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ghostsandmirrors · 1 month

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MASTER WISHLIST

this is far longer than expected.

they are organised by muse, but I'm not organising them as like canons, then originals. they're just all in this together.

The Menagerie do you have a smug shithead muse? we have a zoo! pick one or two or three to bully your muse with. they're all a pain in the ass. (the menagerie are the animals. they're all canons from different sources.)

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Bucky Bucky and general DC heroes (MCU/DC crossover) (I started writing half my muses on MCU/DC crossover forum sites, including Bucky! I'm throwing him back into his roots)

Batman I just think Bucky meeting Batman would be very funny, especially in a professional setting and especially if canon divergent post-Endgame. Bucky having war flashbacks to being chased through Bucharest by a man dressed as a cat because 'so many superheroes are furries.'

Wonder Woman Bucky and Diana based on that one fan plot where Diana was involved, in some way, with fighting during WWII and they met back then and then meet again in the modern day. bonus points if Diana thinks he's his own grandson and he doesn't correct her.

Superman idk Bucky and Superman would just be kinda wholesome? also if Superman mun comfortable, Bucky would totally have a crush on Superman. you can't convince me otherwise. also Clark and Bucky as a ship would be 'pure of heart, dumb of ass' in that order and it makes me giggle.

Other any of the Batfam would also be fun but there's every chance they get unofficially adopted. new dad! new dad! new dad!

I don't know that many DC heroes. girl help. who else is there? idk but I want them!

Bucky + ship partner post-mission shit. anything. just them being like 'thank FUCK that's over with'. snuggling. idgaf.

Bucky + Steve, Bucky + Sam pure of heart, dumb of ass. this is a never-ending want. it's not a specific want, either. I just like putting them in threads together.

Bucky + Thor I don't know why but I've always wanted to and never gotten the chance to.

Bucky/Loki 🥺👉👈 Listen...

Bucky + Spider-Muses I once joked about Bucky adopting various Spider-characters and I still want it. Bucky is the ancient, morally ambiguous MCU Batman on this blog, in that he will not stop fucking adopting people, but at least Bruce usually adopts children. Bucky'll adopt a 30 year old. they're still 70 years younger than him so they're fair game.

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Joker Joker + Batman <3 Joker is obsessed with Batman. ofc I want to thread them. I want every possible thread in any verse that's most comfortable. Joker is my comfort villain.

Joker + Batman characters in general (focused on villains/rogues gallery) I have no specifics, I just realised he talks to the Rogues Gallery a lot in comics/cartoons and my Joker… hasn't. ever. I can fix that.

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Dylan Dylan and Heroes (any DC) I also want Dylan and Gotham heroes, Gordon, etc.. Dylan needs more screentime 'cause her ass is overshadowed by the fuckin owl at this point. lbr who isn't.

Dylan and Heroes (any MCU) also Dylan plus marvel heroes since she has an MCU verse. do I have icons? fuck no. am I asking for Dylan threads regardless? fuck yes.

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Jameson Jameson and Heroes (any) Mortitaint is a masked murderer. that's it. that's the pitch. you want your muse hit with a shovel? I can help with that! also if any men want a boyfriend who is sweaty and dirty every day and surprisingly strong……………. im just saying……………… and then they can one day find out the other is a hero/villain……………………….. drama. 👀 (this includes anti-heroes)

Jameson and Villains (any) I just think it'd be interesting, y'know? Jameson doesn't tend to play well with others, in general, but there's a chance it doesn't go horribly wrong!

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Wag Wag and X-Men Characters Wagner Himura is an X-Men oc that, in his entire time on my blog, has never threaded with an X-Men character. it can be any character and any verse. I don't care. I just want him to speak to other mutants, man.

Logan specifically, I would like Wag and Logan threads. I always picture Wag as a general pest when he starts working at the school, like throwing water balloons filled with speed potions at people that annoy him kind of pest, and I get the feeling Logan would either hate his guts, like him because he does not discriminate between students and teachers, or be very cautious because he doesn't know Wag's limits while Wag's just like 'hey ;D I don't actually find you attractive but if flirting means I don't get stabbed, I'll flirt. ;D I'm high as a fuckin kite rn lmao ;D'

Charles Xavier Wag and Charles would also be funny because of the aforementioned 'high as a kite'.

Brotherhood any brotherhood muse in his brotherhood verse would be nice, too. Idk how he got into the brotherhood in that verse and I want to explore it. I just miss writing Wag, lbr.

OCs tbh any OC. let's yeet our x-men OCs together and see what bad ideas they come out with. it'll be funny. I'm willing to make up places that they can go through a portal to, as well.

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Bam and X-Men Characters Bam has an X-Men verse in which he vibrates particles when angry and I just… I miss Bam being chaotic. I miss Bam being a mess. she's gotten too collected and I want disaster Bam back. I don't have specific preferences for this one.

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Wag and Bam Basically, both Wag and Bam (in his X-Men verse) have abilities that can/are activated by emotions. With Wag, he has more control over his abilities and thus the chances of anger doing anything is low but not zero. If his anger is doing anything, it's a silent, 'scorched Earth' kind of anger that mostly shows in things moving telekinetically. With Bam, his power is exclusively activated by anger.

I just want that in a(nother, in Bam's case) thread or plot. It'd be fun.

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Mattie and Avengers/SHIELD/HYDRA Mattie worked for both SHIELD and HYDRA so I would like to establish some kind of relations with SHIELD and HYDRA muses, but she also sent records to the Avengers after the fall of HYDRA and began torturing/murdering HYDRA agents who survived The Snap so like……….. 👀

also Avengers meeting her after The Blip or whatever dumb bitch shit The Snap 2: Electric Boogaloo is canonically called would be… like she a gremlin in the swamplands. she's a whole fuckin cryptid by that point. I want her ex-coworkers to meet the cryptid she's become and be like, '... ayo? you good?' and her to be knee-deep in swamp water, dragging a body, like, '... yup!'

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Arnulf Arnulf and Steve's Friends arnulf needs to meet non-Steve avengers (or others who know him). it would be funny. 'hey you kinda look like Steve Rogers..' '[subtle german accent] a lot of people say that! it's so strange. I don't see it.'

Past - HYDRA threads between like 2012-2014 would be interesting? idk. I feel like I've forgotten how to write serious threads.

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Ultron + MCU? I'm sure i've mentioned this before but I just really want Ultron to reunite with the avengers through like idk texts? e-mails? something technology based so the urge to blow his ass up is reduced.

this is not limited to just the avengers. you have an MCU hero muse? a child of a canon? I'll take 'em. give me any muse who may know Ultron or his reputation.

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Dick + Heroes (MCU) LET HIM BITCH AT AN AVENGER ABOUT THAT ALIEN THAT GOT THROWN THROUGH THE WINDOW OF HIS WORK. he deserves this.

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Ai and Tony Stark I always imagine that they know each other due to being rich and fundraisers and shit like that. Ai might be an assassin but she gives to charity and does all the Very Good Things she's meant to which means attending Stark fundraisers and drinking his booze x

they do not have to like each other. I don't think Ai has met a single person she likes since she killed her husband, I'll be honest.

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Villains generally I do want more villain threads where my villain muses are being villains and doing villainous things. like, I have Joker and Ultron who deserve some attention but also Jameson, Ai, Mattie, Jesse, I have a verse where Bam's a villain (he's doing it for the vibes. that'd hold up in court /s), I have the brotherhood verse with Wag… like… plz. I want my muses to go apeshit.

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Fandomless OCs (Liaxee, the Bringer, Lieat) also I would like to do more with supernatural/fantasy/generally fandomless OCs and Liaxee or the Bringer or Lieat. Liaxee is a joy to write, the Bringer is my dumb bitch, and Lieat's the cutest muse I have. I love them all, your honour.

I think Supernatural (the show) muses and any of these three would be fun, too. especially Lieat, because idk if there's anything like them in the Supernatural universe?

I know I have two doctor who blogs following me so I'm lumping them in with supernatural/fantasy/fandomless oc/Superrnatural (the show). yous wanna meet a void creature?

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Special Requests have you ever seen a Crazy Quilt RPer? he's my favourite Batman villain. please. (this is mostly a joke but if there actually is a Crazy Quilt RPer, I want to know.)

Egghead is another DC special request because I love Batman villains.

also Typeface and Spellcheck. Idk them that well, but I want to and I have Spider-Man.

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ronearoundblindly · 2 years

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'The Stark Legacy' Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x (OFC) Tony Stark's Daughter

Summary: Samantha Morgan Stark wasn't given a chance to be a real Stark after a tragic accident upended her family, but she becomes something so much more in her fight to be accepted by Tony again.

Steven Strange chose a different future, one that affects generations to come more than he could ever predict...

Series Warnings: canon-level violence, injury, self-experimentation, death, discussions of death, temporary child abandonment, age gap for implied romance (approx 30 chapters in), slow burn, glacial slow burn, time travel, Alternate Endgame, angst, angsty fluff, angsty romance, angsty action, more angst with plot, seriously epic tale, so more warnings per chapter. Rated Teen/Mature. 15+, please.

Book One: Reality

Storytime

Funeral

Safety

Christmas

Memory

Memorial

Lecture

Longing

Ghosts

Wedding

Plunge

Book Two: Mind

Waking

Deflection

Rusted

Judgment

Seventeen

Whisky

Test

Delight

Nourish

Under

Failure

Book Three: Power

Cryo

Daybreak

Compound

Capacity

Pigeons

Room

Logic

Furnace

Miss

Link

Strange

Human

Hallows

Team

Cuffs

Book Four: Time

Nine

Benatar

Sense

Garden

Benign

Mirror

Karma

Signal

Holding

Ground

Tables

Vultures

Homecoming

Book Five: Space

Book Six: Soul

[Main Masterlist]

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ruckystarnes · 2 years

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Title: Dear Diary

Author: RuckyStarnes

Square Filled/Daily Challenge/Prompt: Day 30 | Diary

Characters: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Maeve Parker

Warnings: fluff

Rating: Teen

Written for/Dedicated to: @flufftober

Type: Moodboard | Drabble

#flufftober #bucky barnes #bucky barnes moodboard #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x original female character #bucky x maeve #bucky barnes x ofc!maeve

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major-mads · 6 months

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Chapter 8: Airman Down!

John "Bucky" Egan x Ruth Morgan (OFC)

Series Masterlist

A/N: we're gonna try to cut down the lengths of the chapters to get them out sooner for y'all! also... please don't kill us for this chapter... but anyways, comment or reblog and tell us what you think!! thanks for reading!! <3

Collab: On a Wing and a Prayer by @footprintsinthesxnd

Word Count: 3.6k

September 21st: Thorpe Abbotts AAF Base, Norwich: 1830 HRS: 6:30 PM

As Gale approached the officer’s hut, his mind reeled trying to come up with the best way to tell John. He was barely keeping it together, and he knew the second he told Bucky, all bets were off. Anything could happen.

But how was he supposed to react to news like this?

Stopping outside the door, Buck took a deep breath and blinked away the tears stinging his eyes. He had to be strong.

Gale opened the door slowly and the sound of Johnny’s loud cackling filled the air. He was lying on his bed, his nose in his book as the rest of the men talked quietly around the room. Noticing him enter, Johnny sat up against the wall, grinning from ear to ear.

“Buck,” he started, holding up his book. “Who would’ve thought something named ‘The Odor of Violets’ would be even better than Guys and Dolls? I didn’t think that was possible.”

Gale’s eyes were glued to the floor as he placed his hands on his hips and spoke lowly. “Could I have a minute with Bucky?”

The rest of the officers shared confused glances, but soon exited the hut, leaving the best friends alone. Johnny placed the book on his nightstand and stood to his feet with furrowed brows, watching everyone walk by his bed and out the door.

“Buck, what is it?” he asked skeptically, slowly approaching Gale.

Gale’s eyes finally rose from the floor to meet his. “It’s Ruth, John.”

A small smile appeared on his face at the mention of the woman, but it quickly faded when he noticed Buck’s slightly reddened eyes. “What about her?”

“We just got word that…,” Buck paused, swallowing thickly against the emotion that threatened to close his throat. “That, uh, the Angel is missing.”

Bucky stared at his friend for a few moments, blinking slowly. “What?” he whispered, his deep voice strained.

“We don’t know any details…just that they didn’t make it to the base.”

Mirroring Buck’s stance, John’s lips pulled tightly together as he tried to keep his composure despite nausea rising in his throat. “When?” he asked, taking a deep breath.

“Yesterday.”

The older man’s eyes flicked around the room, his racing mind trying to come up with something, anything, to explain why the nurses failed to land at the Grove. He thought of every possible scenario, but only a single explanation involved them being alive, being safe, and John clung to it.

He refused to believe anything different.

"They could’ve stopped to refuel, right?" Bucky nodded quickly, his worried eyes meeting Gale's, who could tell he was trying to convince himself more than anything. "That's why they stopped here the first time, remember?"

John moved his hands from his hips and paced around the hut. "What if they don't have a radio or had to go radio-silent? They might be-"

"John," Gale whispered, his already heavy heart sinking as he watched Johnny try and keep it together. "They're not refueling."

Bucky's movements came to a halt with his back facing Gale. He knew the reality of the situation but refused to accept it, to believe that the woman he loved was either dead or downed in hostile territory.

"Then there's another reason!" Egan exploded, his throat constricting and causing his voice to crack as it echoed inside the small metal hut. “There has to be!”

“There isn’t.”

He shook his head and spun around to face Buck. “No. I won’t believe it. They can’t…W-where’s Hugh?”

“Talking to Harding to see if he can-uh,” Gale replied, wiping a stray tear from his cheek as his resolve cracked. “If he can get more information from the Grove.”

“Alright, let’s go then.”

John wasted no time rushing past Gale, not even making sure he was following when he pushed out the door and stepped into the English afternoon. There was a biting chill in the air but he didn’t even notice, his body shaking with adrenaline as he tried to hold onto hope that they were alive. That Ruth was alive.

He quickly jumped into a nearby jeep and cranked it, ready to go when Gale finally exited the hut.

“Let’s go! Come on!” Bucky called, his right foot itching to slam on the gas.

The second Gale’s bottom hit the seat, they sped off towards the base HQ, towards the news that would either save or destroy them. Both men stared ahead silently, unable to verbalize the dread that settled into their stomachs. Buck was being realistic. He knew what likely happened…where the girls likely were, and watching John cling to hope broke the man a second time.

He thought back to the Algerian desert when John assured him to keep his hope, that they were ‘gonna get through this,’ but how could he when all was lost?

When the rest of his life was so cruelly torn away from him?

Beside him, John continued to rationalize, to argue with himself in a pitiful attempt to keep reality from crashing in on him. He didn’t remember the ride to HQ or how he got to the Colonel’s office, and as he stood beside Hugh and Buck staring at Harding on the phone with the Grove’s CO, he felt like he dangled by a string.

The three men stood in tense silence, their eyes fixed on Chick’s face, searching for any hint of news about the women. They watched as Harding rested a hand over his mouth, listening to the voice on the other end of the line. His shoulders sagged slightly, and he lowered the receiver slowly. With a deep sigh, he turned to face them, his features etched with sympathy.

‘No,’ John thought. ‘Please no.’

Silence filled the small office for a few moments while Harding mulled over his thoughts, trying to find the right words to say, but there were none. Those few seconds stretched into hours for the three, each waiting for their world to crumble around them. Bucky’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the back of the seat he stood behind.

“I’m sorry, boys,” Harding began, his voice barely above a whisper. “Recon plane saw a C-47 in a nosedive with 109s flyin’ around it. It went down pretty fast and…,” Chick took another deep breath, mentally preparing for the reactions of his men. “It exploded on impact. There was no sign of survivors.”

The words hung in the air, each syllable adding to the stifling atmosphere of the room. John’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as he struggled to wrap his head around the news.

She couldn’t be gone.

His mind replayed Harding’s words on an unending loop, and John felt as if the ground was ripped out from beneath him. Everything that made sense in his life disappeared in a matter of seconds. Each sentence, each word, each letter twisted the knife in his chest…but there was still one possibility.

“Did they see any chutes?” he asked, his voice tight with desperation, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes.

That glimmer was extinguished when Harding’s gaze met his and shook his head slowly. “No.”

Gale took a shaky breath. “Where?”

“Just over the Maginot line into Germany.”

John’s breath caught in his throat and time seemed to stand still as every fiber of his being screamed in denial, refusing to accept reality.

His mind flashed with memories of Ruth…her infectious laughter, her smile, the way her cheeks blushed after he kissed her lips. And now, memories were all he had left of the woman he loved.

The woman who died not knowing just how much she meant to him.

He clenched his jaw so tight it felt like it might shatter, and his lips drew into a thin, tight line as the air became too thick, too stifling for him to take in another breath.

He needed air.

He needed to get out.

With a single nod, he stormed out of the office, his steps echoing down the hallway as he searched for a way out, for an escape. Once free into the cool air, John loosened the tie around his throat and took a shaky breath.

The future he’d only begun to imagine, the life they could’ve had together, was torn away from him in an instant.

He stood for a few seconds, unable to think, to speak, to move, as tears burned in John’s eyes. The lump in his throat threatened to suffocate him, and he needed some relief…something to numb the all-consuming pain, and he knew just where to find it.

His feet carried him back to his hut, the long walk a blur amid his brokenhearted haze. The second he threw open the door, the eyes of Jack, Bill, and Bubbles flew to the Major and they watched him enter the hut mechanically, the usual smirk or snarky comment absent from his lips as he marched over to Hugh’s footlocker.

John’s hands shook as he unlatched the crate, ignoring the protests from the other men when he began rummaging through Hugh’s personal effects. His eyes darted over its contents, searching for the one thing that could offer him some relief, even if it was temporary.

“Bucky? What are you doing?”

Frustration coursed through him as he pushed aside letters, clothes, and photographs without any luck.

Where was it?

He knew it was in there somewhere.

With every second that passed, the grief clinging to him threatened to pull him under into the dark waters of despair that he doubted he could return from. His breath came in short, shallow gasps as he dug deeper, his movements growing more frantic with each passing moment.

“John?” Kidd asked, his hand landing on Bucky’s shoulder, the Major’s voice uncharacteristically soft.

John shrugged off the touch when his hand closed around something cold and smooth. He snatched the bottle from its resting place and slammed the footlocker shut before marching back into the cold night air.

A few minutes later, he found himself staring up at Muggs as his memories from atop the Fort the night of his party replayed in his mind.

“Have you thought about what you’ll do after all this ends?” Ruth asked, lifting her head from his chest to look at him.

“Not too much. I’m guessing you’ll go back to teaching?”

A wide smile grew on her face and she nodded. “Yeah. That’s the plan.”

“I’ll visit your class,” he grinned smugly. “You know, to make sure that those boys are giving you the respect you deserve. I remember how I was in junior high, and I don’t wish that on anyone.”

“Oh, the girls would love that. Before I left it was all ‘men in uniform’ this and ‘dress blues’ that,” Ruth remarked, nodding her head with her words for effect. “I can imagine their faces when you’d walk through the door.”

“And I can imagine the boys’ faces every day when you show up looking so beautiful as always.”

She slapped his chest playfully, her cheeks blushing. “Oh, stop it.”

“I’ll never stop telling you how beautiful you are.”

She ducked her head against his chest for a few moments before peering at him through her lashes.

“You mean that?” Ruth asked quietly, searching his eyes for any sign of dishonesty. “That you’ll come see me?”

John lifted a hand to rub her cheekbone softly. “Doll, nothing could keep me away. That’s the one thing I know for sure.”

He shook his head…couldn’t handle it…the thought of her lying in some field, her vibrant eyes dulled and lifeless. Someone so full of life gone.

Climbing onto the wing, Bucky settled himself against the cold metal where the it met the fuselage, his precious bottle of VAT-69 clutched tightly to his chest. With a harsh twist, he uncorked the bottle and took a long, deep swig, relishing the burning sensation that seared his throat, attempting to burn away the memory.

It didn’t.

All it did was bring another to the forefront of his mind…

Sauntering toward his nissen hut, John whistled ‘Blue Skies’ quietly, but was broken from his reverie when a woman’s loud voice caught his attention. He rounded the corner of the hut to find Hugh and Buck talking to two women, both wearing flight jackets.

‘What do we have here?’ he thought.

He joined the group, standing just behind Buck’s shoulder as his eyes scanned the newcomers. The dark-haired woman looked an awful lot like Hugh, and she clearly shared his spunky attitude. John’s gaze then flickered to the blonde beside her and his mind went blank.

He took in her short, curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and the barely noticeable upturn of her lips. The conversation around him faded into the background when her small grin quirked into a small smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and John was unable to pull his eyes away.

He’d never see that smile again.

Bucky’s heart clenched as he took another swig of the VAT-69. The whiskey was harsh, but he welcomed the pain. With each swallow, he drank to forget, to escape, to drown out the memories that threatened to consume him whole. He didn’t want to think about the fact that Ruth was gone, that he would never see her smile again, never hear her laugh, never hold her again. As the amber liquid started coursing through his veins, he felt the edges of his grief begin to blur, the sharp edges softened by the numbing embrace of alcohol. With each swallow, he drank to forget, to escape, to drown out the memories.

But no matter how much he drank, no matter how deep he delved into the bottle, the pain remained.

John’s chest tightened, and a lump formed in his throat as tears welled up in his eyes. He fought to hold them back, but the grief was still so overwhelming…so suffocating. Clenching his jaw, he willed himself to be strong.

He didn’t cry.

Men like him didn’t cry.

But his resolve quickly crumbled at the mere thought of Ruth, and the tears spilled over. He still didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t bear the thought of a world without her in it. But as he sat there on the Muggs, surrounded by the starless sky, he knew she was gone.

The newfound light of his life was gone.

And in that moment, all he could do was cry.

John stared numbly into the darkness that overtook the airfield, the only light from passersby’s flashlights in the distance. His tears had long ceased…there were no more left to cry. They left only a hollowed ache in their wake, and he slouched unmoving against the fuselage with the empty bottle still in his lap. He didn’t know how much time had passed when the silence of the night was broken by a soft voice, one thick with a slow southern drawl.

“Hey, Major.”

Bucky didn’t move, didn’t glance down at the man, only keeping his gaze straight ahead. If John was being honest, he didn’t feel like speaking or even existing at the moment.

“How about you come down and we can talk, huh?”

Remaining stubbornly silent, John’s eyes fell to the wing before him as another memory was brought forth by the ground chief’s presence…

"Miss Ruth," Sammy said, using his hand to hide his words from John. "You’re way out of his league."

John still heard the comment, raising an eyebrow as he played along. "You think so? Well, I guess I'll just have to keep her around to make me look good."

Ruth nudged him playfully. "Smooth recovery, Major."

That day put things into perspective for John Egan, and he remembered the way his heart swelled as he watched Ruth across the hard stand giggling with Billy and Sammy. It was the first time he saw a future with a woman…one that wasn’t a fantasy, one more real than he’d ever imagined.

Looking back, he suspected he’d been in love with her since that day.

He was brought back to the present when the sound of Ken’s soft sigh filled the air, followed by his retreating footsteps. It wasn’t long before the footsteps returned, stopping at the base of the wing. When the person didn’t speak, John’s eyes lazily flickered towards them, and he readjusted against the wing at the sight of Buck’s familiar figure. Without a word, he began to climb and make his way up to John on the wing, settling beside him.

They sat in silence for a while, the only sound the soft creaking of the fort as the wind blew around them. John’s voice broke the stillness, rough and hoarse from disuse.

“I never told her,” he admitted, his words barely audible.

Gale nodded to himself for a few moments as his own thoughts dwelled on Hope.

“She knew, John,” he said quietly.

Pursing his lips, Bucky took a steadying breath and fought the tightness creeping back up his throat. “I should’ve-I should’ve told her the damn night of Dye’s party, and now…” he trailed off.

John Egan didn’t have regrets. He always lived life to the fullest, but that was before. Ruth had changed everything. She showed him how to love, a future beyond the war, and now with her gone, he grappled with deep regret. He wished he’d told her how he truly felt when he had the chance.

With a shaky sigh, he looked over at Buck who held up his dog tags and stared longingly at two new additions to the chain: his and Hope’s wedding rings. The two Majors picked them up at the Thorpe Abbotts’ jewelers the day after Dye’s party, and now, the beautiful gold bands would never serve their purpose.

“I was ready to be your best man,” John croaked as he took in Buck’s own heartbroken expression. “And Ruth…she was so excited. She just lit up when talking about you and Hope.”

Nodding to himself, Gale lowered the rings and wiped a stray tear from his cheek. “I know. I just can’t believe it. We’re the ones this was supposed to happen to, not them.”

Buck’s words echoed the thought that swirled in John’s mind all night:

It should be me.

He thought he should be the one dead in some field…the universe’s retribution for all the killing he’d done. But Ruth and Hope? They put people back together, saved their lives after men like him tore them apart.

“Is this what we get?” John asked quietly, his hand reaching up to grasp the necklace Ruth gave him before Regensburg. “For what we do? For all the people we’ve killed?”

Gale's voice was thick with emotion as he struggled to find the right words. "I don't know," he said, his gaze distant as he once again stared at the wedding rings. "I wish I had an answer, but I just...I can't make sense of any of this. I don’t understand it."

John hummed in understanding, his own mind unable to wrap fully around it. “I keep thinking about all the missions we’ve flown,” he murmured, his voice beginning to shake as grief traveled up his throat. “All the close calls we’ve had…and all this time I’ve been worried about Ruth losing me, not–not me losing her.”

Buck’s reddened eyes met John’s, and the best friends shared a look of pure helplessness, of pure desperation, of complete heartbreak.

“Yeah,” Gale agreed softly. “I never imagined it would be like this. Losing her…losing Hope. I thought we’d have more time.”

Silence overtook the two men once more, and they both stared ahead across the airfield. A few minutes later, Bucky broke the quietness of the night.

“I had it all planned out, Buck,” John spoke, his voice finally cracking. “Our trip to London. Ruth, she loves–loved to read, so I was gonna take her to the house of the guy who wrote Oliver Twist…”

“Charles Dickens.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sniffed, subtly turning his head to wipe away a tear. “Charles Dickens. And then I was gonna take her out…really take her out, spend the whole day together, and then–then I was gonna tell her that I loved her after our fancy dinner.”

“She would’ve loved that, John. I know she would’ve.”

“Yeah,” Johnny breathed, his gaze falling to his lap.

“And I have no doubt she would’ve said it back.”

Bucky stared down at the bottle beside him and cursed its contents for not being enough. Not enough to knock him out, to give him the only escape from reality that he’d ever have again. The only place he’d still be able to see Ruth’s smiling face in anything but a picture.

The only picture he’d ever have of her.

“What are we gonna do, Buck?” he whispered as he looked up at Gale who could see the tears shining in his eyes.

Buck took a deep breath and cleared his throat, but his voice still wavered slightly. “We’re gonna go back up and finish the job…for the both of them. It’s all we can do.”

Within John’s chest, his sadness suddenly morphed into anger, making his heart pound and heat to rush to his face. “I hope we kill every one of those kraut bastards before the war’s over,” he snarled. “Every last one of ’em.”

“We’ll finish this,” Gale said firmly, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside him. “For Hope, for Ruth, for Curt…everyone we’ve lost. We have to make sure this all means something.”

But how could anything have meaning if all of your hopes and dreams came crashing down around you?

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buck-buck-boose · 3 years

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I’ll Love You ‘Til I Die

Summary: In which Lottie Green makes a vow to James Buchanan Barnes in her childhood. Against all odds, she kept that vow.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings: very very very mild suggestiveness?

Word Count: 2.2k

Author‘s Note: Another one! Please let me know what you guys think!

Chapter Three: The Birthday

August 25, 1930

Lottie rose with the sun on the morning of her tenth birthday, a thrill of excitement jolting through her body to wake her up. Before she left her room, she pulled on her newest flour sack dress, with its blue and white floral design, puff sleeves, and rounded collar. Clad in her dress, with her feet squeezed into her Mary Janes, she stepped out of her room and into the main room of the apartment.

She was met with a view of her mother and father sitting side by side at the table, her mother’s head resting on her father’s shoulder. It was a scene that Lottie rarely saw— she was usually the last one awake in the house, so her father was usually headed off to work by the time she came into the kitchen.

“Good morning Ma, good morning Pa,” she greeted, coming up behind each of them to kiss them on their cheeks.

“Well good morning Lottie-Love, aren’t you the early bird this morning? Your Pa and I made you some milk toast; the pot of milk on the stove should still be hot,” her mother turned to look at her, smiling at her fondly.

“Thanks Ma, thanks Pa!” Lottie grinned, scooping some toast pieces from a plate and into a bowl and pouring some hot milk from the stove over them. She relished in the sweetness of the cinnamon and sugar; it was a treat that she rarely got to experience.

“You know, Lottie, I’ve been picking up extra shifts at the restaurant and working real hard recently. I wanted to treat you to a real nice birthday, so I’ve got somethin’ for you,” her father said, pulling a package from beneath his chair.

At the sight of the brown paper package, tears began to prick in Lottie’s eyes. She’d never expected a present from her parents on her birthday; they’d stressed the importance of maintaining financial stability because of the depression. She accepted the package from her father, tearing the paper carefully. Inside was a box, where a pair of white t-strap Mary Janes were nestled. The oncoming tears were now trickling down her cheeks; she’d endured so many blisters in silence because of her old Mary Janes, these new shoes were big enough to fit her feet comfortably.

She enveloped both of her parents in a hug, whispering “Thank you,” over and over again. Her parents grinned at her and ruffled her hair, “I also have a dollar for you to spend at Coney Island, Lottie-Love,” her mother said, pulling some quarters from her pocket. Lottie gratefully accepted the coins and changed into her new shoes.

Lottie prepared to meet up with Steve and Bucky, grabbing a wicker basket in which she placed some bread and cheese. Before she left, she grabbed Bucky’s handkerchief from her sewing kit. The past couple of days, she’d been begging her mother to teach her how to embroider; she wanted to show her gratitude for Bucky’s kindness by decorating his handkerchief for him. The handkerchief was freshly washed and adorned with a clumsily stitched floral pattern— a replica of the pattern on the side of his mother’s tea cup. In the corner, she’d carefully stitched the monogram “J.B.B.” It was done in a deep green thread to complement the light pinks used for the floral pattern.

She realized that the new decorations on the handkerchief may seem a bit feminine, but she figured that Bucky would appreciate having a little piece of home in his pocket. Regardless of how he acted, he obviously loved his mother deeply, so he would appreciate having something to remind him of her.

“I’ll be seein’ ya at supper!” Lottie called as she walked out of the apartment, wicker basket in hand and new shoes on her feet. The four blocks to Bucky’s apartment was a quick trip; upon her arrival, she found Steve and Bucky on the stone steps in front of the tenement, waiting for her.

“There’s the birthday girl! Happy birthday Little Lottie!” Bucky crowed standing up to ruffle her hair. Steve joined to two of them, giving her a kind smile and a heartfelt “Happy birthday, Lottie.”

Lottie grinned back in thanks, and turned sharply to lead them towards the trolley station while calling over her shoulder, “Come on boys, what are we waiting for?” Together, they walked a few blocks down to the closest subway station, where they boarded the subway that would take them to Coney Island.

On the half hour subway ride, Bucky explained the various attractions and rollercoasters. The Cyclone intrigued Lottie, but when she glanced at Steve, she noticed his face taking on a green hue at the mention of the rollercoaster. Most of all, Lottie was excited for the beach; she’d been to the beach before, but she was younger then. She hadn’t put a woolen bathing suit on underneath her dress, as she found it too heavy to be comfortable; she still planned on wading in the water at least.

“You know, they say the Cyclone is the steepest wooden coaster in the world,” Bucky commented, giving Lottie a look, “you game, Little Lottie?”

Lottie took the offer into consideration, mulling over the idea. She’d never really been on a rollercoaster, she’d only seen them from a distance; she did enjoy adrenaline rushes, though. She supposed that if Bucky was brave enough for it, she could be too. “Alright, I’m game,” she nodded.

Steve let out a sick sort of groan, “I hope that doesn’t mean I have to go with you two. I think I’ll just stay back and watch.” Lottie’s heart broke a little for him— she didn’t want him to feel left out from all the fun. “That should be fine, Steve, then we can walk along the boardwalk and wade in the water!”

When the subway pulled into the station, Lottie and the boys stepped onto the platform and ascended the stairs, leading to the sidewalk outside. A line spanned from the subway exit to the entrance of Coney Island, crammed full of other New Yorkers seeking a final summer Saturday before the beginning of school. She immediately changed her train of thought, not wanting to linger on the impending doom of school.

“Well I think it’s a good idea we got here this early, I remember one time my Pa and I had to wait for hours because the line wrapped around the next block,” Bucky observed as they shuffled along with the crowd. The trio passed the time playing “I spy” and whispering different observations about strangers in line.

“See those boys up there? I recognize ‘em from school. Always sayin’ they come here just for the steeplechase; there’s these funny jets that blow air up girls’ skirts and they like to watch ‘em. Imagine payin’ a nickel admission just to look at some underthings,” Bucky shook his head and Steve made a sound of disgust, “Always knew they were bad eggs.”

Lottie simply cocked her head in confusion, “Seems like a waste of money to me, seeing as they could get the same thing for free just walkin’ past the ladies’ section in Macy’s.”

Bucky let out a guffaw at that, “It’s not exactly the same, kid. Guys our age can just be real greaseballs, believe me.”

Lottie felt as if there was something she wasn’t getting but she shrugged it off; she would revisit this conversation later on. She was more focused on their close proximity to the entrance of Coney Island.

The three of them paid their nickel admissions fees and strolled into the park; Lottie was in between the two boys, gazing at the beach and towards Luna Park, where the coasters were. Bucky turned to her, “C’mon, let’s grab a locker to put your basket in— we’re going on the coasters first.”

The three of them explored all the attractions that Luna Park had to offer. When it came time to ride the Cyclone, Bucky threw his arm around his shoulders, “I know it looks scary, but I promise it’ll be alright, okay Little Lottie?” She simply nodded and struggled to figure out what to do with herself; this was the first time he’d ever really shown physical affection, albeit a very brotherly form. She sighed inwardly at that— brotherly. Nothing more, nothing less.

The Cyclone turned out to be her favorite ride in Luna Park; although it made her stomach drop, the adrenaline rush sent her into fits of giggles. They only went on once, since they wanted to save their money and didn’t want to leave Steve waiting.

The mid-day sun was beating down on them by the time they wandered down the boardwalk. Bucky and Steve went to town in a couple frankfurters while Lottie sipped on her lemon soda.

Lottie consumed the rest of her soda then disposed of the cup, turning to the boys, “Are you two ready to go to the beach? I’ve got some nice fixin’s for a picnic.”

“Well Little Lottie, you know the best way to a guy’s heart is through his stomach. Lead the way!” Bucky threw an exaggerated wink her way and she laughed, rolling her eyes. “Buck, we all know the best way to your heart would be through your head ‘cause it’s practically empty—you’d go straight through. But you’re always stuffing your face with anything you can find,” Steve scoffed.

Lottie led the two of them back to their locker, grabbing her wicker basket. They walked towards the beach, weaving in and out of the crowds. Once they found a fairly empty spot, the trio sat down and divvied up the bread and cheese that she’d packed.

“So how’s your birthday been so far?” Steve questioned, nudging her shoulder. “I’ve really enjoyed it so far. Probably the best one yet,” Lottie grinned, popping some cheese in her mouth.

“Well now seems like a good time for gifts, yeah? I’ll get us started,” Bucky announced, pulling out a small package. She really hadn’t been expected gifts at all, so she was left blushing and flustered. Inside the package was a chain with a gold pendant, roughly the size of a dime. At its center was a little green gem, glinting in the sun.

“My Ma was getting all excited over your birthday, sayin’ stuff about girls becoming women and needin’ proper jewelry and all that. I saw this at the rummage sale and it just reminded me of you ‘cause your last name’s Green. Don’t worry, it wasn’t a pretty penny or anything, pretty sure it’s just brass and green glass,” Bucky shrugged, trying to come off as nonchalant. Lottie didn’t try to keep up a cool appearance and threw her arms around him, squeezing.

“All a gal ever really needs is brass and green glass. Thank you, Bucky,” she said earnestly.

“Aw c’mon Buck, you really had to pull that? Now my gift’s gonna be lame in comparison,” Steve jokingly sighed, pulling out his own package, handing it to Lottie. Inside was a little leather-bound book, full of lined pages with dates on them. “I thought you’d enjoy a journal. Just to write your thoughts down on, or to even practice your new art skills on,” he explained.

Lottie smiled down fondly at its pages and gave Steve a fierce hug, “I love it, thank you Steve.”

“Oh, before I forget,” Lottie started, reaching into the bottom of the basket, “I have something of yours, Bucky.”

She grabbed his handkerchief and handed it to him, his eyes widening. “Did you do this?” He asked, a look of fondness taking over his features as he looked down at the floral pattern she’d recreated.

“I just thought it would be a nice favor ‘cause you let me borrow it,” she shrugged, looking down at the sand. This time she was the one who had to feign nonchalance.

“This is just aces, Little Lottie!” Bucky grinned at her, pulling her into a bear hug and a signature ruffle of her hair. She teasingly shoved him off to fix her dress and her hair, “Maybe next time try to thank me in a more civil way,” she chided, sticking her tongue out at him. He simply barked out a laugh and carefully folded the handkerchief, putting it in his pocket.

They all gazed at the horizon, enjoying a moment of amiable silence. Lottie broke the silence, albeit regretfully, “I think I gotta get home. Ma’s gonna be wanting me home for supper soon.” The boys nodded and they all got to their feet, ridding their clothes of sand.

The subway ride home was all quiet murmurs and soft laughter; the children too tired for rowdy behavior. They parted ways in front of the Barnes’ tenement, and Lottie gave both Steve and Bucky hugs goodbye, thanking them profusely for a wonderful birthday.

That night, as had become her routine, she gazed at her little treasures, especially the new addition to her collection. The necklace found a home in the mason jar along with her lucky penny, both winking at her by candlelight. She whispered her vow, soft and sure,

“James Buchanan Barnes, I’ll love you ‘til I die.”

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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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OOO OK hear me out: headcanon of midnight fast food runs with all the avengers. somehow everyone’s awake at 3 am so everyone gets piled into a car, half asleep, peter driving and y/n playing the best music, just to walk into like mcdonald’s and getting recognized and it’s just the best thing ever

a/n: you creative child, this is brilliant!! thank u for sending it in :’) here you go, another headcanon bc this is how i cope lol enjoy

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

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the avengers + 3 am midnight runs

it’s 3:30 am and it’s one of those nights

no can sleep, everyone is awake for various reasons and they’re all sick of blindly tossing around. then they hear the elevator ding from out the hallway and they immediately perk up

they all get up at the same time and open their doors at the same time

bruce: “we have to stop spending so much time together”

then they silently shuffle toward the elevator to see who it is

thor, peter and y/n step out, all holding a venti iced latte and a mcmuffin and everyone acts like it’s grossing them out because it’s too early for food

but their eyes meet and it’s one of those moments where you know you’re about to do something careless and stupid but you do it anyway

they all squeeze into the elevator in their pyjamas without uttering a word and wiggle their way into the 10 passenger van they always use for bonding trips

y/n, peter and thor follow without protest bc Sleep Is For The Weak

peter somehow ends up in the driver’s seat while y/n gets to drive shotgun and no one notices bc everyone’s too busy fighting tooth and nail to get some room but then the car almost hits a lantern and someone screams

(it was loki)

“sHIT eyes on the road stark!!!” “wilson, i’m sitting right next to you?” “then who’s driving”

y/n, cheerily: “peter is!” “yep! and i think i’m doing a pretty good job too! can you believe i’ve only driven in parking lots and once in a car chase? funny right” “yOU WHAT-“

y/n switches to random stations to have it play quietly in the background but then ‘driver’s license’ comes on and peter whoops and rolls down the windows while y/n yanks up the volume

the avengers are flabbergasted because why are the younglings getting so excited about a song that is about heartbreak?

30 seconds later, they get it

sam pulls up lyrics, tony and nat chime in on the chorus with peter and y/n, and the others pull out flashlights and lighters to hold them up

bucky tries to wipe away his tears without anyone noticing, and steve smirks at him because ofc he saw it. he’s not impressed when bucky hisses at him

and then the bridge hits and everyone loses their minds

safety is thrown to the wind, everyone rolls down their windows and sticks out their heads and arms while screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs

it’s too cinematic to be real tbh but it’s GREAT

and that’s how the longest night of the year starts. not technically, but it sure feels like it because so much happens

mcdonald’s is lawless land and the avengers are on a mission to wholeheartedly contribute to the vibe

some guy waiting in line: “hey aren’t you the god of thunder? you’re an avenger right?”

thor, literally carrying mjolnir and very obviously traveling with the team: “never heard of them”

clint is an old man and it’s clearly past his bed time but he refuses to be left out of this, so he fluctuates between napping the moment they sit down and trying to drag everyone along to wander around

steve is 100% that one super super nice stranger you start a super deep conversation with and it leaves you in a great mood for the rest of the night

he even ends up exchanging numbers with a nice lady that does art workshops so now steve has a new place to flaunt his artistic vein :)

it’s literally 3 am but nat and loki look flawless. it’s ridiculous. they’re sauntering through this place, looking like the gods of hell, and leaving other insomniacs utterly speechless

they’re all turning their heads to stare after them because have they officially lost their minds? how does one look so intimidating but so magnificent

tony is the king of insomnia, he’s INVENTED it and it’s his city now, but once he’s out he’s out and no one has the heart to wake him up

he falls asleep in the most uncomfortable positions/places all night

he’s literally on top of a stranger’s car and they really have to go and the avengers are all shoving each other to be the one who has to interrupt his precious sleep

eventually bucky ends up carrying tony and he wakes up as they’re walking back

tony, patting bucky on the cheek before hopping down: “thanks buck”

peter being a class one protégé and passionate insomniac himself follows in his mentor’s footsteps and falls asleep everywhere, and although it’s kinda concerning, the team understands it shows his trust in them

he gets used to waking up in steve or thor’s arms

one time sam tossed him over his shoulder to get back to the car and peter is aghast, he is appalled, how dare he not carry him bridal style like the rest of the avengers, he deserves it-

they go get frozen yoghurt and steve only wants the healthy mango sorbet but y/n convinces him to try some of hers, which is vanilla chocolate fudge and oreo pieces

“that’s awful” “you want another bite” “yes”

(steve rogers is a whore for chocolate but you’ll never see him admit it)

nat challenges clint and bruce to fill their cups as high as possible so now they’re all stretched out on their stomaches on the floor by the yoghurt machines, ankles crossed, and navigating their cups to make the highest frozen yoghurt tower the world has ever seen

this starts a whole series of competitions in the middle of the store including who can leg press the most people

it ends up being a tie between steve, bucky, thor, and peter. they each had nat, tony, bruce AND loki and didn’t even break a sweat

“y/n, close your mouth”

but the night eventually does come to an end and everyone is huddled inside the van, some are already lightly snoring, and tony’s driving

once they’re back at the compound they don’t feel like parting ways though, so they wordlessly go to their rooms to grab all the pillows and blankets they can find

once they’re all sprawled on the ground in the living room, sleep comes easily especially after a night like that <3

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stay hydrated pals

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saiyanprincessswanie · 4 months

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 201-202

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 30 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Solace - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Accomplice - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Bucky and Bluey and You - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Gun for hire (3) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Seasons in the Sun - (Steve, Ransom, Ari) - @hollybee8917

What if I am too much? - (Bucky x Reader) - @notafunkiller

Change - (Steve & Sinthea Schmidt) - @nekoannie-chan

Image - (Steve, Clint) - @nekoannie-chan

Saving Her - (Gert Yorkes, Chase Stein) - @nekoannie-chan

Fleeing - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Impossible to Resist - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

tempting fate on the terrace - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Evermore - Part 5 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Evermore - In A Ocean Alone - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Bucky finds a kitten - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantbarnessdoll

Hold You Tight: Part 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Wrecked (Part 5) - (Frank x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @tuiccim

Fancy Restaurant - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

A Long Time Coming - (Jake x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

His kind of romance - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

His kind of romance (2) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Cherry Blossom - (Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

Kites - (Sue Storm, Johnny Storm) - @nekoannie-chan

Slowly - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Stranded - (Steve, Janet van Dyne) - @nekoannie-chan

On the run - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Jealous - (Ransom x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Trouble's Surrender - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420

Museum - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Quite the Welcome Home - (Ari x Reader x Ransom) - @stargazingfangirl18

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #ari levinson x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #andy barber x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #frank castle x reader #billy russo x reader #jake jensen x reader

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nekoannie-chan · 2 years

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Week 49 Reblog Masterlist

You can check my reading guidelines here.

You can check my masterlist here.

You can check my main reblog masterlist 2022 here.

You can check my December reblog masterlist 2022 here.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 49 2022:

Keep your eyes to yourself (John Proudstar X Reader, Andy Strucker X Reader) by @scarlett-dunbar101 💚

And then it rained (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sapphire-rogers 💚

Morbius (Michael Morbius X Reader) by @may85 💚

Imagine Steve visiting skull in prison by @imaginemarvelfanfic 💙

Fully agree (The divine pairing) by @rose-of-gabriel 💚

What could’ve been (Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, future Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @you-are-my-sanctuary 💙

Secret Santa (Bock Rumlow X Reader) by @captainsophiestarkwriting 💚

My saviour chapter 30: Alexander Pierce (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤 ❤️💚💙

What could’ve been final part (Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, future Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @you-are-my-sanctuary 💙

Lesson (Ororo Munroe X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms 💚

Kiss me and stay with me (Stucky) by @hollybee8917 💚

When you’re old (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @nana1000night @1000night💚

Chrome & leather chapter 16 (Steve Rogers X OFC, Billy Russo X OFC) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙

The will to get to you (Thunderblink) by @zoefandom127 💚

Slow dancing in the kitchen (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rodrikstark 💚

Dating headcanons with Michael Morbius (Michael Morbius X Reader) by @angelltheninth 💚

40’s (Skinny!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @justalonelyslytherin 💚

#Annie recommends #stardust reblog challenge

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adventures-with-ana · 3 years

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— Wrong Number —

Bucky Barnes x OFC // 3.089 18+ only, minors dni; accidental sharing of risqué pics, implied smut

This was not the time to accidentally text the hot guy who lived across the hall from my apartment instead of my best friend.

Oh no.

No, this couldn't be happening.

This was not the time to slip up on text message recipients.

This was not the time to accidentally text the hot guy who lived across the hall from my apartment instead of my best friend.

Bucky had no business being near Becky, and my thumb had no business fucking up this text!

I wanted to asked my best friend - Becky - about a new lingerie set I had bought. I was single but trying to keep up a good dating life, and that included lingerie shopping. And lingerie shopping was never done until you got your best friends opinion. I didn't make those rules, the universe did. Nothing was cute until your friends told you about their lady boners.

So I had donned my new, skimpy little set. Admired the way it made my ass look fantastic, and absolutely loved the support it gave to my tits. They looked a cup-size bigger than they were, and that was the best news you could give a small cup. I'd even drawn on a cat eye eyeliner look and donned red lipstick for this little photo shoot, wanting to make sure I looked incredible. I gave a pouty look to the mirror and snapped a few selfies in different poses.

'New set. What do you think?' With an added winking emoji for the hell of it.

I had meant to send that text and two racy photos to Becky. B-E-cky. With an 'E'.

Instead, I got to stare in abject horror as my text threads - from bottom to top - read: Dad, Mason (work), Amara, Bucky.

BUCKY!

I freaked out and immediately called Becky. My fingers finally not failing me and actually putting me in contact with my best friend. "I fucked up." I said immediately.

"What happened?" she asked, instantly worried. She should be worried, I certainly was.

"Becky.... Becky...." I whined. "Oh my god, I was trying to send you pics of my new lingerie. I needed the best friend approval."

"Oh?" she said, excited at once. "I don't have any texts from you yet. I can't wait to give the best friend approval." she chuckled.

"I accidentally sent them to the wrong person." I told her.

"Oh no, who?" She asked. I told her to think about it. She paused for a second. "Oh no!" she wailed and I wanted to cry. "Oh my god, he's probably creaming himself. Holy shit." she laughed.

I was so glad she found the end of my life so amusing. I was worried, I was panicked. I just sent near nudes to a man I'd only known for maybe six months. And not even a full six months. Just six months of living across the hall from each other, only passing on occasion. I hadn't talked to him in person in three weeks. Hadn't texted or called him for any reason in that time either. What was this going to do?

It seemed like I'd never know because there was no reply from him. At all. Not five minutes later, not thirty minutes later, not three hours later. I was freaking out, I tried not to but it was useless. I tried to think logically. Maybe he hadn't seen them yet, he was at work after all. Perhaps he figured it was an accident and just deleted them. Or perhaps he was doing exactly as Becky said and creaming himself. I didn't think that one was very likely, not that I wasn't confident just that I didn't want to think of Bucky like that because it did things to me.

I tried to distract myself from the thoughts of what could possibly be happening with Bucky and those photos, but it didn't work out to well. Especially not when 6pm rolled around, because I knew he usually got home from workaround 6:30 or so. Which meant I was glued to my front door, peering out the peephole for twenty minutes until I saw him at his front door. He didn't even give a backwards glance to my door and I wondered if that was a bad sign.

My phone went off with a new text ten minutes later. I couldn't touch it. I could do nothing but stare at it for five minutes before taking a deep breath and trying to be a big girl about this. I unlocked my phone and there is was. A new text from Bucky. I tapped it.

'I think you should at least let me buy you a drink first.'

Oh my god.

I typed a reply, but then stared at it for five minutes. I couldn't send this. Could I? Should I? I definitely should, right? That was a response of interest. I may have screamed a little as I hit send, but I still hit send.

'Baron's @8'

Baron's being the bar that was, quite literally, right across the street. Becky and I had frequently stumbled back to my apartment after a night of drinking there. The bartender knew me by name, and laugh at this point because drunk me was the giggly sort.

After replying to Bucky, I called Becky back and she cackled with glee as I told her the glorious turn of events that happened. I still wondered what had taken him so long to reply, or even see the pictures and Becky called me an idiot for believing that he hadn't seen it immediately, and then disappeared to jack off to them.

"He literally got home and invited you for a drink." she pointed out. "My baby girl gonna LAID TONIGHT!" she announced loudly, and proudly. "Oh! Wear that sexy ass black dress from your birthday. That'll definitely cut your round of drinks short."

"I was thinking of the red one instead." I replied. "The one I wore to your brother's graduation."

She gasped. "Has the student become the hooker? I'm so proud of you."

Becky was ridiculous, but I wasn't going to argue with her approval for my chosen date outfit. We hung up and I grabbed a small snack to hold me over before getting ready for 8. I didn't need to shower again, but I did brush my teeth and wash my hands. Then I put on that same lingerie set again and hunted through my closet until I found that red dress.

I'd bought it because Becky's brother wasn't exactly the most popular guy at his college. He was a pretty cute guy but he'd frequently gotten picked on for being an introverted book nerd with a speech impediment and an extreme overbite that was still being reigned in. So for his graduation I'd bought the sexiest dress I could find and spent the entire night on his arm. It amazed me how shallow some people could be, but hey the trick worked to help his confidence and show his fellow classmates that their idea of good looks wasn't the only definition.

I put that dress on now, not even caring that the top was so low cut you could very obviously see the lingerie underneath it. That would serve it's purpose anyway. I applied mascara and touched up my lipstick before swapping my important things into a date night clutch, and heading to the door at 7:45.

I figured if I left a little early we could avoid the awkward 'meeting in the hall' thing, that might have ended up making us miss our drinks. I didn't want that, I wanted time to prepare and the opportunity to apologize; if necessary. Though considering his response an apology might not be necessary, though I did still want to explain that those photos were not meant for him. Not telling him felt like it would have been deceitful.

I was the first one to the bar, and I grabbed a table off to the side. Out of the way, but with a direct line of sight to the front door so I wouldn't miss him when he walked in. I just ordered a water to start with, figuring I'd at least wait for him before starting to drink. I didn't have to wait long though, because he arrived shortly after I'd taken my first sip of my ice water, and damn did he look fine.

Tight, dark jeans and dirty boots, a snuggly fitting white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket that made his broad shoulders look like the could carry the weight of the world and never crack. He looked around and as his gaze found me, I saw him swallow thickly. I gave him a coy little wave and he approached me like he was in a trance.

"I think I'm underdressed." he said nervously as he took the seat across from me. He tried to keep his eyes off of me, but my dress did it's job very well and made that impossible for him; and a couple other men scattered around the bar.

"Maybe we're both overdressed." I replied, sipping my water and wondering where the hell that confidence had come from.

The waitress I'd gotten my water from approached again, giving me an approving nod as she looked over my apparent date and asked us if she could get us anything. Bucky immediately ordered a whiskey, neat and I ordered a cosmopolitan. When she walked away, Bucky and I couldn't keep our eyes off each other, and I chuckled at how fast our heads turned.

"I, uh, I have a confession to make." I said, and he looked curious. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but I, uh, I sent you those pictures on accident."

"Oh," he immediately looked disappointed.

I gently kicked him in the shin. "Don't look like that. You think I'd be here dressed like this if I regretted it?"

"Oh." he said, in a much more satisfied tone, looking over my dress again. "So who were they meant for then?" he asked cautiously, as if I were going to tell him they were for some other guy.

"No one." I laughed. "I was trying to get my best friends opinion on the set. And my best friend is named Becky." I explained.

He laughed. "See, that's why you don't have a name in my phone." he said, and my mouth dropped open in insulted shock. "Why need a name when 'Hot Chick in 4E' does the job?" He questioned and I laughed.

"That is not my contact name." I challenged him.

"It's not." he immediately confessed. "It's actually just under three fire emojis and then 4E on the end."

He unlocked his phone to show me his text list and sure enough, there it was. 🔥🔥🔥 4E. Right under a message to 'Steve' that read 'She's so fucking sexy.'

"Oh! What's this?" I said, snatching his phone and opening that message thread.

"No! Don't do that!" He said, trying to reach for across the table for the phone, while I cackled and read the last few messages.

"This is juicy stuff." I teased, reading the messages aloud. "That hot chick across the hall just sent me lingerie pics. What do I do?" I read, watching his cheeks turn red. "Do NOT send her a dick pic." I continued, reading Steve's reply. "I like this Steve guy," I said. "He's a smart man."

"Yeah, yeah, brilliant guy." Bucky said, reaching for the phone again. I wasn't done though and I just put my hand on his chest to push him back into his seat. He put his face in his hands as I continued.

"Who the fuck do you think I am?" I read his reply to Steve, I gave him a nod of approval but he refused to remove his hands from his face so he didn't see it. "But what do I do?" I continued, and from his groan I new I was getting to the good part. "She's so gorgeous and these pics are so hot, I'm hard at work." I laughed and he groaned again. "I'm gonna buy Steve a cake for this one. 'Just ask her out then, you idiot. You've had a hard on for her since you met her. Man up.'"

I let him off the hook after that and stopped reading the messages aloud, not that there were many left. Just one where Bucky said he made the offer, Steve sending back the fingers crossed emoji, and then Bucky's last message where he'd said I was sexy. I sent Steve a message of my own, and Bucky looked back to me when he heard the camera sound from his phone.

I'd snapped a selfie of myself, prominently displaying my dress, lingerie, and cleavage and sent it to Steve with the message 'Thanks for the help.' Signing off with a kiss emoji and my initials.

I finally handed Bucky back his phone and he eyed me suspiciously. "So what's your message thread to Becky look like?" he asked.

My grin turned wicked. "I called her." I said and he looked disappointed, but I took pity on him and told him exactly what we'd said to each other. "You have no idea how horrified I was. Oh my god, I thought you were going to hate me."

"Okay, if any man on this planet ever hated you for those pics... He's gay." Bucky stated matter-of-factly. "Second, I'm not gay." He grinned.

"Well, I'm gonna finish this drink," I said, sipping a little more of it down. "And then you're gonna prove that to me."

The fire that ignited in his eyes when I said that made me want to down my drink in half a second, but I liked the anticipation too much. It didn't last too long though. It was a small drink and I could only sip it so slow. When I was done, he pulled $20 from his wallet, left it on the table, and then pulled me to the door.

I giggled all the way across the street and into the elevator, where he pressed me against the side of it and kissed me like the world was on fire. When the elevator dinged and opened on the fourth floor, it took us a second to pull apart and exit into the hallway.

This was probably the part where someone should have asked the age old question of 'your place or mine' but there was no question to me. I was taking him home with me and I really hoped he didn't protest. It wasn't that I had anything against his apartment, I just didn't know what he had in terms of fun and I knew I had a pair of handcuffs I'd love to get some use out of. Either cuffing him to the headboard, or him cuffing me; I wasn't picky.

I unlocked my front door and pulled him inside, where he promptly pinned me to the wall and started kissing me again before the door was even shut. I flicked the locks before running my hands up his chest. But just as I was starting to push his jacket off his shoulders he abruptly stopped and stepped back a little. I was too confused over the move for any feelings of rejection to register, which was good because he wasn't actually rejecting me.

"There's, uh," he nervously rubbed his neck. "There's something you should know first." He said. I looked at him expectantly. "I'm not... Normal."

I couldn't help the quick glance I shot to his crotch. "What kind of 'not normal' are we talking about here?" I asked. "Like 'my dick's a little crooked' or like 'I've got a prosthetic leg and I don't want you to think that's weird'?"

He let out a nervous chuckle that seemed more involuntary than genuine. "Uh, an arm actually." He said.

He moved to take off the leather gloves he usually wore, and I saw what he meant. His right hand was completely ordinary, if only in the sense that it was a human hand. The left, however, was a dark metal that was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. My eyes widened and he looked surprised when I grabbed it to get a closer look.

"Is it the whole arm?" I asked, and he nodded. I didn't let him stop me this time, I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and when it hit the floor I was too busy staring at the metal arm to care. "Holy..." I breathed, running a hand up the cool metal. "It's beautiful." I breathed.

It really was, too. Dark metal from up under the sleeve of his T-shirt to the tip of his fingers. Accented in gold and despite the strength I felt from it, it was somehow soft. Not physically, obviously there was no give to it under my fingers, but it felt even smoother than one of the little bullet vibes I have tucked in my bed side table. The more I touched it, the more I realized he could feel it. His expression softened, all the tension and apprehension leaving his body as he saw that I was clearly not weirded out by his arm. I lightly trailed just the tip of my finger down the metal bicep and he actually sighed.

"You can feel it?" I asked. He nodded. "Does it hurt?"

"Not so much." He replied with a shrug. "Occasionally it'll hurt around my shoulder, but not often enough to bother me." He gave me a curious look then, like he was trying to figure me out. "You don't mind?"

I laughed. "I don't want to crush you or anything," I said, "but you're not the first guy I've slept with that has a prosthetic."

"Bet I'm the first with a fully functional one though." He said, using his metal hand to touch my face, trailing a cold metal finger across my lips. The look in his eyes when I opened my mouth and gently sucked on the tip of his finger was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life. "You are so fucking sexy," he breathed.

There was no more talking after that. I connected my lips to his and there was no escape until he was laying me out on my own bed and stripping off my clothes piece by piece. Then he thoroughly proved to me just how functional that prosthetic was and I'd never been so happy to screw up a text in my life.

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The Tower: Happily Ever After - 30

The Tower: Happily Ever After An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist | Character Reference PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3332

Warnings: smut (MF, oral sex, hand job, overstimulation, pegging, multiple orgasms, mirrors)

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children. Yet things aren’t perfect. Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be. When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.

Chapter 30: Getting Out of his Head

The trip Thor, Steve, and Wanda had taken to find out what was causing the strong sense of dread in the farmers who lived by the western wall of the city had been fruitless. They had found the same things that Rebecca, Riley, and Billy had found - a feeling of oppressive fear that got stronger in a certain spot and then ended - but they couldn’t find the source. In the end, Thor had ordered livestock to be moved to the farms on the eastern wall, and that the families living there would be housed at the palace until he could get to the bottom of the problem. In the meantime, guards were set out around the perimeter of where that feeling occurred in the hopes it would if not find the thing causing the problem, it would at least stop it from spreading.

Each day Loki and Thor would go out to see what they could find, sometimes taking Heimdall with them, and other times Wanda, Sarah, or Billy. Yet each day nothing had been found.

Meanwhile, we were also moving toward something exciting coming up too. Edwin would be arriving for his first six-month stay at Asgard. It would be the feeler for Rory and Lyra to see if they too might be okay living here, away from their own families and their world. It was a lot of pressure, and we wanted things to be perfect for them. Unlike Rose and Billy who had ended up with people who weren’t rich or powerful - Rose had met Paul in college and Billy had first met Teddy when Teddy had been his personal trainer - Lyra and Rory were both from money. Lyra was an heiress to a media company, though one of three children who stood to inherit the multibillion-dollar company, they’d met at a gala in New York and what had started as the two of them just being seen out partying together had ended up being something deep and long term for both. Rory was from old English money. He had a title and everything; Lord Roderick Ainsworth. His family owned a manor in England as well properties around the world. There were several different companies under his family’s name and while we knew he was involved in the running of them, we weren’t exactly sure if it was much more than as a figurehead, because he certainly seemed available for any reason at the drop of the hat. Edwin and Lyra had met Rory a few years into their relationship and if anyone asked how they met, they just vaguely said ‘in Paris’. Later when we were alone and Steve brought up how odd it was that they never specified how they met, Tony had said ‘sex dungeon’ and as none of us actually wanted that piece of information confirmed, no one had brought it up again.

Because of their own experience with wealth and fame, we hoped that fitting in as royalty wouldn’t be such a big learning curve for them and it would just be getting used to living on another planet that they had to live with.

So to that end, we were in full-on preparation mode for them. Their chambers had been prepared and decorated. They had offices that they could conduct business from, and Tony had made sure a lab adjoining his, had been readied just in case Edwin wanted to get into the lab.

Eddie was the only one of our kids that had shown interest in engineering. Most of the other kids had been more interested in arts or physical pursuits, and aside from Marya, none could really keep up with the advanced genius of either Tony or Bruce. Marya still hadn’t chosen a thing to focus on but she’d been more interested in life sciences than engineering so far. So Tony was excited to have one of his kids around that shared his passion again and was really hoping they’d stay.

“Maybe I should send a message to Eddie and see if there’s any hobbies or anything that Lyra and Rory have so we can make sure they have access to them here,” Tony said as he paced the room, holding Nova as Inky gamboled about at his feet. Nova seemed to be liking his dad’s nervous energy and was babbling along with him and trying to pull on Tony’s beard.

“That’s a nice idea,” Bruce said. “You should do that, but you also need to calm down a little. Remember how you picked up Nova to settle him down to sleep?”

Tony stopped pacing and looked down at the baby in his arms. Nova looked back up at him and babbled excitedly, patting Tony on the cheek. “Yeah, okay, that’s not happening.”

“Give him to me,” Natasha said, coming and taking Nova from him.

Tony came and flopped down on the sofa chair beside me. I huffed and wriggled over so he wasn’t sitting directly on me. For forty years he’d been doing that exact move. Just forcing himself into chairs beside me because he wanted to cuddle. No warning. No asking me to move over. Just flopping down on me.

I wrapped my arm around him and played with his hair. “I don’t think you can force them to love it,” I said. “Hobbies can be found, but either you like it or you don’t. They’re willing to give it a chance. So that’s something.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he said and nuzzled into my neck.

I moved so I was sitting on his lap and continued to play with his hair as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Need to get out of your head, huh?”

“Easier said than done,” he mumbled against my skin.

“I’m sure you can think of something that might distract you,” I teased.

He pulled back and smirked at me. “You gonna spoil me?”

I looked around at the others in the room, everyone was pretty relaxed. Natasha and Sam were working at getting the babies down, and Zak was already down for an afternoon nap. “I think everyone else has things under control that they can spare us for half an hour or so.”

“An hour. Come on,” Tony teased. “It’s me.”

“Just go,” Steve chuckled. “Whatever it takes to get you out of your head.”

Tony patted my ass and I took his hand and led him into the bedroom and up the stairs to our bed. “So, Tony,” I said as we took off our shoes. “Is there anything you’d like to do right now? Something we’ve never done? Something you particularly like that we haven’t done in a while?”

“What exactly is on the table?” Tony asked, pausing midway between taking his shirt off.

I shrugged. “I mean we can go to Nat’s dungeon if you want to get super kinky. I’d be up for it.”

“Would you let me be in charge?” he asked.

“Would you want to be?” I teased.

He smirked and shook his head. “Maybe not. Not that I don’t like it when you’re my little whore…”

“You like it better when you’re mine,” I finished and he laughed and nodded.

“Something like that.”

“Alright,” he said and went back to undressing. I started to do the same, taking off the simple linen dress I’d been wearing around the home. “I want to go down on you. Not just for a little while. I want to do it until my jaw is aching. I want to make you squirt on my face.”

“Well, I’m certainly happy to let you try,” I laughed. “I’m assuming that’s not it?”

“Nope,” he said. “After that I want you to hold me while you jerk me off. But I don’t want you to stop when I’ve come. I want you to keep going until I literally can’t take it anymore and I’m begging you to stop. I want to not be able to use my dick for two days because you rubbed me fucking raw.”

I raised my eyebrow at him. “Okie dokie.”

“And -” he said, coming over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “I want you to finish by fucking my ass with a strap on. I want you to make me come dry.”

“So what you’re saying,” I said as I walked my fingers up his chest. “You want lots and lots of orgasms all around.”

“Until we’re both broken,” he agreed as he leaned in to kiss me. He paused just as his lips hovered over mine and ran his thumb and index fingers down the shells over my ears. “And -” he said, pressing on my earrings. “Synergy, I need two large mirrors on either side of the bed.”

My armor bled out and floated in two balls to either side of the bed, building itself into two large and very reflective mirrors. I looked between them. “I didn’t know she could do that.”

“They’re nanites. They can pretty much make anything that you can make out of metal.”

I went over to the drawers we kept the sex toys and took out a strapless vibrating strap on, a bottle of lube, and a ball gag. “What’s the gag for?” Tony asked as I tossed them on the bed.

“For when I fuck you,” I said. “Gonna need to make sure you keep your voice down.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” he said and lifted me and tossed me down on the bed. “Now lie back, I’m gonna go to town on you.”

I laughed and lay back, propping myself up on the pillows so I could watch Tony in the mirror. I spread my legs and Tony dived down between my legs. He was frantic and passionate as he sucked on my pussy. He was a man on a mission. He wanted to make me come. He wanted to make me come a lot. Until I couldn’t take it anymore or his jaw locked.

As my cunt began to leak he thrust two fingers inside me and began quickly and roughly fucking me with them, never easing up on my clit. I started to squirm under him. My legs kicked out and tried to close around his head. Things were happening too fast, the pleasure that built inside me was like increasingly large shockwaves that burst inside me. Each one was bigger than the last until my whole body seized up and I came.

Tony didn’t ease up. My orgasm seemed to spur him on. He added a third finger to my sopping cunt, and they became more focused but no less brutal. They hit my g-spot bruisingly hard, and I bucked and moaned wildly under him. The sounds I made didn’t even sound human.

My second orgasm hit and I collapsed back, closing my eyes as my legs began to tremble by Tony’s ears. Tony gripped my thigh with his free hand and moaned. He kept going, this time corkscrewing his wrist back and forth, pressing hard against my g-spot as he sucked hard on my clit. I couldn’t focus on anything except the searing pleasure that surged through me. I gripped sheets and all my muscles seized up in series, starting at my toes, and flowing up. I arched hard up under Tony and came, squirting out. Tony groaned and sat up, rubbing my clit hard, dragging my orgasm out, and bringing a new one on.

Tears began to stream down my face. It was too much and not enough. I wanted him to stop and keep going and I started to beg him. “Want me to stop?” he asked.

I shook my head and he dropped his head back down and started sucking on my overstimulated clit again. I mewled and thrashed under him as he did his best to hold me in place as he continued to fingerfuck me.

I came again and again until I couldn’t take it anymore, but I didn’t tap out. I pushed myself until Tony sat up and looked down at me, stretching his jaw and rubbing it with his hands. “Holy shit, honey,” he panted. “That was crazy.”

“You finished?” I panted.

“I think so. I’m gonna need someone to pre-chew my dinner tonight,” he joked.

I grabbed the lube and patted the bed beside me. “Your turn.”

He lay down beside me and I put my head on the crook of his arm and squeezed lube onto my palm. Tony clicked his fingers. “Synergy, mirror above us please.”

The mirror shot up and hovered above our heads, so we could see ourselves reflected below. He was completely naked, but I’d kept my bra on so I didn’t have to worry about my breasts leaking. Tony still looked like a man of fifty. The level of grey in his hair and perfectly trimmed beard to seem distinguished, not old. His body was still lean and muscular. I still looked like a woman in her mid-thirties. My hair was still thick and lush, and my skin was still mostly unblemished. I wondered how long before it looked like we were aging at all.

I wrapped my hand around his erection and began to pump my fist. “Tell me when you’re close,” I said.

He nodded, keeping his eyes on the mirror above as I jerked him off. I took my time, adding more lube when I needed it, rolling my fist and pushing his cock down. I fondled and tugged on his balls and massaged his perineum while my hand moved up and down his shaft. As his breathing became shallow, I quickened my pace, moving faster and faster with each stroke. “Fuck,” he groaned, as his cock began to throb in my hand, and just when I was worried he had forgotten to warn me he jerked his hips shook his head. “Stop. Stop, El.”

I stopped and let him settle for a moment and then went back to jerking him off again.

Watching him in the mirror was something else. Despite how overworked I was, I was completely turned on again. My clit twitched and I knew that it would take barely any pressure for me to come again. I might be able to just by watching him in the mirror. Each time he came close he told me and I’d stop and let him back off again. Seven times I edged him until he was sweating and whimpered and his cock looked like it ached painfully as precome ran down over my knuckles and pooled on his stomach.

“You want to come, Tony?” I purred, nipping at his earlobe.

“Please,” he whimpered. “Please can I?”

“Of course, baby,” I said and began moving my hand faster. “Come.”

He groaned and bucked his hips up and with a deep moan he came - copiously - covering his stomach and some splattering his chest. I kept jerking him off, moving my hand faster again. As his cock stopped pulsing he whimpered and his toes curled. “Oh god, Elly. El. Please, honey.”

“You like that?” I growled. “You like being overstimulated. You like having no control over your own cock?”

He mewled and jerked up hard, his cock drooling even more come down his shaft. “Oh fuck, baby,” I moaned. “You are so fucking hot.”

“Stop. Stop, El. I can’t,” he gasped, jerking away from me.

I let go of his cock and kissed him passionately, he curled in around me and grabbed my ass as we kissed. I pulled back slowly and looked deep into his blissed-out eyes. “You still want the next part?”

“Mm-hmm…” he hummed. “But don’t touch my dick.”

“Okay,” I said, getting up on my knees. “Synergy, put the mirror in front of us.”

I grabbed the ball gag and Tony kneeled in front of me facing the mirror and opening his mouth obediently. I put the gag in place and buckled the strap around the back of his head. “Okay?” I asked.

He nodded and got on his hands and knees, facing the mirror and I grabbed the toy and lubed it up. I pushed the smaller side inside me and opted not to turn it on. If I had to deal with a vibrator too I was going to push myself too far and this wouldn’t be fun for either of us. I added more lube to his ass, pressed the toy up to his asshole, and eased into him.

He tensed, his brow furrowed as I pushed in. Come dripped from his body onto the bed, and looking at him, I was as turned on as I had ever been.

I began to fuck him. Hard. Pistoning my hips as I railed into him. I knew that the curve of the toy was hitting his p-spot perfectly with each thrust and I knew he wasn’t going to be able to take this pace for long.

He clenched his teeth and furrowed his brow as sweat beaded on his skin. He groaned as an orgasm hit, his muscles flexing and his cock twitched feebly.

“More?” I asked.

He nodded, and drool dribbled out from around the gag. I kept fucking him, and spanked his ass. I moved so I was crouching over him and fucking him, pushing up so the toy rubbed on my clit. It was raw and sensitive and right away I felt poised on the edge or climax. I kept thrusting into him and he cried out around his gag as another orgasm hit, I thrust hard into him, pushing up and rubbing myself against the toy. My own orgasm shuddered through me and I slipped out of him and collapsed back on the bed breathing heavily. Tony flopped and rolled over to me.

“Come here,” I hummed and unfastened the gag.

“Holy shit,” he said. “I just came so many times.”

“You sure did,” I hummed, as I played with his hair. “You need anything?”

“Just need to lie here for a minute. But then a drink and a bath,” he said.

“Yeah, me too,” I giggled.

He closed his eyes for a moment and put his hand on my breast. “Sometimes I think about what it’d be like to take Bruce how he is now,” he said.

I laughed softly. “Well he’d break your pelvis for starters, and I think you’d probably die from hemorrhaging,” I said. “Why don’t you ask Thor and Steve fuck you at the same time before you attempt death by dick, ya size queen.”

Tony started laughing. “I’m the size queen?” He teased. “You’re the one who asks for four of us at once.”

“Hey!” I yelped. “Not all in the same hole, I don’t!”

Tony broke down into hysterics, rolling onto his back and holding his stomach. “Oh my god.”

I cuddled back up against him and reached between my legs pulling out the vibrator. “Nat did fist me last week.”

Tony’s eyes went wide and he looked at me. “Oh yeah, I’m the size queen! Sure, Elise.”

“To be fair, she could double fist me and it’d still not be as big as Hulk,” I said. “But you know, I do know what you mean. I’ve thought about it. Not taking him so much, but how it’s unfair that he can’t just be whole while we have sex. I know he watches and jerks off, but that’s not the same. I mean, it’s not like someone couldn’t fuck him like that, but he just won’t do it.”

“Yeah,” Tony said. “He always shifts. Maybe he just prefers that.”

“Maybe,” I said. “Guess we could ask him.”

“Yeah. I’m not good at that,” he said.

“I know,” I said and kissed him gently. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”

He groaned and struggled to his feet and I did the same, calling Synergy back into her casing and grabbing the toys we used. The two of us headed down to the bath, no longer overthinking anything.

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11. Cruising

Cruising - Sleepless in Stark Towers

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: anxiety, college stress, hurt/comfort, horrible parents, panic attacks, poor proofreading

Relationships: Tony Stark x Plus Size!Reader/OFC

Word Count: 3,132

Summary: The weekend is over. Tony drives you back to campus.

A/N: Am I the only with parents like this? 😅

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Steve and I exchanged phone numbers before I left on Monday.

Notorious SGR- Confirming you got my number Queenie.

You- yes 🤠

You- here is the recipe for those cookies

Now that Bucky was done creating a melodrama out of my life, it was a lot easier being around him. I wasn't sure why it was easy to connect with the super soldiers. On one hand, it could be because Indiana might as well still be living in the 30s or 40s with the state's religious and moral values. On the other hand, it could be because the other Avengers just really scared me.

When I was making breakfast on Sunday morning after Tony had gone to bed, Clint erupted from a vent in the ceiling, causing me to scream bloody murder, waking up everyone on that floor. Not only did I throw a bowl of fruit at him out of terror, but everyone else laughed. I assumed it was at me. I no longer trust Clint.

Later in the afternoon, when I was exiting Peter's room with my backpack of supplies to work in Tony's lab, Natasha cornered me. She demanded I tell her why Tony was following me on Instagram. I didn't know, I just posted my art and occasionally some memes on my stories. I wasn't special enough to be the one person he followed, if you asked me.

She then offered to kill my ex in a graphic and excruciatingly painful way for what he did to me. I never want to be on Natasha's bad side.

On Monday morning, when I emerged from the lab just before dawn, having fallen asleep on the couch and cuddled by Tony, Thor's booming voice filled the living area. He was watching highlights from the weekend's college football games. Apparently, he was very into sports, and well, when IU's game came on, he shouted and snarled at the TV like a wild animal. I didn't have the courage to tell him that not only was my dad the head coach, but my ex was also the rookie second-string offensive lineman they had playing this weekend. HIS EYES WERE GLOWING OKAY?! I'm scared Thor will electrocute me.

So yeah, when I wasn't working on my projects or homework in the lab with Tony, I hung out with Peter, Steve, or Bucky. They were safe, even if they could crush me with one hand. The four of us built another Lego set, this time a model of the Apollo 11 Lunar Lander rocket. Steve and I mostly talked about art while the other two did the building and talked about space exploration and sci-fi while they worked.

Shortly after dinner, I made the move to leave. Laundry wasn't going to do itself and I didn't want to be around everyone when I finally worked up the nerve to look at my midterm grades. I'd gotten the email late on Thursday evening and like anything stressful in my life, I was avoiding it. It had been wonderful forgetting for a weekend that I was a student and the stresses and demands that came with that. But reality was going to come knocking soon, and I preferred to be prepared for it.

Tony offered to drive me back.

I wasn’t going to say no to more time with him. Come on, I’m not that much of a dumb meatball.

Peter was though.

He could not have been more oblivious. Or maybe he was purposefully being a little shit. He’d seen the hickey on my neck. He must know. How else does someone get a little oval bruise on their neck?

“Oh, I’ll come with you guys then. Aunt May says she wants me to get a good night’s sleep instead of patrolling tonight,” he smiled, duffel bag of dirty clothes hanging from his hand with his backpack draped across the opposite shoulder.

He was already in the elevator, waving goodbye to the other Avenger’s before I could think of a good excuse to make him take the subway or web himself home. The three of us stood together in silence as we rode down to the basement level of the tower. I didn’t even know this place had a basement.

When doors opened to reveal a long line of shiny, expensive looking cars, I couldn’t hold in the low expletive that came out. Tony squinted at them before scanning his thumbprint next to a small case on the wall. The metal door swung open and revealed rows of keys. He plucked a set of keys from a hook then looked at us.

“Are you going to fight over who gets to sit shotgun?”

“What?” Peter scoffed, shuffling on his feet towards the cars.

“Yes,” I said at the same time, already clipping the chest strap on my backpack closed.

“I can feel myself going gray,” Tony muttered, clicking the unlock button for a car seven spaces away.

I sprinted to the car, but not before casting a glance over my shoulder at Tony, who had a smirk on his face at our antics. Peter won, easily. The passenger seat already pulled forward for me to slide in the cramped back seat of the sports car when I slowed to a jog, huffing and grumbling at him for cheating.

“We can find a spider to bite you if you want,” he suggested.

“Jesus,” I groaned climbing in. “Don’t even think about that spooky spider shit fam.”

“You’re such a scared cat,” Click, shove, close. “What are your plans for Halloween this year?”

“Same as every year since I was told I couldn’t go trick or treating, watching The Addams Family.”

“You could at least watch a scary movie,” Peter turned around to face me.

“You’re both coming to the party,” Tony slid smoothly into the driver’s seat.

"What party?" I asked, buckling up and trying to pretend like I'd been to any kind of party that wasn't hosted by my dad's side of the family.

"Seriously?" Peter grinned at him like it was Christmas morning.

"Yeah, May was cool with it since it's a Saturday night."

"Can I bring MJ? We have a couple's costume."

Ever the hyperactive puppy, Peter practically bounced all the way out of Manhattan, excitedly explaining his and MJ's costume. That didn't stop me from thinking Tony drove a bit like a maniac. I couldn't decide if it was because of the sports car or because he wanted to show off, but I decided I wanted it to stop. It's not a race, we're stuck in traffic at the bridge anyway.

"You drive like a bat outta hell," I commented as he gunned it onto the expressway.

"This is how New Yorker's drive."

"You drive like a grandma," Peter accused me.

"The speed limit is there for a reason," I poked his shoulder.

"So you could teach Pete to drive?"

"I don't have a death wish, Tony," I leaned forward, resting my cheek on the shoulder of Peter’s seat. “I see why you have a driver though.”

We dropped Peter off shortly after that comment. I climbed out of the back seat, knowing Tony was getting a full view of my ass and only caring a little bit. We exchanged a quick hug and I promised to come over for dinner soon before school got way too busy. As I was climbing back in, I noticed how people stared at the car.

“What kind of car is this?” I asked, buckling myself in as Tony peeled on to the street.

“It’s an Audi R8,” he placed a hand on my thigh, just above my knee. “This alright?”

“People were looking at it, I don’t know cars,” I placed my hand on top of his, keeping it on my leg.

“What kind of car do you drive?”

“I drove a 2007 Ford Ranger, but I sold it before I moved. College is expensive and I couldn’t exactly just park it outside my building,” I laughed.

“You drove a truck?” Tony looked at me, an amused smirk on his face.

“Eyes on the road,” I squealed.

“JARVIS can drive the car,” his other hand moved to rest on his window. A light in the steering wheel flashed on and the car immediately slowed down to the speed limit. I also noticed it signaled when we passed another car. At least someone had road etiquette. “You okay?”

“I’ve been avoiding my midterm grades,” I confessed. “Not worried about my art classes, but I need to keep a certain GPA for my scholarship and… well yeah, I’ve been avoiding it.”

“I’m sure they are fine.”

There was a slight flicker behind his sunglasses, his eyes no longer looking at the road ahead of him or me, but what was behind the lens.

“So how are they?” I asked, nervous and amused.

“I’m not sure what you were nervous about. You’ve got A in everything but your calculus class, which is a very solid B. You did great, Babygirl.”

“Fuck,” I threw my head back against the seat and covered my eyes, dislodging my glasses. No, no, no. Deep breathes, c'mon you stupid bitch.

“That’s not the reaction I thought I would get for accessing your emails,” Tony looked at me now, pushing his sunglasses up his forehead. “What’s up?”

“What? No. Petey told me you did a whole search on me. It’s stupid to think you can’t just do computer magic. I watched the video from the senate hearing, which was amazing by the way. I’m just a complete fucking idiot,” My voice cracked, stress I hadn’t been willing to think about consumed me now.

Fuck. Just fuck everything. That wasn’t good enough. God this was awful. How was I going to explain this to my parents? I can already hear their comments in my head. Are you going to be average like everyone else? What are you gonna do when you fail at art? We expect better. Why do you keep letting us down?

I could feel Tony’s stare. Even as my eyes clouded with tears I can see the almost scared look in his wide eyes. I was being a fucking psycho again. That wasn’t okay. I needed to calm down. I can’t be like this in front of people, especially not Tony. That isn’t fair to him.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, sorry,” I took in a shaky breath, but it got caught at the back of my throat. The exhale came out just as wobbly. “I know that that seems like a good thing, but it isn’t. It has to be an A, or I can’t stay in New York.”

The car pulled over, JARVIS announcing that my heart rate had skyrocketed and that it appeared I was having a panic attack. The music stopped and the air conditioning was turned up a level. The goosebumps on my skin twitched to life as I began to shiver.

“Look at me, Honey,” Tony pulled my hands away from my neck. When had I wrapped them there? “You need to explain what’s got you so worked up? I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

“My parents only agreed to cosign my student loans if I got a 4.0 GPA. They check my grades. My scholarship doesn’t cover the cost of everything, so I can’t stay if I don’t have those loans,” I breathed, avoiding eye contact even as he rubbed small circles around my hands with his thumb.

“That seems like they’re setting you up for failure, Baby.”

“No,” I shook my head, eyes squeezing shut. “I can’t fail. It’s not allowed.”

“Get out of the car, c’mon you’re switching me seats,” Tony unbuckled and removed himself from the vehicle. I did the same, just slower and more confused.

He was already at the passenger door when I popped it open. I pulled myself out of the vehicle. I wasn’t going to fail at the one thing he asked me to do. I was going to force myself from the car even if it was the last thing I felt capable of doing. Every part of me was shaking. There was nothing I could do to force down the tears, I knew that, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try and stop them.

I was ashamed. Not only because I was crying in front of Tony, again, like a stupid baby, but because of just how dumb he must think I am. I couldn’t even pass basic calculus, and I had to take another math class next semester. He must have thought I was pathetic.

Tony wrapped his arms around me, forcing my head on his shoulder. I clung to him, my hands aching in the cold October air. The zipper of his jacket dug into the front of my sweatshirt. I kept saying sorry as more tears fell down my face. He rubbed my back. A soothing gesture that felt so foreign to me. Neither of my parents were affectionate, saying that was just the way they were raised.

“You sure you wanna deal with a fucking hot mess like me?” I hiccuped.

“You’ve yet to see me on a bad day, Sweetheart. This is nothing,” he assured me, placing both hands on my face. Warm palms guarded me for the autumn wind and wiped away the last stray tears. He brought my forehead to his lips, resting them there for a few moments before he pulled away. There was a tender, almost sad, look in his eyes, but that was quickly replaced with a Tony Stark™ smirk.

“Now hop to it, we are going for a drive.”

I started driving us south, with no destination in mind. The Audi handled a hell of a lot different than the truck. It took a good amount of my concentration to control it and focus on the absolutely insane drivers of New York. We sat in silence, not even the radio on. The street lamps and car lights blinded me as we passed them. Tony was still wearing his sunglasses. When I merged us onto a highway, I relaxed. My arms fell from the 10 and 2 position and one hand rested on the base of the steering wheel, while the other rested on the gear shift.

“You are an excellent driver, Sweetheart.”

Well that went straight to my head. Heat rose on my cheeks and a small laugh rumbled through me.

“I used to drive everywhere,” I sighed. Highway signs flashed a series of streets, restaurants, and tourist hot spots. Increasing the speed gradually, merging into the farthest left lane, and finally letting loose on the gas. “There isn’t much to do where I am from, and when my parents got to be too much, this is what I used to do.”

“Drag race down empty highways?”

“It ain’t racin’ if you’re alone,” I let my drawl slip, peering over at Tony.

“It’s like you’re a totally different person,” his hushed, dramatic tone was lessened by the laugh that followed.

“Nah, ya get made fun of enough for sounded slow and dumb, you change it,” I murmured, tightening my accent and slowing back down and merging into the right lane. Where I was supposed to be.

“Isn’t your mom from New York?”

“Yeah, but I sound just like my dad,” my phone rattled in the cupholder. “Speak of the devil. Is it that late already? Can you put in the car speaker?”

“You want JARVIS in your phone?” He countered.

“I thought he would be already,” I glanced at Tony, genuinely a bit surprised and mostly just happy he hadn’t done what he did to Peter to me. There were things that I would rather explain in person to him.

JARVIS pushed the call to the car speakers, the small screen in the dash lighting up with my dad’s contact information. A picture of him, decked out in his IU gear and headphones around his neck appeared in the center of it.

“Hey Fabio, how are you?” Tony looked at me and mouthed ‘Fabio’ to me.

“You watch your boyfriend play yesterday?” His slow, mumbled drawl that matched mine filled the car.

“I told you we broke up last week Dad,” I frowned, taking an exit off the highway. I couldn’t look at Tony.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I could just picture him rolling his eyes. “You young people break up all the time. He’s just really torn up about it. Can’t focus on school, he nearly failed all his midterms, the kids a complete mess.”

Of course he almost failed. I had stopped 'helping' him on his papers and homework the moment we broke up. Any of his work that I still had on my computer I deleted. I pulled us into a near empty parking lot. Tony unbuckled his seat belt and leaned further back, seemingly content to just listen.

“So bench his ass then Dad, I don’t care. We broke up.” This was the last thing I wanted to talk about.

“Watch your mouth young lady,” he enunciated as his voice dripped with venom.

Tony looked at me, raising his eyebrows. I couldn’t decide what was more embarrassing, the fact that I flinched or that he scolded me.

“Am I on speaker phone?” He asked. Abort, abort, abort.

“Look Dad, just like last week, if you don’t wanna talk about something else, hang up the phone.”

“Pete’s sake, you’re just like Mother,” he sounded annoyed and he was taking it out on me.

“You know I don’t like it when you say that,” I softened my voice but gripped the steering wheel.

“And you didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes, you’re on speaker phone.”

“So are you doing your art stuff?”

“No,” that was all I was gonna tell him.

“That’s a first, then what are you doing?” He asked. “Mother says hello, hopes you’re enjoying your new church.”

Tony snorted. Obviously I wasn’t going to church. I hated church.

“Who’s that? If you’re with someone you shouldn’t answer the phone. We raised you better,” he scolded again.

“It’s fine, he’s fine with it. Everyones fine,” I rushed.

“Smooth,” Tony whispered.

“He?” My father bellowed. “Where is this boy? Put me on video.”

“In a car Dad, can’t put you on video. Oh no, we are going under a tunnel soon, byeeeee.” I scrambled for my phone and ended the call.

“You handled that horribly,” Tony laughed. “I’m not gonna lie, it was like watch an on fire dumpster.”

“You know what, next week when he calls me, you can answer the phone. Have all the fun with that you want. I will sit and watch you struggle.” I folded my arms together and stared at him.

“It’s a date, Babygirl.”

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Marked (Part 2) - Derek Hale

Pairing: Derek x Mate!Reader

Warnings: nope

A/N: Celebration Summer #16. Just a little drabble I had in mind with these two.

wc: 601

***

The loft was freezing. It was always freezing. You wore layers when you came over and stole sweatshirts and sweaters from your boyfriend. Generally, you didn’t complain about it. Derek was a werewolf. He ran hot so it made sense for him to keep his home cooler. Plus, he was normally curled up with you, warming you up.

Currently, the pack was scattered around the loft for a meeting. You were colder than normal because you’d gotten caught in the rain and were absolutely soaked by the time you got there. Derek had sent you to take a hot shower and put on some of his clothes. They were already talking by the time you joined them. Everyone greeted you with a smile or a wave but they kept trying to figure out what the latest big bad was.

“You can’t find anything, Stiles?” Derek asked as he got up from his seat. Everyone’s gaze followed him as he moved to a chest on the other side of the room to get out a blanket.

“I told you, nothing that makes any sense. I’m pretty sure one of the things that came up for purple eyes and acid spit was a fanfic. Maybe we should study it further,” Stiles sassed.

Derek rolled his eyes as he wrapped the blanket around your shoulders. “Thank you, Stiles. As usual that was very helpful.”

“Well, what about you? What do you know then?” Scott asked as Derek sat.

Your mate glanced at you, looking you over before hopping up again. It didn’t faze you. You were used to this. And to be honest, you kind of loved the way he took care of you.

“I have calls into a couple of packs I know. Argent is also doing some digging.” Now he was talking from the kitchen doorway so he could watch the kettle he’d just put on to make you some tea.

“Are you sure it’s spit?” you asked as a chill went through you. You pulled the blanket more firmly around your shoulders.

Peter frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, did anyone actually see it spit or did you just assume? It could have been blood. Pee…Other stuff.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Stiles said making a disgusted face. “Thanks for that image.”

You chuckled and wrapped your hands around the mug Derek handed you. Ah, warmth. He settled beside you again. “She has a point. Did you see it, Stiles?”

Your friend frowned in thought as you felt Derek’s eyes on you again. A second later he was back on his feet.

“Oh my god, Derek,” Scott exclaimed. “Are we disturbing you? Can we have our meeting, please?”

You snickered into your cup as Derek turned to growl at Scott and flash his eyes. “Mate.”

Peter rolled his eyes, but you didn’t miss the fond smile he sent your way. “She was shivering when she got here. He’s going to make sure she’s comfortable and happy. It’s instinct.”

“It’s annoying is what it is,” Isaac muttered.

Peter smirked. “Cheer up, kids. Could be worse. He could be kicking us out to scent her.”

“Peter!” echoed through the loft after being shouted by most of the pack.

Derek immediately turned to you and buried his nose in the curve of your neck. Damn his uncle. Your mate usually had good control of his wolf but he was already on edge. And his scent would definitely be dampened between the rain and the shower. “He’s right.” His lips brushed your ear as he spoke.

“Finish your meeting, baby. There’s enough time for that later.”

294 notes • Posted 2021-06-26 02:42:39 GMT

Compliant - John Wick

Pairing: John Wick x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Minors DNI. guns, mentions of death, m/f smut including penetration, choking, dom behavior, um...i dunno.

A/N: Celebration Summer #12. Prompt is in bold below.

***

You certainly hadn’t expected to run into John Wick in the back hallway of the warehouse where you’d just killed fourteen men. As he stepped into view, you rolled your eyes and lowered your weapon though you didn’t put it away. There was no guarantee all the threats had been eliminated as you moved through the building.

John’s brow furrowed and the corners of his lips pulled down into a frown. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you think I’m doing here, John? I’m doing my job. Is that alright with you?” Your words were clipped, sharp. The two of you had been fighting for over a week. Mainly about you taking too many risks.

He stepped closer, pausing when he noticed you still held your weapon before closing the rest of the distance between the two of you. He holstered his gun and looked over you with his dark eyes. “This isn’t a two person job. I can finish up. Go home and I’ll see you later.”

Irritation helped you resist the urge to close your eyes and just savor his rich voice. “I guess you’ll have to make me.”

One thin brow shot up and his jaw went tight. “Excuse me?” His voice turned hard.

You leaned forward, lips stopping a breath from his. “Makeme go home. This is my job. I’ll finish it. You go home.”

He growled and gripped your upper arms. You smirked as you straightened so you weren’t so close to him. “Why do you have to be so goddamn stubborn? It’s our job. It doesn’t matter who finishes it. Just go home. Take a bath. Dance on the graves of your enemies. I don’t give a fuck. Just do as you’re told.” He released you to pace the floor as he raked a hand through his hair.

“Why do you have to be so goddamn bossy?” You holstered your weapon, not having heard anything since John had appeared. Between the two of you, odds were everyone was dead. “You can’t just order me around. Asshole.”

His head snapped in your direction and his gaze turned even darker. In a flash, his hand was wrapped around your throat and your back was pressed against the wall. He leaned forward, his lips finding your ear. “What did you just say to me, princess?”

You swallowed as your tongue darted out to wet your lips. Liquid pooled in your core. “You can’t just order me around.”

He hummed and pressed his thigh between your legs, his grip on your throat tightening ever so slightly. “Try again.” His voice had dropped about an octave from its usual pitch. Not fucking fair.

“You can’t just order me around, sir.”

The corner of his mouth kicked up. “There she is. Good girl.” His nose traced up the line of your neck before nuzzling against your ear. “Perhaps a good fucking would make you more compliant. What do you think, princess?” His tongue lathed your pulse point before he pulled the skin between his teeth and bit, marking you.

You whimpered and tried to press your legs together only to find his still between them. He pressed the hard muscle of his thigh against you. You rocked into him. Fuck.

“I asked you a question.” His voice rumbled, sending a tremor through you.

God, this man made you weak in all the best ways. “Yes, sir. Fuck me please.”

He smiled against your skin. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” A moment later, he had you turned to face the wall. He grabbed your hands and pressed them against the wall, to hold you up. His foot kicked lightly at yours, spreading your legs. Getting you into the position he wanted.

Hands at your hips grasped the waist band of your pants, tugging them down to give him access. His fingers found your folds, sliding through your slick, checking that you were ready for him. It never took you long. Not when he was like this. His front molded itself to your back as he hissed in your ear. “You are soaking. Is this all for me?”

You nodded and whimpered when his fingers slipped inside your core. “Missed you, sir.” The two of you hadn’t been intimate in days, not since the argument started. And god, did you miss it. Miss him.

“Well, I shouldn’t keep you waiting then.” His fingers slid from you and a second later you heard his zipper. You adjusted your stance slightly to one you knew would take him better.

His hot, thick length pressed inside of you, making you rock up onto your toes before settling back into place. One of his hands ran up your arm to lace fingers with yours while the other slipped around your waist to support your belly.

He pulled out and slid back in, both of you moaning at the sensation. His head dropped forward to rest against your back. “Feel so good, baby. No more fighting. Missed you too much.”

You shook your head and arched your back so your ass pressed more firmly against him. “No more fighting, sir.”

He chuckled, always loving how you gave him control in your intimate moments. All but the head of his cock slid from you and he hesitated a second before slamming back into you. A half-scream tore from your throat. “Fuck,” John bit out at the sound. He quit restraining himself and began to pound in and out of you.

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325 notes • Posted 2021-06-21 19:54:41 GMT

Scent - Niklaus Mikaelson

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x reader

Warnings: Nope. Just Fluff

A/N: Celebration Summer #22. Prompt is Person A wearing Person B's clothes.

***

You stepped into the living room of the Mikaelson mansion with a frown on your face. You had looked everywhere for Nik but hadn’t seen any sign of him. Usually if he left the house, he would let you know. “Do you happen to know where your brother is?” you asked Elijah who was reading in one of the chairs.

The corner of his mouth curled into a smile as he glanced up at you. “I believe Niklaus is outside with some of his hybrids.”

“Thank you!” you said with a smile.

“You should grab a coat. It’s cool out,” Elijah called after you, stopping you just as you were about to open the door.

The coatrack showed none of your many jackets. Nik’s long black coat, however, was hanging there just begging you to wear it. And who were you to refuse. You snatched his coat from the rack and slipped it on, giggling slightly at how it engulfed you. Even on your boyfriend the coat hung to his knees. On you, it went to mid-calf. The sleeves extended well past your hands. Normally you’d roll them up, but you didn’t intend to have it on very long. Plus, it was unlikely anyone would attack you here.

You headed out the front door, shutting it behind you. Your eyes scanned the grounds, but you saw nothing. Hearing a shout from the side of the house, you made you way around. A breeze kicked up and you pulled the coat more tightly around you. You lifted the collar up and dipped your head, breathing in Nik’s aroma as you did. You could never get enough of his rich scent.

As the rest of the yard came into view, you saw several of the hybrids training. So, that’s what he was up to. Your gaze fell on the back of his dirty blond hair where he was deep in conversation with one of his minions. They spotted you and pointed you out to Nik. He glanced over his shoulder and a wide grin covered his face when he saw you.

You grinned back and lifted your hand in a wave, sleeve flopping as you went. When you reached him, he was chuckling. He tugged on the coat, pulling it more tightly around you. “A bit big on you, love.”

You shrugged. “I was too lazy to find one of mine. Besides, it smells like you. I like it.”

His grin slid firmly into smirking territory. “Truth be told, sweetheart, I like you smelling like me. Especially with all these hybrids around. We wouldn’t want anyone to get any ideas.”

You rolled your eyes. “You literally threaten them anytime they even look at me. I’m pretty certain they know who I belong to without you scenting me.”

He tilted his head and hummed as if considering your words. “Perhaps, but it never hurts to make sure.” He swept you up in his arms with no warning and you squealed as you threw your arms around his neck. “And on that note, let’s see about making sure you are thoroughly claimed.”

344 notes • Posted 2021-07-03 06:24:00 GMT

Tease - Geralt of Rivia

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia

Warning: 18+ only. Minors DNI. literally 350 words of Witcher smut and him being sweet with the reader.

A/N: Celebration Summer #19. Prompt in bold.

Geralt pounded into you from behind. Your fingers dug into the bark of the tree you were desperately clinging to as a whine escaped you. His rhythm faltered and he curled around you, molding his body to yours. His long, white hair hung past you and you resisted the urge to grab it and give it a good yank.

“Fuck,” he bit out as his fingers found your clit.

It didn’t take much for you to find your peak. You yelled his name as you clenched around him. He came right after you, grunting as he released deep inside of you. Thank the gods he couldn’t get you pregnant or the two of you would have a houseful already. He rested his head on your back for a moment before pulling out of you.

Panting, you turned to face him, leaning against the tree as your legs still weren’t steady. You watched him put himself to rights and licked your lips. “Please remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree.”

He smirked and grasped your face in his hands. Tilting your head back, he kissed your lips softly. “Because you, my sweet, are a tease.” His voice was even deeper than normal due to your recent activities. Gods, you loved his voice.

You scoffed as he stepped away to dig through the packs for something. “I am not a tease.”

He arched a brow and handed you a rag so you could clean yourself. “I’m sorry. Was that someone else rubbing against me all morning while they rode in front of me on Roach?”

Your face heated. “Completely unintentional.”

Laughter burst from him and he tilted his head back in his mirth. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It wasn’t often you saw your Witcher so carefree so you enjoyed it when you did. “As inclined as I am to typically believe every word that passes your sweet lips, even I do not believe that.” He held out a hand to you. “Come. Tease me all the way to the next village and we can try this again in a bed.”

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Unexpected - Stucky x Reader

Pairing Grouping: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Steamy fluff with a dash cupful of foul mouthed Reader and super soldier. Also liberal use of sugar and baby but no sugar babies.

A/N: short fluff is no 3300+ of very steamy fluff. I’m gonna go with 16+ on this one folks. Oh, and STUCKY!!!

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They didn’t think anything of it at first. It was just little things after all. Things that hardly warranted their attention. It wasn’t until Tony mentioned it that they began to take notice.

“Hey, Capsicle, you and tin man been sneaking off to the store without telling anyone? You could at least ask if we needed anything? I’ve been out of blueberries for days,” Tony said one night as the team sat to watch a movie.

“What are you talking about, Stark?” Steve asked with a furrowed brow.

Tony gestured at the bag of gummy worms that you and Bucky were currently sharing. “Just that you two seem to be the only ones around here that never run out of your favorite goodies. You could have stocked up for everyone. That’s all I’m saying.” He shrugged his shoulders and waved a hand through the air as if it wasn’t important, though clearly it was if he’d brought it up.

You rolled your eyes. “Tony, you’re a billionaire. Pay someone to do your shopping and have it delivered, you big baby.”

The super soldiers on either side of you laughed and you settled more firmly into your seat between them. Tony started to say something else but Natasha smacked his arm. “Shut up. Movie’s starting.”

He grumbled which brought another smile to your face. He really was an overgrown kid sometimes. Really, you were just pleased that he’d shut the hell up. After all, if you’d wanted your crushes to know you were secretly taking care of them, you would have done it not so secretly. Liking both of them was awkward enough without them being aware of it, thank you very much.

Honestly, until that day, Steve had just assumed that Tony had someone that replenished the food in the kitchenette on their floor. True, they’d never seen anyone, but it wasn’t like it happened by magic. It was just over a week later when Steve glanced up from his drawing when Bucky walked into their living room. “Hey Buck, you didn’t do any cleaning did you?”

Bucky snorted. “There’s never anything to clean is there?”

Steve frowned. “Yeah, I noticed that to. I asked Stark if he had a service that did our floor. You know what he said?”

“I’m guessing he said no or we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” Bucky answered as he sat across the table from his boyfriend.

“He asked if I wanted him to get someone in to help us out.”

Confusion caused Bucky’s brow to furrow as he leaned forward. “So, someone has been coming into our space, replacing our food and cleaning up after us and we have no idea who it is?”

“Looks like it.”

There was a stretch of silence before Bucky asked, “Why?”

***

It started when the boys were on a mission. You’d raided Buck’s candy stash for movie night and before you replaced it, you’d done an inventory and picked up everything else they were needing. It wasn’t like it took much more effort. And when you’d seen how happy they were when they arrived home to all their favorites, that was all the incentive you needed to keep doing it.

You made sure to refill their stash when they were on mission or out for training so they wouldn’t catch you. There was always the chance they’d return when you weren’t expecting it, but the odds were slim. After all, you made a living by sneaking around unseen, hence the name Shadow. The cleaning started when they were gone on a mission and you didn’t want them coming home to clutter and dust. You weren’t even sure that they noticed, but it made you happy to have something else you could do for them.

Steve and Bucky were currently on week three of a mission with Nat and Sam and you were sorting out the groceries you’d just bought while you tried to think of something special you could do for them.

“So, why do you do it exactly?” you heard from behind you, causing you to jump. The twins were in San Francisco until tomorrow so you should have had the floor to yourself.

You scowled when you found Tony standing behind you wearing his infamous smirk.

“Jumpy?”

Your cheeks heated as you turned back to the task at hand, hoping Tony wouldn’t notice at least half of your food was for the super soldiers. “Mind was just elsewhere. What’s up?”

“I was just wondering why you pamper the geriatric twins if you aren’t going to take credit for it?”

You froze briefly before finishing up and placing the boys’ food back into bags so you could carry it upstairs. Finally, you turned and crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the counter behind you. “I don’t suppose it would do me any good to deny it?”

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buck-buck-boose · 3 years

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I’ll Love You ‘Til I Die

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Summary: A Brooklyn schoolgirl fell in love with James Buchanan Barnes at the tender age of nine. With this love she made a vow, promising to love him until her very last breath.

Pairing: Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Language and mild mild mild suggestiveness

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: A little transition chapter for y’all

Chapter Twelve: The Correspondences

During Lottie’s three years in nursing school, she kept in touch with her best friends as much as possible. It was difficult, of course, because on both sides, life tended to get in the way of things. While her affection for the boys was pure and deep, she prioritized her studies in order to shape herself into the best nurse she could be. The following excerpts are just a few of the many correspondences amongst these friends over the course of her nursing school career.

September 10, 1938

Dear Bucky,

I hope this letter finds you well, as it is leaving me quite poorly. It’s only the first day of classes and I’m feeling like a real dip. In Elementary Bacteriology, the professor was cold calling the students and he asked me asked me what caused the pneumonic, bubonic, and septicemic plagues. I had no clue and I was left gaping like a fish out of water! How embarrassing! I did enjoy the rest of his lecture, though. I’m really keen on Anatomy; the lecture was absolutely fascinating. James Buchanan Barnes, I can already hear you snickering about my enjoyment of Anatomy.

The other girls in my residence hall are so lovely! I share a hall with nine other girls; I’m closest with three: Gladys, Helen, and dear Ruthie. Bucky, I know you’d get a real kick out of Helen; she swears like a sailor and could come pretty close to out-drinking you. Ruthie’s been fawning over Steve’s landscape sketches. Could you convince him to send one I can give her for Christmas? Gladys is a real sensible girl, she’ll probably be top of our class. She said she’d study with me, so maybe I’ll make it to graduation!

How’s Brooklyn? Do tell me everything. I hope it hasn’t devolved into chaos in my absence. I hope you and Steve are staying out of trouble, or at least trying to. I hope to hear from you soon.

Yours,

Sincerely,

Lottie

September 15, 1938

Little Lottie,

Brooklyn’s absolutely miserable without you; the weather’s real gloomy here and it’s been raining nonstop lately. I know you’ll probably say some shit stuff about how the smell of rain in the autumn is so calming and the puddles on the pavement make the city lights all lovely, but frankly, working in the rain is hardly enjoyable. If it wasn’t for this nice jacket, I’d probably be dead of pneumonia by now. But knowing you, you’d cross state lines with a crate of penicillin before that could happen.

I’m glad you’re enjoying your classes, they seem awful interesting. I know you’ll catch up with your classmates in no time; you’ve always been a solid student. With your savvy, you could learn anything, honest. Even if you’re not aces at that bacteriology stuff, other subjects are just as important. And you know, it’s only natural that girls your age get real interested in anatomy. I should know from experience.

Steve just violently assaulted me for that last sentence; I think I need your assistance down here immediately to deal with the blow I received to my head.

How’s the dance hall scene out there? I bet they aren’t as rip-snorting as the ones down here in good old Brooklyn. Dance with as many fellas as you want, but make sure to save a dance for me and Steve.

JBB

December 17, 1938

Dear Lottie,

I hope you’re keeping warm during the winter up north and that you’ve got good spirits. That would make one of us. I’ve come down with something again, so I haven’t gotten out much. Buck usually comes by with some soup and medicine, but there’s not much he can do.

He hasn’t been faring well, I can tell. But it’s not the sort of thing that can be easily fixed, you know? He’s been stopping by your old tenement a lot; he likes to sit on the fire escape and smoke. No one’s moved into it yet, but he’s gonna get chased off one of these days. He’ll sit up there for hours at a time, I think. Maybe you could write him something sweet to cheer him up? I don’t know, you girls are better at this sort of thing than I am.

When does your winter break end? I heard you passed your fall exams with flying colors, so I bet you’re real prepared for spring semester. Even so, you need your rest till then. I hope it gets real snowy up there for you; Bucky mentioned something about how you like walking around in the snow because it’s all romantic. Another girl thing I don’t quite get. I’d never thought of freezing my ass off as romantic.

I hope you have a merry Christmas. Bucky and I are going to get together for a little celebration and we’ll make sure to sing some carols in your honor. It’ll probably sound real bad, since you’re the real canary out of the three of us.

Your friend,

Steve

February 5, 1939

Bucky,

I saw an advertisement for the New York World’s Fair that’s opening in April and I just had to write to you about it! I bet you’d have a real swell time if you went. I’m awful sorry that I wouldn’t be there to tag along, but tell me all about it. Please.

Sometimes I feel like I’m missing out on so much with you two. It’s already been what, eight months since I last saw you two? It feels like it’s been years already. I miss you so much. I miss you two to bits. Keep checking on Steve, will you? He wrote to me around Christmas about how he was coming down with something, tell him to keep getting lots of fluids and staying warm.

Exciting news! This semester I’ve been training in the hospital. So far, it’s been focused on hospital housekeeping, but it’s so thrilling. I get to wear my student nurse uniform and help out on the floors that I’m assigned to! Everything I learned last semester is starting to pop up in the practicals they assign me. In my lectures, I’ve been learning about more advanced bacteriology and treatment of disease. Exciting to hear about, I know.

Do you have any St. Valentine’s Day plans? Got a special woman in your life? Me and the girls are going to go dancing; Helen will probably dance the night away with some dreamboat, Ruthie’ll be swept off her feet by the sweetest guy there, and Gladys and I will probably hang back by the bar. If I can’t have you as my partner, what’s the point in dancing?

Sincerely,

Lottie

P.S. I thought Steve was joking about the self portraits you’d send— the girls on my hall won’t stop pestering me to have a look at them.

Lottie attached a photograph to the letter— she stood outside of the hospital, dressed in her student nurse uniform. She wore a crisp white pinafore apron with a starched collar and cuffs; the hose she wore were black, paired with sturdy black Mary Janes. Her usually loose curls were pulled back into a tight bun, with a folded white hat secured on her head.

Bucky wasn’t sure why, but he treasured the photo; he kept it tucked in his wallet. It was nothing really, an unsmiling photograph of her in uniform, but it was the only photograph he had of her. He could never forget the curve of her neck or the arch of her brow, but it didn’t hurt to have a photograph to help him imprint it in his memory.

Once Bucky realized that he was beginning to crease the photograph from folding and unfolding it so much, he left it on his bedside table. As he fell asleep each night, he looked at the photograph; he just wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t forget what she looked like. There was no other reason for him to gaze at it so fondly.

February 9, 1939

Little Lottie,

My Ma, Becca, and you are the only special women in my life. I’ve got no plans for St. Valentine’s Day, and that’s completely fine by me. Steve and I might go out to dance as well, but we’ll probably just end up going to the movies instead.

I’ll make sure to bring a camera to the World’s Fair, alright? You’ll get loads of photographs from us, you won’t know what to do with them. It won’t be the same without you, though. Who else is going to rag on me and Steve when we waste all our train money on food? And complain about how much we have to walk?

Don’t let anything hold you back from dancing on St. Valentine’s Day. I’m sure you’ll have a line around the block of guys waiting to ask you to dance. You’ve got to let yourself have a little bit of fun because that nursing stuff sounds damn really stressful. If it gets too stressful and you need someone to break you out of there, Steve and I’ll be there in a heartbeat.

Don’t have too much fun dancing with those Massachusetts guys, though. They haven’t got a thing on us Brooklyn boys.

JBB

July 4, 1939

Steve,

Happy birthday! They’ve been shooting off fireworks and firecrackers all day and I could only think of you. I wish we could watch this sort of view from the roof of Bucky’s tenement. I miss spending your birthday all together. But worry not, I’ll watch the fireworks tonight and pretend I’m sitting in between you and Bucky on some Brooklyn rooftop.

I heard that you two were planning on going to the Science Fiction convention today. Let me know how it went, I really hope it was swell. All the exhibits about the world of tomorrow must be so fascinating! Though I doubt it’s very easy to understand how all of the inventions they’ve got there work. What gifts have you received for your birthday? Bucky was joking about how he wanted to get you a pair of boxing gloves. I’m sending you a set of oil paints; my apologies for the fact that they’re secondhand. A girl on my hall dabbled in art but didn’t quite like the look of her oil paintings. They’re hardly used, I promise.

I also wanted to write to you about something that’s been worrying me, Steve. I haven’t even told Bucky about it; I think he’d just think it’s silly. The war in Europe is really starting to scare me. Should America really be neutral in this? What happens if Germany gets out of control? Sorry, this is probably all unnecessary, but I’ve been all nerves about this recently. I know this is selfish, but I’m terrified of being involved in a war. Yes, I want to become a nurse, but gosh, the thought of tending to battlefield wounds shakes me to the core. of course, I’ll do whatever is asked of me, but what if I can’t handle it? I haven’t even finished my schooling yet. I pray that nothing comes of it.

Sorry if that put a damper your birthday mood.

Yours,

Lottie

January 1, 1940

Little Lottie,

Last night marked our second New Year’s Eve without you. Steve and I had an extra glass of cider each in your honor. We sure missed your special New Years’ cake you used to make. My Ma tried to make one like it, but hers could never top yours. Don’t tell her I said that, though. I had my Ma take a picture of me and Steve to send to you. Check the envelope.

You’re halfway done with nursing school now, aren’t you? Gosh, every time you write about what you’re studying or doing in your practicals, Steve and I feel like real lame-brains. You’re out there cramming for your exams— and acing them —while we’re just bums who work all day. It’d be real nice to go to school for something someday, but with the depression and all, I’ve got to focus on making money for my family.

Speaking of work, my boss has been real keen on me lately; I think I might get a promotion soon. Maybe with a bit of extra cash, Steve and I could come up to visit you soon. How would that sound? We don’t want to impose of course, but we’ve got to see our best girl sometime soon.

JBB

In the envelope, there was a grainy photograph. Bucky had his arm thrown around Steve, mid-laugh. His tie was loosened with his shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows; the picture of nonchalance with his messy hair and casual clothing. All at once, she was reminded of how handsome he was. And how much she missed his laugh. Oh that charming, enthusiastic laugh of his. And then there was Steve. His warm smile was directed at the camera; he seemed to know that Lottie would be receiving the photograph, the smile he had on was just for her. Lottie’s heart ached for them; her best, truest friends. She longed for their companionship, their banter, and their affections.

Bucky did get the promotion he was hoping for. Two weeks later, his mother slipped on ice while walking home from the grocery store. She’d fractured a bone in the incident; Bucky’s wages were spent on hospital bills. Neither Steve nor Bucky ever came to visit.

March 10, 1940

Bucky,

Gosh, you’re getting old, aren’t you? Twenty-three years old. Well you’re nearly ancient, now. Despite your age, I hope you’ve had a wonderful birthday. Were you able to do anything special? I know money’s been tight recently, but you still deserve a special day. I wish I could send you a cake, but I seriously doubt that it would survive the postal service.

There should be a package coming for you soon, though. Nothing too excited, just a few science fiction and fantasy novels I thought you’d enjoy. It’s not much, but I thought you’d enjoy them.

I’m terribly sorry, but it seems I have very little time for letter-writing these days. My studies have become increasingly vigorous as I prepare for the end of this semester. Then it will only be one year left. How daunting!

My apologies for the brevity of this letter. Happy birthday again, Bucky.

Sincerely,

Lottie

November 28, 1940

Hello Boys,

I just wanted to write to the two of you to express how thankful I am for the two of you. I can never thank you enough for the support you’ve given me throughout my time here in nursing school. I know it’s been hard to keep up with each other at times, but that’s alright, we’ve been able to get through it just fine.

Exams are right around the corner and then it’ll be just one more semester of school. I’m still not sure of where I’ll work after I graduate and get licensed. Please bear with me as I try to figure that out. My Pa is going to visit Brooklyn soon and see if he can find any other employment.

Bucky, tell your Ma and Becca that I say hello. And give them my thanks for dealing with you in my absence; you can be quite a handful sometimes.

I’m thinking of you both. Always and forever.

Your Lottie

May 5, 1941

A letter addressed to Mr. Steven G. Rogers and Mr. James B. Barnes:

The Faculty and Graduating Class of the Cooley Dickinson Hospital School of Nursing request the honor of your presence at the Thirty-Eighth Annual Commencement Exercises June first to June sixth, Nineteen Hundred and Forty-One.

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caramelcal · 4 years

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MY 500 FOLLOWER APRIL CELEBRATION

hELLO

so if you don’t know, i hit 500 followers on tumblr (tysm my babies, i love you all <3) sO...here we are with a celebration

UPDATE: I WILL SLOWLY BE GETTING THROUGH THESE, I PROCRASTINATED TOO MUCH AND I’M STILL UNINSPIRED BUT THESE WILL COME I PROMISE!!! (are we honestly surprised???????)

These fics will be for a number of different characters (5sos, marvel, teen wolf, jatp, ginny and georgia too? etc etc) and AUs (i.e royal au, demon au, tattoo artist au, college au etc...) and if you have any ideas do not hesitate to message me!

I LOVE GETTING IDEAS FROM PEOPLE SM YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDD

anyway, i have prompts that are below the keep reading thing so if you’re interested you can have a look at em :))

1. “the worst part of all of this is that i still love you’‘ - Prompt by @screnwriter

Michael Clifford

2. “Stay here tonight.” - Prompt by @ketxnwriting

Marcus Baker

3. “You scared me!” “I scared you?” “Why are you creeping around in the dark like that?” “What do you mean, creeping? Unlike you, I live here!” - Prompt by @casualwriter

Bucky Barnes

4. "I just don't think this person's right for you, you should date someone better, someone who gets you, someone like-" "You?" - Prompt by @palettes-and-prompts

Marcus Baker

5. “Our parents are up there planning or marriage having no idea I already know, and now so do you. So listen here, because I have ground rules if you even want to try and make this work cause otherwise I’ll give you hell.” (Royal AU) , prompt by me, but inspo from @creativepromptsforwriting

Calum Hood

6. “Who are you really, ___.” - Prompt by a pinterest user (that’s where i found it anyway) if yknow who they are please tell me lol

Natasha Romanoff

7. “how do you think this ends?” - Prompt by @prompt-dealer

Peter Parker

8. “Surely no being of hell fears another” “and you surely don’t know how hell works.” - Prompt by @mellifluousoctopus

Calum Hood

9. “ “Can you show me your fangs?” Prompt by @alloveroliver vamp au ofc.

Derek Hale

10. “You never learn.” - Prompt by @whumpster-dumpster i’m thinking Gang AU

Michael Clifford

11. “I’m tired of being your secret.” - Prompt from pinterest (if someone can tell me the person that would be fab)

Luke Hemmings

12. “ "They’re cookies." - Prompt adapted by me from @greenestcoat (just so that it was speech)

Ashton Irwin

13. “Does this count as breaking and entering?”- Prompt by @floraltohru

Stiles Stilinski

14. “Listen, I just want to sleep so if you would kindly stop blasting music that’d be great.” - me, i’m thinking new neighbor/roommate au wbu guys?

Marcus Baker

15. “What did you just say?” - Prompt by @promptlywritingideas