench of ammonia filling the air and distant screams the only noise. As he adjusts, he can see the only light is from belches of flame far away, illuminating the ragged remains of people being tortured or burning in a sulphurous ocean. A sudden bolt of lightning reveals Satan next to him, wearing the same suit as before and grinning, holding a soldering iron in one hand and a coil of razor-wire in the other. “What’s this??” He cries. “Where’s the hotel?? Where’s my wife??? Where’s the minibar, the golf-courses, the pool, the restaurant, the free drinks and the sunshine???”