#Steve Indig

[jonfarreporter]

Elvis Presley Tribute Party Celebrates 70 Years!

An Elvis Presley Tribute Party will be held this Sunday on July 28 at The Make-Out Room in San Francisco’s Mission District.

For the ‘Baby-boomer’ generation it’s hard to fathom that “the King of Rock and Roll” emerged on the scene so many decades ago. As the Tribute Party’s PR coordinator Steve Indig explained.

“This year’s Elvis Tribute will celebrate the 70th anniversary of Presley’s breakthrough in July 1954 - his first recording with Scotty Moore and Bill Black.”

“And then on July 5, 1954, said Indig, that produced ‘That's All Right’ (and 2 days later, ‘Blue Moon of Kentucky’), released together as a single on July 19,” said Indig.

Pointing out the significance, Indig added. “And, the breakthrough performance a few weeks later on July 30 at the Overton Park Shell in Memphis, is when he drove the crowd wild with a few shakes and twitches - some call this the first rock and roll concert.”

While some music historians might debate as to whether or not Presley was simply performing other musicians songs and styles via the rhythm and blues of the African-American music culture, it’s no doubt, Presley had a profound impact regardless.

This impact rippled across the world and it made an impression on Europe, especially Great Britain. The Brits would then in return would bring their understanding of rock and roll back to the United States with what is known as “the British rock music invasion.”

Many British music artists credited Presley as one of their earliest experiences of American music. And this influence of Presley continued throughout the 1970’s as expressed in song-writer musicians like Elton John and alike.

The recent 2019 movie about Elton John called “Rocketman” clearly referenced Presley as being an inspiration for Elton John taking an interest in learning about music.

The almost universal appeal and influence of Presley can’t be understated as local “rock-a-billy” rock music artist Dave Crimmen noted. “According to my older sisters, I’ve been doing this since I was just six months old! Inspired by the legends – Elvis Presley.”

Crimmen also mentioned that when he brought an Elvis Presley record to play on the record player in Kindergarten at Jefferson Elementary School in Daly City, the town adjacent to San Francisco heading south along the Peninsula, “my teacher told me no! And not to bring that record to school ever again.” “I think she thought it to be too disruptive for five-year-olds.”

While Crimmen and his age-bracket would be more inclined to ‘The Beatles’, Crimmen would never give up on his affinity for Presley and the 1950’s rock music style. Crimmen is always quick to point out that “Paul McCartney and John Lennon were big fans of Elvis - all the Brits were,” said Crimmen.

Crimmen was in luck as he came of age in the 1970s because Presley made an appearance in Daly City at The Cow Palace in 1976.

Wayne Hawthorne of Australia was in San Francisco at the time and as he mentions on the Elvis Australia Fan Club website, “I was not going to miss out,” he said.

Mostly because at time, Presley didn’t want to do any concerts in Australia or that part of the world. As Hawthorne remembers, “Elvis wasn’t interested in overseas tours.”

Describing that performance at the Cow Palace on November 28, 1976, Hawthorne recalled.

“Elvis went through some 23 songs and proved he still had that magical recipe that could whip audiences into frenzy.”

Hawthorne continued. “This was no Vegas crowd.”

“On no less than six occasions there was a stampede towards the stage consisting mainly of the younger female brigade,” he added.

“A memory I will cherish for all time,” said Hawthorne. Because, “only 32 months later the King was dead.”

Even as current critics and “cancel culture” trends have painted Presley in a negative light focusing on his declining health and frame of mind before his death in August of 1977, his influence has remained.

The San Francisco Elvis Presley Tribute events have been presented since 2017 by Steve Indig aka DJ Shindog.

Indig has been producer/promoter/DJ for the nightclub party New Wave City for more than three decades.

Since 2010, Indig has also presented San Francisco’s Elvis Bowie Birthday Bash, an annual event that celebrates the shared January 8 birth date of both Elvis Presley and David Bowie.

The previous SF Elvis Presley parties celebrated the 40th anniversary of the King’s passing, the 50th anniversary of the legendary 1968 Comeback TV Special, the 50th Anniversary of the King’s return to Las Vegas concerts, and the release of Baz Luhrmann’s “Elvis” movie.

The Elvis Presley Live Music Tribute event will be a benefit for Blue Bear School of Music, and will be led by Hank Maninger and Nashville Honeymoon, including Lynne Maes, Joe Kyle Jr., Leor Beary, and augmented by guest Marc Capelle on keyboards. This year’s lineup of amazing guest performers is: the HowellDevine blues band (Joshua Howell, Pete Devine, and the aforementioned Joe Kyle Jr.), versatile soulful rocking vocalist Lydia Walker, former punk rocker turned honky-tonker Johnny Dilks, world famous drag king Leigh Crow as Elvis Herselvis, and rock journalist Ben Fong-Torres, and vocalist Rowan Katz.

For tickets and details visit the EventBright website page for the event

[nivisdreaming]

4 words

Hard dick

Grey Sweatpants

exactly. you get me.

Summary: Eddie’s thrilled to finally have his own place. Or at least, mostly his, since he does have a new roommate. A roommate that’s starting to give him some troubles, since she can’t seem to keep it down, and the walls aren’t all that thick. But, maybe she doesn’t actually mind all that much?

WC: ~1.8k

Tags: Roommates to lovers, mutual pining, a touch of emotional angst, fem!reader, 2nd POV, surprisingly un-smutty, cliffhanger, but still, exhibitionism, voyuerism, daddy kink, f!masturbation, vibrator use, mentioned m!masturbation, dry humping, bondage, heavy dom/sub undertones, implied oral (m!receiving)

“I’m gonna have to fucking move out. That’s my only option.” Eddie rests his forehead against the cool metal of the table in front of him with a thump.

“Don’t be so dramatic, I’m sure there’s something else you two can work out!”

“He has plenty of options, Stevie, however he is incapable of all of them because they include talking to pretty girls, something Edward Munson clearly has a chronic phobia of,” Robin chimes in as she lifts a french fry to her mouth. Eddie rolls his eyes despite knowing she can’t see them and lets out a long groan.

“What would I even say to her?? ‘Hey by the way, our apartment has the thinnest fucking walls in existence and I can hear every time you get off and it keeps getting me fucking hard so I would appreciate if you could not!’”

Steve makes an indigent sound. “Wait, hold your horses, you never mentioned this was a mutual thing Munson! This isn’t just a noise complaint, this is you dragging your roommate into your kink escapades, handcuffs on the wall guy!-“ He’s cut off by Robin bursting into laughter and throwing a playful punch to his arm.

Eddie grumbles a complaint and looks upwards just to fold his arms across his chest in annoyance. A pout crosses his face as Steve chuckles with Robin. “In my defense, it’s not like she didn’t get there on her own just fine,” he mutters, giving another roll of his eyes.

Robins jaw drops, “Wait, hold on, what?” Steve’s eyes fly between Eddie and Robin as he tries to puzzle out Eddie’s statement, his hand frozen over the basket of fries he was reaching into.

Now it’s Eddie turn to laugh, just glad he can finally find some humor out of this interaction with his friends. “I know I told you guys she was the total innocent type when I moved in, but, based on what I’ve been hearing… I assumed wrong,” he says with a smirk. He looks between Steve and Robin, both of them stunned into silence for a moment while Eddie takes another sip of his drink. “It would be easier if she was like, a vanilla girl or something, but god help me, I’m not allowed a bit of that Munson luck for once in my life. I just get to listen to her practically begging to be taken while knowing she’s not actually mine to be taken.”

Robin’s thoughts finally seem to reboot as she gives a clearing shake to her head. Steve shoots a nervous glance around them, trying to make sure there’s no children in range who could possibly overhear this, while she takes a long slurp from her milkshake. “Okay, but consider, could she be?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Could she be what?”

“Yours for the taking, dummy. If you’re really.. overhearing as often as you say you are, there’s no way someone else has a claim on her, right? I fail to see the blockage here. Besides the you part of the equation, but that’s fixable bud!”

“Hey! First of all, ouch, my ego! Second of all, I’m not gonna fuck my roommate. I’m not even going to ask to fuck my roommate, because that’s weird and like you said I’m me!” Eddie scoffs and downs the rest of his soda. “Neither of you are helpful, and I’m not spending the last 13 minutes of my lunch break being made fun of,” he climbs out of his seat and pulls on his jacket, “Sayonara, suckers!” He turns to leave, but Steve grabs him by the sleeve.

“Eddie. Look, I know Robin and I joke, but seriously. I’ve seen how you look at her and how she looks at you. You’re not as bad as you think, you know that? This isn’t Hawkins High anymore, you’re not ‘The Freak’, you’re Eddie Munson, the cool metal-rocker she shares an apartment with.” Eddie shoots him an unimpressed stare. “I’m not saying do anything you don’t want to, okay? Just… keep your options open, okay?” Steve pulls away from Eddie to scratch the nape of his neck nervously. Eddie nods and sidesteps around him, leaving Steve to depart back to Robin while he briskly makes the 10 minute walk back to the garage.

—

By the time Eddie makes it home from work his roommate is already holed up in their room, but when Eddie enters his shared-wall bedroom, he is met with silence on her end.

He tosses his jacket off and flops onto the bed, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he reflects on his day. Work was the usual, a few bitchy customers but nothing out of the ordinary. It’s his lunch with Robin and Steve that’s really eating at him, running circles around his mind and planting ideas in his head that previously he would have only entertained as fantasies. He hates it, how dirty it makes him feel, to imagine his innocent, introverted roommate pinned underneath him and making those sweet mewling sounds at his touch instead of her own, but he can only suppress his urges for so long, especially when he hears the mechanical buzzing start sounding through the wall.

They didn’t necessarily start as dirty thoughts. At first, he was imagining making dinner for you, stirring a big pot of mac and cheese while you sat next to him atop the counter, legs swinging back and forth while he let you ramble your day just to enjoy the sound of your voice in his ears. Then it shifted to eating the dinner in front of TV, you curled up into his side while you ate and giggled at one of the cheesy rom-coms you roped him into watching. Then he was placing a kiss on your cheek just to watch you get flustered, and you were getting brave and leaning in for a full kiss, and if he squeezed his eyes shut he could imagine the sighs coming from the other room were his to inhale. His breath to steal from your lips as he trailed down your neck, marking you with red and purple fireworks until there was no covering up how he was corrupting your innocence. His.

A high-pitched whimper snapped him out of his daydreams, followed by a harsh huff. He barely had time to register that the whirring sound had ceased when a knock came from his door as it was nudged open.

“Hey Eddie? Do you have any batteries I can borrow?” Eddie flies up to a sitting position, making eye contact with the meek figure standing in his doorway. You’ve got a blanket wrapped around your body, held together with a tight grip in the front to keep yourself completely covered. Or, almost completely covered, because the blanket bunches behind you as you shuffle, revealing your bare legs up to the tops of your knees. Eddie can’t seem to keep his eyes on yours anymore.

You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, but take a step into the room, not away. “Eddie, you’re… staring,” you take another step forward, “This.. might seem a bit weird, but I really like those pants on you. Especially like this.”

Eddie lets out a high pitched squeak as he takes in his own grey sweatpants, and the outline of his erection that clearly showing through them. He lurches to grab a nearby pillow to cover himself, but a hand around his wrist stops him. In front of him, you’ve allowed the blanket to fall away in favor of halting his movement, revealing yourself to be nothing but a pair a white cotton panties with a very visible wet splotch. “Just wait a second,” you release his hand and lean over to shut his door and lock it. When you turn back around, Eddie is wide-eyed and disheveled, as if starstruck by you. “I was gonna let you make the first move with all of this, but I think the endorphin rush has got me all confident, so I’m just gonna go for it,” You return to Eddie’s bedside and place one hand on each of his shoulders before swinging your leg across his lap and sitting directly atop him, laying your crotch right on his.

Eddie gasps and involuntarily bucks his hips upwards at the sudden pressure, further encouraging you. “I know you’ve been listening to me. The thin walls thing goes both ways, I can hear when you get off with me. Was hoping you wouldn’t make me ask for it, but I can’t wait anymore,” you whisper in his ear as you begin to grind, rutting your hips against his to stimulate your clit. You sigh happily at the feeling of his hands trailing up your back, glad to finally receive his warm touch, but his grip on your waist is quick to turn harsh as he forces your movement to stop. You’re ripped away from him as he flips you over, pushing you to your back so he can place his weight on your own.

“You wanted me to ask? All this time, all I had to do was ask?” He gathers both your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head while the other finds purchase pinching and pulling at your exposed nipple, triggering you to whine and squirm under him. His eyes meet yours again, and the uncharacteristically dark look in them sends a shiver through you. “God, darling, I am going to make you beg. Trust me, when I’m done with you, there will be no asking, just you pleading for mercy.” He releases your hands and pulls away from your breasts to unbuckle his belt and tug it off, fastening it into a set a restraints that you willingly slip your wrists through. “Safeword is Metallica. You can’t talk, you slap me twice anywhere. Either way, that’s the only way this stops. Am I clear?” You nod as a response, but a soft palm cradles your cheek and lifts your chin upwards.

“Words, princess. While you still have them.” His thumb strokes a soothing pattern along your jaw.

You can feel your heartbeat racing, and the fuzzy feeling in your head makes a full sentence hard to put together, but the gentle touch lures you to a moment of grounding. “Yes, I understand Eddie. Metallica or two slaps if I can’t take anymore.”

He snickers and gives a gentle pat to your cheek before pulling back. “Make that a ‘sir’ or a ‘daddy’ next time, sweet girl.” He climbs off from on top of you to tug off his t-shirt and sweats, leaving his inked skin and hairy chest for you to ogle at. You tug on your restraints with a slight whine, disappointed by your inability to reach out and touch him.

“On your knees, baby. Your hands may be indisposed, but I can still put that useful little mouth of yours to work.” Eddie pulls his boxers off from around his ankles and tosses them behind him as he stands at the edge of the bed. You shuffle towards him eagerly.

“Yes daddy.”

[mugloversonly]

Impulse Buy

June Prompt "Stuff"| WC: 483 :Gen @steddiemicrofic

That one scene from Modern Family influenced this

Eddie walked through the front door and called out “Steve? You home sweetheart?” He toed off his shoes and walked further in. In the kitchen he heard a mad shuffle followed by cursing. He smirked and headed that way.

Steve leaning on the counter and Eleven sitting on the counter both trying to look as normal as possible. “Hey Eds! Didn’t hear you come in.” Steve said with a forced smile.

“Yeah, just got back from work.” He said leaning against the door frame. “Did you end up going to Target?” Steve stiffened. Bingo.

“Yes, El and I went.”

“Did you stick to the list I gave you?” Eddie asked knowing full well he didn’t.

“Yes.” Steve scoffed and crossed his arms. Eddie narrowed his eyes and turned to Eleven.

“Ellie, did Steve stick to the list?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Yes.” She said simply and started putting the dishes away with her powers. Steve slapped the counter top.

“I told you.” He said indigently.

“You’re right, sorry. I should have trusted you.” Eddie said and went to give him an apology kiss. Before he could, El spoke up.

“He had two lists.” She ignored Steve’s noise of betrayal. “The list you gave him, and a second list.” At this Eddie glanced at Steve and saw him tomato red.

“What did it say?” Steve pleaded for El not to tell him.

“Friends don’t lie. It said ‘all the stuff we want’.” Steve pursed his lips and sheepishly smiled at Eddie.

“Show me.” Eddie demanded. Steve hung his head and shambled to the spare room. He swung open the door and Eddie stepped in and gasped in shock. Eddie rubbed his hands on his face. “Why?”

There on the bed was a huge Lego Star Wars Death Star Set. “You like Star Wars!” Steve defended.

“How much was it?” Eddie was doing his best to stay calm.

“$400…” Steve mumbled. Eddie’s eyes bugged out of his head.

“Get rid of it before I do.” Eddie threatened as he walked out of the room and took Eleven home.

When he came back Steve was staring dejectedly at the unopened box. “Do I have to return it?” He asked. Eddie sighed.

“Not if you really want it, love. It’s just…” Eddie paused. “You’re always buying stuff we don’t need $400 gone…” He looked at his hands and fiddled with his rings. “That’s rent money you know?”

Steve was an idiot. He forgot that Eddie grew up financially insecure. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about that.” He tilted his chin and met his eyes. “I’ll be better at sticking to the list okay?” Eddie’s lips quirked up.

“Thank you Stevie.” He said. Steve kissed him.

“No need to thank me.” He replied. Deciding to change the subject, “I can’t believe Eleven ratted on me so fast.” Eddie threw his head back and cackled.

ao3

[ulkaralakbarova]

After a lightning bolt zaps a robot named Number 5, the lovable machine starts to think he’s human and escapes the lab. Hot on his trail is his designer, Newton, who hopes to get to Number 5 before the military does. In the meantime, a spunky animal lover mistakes the robot for an alien and takes him in, teaching her new guest about life on Earth. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Stephanie Speck: Ally Sheedy Newton Crosby: Steve Guttenberg Ben Jabituya: Fisher Stevens Howard Marner: Austin Pendleton Skroeder: G.W. Bailey Frank: Brian McNamara Number 5 (voice): Tim Blaney Duke: Marvin J. McIntyre Otis: John Garber Mrs. Cepeda: Penny Santon General Washburne: Vernon Weddle Senator Mills: Barbara Tarbuck Howard Marner’s Aide: Tom Lawrence Norman: Fred Slyter Zack: Billy Ray Sharkey Reporter: Robert Krantz Reporter: Jan Speck Barmaid: Marguerite Happy Farmer: Howard Krick Farmer’s Wife: Marjorie Card Hughes Gate Guard: Herb Smith Party Guest: Jack Thompson Party Guest: William Striglos Party Guest: Mary Reckley Party Guest: Shay McLean Party Guest: Eleanor C. Heutschy Frank: Sergio Kato Film Crew: Producer: David Foster Producer: Lawrence Turman Director: John Badham Editor: Frank Morriss Art Direction: Dianne Wager Original Music Composer: David Shire Director of Photography: Nick McLean Second Unit Director: Gregg Champion Scenario Writer: S.S. Wilson Writer: Brent Maddock Location Manager: Mark Indig Casting: Jane Feinberg Script Supervisor: H. Bud Otto Co-Producer: Dennis E. Jones Title Designer: David Oliver Pfeil Casting: Mike Fenton Executive Producer: Mark Damon Set Decoration: Garrett Lewis Associate Producer: Dana Satler Hankins Associate Producer: Gary Foster Title Designer: Wayne Fitzgerald Executive Producer: John W. Hyde Casting: Judy Taylor Production Coordinator: Mary Cay Hollander Unit Production Manager: Steve Perry First Assistant Director: Jerry Ziesmer Second Assistant Director: Bryan Denegal Assistant Art Director: Donald B. Woodruff Camera Operator: Michael D. O’Shea Camera Operator: Steve Bridge First Assistant Camera: Michael A. Chavez Still Photographer: Bruce McBroom Sound Mixer: Willie D. Burton Boom Operator: Marvin E. Lewis Utility Sound: Robert W. Harris Supervising Sound Editor: William L. Manger Supervising Sound Editor: Milton C. Burrow Sound Editor: Richard Burrow Sound Editor: Scott Burrow Sound Editor: Richard Oswald Music Editor: Stan Witt Assistant Sound Editor: Kelly L. Manger Construction Coordinator: Michael Muscarella Construction Foreman: Joseph C. Fama Property Master: Gregg H. Bilson Assistant Property Master: Stan Cockerell Standby Painter: Jerry Gadette Greensman: Philip C. Hurst Makeup Artist: Tom Lucas Hairstylist: Damon Grill Gaffer: Colin J. Campbell Key Grip: Bill Young Dolly Grip: Donald L. Hartley Grip: Johnny London Jr. Leadman: Mark Woods Video Assist Operator: Richmond G. Cogswell Production Illustrator: Martin A. Kline Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Wayne Artman Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Tom E. Dahl Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Tom Beckert Unit Publicist: Vic Heutschy Production Accountant: Jan Garner Negative Cutter: Donah Bassett Stunt Coordinator: Walter Scott Special Effects Coordinator: Chuck Gaspar Stunts: Freddie Hice Stunts: Christine Anne Baur Stunts: Brad Bovee Stunts: Vince Deadrick Sr. Stunts: Marguerite Happy Stunts: Clifford Happy Stunts: Danny Costa Stunts: Bob Harris Stunts: Loren Janes Stunts: Robert Jauregui Stunts: Ben Scott Stunts: John-Clay Scott Stunts: Sasha Jenson Stunts: Ted White Stunts: R.L. Tolbert Second Assistant Camera: Robert Samuels Movie Reviews:

[shieldretired]

@mangofruitblast​ ;; Christmas meme (still accepting) 💖   ─  volunteer together at a local charity

                              FOOD, EMERGENCY AID, SHELTER & TRAINING — or F.E.A.S.T. for short — is a great local charity organization Steve first came into contact with through his church. It's mainly located in Queens, but Steve doesn't mind the 40-minute drive once a week to help out there. He usually does little repairs (he's good with his hands) or helps distribute clothing donations to indigents, but today, F.E.A.S.T. organized a little feast for the homeless people of Queens, offering them a proper Christmas meal and some gifts like socks or candy or other daily needs stuff. Steve is more than happy to fill plates with pork and mashed potatoes and veggies, wishing everyone a merry Christmas, so he nearly misses the man superseding the woman next to him at the food distribution. "Oh — hey, Lang," he greets him, pleasantly surprised. "Didn't know you're helping out here, too."

[jewels2876]

Dropping Hints

A/N: The continuing saga of College Bucky for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ during their Back to School Week - enjoy!

Word Count: 699 Warnings: mild language - clueless boys

“I’m gonna fail,” Bucky whined to you as you both exited the lecture hall. “I can’t afford to fail this class!” He turned to you suddenly. “Study with me PLEASE!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. “Feeling a little desperate, are we?”

“No way!” He slung his left arm around your shoulders as you walked towards the cafeteria. “Clearly it was my luck you sat next to me the first day. Beautiful, smart, sassy…” He pulled you close and kissed your cheek. “Please?”

Every other part of you was on fire from his casual touches but the chaste kiss fried your brain. “Um…” you hesitated.

“Finally turning my boy down?” Sam teased as the two of you joined the rest of the group.

“NO!” You noticed a few heads turning your way and you ducked down as you quietly repeated. “No, I’m not turning him down. Yes Bucky I’ll help you study.”

While Bucky shot out a fist pump with his right hand Sam stared at the two of you. “Study? Study buddies? You two?”

Bucky frowned. “Why the hell not?”

“If I may quote you exactly,” Sam started as he ticked off on his fingers, “‘Beautiful, smart, sassy.’ What the ever-loving hell Barnes?”

Steve and Nat shared matching smirks, even Clint was awake and enjoying this little show. Bucky’s frown deepened and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why are you being such an ass, Wilson?”

Sam ignored Bucky and turned his attention to you, winking from his right eye before he spoke. “Y/n, Bucky here is an absolute dolt, and stupid to boot. Wanna go out with me sometime?”

“Hey!” Bucky’s cry was indigent. “Why are you asking out my study buddy? She’s mine!”

The whole table now turned to Bucky. Steve and Nat were falling over themselves, laughing while Clint shook his head with a knowing smile. Sam looked at you again, waiting for your response. “Barnes,” Sam drawled, “I’m not asking her to be my study buddy; I’m askin’ her out on a DATE! What do you say y/n?”

You drew a small breath, getting ready to answer when Bucky stopped you. His eyes searched your face briefly. “You don’t want to go out with Sam, do you?” You could hear the slight whine in his voice, his eyes wide and forlorn.

You tilted your head to the left, staring right back at Bucky, eyes slightly narrowed. “No Bucky, I don’t want to go out with Sam.” You turned back to Sam. “Sorry.” You gave him a knowing smile and winked with your left eye, then turned back to Bucky. “But I might wanna ask that guy out, over there.” Everyone followed your finger, landing on Scott Lang juggling apples and oranges in front of an impressed crowd. 

Bucky scowled. “That clown? I thought you wanted dark and mysterious?”

You rolled your eyes and stared at Bucky once more. “Dark and mysterious hasn’t gotten my hints in a while. Clowning and smart might be my new type.” Sam howled as Clint hit the table with a loud smack. Nat high-fived you while Steve shook his head, chuckling at his best friend. Bucky sat there, unsure what had just happened. It was your turn to shake your head; you glanced down at your watch and sighed. “Organic chemistry, here I come.” You kissed Bucky’s cheek as you rose from your seat. “You call me when you want to study, okay?” For good measure, you added a slight sway to your hips as you walked out of the cafeteria. 

Bucky watched as Scott ran up to you and slung his arm around your shoulders; he scowled again. “What does she see in him?” he muttered. 

Nat gave an exasperated sigh. “Dude! She likes you, duh!” Bucky straightened up in his seat as his mind traveled back over…

“Fuck! And now she’s…? I gotta…” Bucky practically fell out of his chair to chase after her.

“Down boy,” Nat teased. “ Remember what she just told you before she left.” 

Bucky was about to mouth off, then thought about it. “Got it, call her, ask her out. Right?”

“If you don’t, I will,” Clint said.

[luke-o-lophus]

All That is Now

Warning: Mentions of canon typical injuries, a little. Else all fluff and hurt/comfort. Steve x Bucky x Reader

The door swung open and Bucky stepped in. The familiar smell of ‘home’ hit your nose but went unnoticed. Your brows were stuck in a small frown as you flipped the switch on, welcome light drowning out the shadows in the room. Bucky kicked off his shoes and locked the door behind him. You wordlessly dropped your backpack and headed to your bedroom.

You two were showering together within minutes. It was warm, comforting. Maybe there was even something romantic about the way Bucky gently washed the grime from the scrape on your arm and the bruises on your torso. You returned the favour, wordlessly, not meeting his eyes. It was when you’d both dried up and he’d sat you down, kneeling before you with a first aid box in hand, that you raised your head to look at him. He looked tired, concerned, but understanding. With a sigh, you drop your head to his shoulder, your forehead resting on his skin. And even then he quietly went about with the alcohol swabs and ointments and band aids.

“Buck, does it get easy?”, you ask earnestly. His hands don’t falter, but he hums a little. Does it get easy seeing Steve get beaten up? Well, he couldn’t remember a time when Steve was not getting beaten up by someone. Sometimes, it wasn't what he could just walk off. Like, when Winter fought him on that damned helicarrier. But this was the first time since the serum that Bucky has seen Steve in a hospital. Yeah, just for a night, but still.

“No, it doesn’t”, he confessed. He felt her lips twitch against his skin, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to a standing position.

“He’ll be back tomorrow morning. Our boy’s strong, but he isn’t bulletproof”, he whispered to you. You whisper back,”I wish he’d remembered that today.” Today, when Steve had thrown the shield to you to block the hail of bullets from one gunman. One man that’d slipped into the scene from Bucky’s blind spot. A bullet from Buck’s sniper rifle had taken the man down in a blink. But his bullets had been faster and two had lodged themselves in Steve’s torso, inches shy of his heart.

“You can make that chicken stew he likes, he’ll be hungry”, Bucky rambled, throwing you one of Steve’s t-shirts. You smiled at the fabric in your hand and put it on. After a quick sandwich you were in bed, Bucky’s arm pulling you to himself securely, his face nestled by your neck, his nose brushing the soft shirt on you.

Steve walked out of the hospital. A little pale, strides short and calculated, but he walked out. He was all smiles, desperate to go home. His wounds would be gone in another couple of days, and a nice hot meal sounded good. Bucky shook his head muttering ‘Punk’ at his lover’s enthusiasm, and placed a fond kiss on his cheek.

“She didn’t come?”, Steve’s face fell a bit once they were out of the building. Bucky helped him get comfortable in the car.“She’s cooking that stew for you. Been out shopping for the groceries too”, he responded with a chuckle, and Steve visibly relaxed. The car smoothly sped down the road, the day’s traffic not having set in yet. “How’s she taking it?”, Steve asks after a while, and Bucky shrugs. “I’m not sure, Stevie”, he muttered. “She’s been awfully quiet so, not too well.’‘

The home today felt way warmer and brighter to Bucky as you opened the door for them. Your eyes immediately dart to Steve, again looking everywhere but his face. “Welcome home, love”, you say in a voice heavy with relief. And then you’d retreated back to the kitchen. Steve blinks and looks at Bucky in confusion, but he just purses his lips and motions him to the bedroom.

The smell that wafts into the room even before you enter has Steve drooling. Even Bucky, who was kinda wary of ‘bland’ stuff, looked eager when you entered the room with a tray on which sat two large bowls of stew. You’d have lunch in bed, obviously, and Bucky took the tray from you. “I’ll, uh, go get the bread”, you mutter, and you’re out before Steve can get a word in. His brows pinch together impatiently and he glared at his stew now, not making any sense of the silent treatment you were dishing out. And you didn’t even seem angry? It made no sense. He shrugged off Bucky’s squeeze to his arm and when you’d put down the bread basket, Steve’s hand grabbed your wrist before you could move away.

“What is going on?”, he asks earnestly. Bucky sits straight from the shift of energy in the room. They can see you swallowing, but your face is down, your expressions hidden. Bucky gets up walks out of the room to get a bowl for you, and to give you two a moment. Steve’s eyes flicker to him barely before they’re back on you. His hand gives your wrist a squeeze."Talk to me darling”, his voice is more desperate now."You’re killing me with this.”

Your head snaps up at that, your look intense. “You gave your shield, to me!”, you snapped. “Do you even get how close to reality it came....what you said right now?” Steve’s eyes widen in shock, and he lets go of your wrist to cup your face,’‘You can’t possibly think you had any fault in this?”, he pressed and sighed when you kept quiet. Bucky stood at the door, attentive. He didn’t want a fight between his lovers on top of all the stress that was already there.

“You know I heal fast”, Steve voice is louder. “And you don’t”

“But that doesn’t mean you’re bulletproof!”, you shout back. And Bucky winces sharply. That sounds make both of you stop and turn, and Bucky’s face is almost apologetic. What was he even apologizing for? For being scared of people in his immediate surrounds shouting? Your face contorts in guilt and you collapse on the bed, your feet dangling off the side. “God, this isn’t supposed to be about me”, you mutter, angry at yourself. Your face sinks to your palms and you breath heavily. “I...can’t...lose you”, you say with effort, pointedly. “That’s it, I can’t, not again.” You're looking at Bucky now, god you couldn’t lose him again. But Steve had always been there, even during the blip, and the thought that even he could be taken away....

Bucky smiles a sad little smile and comes to sit by your side, his hand giving your thigh a squeeze. Steve’s biting his lip and holding his hand out to you. You clamber to him, mindful of the bowls, and straddle his outstretched legs, careful to keep all of your weight on your knees.

“Captain America has a lot of enemies, darling, I’m sorry”, he whispers gently to you, his thumb rubbing your cheek. The comment makes you sniffle and you carefully wrap your arms around his shoulder and speak out in a pained drawl,”But for me it’s my Steve out there, my Stevie they’re trying to take out.”

“Oh doll”, you hear him whisper to your ear, his arms engulfing you in a big warm hug. “I’m not leaving you guys anytime soon, I’m not, I...I know what I’m doing, if you’d been hit, we wouldn’t be all here right now”, he said. Bucky grimaced at the very thought and moved closer, grasping Steve’s palm. Buck kissed his knuckles while you stilled at that notion. Your fear was valid, but was it selfish to wish the man you loved be safe at your cost? We don’t trade lives, Steve says, but you guessed sometimes trading injuries was their only way to get by. To stick together. You didn’t want to live without them but, of course genius, they didn’t want to live without you either. You knew it, as a fact, but the realization afresh took your breath away.

“I’m sorry..”, you whisper after a few minutes of quietness wherein Bucky had moved even closer, and you’d all be in a cuddle pile had it not been for the damn wounds. “I’m sorry to..both of you”, you added, looking towards Bucky. He just smiled and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. “It’s not all perfect but...”, Bucky starts. “...It is what is is”, you finish.

“I understood it! I mean..the reference!”, Steve chimes in. Your mouth falls open in indigation. “You two watched Sherlock without me!!” you shriek.”I was supposed to introduce Steve to Sherlock!”, you say, an accusing finger raised at Bucky. They share a look and wince. “Well...we left the series finale to watch together”, Bucky offers hopefully and your eyes go even wider. “You got Steve to season 4? And watched 2 episodes of it!” you squeal.”When did this happen? I can’t believe my boyfriend cheated on me, in my house, with my boyfriend!” you let out a huff, your lips in an angry pout.

The boys had the audacity to grin, and Bucky boops your nose and shakes his head. He gets up with the tray to reheat the food. You settle beside Steve pretending to be angry and trying your hardest to keep the smile off your face.

[nixie-deangel]

For @gottalovev, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This is the third of six aesthetics, I’ll be making for Lou. Here you are, Lou!

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark, with Background Avengers - Happy Halloween!

Also on Ao3.

“What are you dressed as?” Clint asks, face scrunching up, half hindered behind the sunglasses he’s wearing. 

“I’m a mad scientist?”

“Was that a question, Bruce?” Snorting, the archer shakes his head. “You forget to go out and buy a costume, man?” He watches as the other curls in, face turning a faint shade of pink, and it’s all he needs to see to know that’s exactly what happened. 

“Well, what are you supposed to be?” Bruce shoots back, arms moving up to cross over his chest. 

“I’m obviously Tony Stark.”

“Oh, hell no you aren’t!”

Head’s snapping towards the doorway, both Bruce and Clint watch as Sam comes sauntering in, tailor made suit covering him. It’s only belatedly, that either man notices Bucky shuffling in after, large knit sweater and fake black rimmed glasses adorning his face.

“No, no, no, no,” Clint whines, “He let you borrow one of his watches?”

“Of course he didn’t,” Sam grumbled. “I bribed Nat into stealing one for me, with my Nana’s famous banana, chocolate chip bread.”

“What! That’s cheating!”

“Says the man, who dressed up as his teammate,” Bucky remarks dryly, moving slow and careful, over towards one of the buffet tables.

He moves, more in a shuffle, then the confident stride Bruce has come to expect from him. He furrows his brow, watching Bucky for a moment longer before letting out an indigent shout. “That’s funny, considering you dressed up as me for the party!”

Sam lets out a cackle, leaning into Clint as he laughs. “I told you, I told you, he’d figure it out.”

Straightening up from his hunch, Bucky shoots Sam a long look, “You said it’d take him an hour, though, so you still lost the bet, bird boy.”

“Did none of you put thought into your costumes?”

All four heads turn to look at Nat, standing in the doorway. 

Blinking, Clint shuffles a little, “Are you dressed as someone from the 1900s?” 

“I’m a countess.”

“Uh.”

“That’s… what?.”

“What?”

Nat rolls her eyes, lips curving up into a small smirk, as she watches them flounder for a moment longer before clearing her throat and getting their attention. “Rhodey’s going as Dracula, and I’m going as his victim.”

“Oh,” Bruce murmurs, not really understanding but, “That’s pretty unique costume.”

“We aren’t staying long at the tower,” she explains. “He asked if I’d help out at the haunted house his younger cousin's school is putting on. I just wanted to stop by and see if Tony would go through with our bet, first.”

“Bet?” Sam asks, warily. Only Clint, Tony and people who didn’t know Natasha that well bet with her. And the people who hadn’t known before, learned after the first time, to never do it again. Why Tony and Clint seemed to think they would be any different, as a mystery of the universe no one understood. 

“Ha! Take that Romanov.”

There were no words, in any language on Earth, that would have been able to describe the sound that escaped Clint, Bucky and Sam, as they fully took in Tony Stark, standing in the doorway, dressed as a giant, white rabbit.

“What.”

“The.”

“Hell?”

“Please, please,” Steve stresses, stepping around Tony and heading straight for the food table. “Don’t ask. Don’t mention it. Just pretend you’ve seen nothing.”

It’s quiet for a moment, before Sam clears his throat and says, “One of those times you wish you could drink, buddy?”

“You have no idea.”

[fangirlovestuff]

Holding Out For a Hero- Steve Rogers x Reader Pt.1

gif not mine!

a/n: Hey lovely people! the begining of this is based on a prompt from pinterest, but the rest is my plot. This is gonna be a multichapter fic, so this chapter is not very focused on the relationship, it’s less steve centric and more setting the scene. I’m planning on making this a bit of a slow burn. Not beta read. enjoy!

prompt: you are in a typical awkward elevator ride with a group of other people, suddenly a man says “So, I bet you are wondering why I’ve gathered you here today.” before hitting the emergency stop button.

word count: 1,500

pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader. 

warnings: none.

The elevator doors opened and you stepped in. It was pretty full, so you made an effort to stand still as to not bump into anyone. There was a man that looked pretty familiar to you, you just couldn't get a good enough look at his face when you entered and he was standing behind you. Obviously turning you head to look at him would be very awkward, so you stayed put and tried to figure it out. No sound was heard except the hum of the elevator, the passengers looking at their phones or simply standing quietly.

"So, I bet you are wondering why I've gathered you here today."

That voice! You were sure you know this man, and when you turned around you saw the familiar famous goatee and sunglasses. Before you could register the fact that you were riding an elevator with the Tony Stark, and that he "gathered you here", he leaned forward quickly and pressed the emergency stop button. You got a whiff of his cologne, and you were fangirling so hard. I mean this is Tony stark! The man who saved the universe, the genius playboy billionaire philanthropist, the man you have looked up to ever since he became Iron Man. You couldn't believe your eyes.  

"You all probably know who I am, " he smirked, "and I know who you are, but you don't know each other. It's fine, you will."

After he observed the stunned silence, he continued talking. "I am here to offer you a once in a lifetime opportunity. To help the Avengers."

This has got to be a prank, you thought. There was absolutely no way you were chosen to work with the Avengers. Maybe this isn't actually Tony Stark, just someone who looks like him. Or maybe it is him and he was bored and wanted to laugh at some random people. Either way you were sure this couldn't be real, but decided to go with it. What's the harm anyways?  

"So, what is the help the Avengers need from us? I mean, no offence to anyone here, but I personally don't really see what the Avengers would need me for. "

"If you would've let me finish, you would know by now. Now hush, there isn't much time until they come rescue us" and at that he raised his eyebrow, "from here." Tony, or fake Tony since you still weren't sure, continued.

"Each of you has something individual they can bring to the team. Trust me, I saw the research on you. Pretty extensive stuff. Your dog by the way," he looked into your eyes, "is very cute." You frowned at him. You didn’t like the idea of someone out there researching you, but you knew the fact that you had a dog could have been deducted from your black pants, who despite your best efforts could still have some dog hair on them. You took comfort in the fact that this person who you were still not sure was Tony Stark could just be observant, and not a stalker.

"In order to participate, you need to come with me right now. I'm taking you to the compound, where you'll receive your respective missions."

"What if we don't want to?" one man asked.

"Then feel free to wait for the rescue team and you'll have a funny story that no one will ever believe. Now come on, we gotta-- "

"How can we know it's you?" a woman that seemed to be about your age asked, voicing your exact thoughts.

He simply smiled and pressed his watch, which then turned into an Iron Man glove. "Anyone has more questions or can we go now?"

Everyone was silent. "Great. Follow my lead." Tony started carving a whole in the floor of the elevator. When he finished

"Wait, you can't actually expect us to fall down that hole, right?" said the woman from before.

"People down there will catch you. Come on." He jumped down, the Iron Man suit closing and flying him safely to the ground. We all looked at each other, hesitant.

"Well, it's not like I have anything better to do." Said one of the men and jumped. There was no crash, so probably a good sign. The woman followed his lead and jumped.

Fuck it, you thought, and jumped too. You closed your eyes, and after an unnerving few second, you landed in what you presumed was the arms of a tall, built man. Opening your eyes, you looked into his face, intending to thank him, but immediately froze. It was Captain America. You willed yourself to say something and not look stupid. You could feel the blush creeping on your face. "Um… thank uhh…" you swallowed, "thank you." He put you down. "Your welcome." He smiled at you and stepped away, getting ready to catch someone else.

Someone quickly pulled you aside. Black Widow, your mind helpfully supplied once you looked at her face. "Come on, don't want the others to fall on you right?". We stepped away and you had time to observe the scene in front of you. The Winter Soldier and Captain America were catching people who came down falling. Falcon and Tony were catching them in the air, landing them safely. Out of the ten people in the elevator, it seemed that seven were here. You assumed the rest didn't want to come. You turned to Natasha, who was still standing next to you, eyeing you almost suspiciously. "Hey, so I know it's probably a secret or whatever, but-- "

"Yeah sure, Steve is single. Not a secret." She replied with a smile.

"What?" you felt the blush returning to your face. "No! that's totally not what I was gonna ask!"

"But it's what you wanted to." She smirked at you.

Your mouth opened and then closed. You didn't really have a good answer to that, so you just moved past it, stuffing the information in your brain for later. "What I was going to ask is, can I be told my mission now?"

"No. The best advice I could give you is to be patient."

You wanted to argue, but you remembered the woman standing next to you was a trained assassin and quickly gave up the notion and shut your mouth.

When everyone was safely on the ground, Tony turned to you and asked "Okay, everyone here? That's great. Let's head to the compound."

You and the others followed their lead. The woman from before fell into step next to you. "Hey, I'm Julia. I guess we're teammates now huh?"

You chuckled at her and introduced yourself. You talked for the whole walk, which was surprisingly long. Who knew New York had underground tunnels that weren't the subway? Certainly not you.

You and Julia hit it off right away. You learned she was a Lawyer, which explained what she could bring to the Avengers. The business and PR side of the Avengers was often forgotten because of the whole saving the world stuff, but it still existed. You still had no clue what the heck they wanted you to do. You and Julia chatted some more. At some point she noticed you sending another glance at Steve Rogers, who looked as handsome as ever. "Looks like someone has a crush," she whispered and nudged you, grinning. "What? No I don't!" you quickly denied, your eyes involuntarily darted in his direction to make sure he didn't hear you. "Oh, you know you do! Don't even try to argue about this!". You sighed, defeated. "Look, it's not a crush, I swear! It's just… America's ass has an appeal okay?" You said indigently. Julia laughed quietly at your words. "I get it. I do think Bucky's the hotter super-soldier, but that's a question of taste isn't it?". You nodded at her with a smile, and a minute later you got out of the tunnel in the middle of an abandoned alley.

"Okay people, listen up. We're gonna go to the tower and from there fly to the compound. Anyone with urgent business in New York can simply stay here. But you will not be a part of this mission."

The rest of you schedule for the day was cleared, but Lola was home waiting for you. You knew you couldn't leave her alone, and there was no one you could call to take care of her. If you knew that's how your day will go, you would've prepared better.

"Mr. Stark?" you called hesitantly. "I have a dog, as you know, and I can't leave her alone. Also, I have no clothes other than these and, well, a job. How long do you expect us to stay at the compound?"

"All that will be taken care of by my team. If you decide to come, I'll tell them to fly Lola right over to the compound." You were too thankful to be annoyed at him pretty much stalking you. "Thanks," you simply said, "I'm coming then."

[weareasong]

...

Diamonds really diamonds

And I'm shining bright 'cause I'm really grindin'

They ask me if I'm real, I say "is you serious?"

My daughter gon' love this bitch here

All my diamonds shine 'cause they really diamonds

Bad bitches in line, they be really trying

They ask me if I'm high, I say "really really"

Got money on my mind, I say "really really"

I look like I been ballin' 'cause I'm really ballin'

I won't apologize, I'm not really sorry

They ask me if I'm lying, I say "really really"

I'm really out my mind, I say "really really"

Really really

Make 'em believe, I made 'em believe

A lyrical song writer and he can sing

Bringing in money like raking in leaves

I was just trying to get paper to sneeze

Achoo, that was a blessing

She special to you, I don't look at her special

Actually, I treat her regular

Not being seen, we not making no spectacle

Gates had her first then he gave her to Kevin

All the above we do all the et cetera

Scared of the feds, had to switch up my cellular

He talking reckless, don't call me back ever

Passing thru Gardere to holler at Glover

Shout out to Black, shout out to Cedric

Grey Monte Carlo, cocaine 911

Just hollered at Trav, I'm like the Reverend

My section ridiculous, watch where you steppin'

Pockets on indigent, can't be too careful

Steve like 'em tall and when they yellow

Working in college, fresh with low mileage

I like 'em black, pretty white teeth

Body unique, booty on fleek

Jhené Aiko, chewing her cheeks

Groceries, please, you know that was me

All my diamonds shine 'cause they really diamonds

Bad bitches in line, they be really trying

They ask me if I'm high, I say "really really"

Got money on my mind, I say "really really"

I look like I been ballin' 'cause I'm really ballin'

I won't apologize, I'm not really sorry

They ask me if I'm lying, I say "really really"

I'm really out my mind, I say "really really"

Really really

Diving be treacherous (Swim)

Pray to God that don't nobody mess with us (Him)

Keep it strong in case anyone testing us

Right or wrong, if it's this, you don't mess with it

When yo bitch over here I don't mess with her

No detective work, I don't be questioning

Where she been, trying to read all of her messages

I don't speak on no man that's irregular

Take her phone disconnectin' her cellular

What you need that for undressin' her?

What you need that for caressin' her?

Spreading her legs 'bout to pleasure her

Pulling her hair from the back, go to pressin' her

Trying to see who tap first, made a bet with her

Relationship flaking, no eczema

She catching feelings, she say we inseparable

Oyster Perpetual, it's not a replica

Mustang GT in the streets smoking vegetables

Trunk in the front, do it make me a elephant?

I really really put syrup in my beverages

Shopping in Beverly, check out my etiquette

Loving my swag, women tailor keep checking it

Carats they glisten in all of my necklaces

Feeling myself, really thought it was evident

All my diamonds shine 'cause they really diamonds

Bad bitches in line, they be really trying

They ask me if I'm high, I say "really really"

Got money on my mind, I say "really really"

I look like I been ballin' 'cause I'm really ballin'

I won't apologize, I'm not really sorry

They ask me if I'm lying, I say "really really"

I'm really out my mind, I say "really really"

Really really

(end)

[hcwkward]

Warm

Summary: An accidental nap finds you having the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in months.

Ship: Bruce Banner/Reader

Word Count: 2.5k+

Triggers: PTSD- Kinda?, nightmares

Author’s Notes: This fic is for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square: Warm

Taglist: @reviewfanfics

Warmth, comfort, safety. You felt like you were drowning in it, your senses overwhelmed by the feeling, your exhaustion finally appeased as you gave in happily to sweet, blissful sleep. It felt like forever since you had last slept like this, every bit of you finally resting, finally secure and at peace. In the back of your mind the horrors that usually plagued your sleep danced, attempting and failing to get your attention, to lure you to the memories that filled your nightmares. But no, they wouldn’t get a second glance, you were far too happy for such thoughts.

A dreamless sleep. No images, no voices, just that simple reassuring feeling that you were safe.

A loud laugh bellowed from across the room, causing you to frown in your sleep, tightening your hold on the comfort beneath you. The soothing feeling of something running through your hair stopped, you didn’t even notice it until it was gone. A whimper left your lips and, reluctantly, with a hesitance you could feel, the hand resumed its motions against you, lulling you back into the deep sleep you had succumbed to.

A jolting movement came from next to you, making the couch beneath you bounce, pulling you from your sleep once more, but it felt like ages since you had last been tempted to wake. With a grumble you pushed yourself further into whatever was serving as your pillow, drawing a laugh similar to before from next to you. Thor, your mind provided amongst the haze, irritated at the Norse God for interrupting the blissful and rare moments of peace. Thor, your mind repeated, irritation slipping into a slow panic. Why could you hear Thor? Was he in your room? But no. That wasn’t right. Your sleep induced mind slowly stilled, listening for more sounds in the hopes of putting together whatever was happening without fully waking up because damn it this felt good.

“Pay up,” you barely caught the end of the sentence, your hearing not quite ready to focus yet. But that was undoubtedly Tony’s voice, far too cheerful and smug as he spoke to what must have been Clint judging by the way he drew out his groan in response.

“Guys, shut up, I think she’s waking up,” a soft voice spoke, this time from above, the sound so close you could practically feel the vibrations of the words. No, that wasn’t right, you could feel them, rumbling against the back of your head, hoarse as if the speaker hadn’t spoken in some time. Your pillow couldn’t speak.

With a groan that rivalled Clint’s, you forced your eyes open, taking in the brightness of the room for the slightest of moments before shutting tightly once more. Too much light. Your voice husky from sleep, you muttered in a desperate hope the A.I. could hear you, “J.A.R.V.I.S. for the love of God please turn the lights down… like… a lot.”

A roar of laughter from next to you had you stretching out your legs, delighting when you heard the indigent “Hey!” as they came into contact with the God.

“Lights are now at thirty percent, Ms Y/L/N,” the British voice called over the speakers, drawing the corners of your lips up into a sleepy smile as you tried once more to open your eyes, this time to a much more acceptable brightness.

Clint sat on the ground ahead of you, fiddling with the drumsticks that he had bought on a whim a week earlier claiming he could totally play the drums if he had them; he couldn’t. Above him, reclined along the couch lay Nat, her eyes focused on the phone in her hands, but with the slightest of smiles on her lips, telling you she was aware of your gaze.

Movement drew your gaze upwards to Steve as he put down yet another six pack of beer on the coffee table, when did there get to be so many empty bottles there? Finally, Tony was sat on the couch opposite you, a knowing smile on his lips as he looked at you, his gaze repeatedly going from meeting your own to something above you, his smirk only growing with each movement.

With a moan at the very thought of having to turn around to look at whatever had him so amused, you simply let your gaze fall beneath you to a pair of legs. Legs, not a pillow. Sitting up with a jolt of surprise, you found yourself face to face with a blushing Bruce, not quite able to meet your gaze as he pulled his arm from around you, offering you a sheepish smile.

“Bruce,” you spoke slowly, realisation still kicking in slowly at the fact you must have fallen asleep against the man. Embarrassment soon had your own cheeks tinted to match his as your eyes widened in shock. You never fell asleep on people. Your training had you always so aware of your surroundings, so insecure at the very thought of relaxing that much, and yet you had fallen asleep quite by accident against the scientist. “Sorry,” the word slipped from your lips as your gaze fell to the couch.

Silence filled your ears, the rest of the team quite intently watching the spectacle before them, all of you waiting to hear what he might say. But with a shaky smile and a gentle squeeze of his hand against your knee he simply offered a quiet “it’s fine Y/N.”

Flashes of blue, rivers of red, swirls of green and gold, and suddenly you were awake, panting as a cold shiver runs down your back, your eyes wide as you desperately take in your surroundings. There were no enemies, no Gods of mischief, no tesseract, no people dead by your hands. You were alone in your room at what Tony now dubbed the Avengers’ Tower.

The situation wasn’t a stranger to you, in fact, it was all too familiar, occurring every time you closed your eyes and tried to sleep. It had been months now, months of sleepless nights and memories plaguing your dreams, filling you with fear and guilt as you sat in the darkness of your room night after night.

You wouldn’t be getting back to sleep, you knew that much, but still you liked to pretend, repeating thoughts that maybe a cup of hot chocolate would help, or a little walk around the tower to ease your thoughts. It never did any good, but still you tried night after night, silently hoping that this would be the night that something would change and you’d get more than four hours of sleep.

With your hands roughly rubbing your face as if they could purge the memories from the forefront of your mind, you grabbed at your phone blindly, not entirely certain you wanted to know what the time was. Peeking through your fingers you took in the time with a groan. Eleven o’clock. You hadn’t even managed to get to midnight before the dreams had taken over. Maybe you could force yourself back to sleep by physical exhaustion, that could be a thing, right? Pulling off your blankets with a loud huff, you moved silently throughout your room, not wanting to cause anyone else to wake up as you moved about. Your workout attire was already at the gym, residing permanently in the lockers Tony had installed in an effort to make it more of a team environment, so all you needed was your phone.

Creeping out of your bedroom door with well trained stealth and silence, you got all of ten feet before your gaze focused on the door to your side. Bruce’s name was neatly engraved into the front of the door, clinical in the way it matched every other bedroom door, a stark contrast to the warmth of the person within.

A hazy smile crept onto your lips at the thought, he was so kind, so gentle, he had let you use him as a human pillow for what had turned out to be over two hours without a word of complaint. Two hours. Your brow furrowed as you thought back to the unexpected nap. You had slept for two hours against the man and no nightmares had dared to reach you. Your fears hadn’t held you, all you had felt was comfort and peace. Would it be possible that he could keep your nightmares at bay for longer given the chance? No, that was ridiculous. You couldn’t possibly impose on him like that.

But then again, was it possible? Surely it would be less ridiculous than going to the gym while your body still ached from the mission you had completed not six hours earlier, your body still shaking from the thoughts that were plaguing you, and it wasn’t like he had complained earlier. Perhaps it was worth the risk, at the very least you could ask.

Your knuckles rapped against the door all too quietly, barely making a sound as your hesitance took over at the last moment. This was a bad idea. You shouldn’t be doing this. He was probably asleep, and if not he most certainly wouldn’t want to be bothered, especially by something this trivial. Your hand fell to your side as you took a step back. You should leave.

But just as you moved to take another step away from the door it began to shift. Your eyes widened in surprise, having desperately hoped he was asleep and hadn’t heard you. But there he stood, pulling a dressing robe around him tightly as he looked at you with bleary sleep filled eyes, silently questioning you as he slowly took you in. “Y/N?” he questioned quietly, squinting as he attempted to focus on you. Slowly his gaze relaxed, but his jaw tightened as he ran his gaze over you once more. You were still shaking, completely unaware to it as you stood in stunned silence. “What’s wrong?”

Shaking your head, the guilt from your dreams was now joined by that of having woken the man, and you desperately wished you could take back the last few moments and simply let him sleep. But it was too late, he was awake now, looking at you with that gentle caring gaze that made you want to cave and admit every negative thought that filled you.

He didn’t look upset or annoyed, simply worried, his eyes wide as his mouth tilted into a frown. One hand held his robe together as the other ushered the door further open. “Come on,” he spoke softly, his tone filled with a tenderness that nearly had you in tears. With a hand ever so softly against your shoulder blade he guided you into the room, not stopping until he had you sat on his bed, him kneeling down in front of you as he looked you over once more, making certain you weren’t hurt.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he offered gently.

With a shaky sigh that nearly sends you off the edge, you close your eyes tightly, trying to regain the control you usually held so carefully in tact. You weren’t even sure of the answer. Talking about it made it real, it would no longer be something you simply dealt with, albeit unsuccessfully, by yourself. It would be something he knew, something he could judge you for, something he would keep in his mind as he watched you go off on missions, no longer as strong in his mind as you had been previously. But then, talking about it could help, after all, you were certain he had dealt with his own nightmares, it was to be expected if you quite literally turned into a green giant at times. Perhaps he would have a solution for you, one that didn’t involve knocking on his door in the middle of the night.

Still, your fears and insecurities took over you. With a deep inhale, you forced your gaze to meet his, simply offering him “Nightmares,” as your explanation.

A sympathetic smile took over his features as he took your hand in his, his mind clearly whirling with thoughts at the single word. You could see the worry still in his gaze, the way his lower lip slips between his teeth as his mind goes into overdrive, and yet his hand remains in yours, his thumb running soothing patterns against the back of your hand almost without thought.

“Did you- did you want to talk about them? Or just…” he trailed off, his brow furrowing as he struggled to come up with another possibility. If you hadn’t come to talk, he had no clue what you had in mind, not that he was entirely certain you actually had a plan, after all, you were in his room, not Steve’s or Tony’s, and it was no secret that Tony had dealt with his own share of nightmares in the past few years.

“Can I-” you started, instantly feeling an overwhelming amount of embarrassment at the very thought. But he was staring at you with those wide eyes, desperate to know how he could help you. “Could I maybe stay with you tonight?” you asked timidly, chewing on your lip as your gaze fell to the sheet beneath you, mentally preparing yourself for what was inevitably going to be his rejection.

“With me?” he questioned quickly, mouth hanging open in shock.

A small nod was the only response you could give.

“But I- You’re not scared that I might-”

“I’m not scared of the Hulk,” you huff an almost laugh at the very thought, mind filling with images of how you had joked with the green so called monster whilst fighting the God that had once taken over your mind. Perhaps it was the benefit of the battle field, but with Hulk on the same side as you you had found yourself confident, not a sliver of fear for the being as you worked together to take down the aliens that threatened your home.

It took you a moment to realise he hadn’t responded, you mind still focused on the few positive memories you had from the whole Loki debacle. But when you did your gaze slowly trailed upwards to his dumbstruck expression. You could see the cogs working away in his mind as he tried to remember every encounter you had experienced together, not once with any amount of fear on your features. A slow smile pulled at the edges of his lips, just enough to make you feel you could breathe freely once more. Perhaps you weren’t going to be kicked out after all.

Standing up, but not letting go of your hands, he glanced desperately around the room for something. “I don’t have any blankets,” he spoke as if it were the most irritating thing he had ever had to experience. “I don’t really use them, he, well, you know, I run warm,” he explained awkwardly, his free hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he tried to think.

“I’ll be fine,” you reassured him quickly, a small smile playing on your own lips as realisation kicked in. “Wait, does that mean I can stay?”

“Of course.”

[gvbejvmes]

Drabble-a-thon: Four, Song

Title: Like a Cole Porter Song Rating: PG-13 Relationships: Gabriel/Johnny, Johnny & Kaleidoscope Johnson, the Alphabet City Art Collective Trigger Warnings: None?  Brief Summary: Well, did you evah? What a swell party this is.

“Are you sure I have to be here?” Johnny asked, looking completely and totally uncomfortable. He looked absolutely gorgeous in his linen suit, and if they were going to a 20’s themed party at anyone else’s house he’d be fine, but they were going to Kaleidoscope Johnson’s Annual 30th Birthday Party at his Upper East Side Penthouse. 

It wasn’t that his husband didn’t get alone with his mentor. It was more like his mentor made him very uncomfortable, To be fair, the first time they met had been… eventful and there had been slightly more groping on Kale’s part than Gabe had anticipated. Ever since that first meeting Johnny was just a little… wary around the older man.

Gabe snorted, already wishing he hadn’t taken Kale up on his dare and had opted for a linen suit, too. Don’t get him wrong. He knew his legs looked fabulous in his flapper dress, he just was a little cold and a little wishing that he’d worn nylons and not gone commando. He felt a little like a frat boy, and was already uncertain about how he was going to sit down without giving anyone a free show. 

“You know the rules, Jay. If you don’t have a date for Kale’s birthday gala, he pairs you up with another single for the night. And Velvet had to go to Seattle for her sister’s wedding. Otherwise, no offense, baby, but she would have been my first choice in date.” 

His husband sighed. “I still think she made that up, and don’t try to show me her Instagram posts again.” He said as they walked into Kale’s penthouse, which felt a hell of a lot like walking back in time. If he didn’t know any better he would have thought they actually were in the 20′s or 30′s. Everyone was decked out in their 20’s finest. Everywhere was gold, and glitter, and booze. So much booze. Or more specifically so much fucking champagne. There was even a live jazz band. When Kale threw a party, he didn’t know how to be subtle. He always went all out and then some. Fuck, there was even a receiving line.

The party was already in full swing because when he and Johnny walked in there were only a couple of other people ahead of them. When they got to the head of the line, Kale was sitting in a huge golden oak rocking chair in a white linen suit, a matching hat perched on the top of his head. There were stacks of gifts on either side of him. “Oh, look at you!” He squealed in delight, making spin motions with his hands. “Do a twirl for daddy, and I’ll give you a treat.”

He could feel his husband blinking and staring at Kale. “Well, that’s disturbing.”

Laughing, Gabe gave a twirl so he could see the full extent of Gabe’s outfit. “It’s your birthday, Kale. We’re supposed to be giving you gifts.” He pointed out with a raised eyebrow, but he wasn’t going to lie, Kale did give the best presents.

Kale grinned. “Oh, Gabey. You brought me the best present. You always bring the best presents.” His eyes went over Gabe’s shoulder, obviously staring at Johnny. “Do I get to touch or is it just for looking?”

“There will be no touching!”

His husband almost sounded hysterical. Gabe turned, and pressed a kiss to his husband’s mouth before turning back to Kale. “You said something about having a present for me?” 

“That’s right. Your gift.” They were both ignoring the indigent sounds coming from Johnny. Reaching behind him, he produced a long thin box and handed it to Gabe. “For you, Gabey. And it works.” 

Opening the box, he found a long cigarette holder. “Oh, Kale!” He grinned and pulled it out of the box, tossing it to the side with his friend’s gifts. “It’s perfect.”

Kale offered him a benevolent smile before waving a hand in their direction. “Go on, enjoy the party.”

Taking Johnny’s hand they went directly to the bar. “See? It wasn’t that bad.” They didn’t have to even order, the bartender just handed them two drinks.

“I was told that both your glasses are to remain full of giggle juice all night.”

They both took a sip, and then immediately looked at each other. “And this is why we didn’t drive.” Gabe said before taking another sip. 

Before Johnny could say anything, Steven, the annoying twink from the collective, approached with Katie, a no nonsense middle aged woman and another member of the collective.”There you are, Gabey!” And, ah, Steven must have also been on Kale’s list of people he wanted the bartenders to get very very drunk. “Kale has an assignment for us.”

“The party isn't at a Kale appropriate level yet.” Katie explained. “We need to play ‘well, did you ever.’”

Gabe groaned. “No.” 

Katie grinned. “Yep.” She linked arms with Johnny. “C’mon, handsome.”

“Sorry, baby!” Gabe called out as he downed his drink and waited for it to be replaced with a fresh one before letting Steven link arms with him and dragged him into the crowd of people. Not quite knowing what to do with his cigarette holder, he tucked it behind his ear. 

“Have you heard? Professor Munch ate his wife and divorced his lunch?” 

Two people turned and looked at Steven in complete and utter surprise, which was Gabe’s cue to act completely ridiculous. It wasn’t exactly difficult given how he was dressed. “Well, did you eva’.” He drawled out before smirking at one of the guests and giving them a small curtsey. “What a swell party this is.”

They left behind the surprised and laughing couple before moving further into the group. “Have you heard that poor dear Blanche got run down by an avalanche?” Steven asked once they were in front of another large group of people. 

Gabe grinned when people turned around to look at them. “Oh, don't worry, she’s a game girl you know, got up and finished 4th.” He gave a salacious wink to the small audience they’d acquired.“That girl’s got guts.” He said, which earned a round of laughs. 

“Well, did you eva’.” Steven laughingly called out, which caused more giggles. 

And that was the point of this game. The whole point of the game was to say ridiculous things until party guests started laughing and having as good of a time as the drunk idiots running around the party were. Kale would be coming out soon to really kick off the party. He just needed them to spice things up a little bit. And then… the music changed, which Gabe knew meant that it was show time for Kale.

Scanning the crowd of bodies, he couldn’t find his husband, which made him groan. That couldn’t be a coincidence.There was no way in hell that was a coincidence. Shit. Where was Johnny???

The lights around the jazz band dimmed, and Gabe quickly finished his drink and set it down on a nearby server’s tray. Steven was still attached to him, so he passed him off to a stranger before moving towards the stage area in time to see Kale step onto the stage in a bright red suit. God, how many outfit changes was he going to have?  Last year he had five.

“You could have a great career, and you should.” He crooned out, and Gabe’s stomach dropped. His mom had been a Cole Porter aficionado. He knew what song this was, and his husband was going to kill him. “Yes, you should. Only one thing stops you dear: You're too good; Way too good!”

And suddenly Katie was pushing Johnny onto the stage and into Kale’s arms. “Fuck.” A waiter pressed another drink into Gabe’s hand and if it hadn’t been for the bubbles he would have downed it. Instead he finished it in three big gulps as Kale continued to sing. 

“If you want a future, darlin', Why don't you get a past? 'Cause that fateful moment's comin' at last…”

Gabe winced at how uncomfortable Johnny looked. Oh, he was going to have to make it up to him. He knew Kale enjoyed making Johnny uncomfortable, but this was on a whole new level. He was suddenly glad that he hadn’t gotten his mentor a gift because this was ridiculous.

“We're all alone, no chaperone can get our number. The world's in slumber -- let's misbehave!!!”

The crowd around Gabe cheered as Kale dipped Johnny, going in for a kiss and somehow Johnny managed to squirm out of his grasp and landed on his ass. Shit, everyone around them thought this was scripted. He set his empty down and made it to the stage in time to see Johnny scramble to his feet. But he wasn’t running away. He was staying on stage. Wait... was this scripted? 

“There's something wild about you child that's so contagious. Let's be outrageous--let's misbehave!!!”

Gabe made it to the stage in time to see Kale pull Johnny back into his arms. His husband still looked uncomfortable, but he wasn’t running away. He looked like he was... humoring him? And then he... he... winked. What the fuck! 

“When Adam won Steve’s hand he wouldn't stand for teasin'. He didn't care about those apples out of season.”

The people around Gabe were laughing and cheering, but he still had no idea what the hell was going on. Once again, Kale tried to kiss Johnny, and once again Johnny got away from him. And this time, Johnny slipped off the stage and right into Gabe’s arms, looking like the cat who ate the canary. 

“They say that Spring means just one thing to little lovebirds. We're not above birds. Let's misbehave!”

Kale made some comment about him being a spoilsport, but Gabe only had eyes for his husband. It took him far too long to realize that they’d started dancing to Kale’s singing. Fuck, what had been in those drinks? His arms were looped around Johnny’s neck while Johnny’s arms were wrapped around Gabe’s waist. “What was that?” He asked in total and complete confusion. “When did you and Kale rehearse that?” 

Instead of responding, his husband just pulled him closer. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He said, looking slightly traumatized. 

Gabe laughed. “You’re full of surprises, baby.” He said before burying his face into the crook of Johnny’s neck, his cigarette holder clattering to the ground by their feet.

The other man’s lips pressed against his ear, and he crooned out softly, “You know my heart is true, and you say you for me care... Somebody's sure to tell, but what the hell do we care? Let’s misbehave.”

Pulling back to get a better look at him, Gabe shook his head. “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

There wasn’t a response, but he didn’t expect there to be one.

First Song: Well, Did You Evah? Second Song: Let’s Misbehave

[wonderlandmind4]

Delicate Stages Drabbles: 18

Teach Them How to Say Goodbye

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: Drabbles following Delicate Stages. Looking into the life of Bucky and Ana.

Warnings: Wow. There’s absolutely no bad language in this one. That’s the first. A little fluff. The beginning.

Words: 3,026

A/N: Hi. So. Here it is….the beginning of the end…game….(Do not read unless you’ve read Delicate Stages first)

The moment Ana and Bucky arrive at the palace, is the moment Ana is dragged away by one of the medical scientists. She knows she missed her vitals and energy level check up the other day, mainly due to nausea and the ever growing feeling of energy. Instead, she had snuggled against Bucky’s chest while he gently rubbed circles over her stomach, which lulled her to sleep.

Now, Ana keeps an eye on Bucky as he shoots an encouraging smile over his shoulder before he continues to the landing pad. Nervous trills of energy tingle throughout her veins, though Ana can’t decipher if it’s from the upcoming fight or being away from Bucky for more than two minutes. She chews her lip until her levels are recorded, nearly falling off the table in her hast to meet Bucky.

“Mrs. Barnes,” The Medical Scientist speaks up with concern, making her halt. “Your stress levels are climbing. This is not good for your body, especially in your current predicament. I would like to take an-“

“Later, please?” Ana begs, beginning to walk back. “I just need to be with my husband, is all. I feel fine, I promise.”

The usual kind man looks skeptical, but after a moment of hesitation, he nods. Ana smiles then quickly exits the lab. She barely catches the tail end of Bucky’s quip as he greets Steve with a hug. Steve, with a full-grown bread he didn’t have the last time they saw him. Ana catches the people standing just behind him and she picks up her pace, bypassing the two men and launching herself straight into Natasha’s open arms.

“Nat!” Ana cries, overjoyed with seeing her friend after a year.

“My favorite Barnes!” Natasha greets fondly, squeezing her tight.

She hears Bucky make an indigent noise behind her, before a pair of bigger arms wrap around them both.

“I guess I’m just ignored now? That’s cold, Ana.”

Ana pulls back enough to see Natasha roll her eyes, shoving Sam away from them. Ana turns to give him a proper hug, laughing into his shoulder.

“I could never ignore my favorite wing man,” She promises, tapping her fingers against his folded wings on his back before they break apart.

“It’s pretty easy, actually,” Bucky inputs, sounding much closer to her now. His tone is also fond, though he’d probably never admit that.

“He’s not giving you trouble right?” Sam questions sternly, though his eyes shine with mirth.

“No more than usual,” She winks.

Then she spots Wanda, her arm wrapped around Vision’s waist. Wanda gives her a tiny, exhausted smile as Ana makes her way over to them. She gives them each a hug, double checking if they are both alright, especially after her friend gives her the tightest, a little shaky, embrace. Bruce Banner gives her an awkward wave, making her roll her eyes and wrap her arms around him too. The energy she feels within him leaves her breathless, but she doesn’t ask about it, figuring she’ll know soon enough. Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes is next, shooting Ana a bright smile after a brief hug.

“Everyone doing alright?” She questions, worry settling in her heart. She can feel an underlying emotion of fear, dread. She eyes the advanced orthotic on Rhodes lower body.

He notices, tapping the side. “Tony made it specifically for me. Took some getting used to, but it makes me look badass.”

A bright laugh escapes Ana’s mouth, glad to see that despite his situation, the Colonel is in good spirits. Before the conversations can carry on, they are all being invited inside by T’Challa, him and the guards leading the way.

Ana can read Bucky’s energy before his fingers slip through hers. It feels, nervous. She attempts a reassuring smile towards him, then presses a quick peck to his left shoulder; vibrainum cool under her lips.

Natasha walks past them, pauses, turns and tilts her head. Her ever sharp green eyes scan Ana’s body. “Ana, are you…glowing?”

“It’s her thing now,” Bucky responds with a smirk.

She opens her mouth to answer, but a sharp surge of energy shoots up her spine. She presses her free hand to her chest, nearly doubling over before Bucky holds her firmly by the arms. She’s gasping, trying to control the strange chaos in her chest, reaching out to grip Bucky’s vest to steady herself. He instructs her to count her breaths quietly, pressing his forehead to hers so she can copy his own breathing.

“There you go, sweetheart,” He praises softly, hands rubbing up and down her arms. “Alright?”

Nodding, Ana straightens up, offering the best smile she can to her concerned husband. “Yeah, good. It’s just…stronger.”

Bucky frowns.

“Are you okay, Ana? What was that?” Natasha inquires carefully, curious wrinkle between her brows.

“I’m fine, promise.”

“Maybe you should stay-“ Bucky begins. He’s quickly cut off with a heat look from Ana. “Right. Let’s just go inside then.”

Natasha looks as if she wants to say more, but she moves pass them. Ana cups Bucky’s jaw, scratching his beard lightly before pressing her thumb to the corner of his mouth to raise his lip up. He chuckles, eyes soft as he wraps his fingers around her wrist.

“I just worry about you, Annie,” He breathes into her palm.

“I know. I worry about you too. I am worrying about you now,” She confesses. She brings his face closer to hers, pressing a light kiss to his mouth. “We should be inside. Important things to discuss.”

Bucky kisses the tip of her nose, lacing their fingers together. “Let’s go then.”

*

A plan of action has been set. Bruce had explained everything he knows and what he saw; a giant purple Titan with an alien army who thinks he is right. Bruce even tells them his hunch of where Thor might be. Shuri is doing something fancy with the Mind Stone embedded in Vision’s forehead, Wanda hovering close by, and Bruce looking on with interest. Steve is still chatting with T’Challa, some of the Dora Milaje including General Okoye and Ayo.

Ana had to step away, retreating to her work space within the lab, Bucky trailing right behind her. She fiddles with the rings on her fingers, barely containing the heavy atmosphere of emotions and nervous energy. It doesn’t add too well with the storm cloud that had been brewing for months with the apparent war for the fate of the Earth. She presses her hands over her stomach and her chest.

With every passing second, what she feels grows worse. Her veins singe like they’re burning, her heartrate is picking up. Before she can panic, a soft sense of comfort washes over her right as Bucky takes her hand. He tangles their fingers together, lifting hers to press a gentle kiss against the scars of her wrist.

Instantly, the tension eases from her shoulders. She watches as Bucky places a kiss to each of her knuckles, then he pulls her closer, softly pressing his lips over her eyebrow. Ana traces the lines of his left arm with the fingers he isn’t holding, grounding herself.

“Breathe, Annie Doll,” Bucky murmurs, lifting her chin with his metal fingers. His eyes are calm as he stares into hers; shifting like they do when he counts the gold speck. His irises the color of the unique rocks that surround the mineral spring; a cool grayish-blue. Almost as if his eyes sense the ominous clouds over them.

Nodding, she does as she’s told, inhaling and exhaling deeply. “Are you feeling alright?” She checks after a good two minutes.

Bucky narrows his eyes suspiciously. “I’m fine, darlin’. Don’t you dare think about changing anyone’s energy. Especially mine.”

He adds a good-natured poke to her nose just to make her scrunch it. She gently tugs his hair, a bit wavy now that it’s dried.

“Promise,” Ana smiles, pressing a fleeting kiss to his jaw.

“Do you just want to stay here until it’s time?” He questions somberly. Ana nods. “Here, sit down.”

“No, you sit,” Ana insists, guiding him over to one of the medical tables instead of her desk. “It’s more comfortable, and you’ll need the rest.”

“So do you,” Bucky grins, tugging her between his legs after he sits.

“I’m not an invalid, honey,” She teases.

“Not at all, just my best wife and best girl, who is-“

Ana gasps abruptly, a sense of chaotic energy pulling at her chest again. Bucky’s hands firmly hold her steady by her hips. The moment passes quickly. Twice within the spa of ten minutes.

“I’m okay,” She reassures once she sees the panic in his eyes.

“If you’re going to feel this the entire time, Ana,” Bucky begins reluctantly, “maybe you should stay in the apartment and-“

“No, absolutely not.”

“Annie-“

“James.” Ana snips, giving him a glare. Bucky’s mouths snaps shut, but the corners pull up just a tad. “You refuse to allow me to fight, even though you know I will be more protected than anyone with the rings. I won’t be on the battlefield, this is as close to you as I can get.”

“I just…I know you’re angry about it, but I can’t just let you go, not with this threat and with your-“

Ana cuts him off by sharply tugging his hair. He pouts.

“Worth a try?” He shrugs, offering her a sheepish grin. “Even with your stubbornness?”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Snowflake.”

Suddenly the teasing mood is gone as they continue to hold each other’s gazes. Ana carefully runs her fingers through Bucky’s soft hair, watches as his lashes flutter from her touch. He keeps his hands on her hips, fingers sneaking under her shirt to rub soothing circles over her navel and hipbones.

Neither of them knows how much time passes. A sense of urgency settles over the room, but they ignore it, or try to. Ana can feel the prickle of Bucky’s nerves beginning to break through; can practically hear his thoughts and worry. His fear, and she knows, it isn’t fear for himself. It’s fear of something reaching her in the Lab. All the surrounding voices fade into background noise as Ana inhales slowly.

She hugs Bucky close to her, his forehead pressed to her stomach, just between her ribs. His grip is tight, the only visible sign of anxiety coming from him. Internally, she feels different whirls of emotions with each passing second. Ana is almost sick to her stomach because she doesn’t have a good inkling about this. Between everyone in the room, the darkening threat, and Bucky trying to hold back but failing. She tightens her arm around his shoulders, the hand that was brushing his hair slips to the back of his head.

With a tiny defeated sigh Bucky releases, Ana finally gives in. She slowly morphs his energy around, hoping to at least find an ounce of courage and positivity in herself and convey it to her husband. The thing is, she is on the brink of her own anxiety attack because it just fully hit her.

Bucky is about to go off to fight another war. She knows how long he’s just wanted peace and happiness; after all the shit he has been through. He just wants to manage their little farm and play with the goats, Cat, the children, for the rest of his life, and now. Now it’s shattered. His peaceful, blissful life- their peaceful, blissful life- is shattered.

Bucky’s fingers dig into her hips as he shifts his head to peer up at her. His beautiful blue eyes narrow at her dubiously. She meets his glare, quirking an eyebrow. He straightens up, now level with her chest, snaking his hand from her hip up to her side, until his palm is resting directly over her heart.

“I told you not to do that, Annie,” Bucky murmurs, his breath causing goosebumps along her skin. “You shouldn’t be wasting your own energy.”

“Shhh, let me do this for you,” She whispers, moving her hands to cup his cheeks. “Please.”

He nods in submission, bringing his hands up to catch hers and thumbing over the rings. “Turns these on the second I leave.”

Ana goes to respond, but the same feeling she’s been getting shoots through her chest and up her spine again. It’s stronger this time. As if her body can feel them getting closer. Her stomach rolls, her body tenses, Bucky pulls her tighter to him.

“You can feel them.” Bucky states quietly.

Ana shuts her eyes, and nods.

“Buck,” Steve’s voice breaks their little bubble. “It’s time.”

They both glance over at him, a hint of guilt gleaming in Steve’s eyes. Bucky nods as Ana bites her lip. When they meet each other’s gazes once more, a split moment passes before Ana dips her head down the same time Bucky leans up. Their lips connect firmly, her fingers gripping the roots of his hair. It tastes like a goodbye and she loathes it. It feels final, and despite knowing how dangerous this fight is going to be, she refuses to see it as a farewell.

Abruptly, Bucky slides off the table, standing to his full height, never breaking their kiss. Ana just follows his lips, her hands dropping to hug around his shoulders. He presses his thumbs into the sides of her stomach as his hands pull her even closer. A soft, gentle tongue swipes across her bottom lip, opening her mouth slightly to taste him, before they break apart.

“Is this what going off to war feels like?” Ana mutters shakily against his lips. Her heart clenches.

She hears Bucky’s breath stutters in his chest. His hand comes up to cup her jaw. “This feels worse.” There’s a short pause. “Real?”

Ana huffs. “Yes. You are. Unfortunately, this situation is too.”

“I just feel you, Annie.”

The tenderness of Bucky’s voice makes tears sting in her eyes. She swallows the thickening lump forming in her throat. She squeezes his shoulders, hoping he can carry the weight of her fingers with him.

“Always feel you,” Ana murmurs back.

“Guys, I’m so sorry, but we gotta get moving,” A reluctant Steve urges.

“One more minute,” Bucky replies, keeping his eyes locked on Ana’s.

She sees them shift back and forth, and she know he’s counting the dots again. Ana moves her hands, holding his face between them.

“You be careful, Snowflake,” She commands lowly. “I mean, it. Run if you need to. I’m safe here, don’t get distracted,” She kisses him briefly. “You come back to me. Got it?”

“I swear to you,” Bucky tells her with such conviction, she has no doubt. “I love you.”

Ana blinks, her vision beginning to blur with tears. “I love you, Bucky.”

They share another tender kiss, then Bucky steps away from her; his eyes look like it pains him to do so. His fingers trail down her jaw, her neck, over her pounding heart, down her stomach and hip. He takes her hand, squeezes three times, and then he’s turning, walking towards the landing dock.

Ana turns her back, not being able to watch him go; because she can’t. She’s ready to help Shuri with Vision in any way she can, but Steve is standing in her way. She opens her mouth to say something, but the gentle yet amused look in his eye halts her. She frowns, until he nods his head up.

Before she can fully turn, strong arms wrap around her, and a searing kiss is pressed firmly against her mouth. Bucky dips her back, fully supporting her weight in his strong arms. Ana can’t help but smile at his dramatics, though it makes her heart flutter and her stomach curl with heat. She grips his shoulders, fingers digging into flesh and metal and cloth.

“You’re ridiculous,” She chuckles against his mouth.

Bucky hums, slowly straightening them again. “For you, doll face. Always for you.”

Then he’s leaving again, but he’s throwing a wink over his shoulder. Ana smiles brightly until he turns his face forward, then her smile drops, as does her heart. She really doesn’t have a good feeling, and with each passing minute, the energy surrounding them grows worse.

She feels a firm, comforting hand squeezing her shoulder. It’s a brief gesture, a silent goodbye as Steve moves to walk past her. Suddenly, she jerks her hand out, grabbing his hand and halting his steps. Her eyes are still on Bucky’s retreating back.

“Steve,” Ana whispers, trying to tamper the quiver in her voice. Her eyes slide over to his stoic face. “Bring my husband back to me.”

Steve faces her, gripping her hand tight. “I swear to you, I will.”

Then he pulls her into a hug, and she hasn’t had someone who has felt like a brother in so long, but Steve has become just that. Her brother. And it’s not just her husband that’s walking off to fight against these aliens, to save the world. It’s her entire family.

It’s Steve who had became her rock for ten, long lonely and heartbreaking months. It’s Sam and Natasha. It’s Bruce who she hasn’t seen in nearly two years. It’s T’Challa and Okoye and M’Baku, people who have accepted her and Bucky into their humble home. It’s Wanda, who was forced to grow up so fast, and is now still fighting to protect the one she loves.

 It’s Vision willingness to sacrifice himself if the time comes. It’s Shuri who is doing everything in her power to help him. It’s Tony, who she hasn’t heard from, but she knows. Part of the feeling she has, is because he’s out there putting his life on the line.

They all are.

“Stay safe, Steve,” Ana tells him against the patch with the missing star on his suit.

“You too,” He responds lowly.

Steve releases her then, sharing one last look before he follows after Bucky.

Ana inhales deeply, pressing her hand to chest as if she can feel Bucky’s heartbeat within her. Then, she turns to assist Shuri, ignoring the prickling of energy warning her.

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A/N: I am possibly taking a short hiatus for the rest of march. I suddenly lost a co-worker, someone I became quick friends with. My mom is have a major surgery in two weeks as well. So, March will be a tough time. Please be patient with me as I update these Drabbles and my other fics. Thank you guys for being amazing and reading my stuff <3 <3 <3

[koreanboyswriting]

Yoongi Scenario or Fanfic? Yoongi have a collab with a foreign female producer, and they fall in love with each other during will working together.

Welp, if you meant you wanted them to have sex, that’s what I did. Falling in love just wasn’t working out while I was writing it so I just decided a good old smut would be equal, right? Lol I hope you like it hun!

Yoongi Producer Scenario

Words: 2.4k

Genre: Smut, smut, and oh guess what? More smut.

❌ Warnings: 18+, sexual language ❌

You had been a nervous wreck all week. Today you were meeting Min Yoongi also known as SUGA from the worldwide famous boy group BTS. You were mixing a new song for them with Colombia Records and Yoongi would be meeting you in the studio to help you produce the beat while the other members met with Steve Aoki and worked on other projects. You had no idea how you were supposed to conduct yourself. Should you bow when he walked in? He was older than you and that was customary in Korea, but maybe he wouldn’t expect that from you since you were in the States. You sat in the studio twiddling your thumbs trying to decide what you would do when he came in.

You had obviously gotten there way early to set everything up before he got there but getting there an hour early was probably excessive. You had worked with so many artists by now and had met some really famous people, you even helped produce songs for Dua Lipa and Camila Cabello but something in the air made this feel different. You tried to tell yourself that it was just because you more comfortable working with women, but it might have been that there was a lot riding on this for your company and you didn’t want to mess a single thing up.

You fiddled with your hair and picked at nonexistent lint on your black pants as you waited. You fidgeted with your hair tucking it behind your ear over and over again and turned your coffee cup in circles on the desk waiting anxiously till it was twelve o’clock. As noon came and went the anxiety left your body and now you were slightly annoyed. At twelve thirty Min Yoongi blew into the room and sat down quickly in the chair next to you and dipped his head.

“I am so sorry,” he said breathlessly. “Our driver was late and then we had to drop the other guys off and it was kind of crazy.”

You took a second to adjust. He came in so fast you didn’t even have to worry about whether or not to bow, but you recovered quickly and accepted his apology.

“No worries…” you trailed off. “Should we get started then?”

Yoongi nodded vigorously and opened up his bag and proceeded to take out a laptop, a large pair of Beats, and a flash drive with his BT21 character as a key chain dangling on it.

“So, this was the demo I think you gave me, and I made a small change to the underlying beat and I wanted to know if you liked it.” He said, balancing the laptop on his knees.

“Um, yeah sure, cool.” You had not expected him to come with beats already changed but the preparedness of him was exciting no one had ever come to you with ideas so fully fledged out. You moved your coffee cup out of the way, and he set his laptop down on the empty space between the sound boards and plugged the connecter cable on his laptop into the sound equipment. He moved the knobs slightly on the boards and turned up the sound a tad and then played the beat you had mixed over the speakers.

It sounded the same, but not. The beat you had made was more upbeat and lively but he had changed the guitar beat in the background to a minor chord progression instead of a major giving the whole beat a new haunting melody. You bobbed your head along to the beat feeling out of place in it for a second.

Yoongi was watching you with vivid eyes, analyzing your every expression. After a minute you leaned over and turned the volume knob down a fraction, so it was just background music. You hesitated for a second and then decided that being blunt would most likely be appreciated by Yoongi. You inhaled deeply and then spoke, “I think you lost the integrity of the song in over producing the underbeats.”

Yoongi looked affronted, then he recovered and leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs and smirked, “is that so?” He asked simply.

You smiled, “Yeah, it was meant to be a pop-y love song with acoustic guitar undertones, almost singer-songwriter sounding. And you lose all the great quiet guitar riffs in the grand piano solos.”

“Well we’ve done pop love songs. I came here to do something different.” He said, still smirking.

You licked your lips and laughed breathily, “Well then, that’s been accomplished, the song definitely isn’t pop anymore, but it isn’t good either.”

Yoongi laughed loudly and shook his head, “Alrighty then, what do you suggest?”

You just smiled, rewound the track and listened to it again in its entirety, Yoongi watching you all the while in silence with his chin resting in his hand. You tuned down the loudness of the piano and messed around with the keyboard till you had stripped down the complicated piano verses to their bare bones and the inserted them back in. Then you added the sweet guitar riffs you had originally had in the song to the end and had it fade out. Once you were finished you turned up the volume a little and played the song again. Yoongi nodded along, a small smile on his face and then paused it as soon as it finished.

“Well, I like it.” He said.

“Hmm.” You said smirking.

“But—”

“What do you mean but?” You said indigently.

“But,” He said holding out the sound longer than necessary, “I think that the piano needs to cut off here,” He moved the cursor and started clipping pieces. “So that for the bridge it cuts into just the guitar, then builds back up with the piano and finishes softly again with just the guitar fading out.”

You made a fake thinking face as if really considering the idea and he laughed at you.

“I like it,” you said, nodding vigorously.

Yoongi laughed loudly, and you both spent the next two hours clipping pieces and adding new ones. Messing around with the instruments and adding new clips entirely and then taking them out, then trashing the original ideas you had and then building them back in again, and by the time you were finished, you had a hauntingly sweet love song. You got up from the rolling chairs you were each sitting in and collapsed on the couch that sat against the wall behind all the sound equipment. Yoongi got up and followed you and collapsed on the opposite end of the couch, his arms behind his head as he stretched his legs out across the floor. You rubbed your eyes hard and combed your fingers through your hair. When you opened your eyes again, Yoongi was staring at you.

“That was probably one of the best producing sessions I’ve ever had, thank you.” He said simply.

You blushed and combed your fingers through your hair again, “Wow, um, thank you. Same here I felt like we really connected with the song creatively.”

Yoongi smiled and got up and sat back in the chair again. He got a microphone that was sitting on the side of the sound board and turned it on, he synced it up the computer and hit record as he hit play on the song. He hummed quietly along with the beat and then started rapping softly after the first chorus ended. He was just barely speaking into the microphone his rough timbre gliding over the track like it was meant to be in there in the first place. The Korean words sounded beautiful as the left his lips, and even though you had no idea what he was saying the fit into the track like puzzle pieces. After the second chorus started to pick up again, he ended the recording and turned off the mic and set it down.

You pushed yourself up into a sitting position and looked at him stunned, “That was beautiful, did you just freestyle that.”

Yoongi scratched the back of his neck and nodded.

“That’s amazing, the flow you had and how easily it fit into the beat, I could never do that. That was seriously so good.”

Yoongi blushed a little at your words and sat next to you on the couch again, although this time much closer. “Well, I had a little inspiration.” He said quietly and shrugged, a smile playing on his lips.

He wasn’t too far from you, all you had to do was lean a little bit over and you would be kissing. You looked from his eyes down to his lips and when you looked back into his eyes it was almost like he read them. He cupped the side of your face and pressed his lips into yours. You had no idea what you were doing but you went with it anyway tangling your fingers into his dark black hair. He slid his hands from your face down to your waist and pulled you closer, so your bodies were pressed together. Your entire body warmed and all you wanted to do was kiss him forever. He was nipping at your body lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth so smoothly, and you melted open for him. Caressing his face between your hands feeling his hard chest against yours.

He leaned forward a little, pushing you down onto the couch and settling his body on top of yours. You opened your legs, so he was settled in between them comfortably, as he moved from your lips down your neck. He pressed feather light kisses onto your neck and across your collarbones. He slid his hand up your body and pulled your collar slightly to the side, so the top of your breast was exposed, and he placed a sloppy kiss on it as you sighed. He nipped at the same spot with his teeth and then sucked it into his mouth for a second, leaving a small red circle on the skin when he released it. He did the same to the other side and then trailed tiny wet kisses up your neck again until he reached your lips and the kisses became fervent.

He slid his hands underneath you and pulled you tightly against him, the friction between your bodies sending fire straight down between your legs. You moved your fingers roughly through his hair to his upper back as you dug your fingers into his skin pulling them upward. He groaned into your mouth and started grinding his hips into your own. You gasped at how hard he was and moved your hips to his rhythm until your kisses weren’t kisses anymore, just breathless pecks. He moved down your body pressing the feather light kisses down your neck again.

He hiked up your shirt and started licking and kissing his way down your torso till he got to your pants. He looked up at you, his beautiful eyes looking mischievous under his dark eyelashes. “Can I?” He asked, his voice a rasp. You nodded and licked your lips as he looked down your pants and undid the button slowly. He slid down the sipper ever so slowly and dipped his hand underneath your lace underwear and teased your clit. The slight touch sending a shiver throughout your body causing you to gasp quietly. He smiled up at you again under his lashes as he removed his hand and stuck the finger that touched you into his mouth. All you could do was breath heavily as he cupped your ass and slid your pants and underwear down your legs slowly.

He sat back on his knees as he pulled them all the way off, taking off your heels and setting them on the ground carefully as well. He held your bent left leg in the air and started kissing his way down your ankle towards your thigh. Alternating between light kisses and licking long stripes along your skin, when he got to your inner thigh you were a quivering mess. He pressed light kisses around your heat and finally two soft ones right on your clit, sending your entire body on fire. He laid down on his chest, his head between your legs, grasping your thighs tightly and pushing them up into your chest as he made languid licks along your clit.

He pressed his tongue between your folds and flicked it upward over and over, while you tried to quiet your breathing. When your legs started shaking, he sucked your clit into his mouth and squeezed your thighs roughly as he flicked your clit with his tongue over and over sending spikes of pleasure throughout your body. You bit your lip to keep from gasping out loud as he inserted his tongue inside of you, humming onto your heat, which sent a new wave of shivers through your body, your nipples hardening in response. He moved his tongue in and out of you, applying just the right amount of pressure, and right when you were about to come, he sucked your clit into his mouth again, flicking it mercilessly with his tongue as you covered your mouth to keep from screaming. He didn’t stop though as he placed his right hand on your chest to hold you down and used his left to massage your clit ruthlessly as he moved his tongue inside of you till your body was shaking in his hands and every last orgasm was rang from your body.

He kissed his way up your torso again as your body twitched underneath him and he laid his head your chest, his weight on top of you like a warm blanket. You twirled your fingers in his hair for a while, both of you just breathing quietly. Until you started laughing and couldn’t stop, Yoongi joining in until you were both breathless again and had to stop and breathe.

“Well I guess we should produce songs together more often.” You said in between laughs.

“Well, if you ever find yourself in Korea, you know where to find me.” Yoongi said. He picked his head up off your chest and pressed a kiss to your lips and you started all over again this time your name slipping off Yoongi’s lips like a prayer as you rung every last thing from his body.

[barnes-buckyb]

stay. - bucky barnes

summary: y/n never sleeps over and bucky wonders why.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: fluff mostly, sadboy!bucky

word count: ~1.3k

i’m trying to get back into writing, so enjoy!

Y/N never stayed the night. It didn't matter if they had been out until two and awake at his place until five, she always excused herself before she could fall asleep. Bucky might not have cared if she was just some girl he was messing around with, but he was starting to think that she might be the girl.

They had started dating nearly a year ago after meeting through Steve, who knew her through Tony, who knew her from a trendy coffee shop that she had worked at until last month. And as stupidy cliche it sounded, Bucky thought he might have known it at the first date. She had been telling a story that hadn't been that funny in hindsight, but the way she punctuated her sentences with bursts of bubbly laughter made him want to listen to her bad story forever.

But now that everything was going so well, he couldn't help but wonder why the hell she never stayed. It was past midnight, maybe two or three, though it was too dark to make out the numbers on his alarm clock, the only thing he knew was that Y/N had left about fifteen minutes ago. And he realized now, somewhere in his sleepy haze, that he had never actually seen her sleep. One time they'd been watching a movie, and she had dozed for a moment only to jolt awake with a lame excuse for leaving. The times he'd slept over at her house she was always out of bed long before him, looking like she'd pulled an all nighter. He had told her about his nightmares before, they had talked about them at length even, and he worried that that's what kept her away. They still came and went, but he thought they had gotten sparser and less violent in the past year. In the last month he'd only had two.

Y/N wasn't one to conceal her feelings. Bucky liked that, if she didn't state it outright she could always find a subtle way to tell him what was wrong. He considered for a second that maybe she just thought his mattress was uncomfortable. It was firmer than hers, and he knew that she preferred flannel sheets to his cotton ones. To say the possibilities consumed him would have been an understatement, for a moment he even wondered if he ought to move apartments. Sunlight was streaming into the room by the time Bucky found sleep. He'd also found a plan.

That night, he would invite over Y/N like almost always. He'd order take out from her favorite Italian place, put on her favorite movie, fool around if he was lucky, then when she tried to head home he'd offer her his softest shirt and ask her to stay the night.

When she let herself in, Bucky had been changing his sheets to flannel ones he had bought that morning. Another facet to the plan.

"Hey babe!" She greeted cheerfully as she kicked off her shoes before coming over to place a quick kiss to Bucky's cheek.

"Hey," Bucky offered as he fought against the fitted sheets.

Y/N grabbed the others corner and helped it over the mattress. "Good to see you're finally getting some comfortable sheets."

"Yours are just so nice I couldn't help it," Bucky supplied almost too quickly.

"Glad you see it my way," Y/N said, not showing it if she noticed it at all.

Bucky couldn't help but smile, she always let his faux pas go, another reason that he loved her so much.  He leaned forward, having to catch himself with his hands to give her tender kiss.

A knock on the door made him pull away.

Step one was over, she was here. Now step two, the food was here. When he came back to bedroom, Y/N had finished making the bed and was making herself comfortable while she channel surfed.

"Food," Bucky said, raising the styrofoam container.

"You're the best."

"I try."

He wasn't sure what show she had picked, he still struggled with the pop culture aspect of now. She had been offended that he wasn't sure what the difference between Criminal Minds and Law and Order was, and he was too embarrassed to question it so he usually let her take the entertainment reigns.

"Have you ever seen the pictures of Matthew Gray Gubler in like a dumb turtleneck posing with cards?" She questioned between bites of spaghetti.

They both knew full well he hadn't, but he liked her silly interjections. She could never keep quiet when a little fun fact popped into her mind.

"Can't say I have, doll," Bucky answered as he laid his head on her shoulder. Her bright eyes met his, and she leaned to plant a kiss on his forehead. "Your breath smells like garlic," he offered with fake disdain.

"So does yours," she retaliated.

The night went well. At least until midnight, when Y/N excused herself to go home to bed.

Bucky had thought through what he was going to say almost every minute they'd been together, but now she was leaving he couldn't seem to get it out.

"Don't go," he sounded especially pathetic as he reached out to catch her wrist. When she spun, and he saw the genuine look of surprise on her face and he could feel his stomach tying itself into knots.

"I really should," she said, her voice taking on a nervous edge.

"You can borrow one of my shirts," he said.

"Bucky."

"I'm-I'm not having nightmares anymore, if that's what you're worried about."

"Bucky," she repeated, her tone softening as she leaned into his touch and sat back down on the bed. Like a child to their mother, Bucky wrapped his arms immediately around her middle and tucked his head into the crook of her neck

. "First of all," she continued as her right hand gently smoothed his hair, "don't lie to me."

Bucky pulled away slightly with a look that barely contained his surprise. "How do you know?"

"I'd like the think that I know my own boyfriend well enough to know when he's not sleeping well," she said, her tone reaking of indigence.

Feeling more sheepish suddenly, Bucky blushed and stumbled around his next question. "I-um, Y/N . . . Why don't you ever stay?"

"Like sleep over?"

"Yeah . . ."

It was Y/N's turn to be sheepish. She tried to pull away from him at first, attempting in vain to wiggle from his grip, though Bucky just clung to her tighter. "Buck," she sighed, "I'm kind of a restless sleeper."

He laughed out loud at the thought, releasing her instantly. "Babe," he said between snorting, knee slapping laughter. "You're talking to king of restless sleepers."

Y/N pursed her lips and crossed her arms. "My last boyfriend literally broke up with me over it."

"And?"

"And what if you don't want to sleep in the same bed as me because I'm not easy to cuddle and I roll around and sometimes snore." Y/N wasn't looking at him anymore, her eyes focusing on some imaginary speck on the floor.

Bucky placed a hand on her cheek, pulling her gaze back to his. And for a moment, she was lost in the steely gray. "I love you, and that won't change because you aren't easy to cuddle, or because you roll around, or even if you snore."

"God, I love you so much," Y/N murmured as their lips pressed together.

[jewels2876]

Lunch Time

A/N: It’s still Back to School Week with the HBC and I’m revisiting our College AU Bucky for @the-ss-horniest-book-club

Another pop reference embedded - bonus points!

Word Count: 371

No warnings

The cafeteria was crowded as you carried a tray covered with a slice of ranch pizza, a Cherry Pepsi, and loaded fries. You balanced the tray on the two books in your right hand while trying to hoist your purse up onto your left shoulder. A hard body ran into you from behind and the tray started to fall. A pair of hands shot out and caught the tray in one hand, the other had a grip on the pop. “Gotta be careful around here,” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“How… I mean, hey! And how…?” You opened and closed your mouth a few times as Bucky led you to a table; he pulled out a chair which you took as he sat the tray down in front of you.

“Just call me your knight in shining armor,” he joked, pointing to the tinfoil wrapped around his left arm. A chorus of chuckles surrounded you; you looked at the people sitting across from you for a quick assessment. The blond guy had his arm resting behind a gorgeous redhead; another guy with a charming smile leaned across towards you while the third guy looked like he was passed out, his purple hoodie covering most of his face. Bucky took the seat next to you. “Guys this is y/n. Y/n, these are some of my friends. Steve.” The blond extended his free hand out which you shook. “Natasha, but we call her Nat.” The redhead gave you a mock salute. “Sam,” the charming smile leaned further into you, “but he’s a huge player so avoid him if you can.”

“Hey!” came Sam’s half-indigent retort.

“And the sleepy one is Clint.” His left hand waved at you.

“Hi everyone. What has Bucky told you?” You shot him a smirk. 

Steve gave you a lazy smile while Nat shot up in her seat. “He’s so crushing on you; something about going toe-to-toe with Professor Odinson being sexy. Odinson is sexy.” Nat gave you a knowing look and you had to laugh.

“He is easy on the eyes, but not my type,” you told Nat. “I like mine dark and mysterious.” Bucky coughed as Sam slapped him on the arm.

“Marry her,” Sam said.