#amazing that it didn't destroy more of Brooklyn than it did

[pianokantzart]

//your blog is so good I'm going to chew on it!! Do you... happen to have any good pics of Bowser's castle from the movie with you? For research purposes,,,

Why, thank you! Let's see...

Hope these help in your research! Also, here's a few miscellaneous pictures of that one abandoned Darklands castles for good measure.

[negative-speedforce]

platonic sentence starters ❛ do you think we’re friends in every universe? ❜ ❛ you’re interesting and different and i like that. ❜ ❛ i like being alone but i’d rather be alone with you. ❜ ❛ you’re important to me, you little shit. ❜ ❛ no offense, but you look terrible. ❜ ❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜ ❛ because you love me! duh! ❜ :)

"Because you love me! Duh!"

With: My OCs Siv, Hailey, and Jay

"In the wise words of Taylor Swift- welcome to New York." Jay grinned, dropping two suitcases on the apartment floor.

"Thank Cassandra's parents for us, will you?" Hailey hung the key on the peg by the door. "This view is amazing."

"No problem. It's been in their family for years. I tried to convince them to sell it for more- a three-bedroom condo with views of the Brooklyn Bridge has gotta be upwards of ten million these days."

"I mean, with the money I inherited when I got that stupid fucking death certificate rescinded, I probably could have paid them at least double that." Siv opened the floor-to-ceiling blinds, light flooding the front room. "Did you know my dad had over a billion dollars in offshore accounts? I have no idea if he got it legally or not, but honestly, I don't give a shit."

"Honestly? Me neither." Hailey dropped her bags on the sofa. "This place was such a steal."

"So... why Brooklyn?" Jay raised an eyebrow.

"New York doesn't really need more superheroes." Hailey squeezed her fiancee's hand. "That's why we wanted to move here. So we could scale back. Deal with city-destroying crises rather than world-ending ones."

"I want to go to art school." Siv said. "I mean, I need to finish my high school diploma first, but I'm pretty sure the knowledge I picked up just from my dad is enough to take care of that, plus at least the equivalent of a year or two of college."

"Never thought of you being an artist, but okay." Jay shrugged.

"I don't know, I want to try something new." Siv replied. "I'm trying not to live in the past anymore. I want to push myself to be something better than I was. And now that me and the Negative Speed Force are finally getting along, I won't have any more of those embarrassing incidents."

"I wouldn't call accidentally blowing up a building because you're pissed off a minor incident." Jay laughed. Siv elbowed him.

"To be fair, there was an attempted robbery and I was just trying to cash my paycheck, and I didn't blow up the entire building, I just accidentally overloaded an ATM that exploded and caused a chain reaction that made all the other ATMs explode." Siv corrected. "You should have seen that homeless guy outside, when all the money came flying out with the blast."

"Wait- that actually happened?" Hailey snorted. "That's fucking hilarious."

"I swear to god Hailey if you don't shut up now I'm leaving everything to Delilah." Siv clutched their cat close to their chest.

"What? You have to admit, it is funny." Jay replied.

"Remind me why we're friends again?" Siv rolled her eyes.

"Because you love me!" Jay elbowed Siv. "Duh."

Siv handed Delilah to Hailey. "See, I seem to remember finding some random weeb who didn't have any friends and inviting him to sit with me."

"Actually, if I remember correctly, I reached out to the friendless weirdo who everyone was terrified of because they kept getting in so many fights. And winning, of course."

"Smart addition." Siv jumped slightly as a portal opened in the floor, the rest of the suitcases and furniture being spat through to their new apartment. "Thanks, Cassandra, I guess."

"It's pronounced 'kuh-sand-rah'!" Cassandra yelled through the portal before it closed.

"That's... literally what I said." They frowned.

"You said 'cass-ahn-drah'." Jay said. "You know Cass hates that."

"Babe, where's your jacket?" Hailey asked, going through a box.

"I'm wearing it, Hailes." Siv laughed.

Hailey looked up. "I'm tired."

[between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place]

Day 1: I remember

A story told in notes

For @stucky-week 2022 day 1 for the prompt “Memories”. The fonts for Steve & Bucky were made by the amazing @otp-holic and can be found here.

Plain text versions below cut.

[a stained page from a notebook]

[a page from another notebook]

[a letter locked in a deposit box in an unnamed Swiss bank]

[a stained page from a notebook]

MAN ON THE BRIDGE I KNEW HIM

THE MISSION

CAPTAIN AMERICA STEVE??

ASSESSMENT: CRANIAL FRACTURE, THREE BULLETS TO TORSO, INTERNAL HEMORRHAGE, TARGET ELIMINATION FAILURE NO!!!

ROGERS, S.G., CAPTAIN, UNITED STATES ARMY

SOMETHING BLUE?

BLUE EYES. SMALL. ANGRY

ALLEY BEHIND THE MOVIE THEATER

WHERE?

THERE WAS RED STEVIE

BLOOD??

BLOODY NOSE, SCRUBBED KNEES

I DIDN'T WANT TO

PLEASE

I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY

[a page from another notebook]

MY NAME IS JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES

SERGEANT 32557038

MY NAME IS BUCKY

I WAS BORN ON MARCH 10TH 1917

I LIVED IN BROOKLYN, NEW YORK

MY MOTHER'S NAME WAS WINIFRED

MY SISTER’S NAME WAS REBECCA

STEVE WAS MY FRIEND

STEVE ROGERS IS CAPTAIN AMERICA

HE WAS THE MAN ON THE BRIDGE

HE SAVED ME??

BUT THAT WAS BEFORE

I PULLED HIM OUT OF THE RIVER

BUT THAT WAS AFTER

I SAVED HIM

I TRIED TO KILL HIM

I WAS ORDERED TO KILL HIM

HE WOULDN’T FIGHT ME

STUPID PUNK

I LOVED HIM

[a sheet of paper, locked in a deposit box in an unnamed Swiss bank]

Steve,

If you’re reading this, it means I failed. They found me. I did what I had to do. I finished it the only way I could. (And if I didn’t, if they got me, I know you’ll finish it for me. Please, Stevie.)

Because if you’re reading this, it also means I succeeded. I kept you safe and to my selfish heart that was always the most important thing.

I won't ask for forgiveness because I know I don't deserve that. I would ask you to stay far away from all of this, but I know you, punk, and I know you won’t.

The documents in this safe will lead you to a vault. If anyone other than you tries to enter, the contents inside will be instantly destroyed. Everything I know is in there: bases and cells. Names, accounts, missions.

Burn it all to the ground. (And piss on the ashes while you’re at it.)

One more thing. I know I'm being a selfish bastard, but I have to tell you: I remember.

I remember. Brooklyn. You. Us.

You know what the funny thing is? It matters less than I thought. I realized I don't have to remember in order to love you. I always did. I do.

I don't know a lot about the science of cells or atoms or the makeup of the universe. I know even less about souls. But I know it must be written somewhere—your name carved on the inside of my bones where they could cut me open and still never find it—because even when I didn't know my own name, I knew you.

I'll see you at the end of the line.

Yours,

JBB

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

Secrets Chapter 22

Some badly written smut.

Being Steve's wife came with several responsibilities. One of them was choosing a charity. It involved rubbing elbows with the New York elite to donate money towards important causes. You were supposed to host a charity event. You were very nervous. You stepped up to the podium with clammy hands and heart beating in your ears. You spoke about the need for a safe haven for the victims of domestic violence. The fund-raiser raised money for new premises where women and children could stay safe while rebuilding their lives.

You were aware of Steve watching you. Rebecca was by her brother's side and smiling cheerfully. You were happy that Steve had suspended a business trip so that he could accompany you to the evening event. You returned to their table. It was Rebecca's idea and interest in this charity that you got involved in. You never told Steve that you felt a great sense of empathy with the frightened women and children you had met and talked to at the shelter.

'You were terrific.' Steve told you, beaming with pride and affection. Over the past couple of months, you have seen a different side of Steve.

Rick was never mentioned, and neither was the disturbing question of all the money you had taken.

You and Steve were enjoying harmony that you both had never had in the past when he worked long hours that you were left to your own devices with no friends or social life. It was the isolation that had made you grateful for Rick's presence and friendship. But Steve had learned how to make time for you and Mattie, and he had made an effort.

Steve introduced Mattie to his uncles. Mattie loved Sam and Bucky. He always asked his father about them.

A party in the mansion had given you the excuse to plan an event. Family, friends, and employees, who had attended the dinner party had been hugely impressed, and you had already received multiple requests to manage several events.

Day by day, Mattie was thriving; his days were much more active and varied than they had been in your town, and there were far more people around to give him attention. All the admiring attention had instead gone to Mattie's head, and he had become too demanding; a solid week of toddler tantrums had ensued whenever he was told no for anything. You were amused that Steve had to force himself to be firm with his son when the little boy had thrown himself on the ground and rolled around and sobbed with a conviction that you were sure came from his father's side of the family. It was a new relationship for Steve, who never had the same close relationship with his own father.

Steve was an amazing father. He had put a lot of effort into building a good relationship with his little son. Mattie adored him and raced to greet him the minute he heard his footsteps or his voice. Steve had taken time to get to know Mattie and find out his likes and dislikes, which changed every two days. As much that it hurts you to admit, seeing the father and son duo together, you realized that you made the right decision to return to Brooklyn.

You were happy in a way you had never thought you could be again, although sometimes you felt as if this was a beautiful dream that would come to an end with a horrific nightmare. Steve took you on a long drive to an excellent little restaurant that served delicious food. As you were getting back into the car, Steve asked abruptly,

'Did Rick ever bring you up here?'

You felt your face freeze and couldn't help that solid reaction for a name that was never voiced.

'No, he didn't.' didn't,' you murmured stiffly.

He did not believe you... He hadn't forgotten or forgiven you for the imaginary betrayal, and you stared at him. You stiffened with resentment and bitterness that would destroy any reconciliation. It was a struggle to keep your emotions in check.

'I shouldn't have asked,' Steve conceded.

'I'm surprised you did. Rick has different tastes. He prefers clubs, dancing, and party life,' you reminded him.

'You like dancing,' Steve jabbed.

'After we were married, where did you take me? Oh, let me remind you, nowhere, you were too busy with your business,' You countered defiantly. You were out for blood, ready for a fight now.

Steve closed his fingers around your hand to tug you closer, and he kissed you hungrily.

You caressed his cheek, your hand moved further down to his collar.

'You shouldn't begin anything you can't finish,' you whispered.

Steve laughed and shot you a glance, his wide sensual mouth curling with amusement.

'I have every intention of finishing what I began Y/N.'

'It is going to take over an hour just to get home,' You reminded him.

A few minutes later, Steve turned his BMW off the road and pulled up outside a hotel.

'Are you serious?'

We can not have sex in the car, you may be short, but I can't fit in the backseat,' Steve confessed, moving to open the passenger seat door and extract you.

'We do not have any luggage!' you protested in self-consciousness.

Steve didn't give a damn, unlike you. He paced over to the reception desk, his head held high, and asked for a room without any embarrassment.

'You are too well known for this.' you muttered ruefully when the door closed behind you. You will be lying if you didn't admit that you were excited by Steve's boldness and the fact that you could still rile him up. Steve grinned as he reached for you again.

'After all the wine we had, I was concerned about our safety, and rather than risk continuing our journey, I did the sensible thing and took a break,' he mocked.

'Oh really, you want to take a nap?' you teased.

'We are going to take a nap, and you will enjoy every moment of our nap.' Steve winked.

Steve kissed you. He stripped off your clothes between breathless kisses, and you fought with his shirt buttons and his belt, aware of the rigid cock, rubbing it through his pants. You got down on the knees and undid his pants. You took his thick cock in your mouth and started taking him deep in your mouth, choking on his cock until tears ran through your face. Steve's hands were wrapped in your hair, encouraging you to take him deep in your mouth.

He hauled you up to him and pushed you on the bed. He forced you on all the fours, and his cock bumped into your back. He grabbed your hair again and sank his big fat cock into your wet pussy slowly. He increased the speed of the strokes, pushing his fingers between your thighs to flick your clit. It did not take you long to reach your climax, with deep, powerful strokes and Steve's continuous attention to your clit. He continued until you hit a soul-shattering second climax and your pussy squeezed his cock until he came.

'You can nap now,' You whispered generously.

Laughing, Steve cradled you close and claimed another kiss.

'I have a much better idea.'

You smiled, loving that physical closeness and relaxation and the charismatic smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he gazed down at her. You hated the surge of emotions you felt. You hated that you could no longer imagine going back couldn't. You could not picture yourself ever leaving him again. The three-month trial period was coming to an end.

Although you had only been back in Brooklyn with Steve for a brief period, Steve had broken down your emotional barriers. You started looking for him whenever he wasn't there, counting the hours till he was back. You were falling for him all over again, someone who had been programmed to hurt you…

'What's up?' Steve asked while stroking your cheek.

'Nothing,' you replied, pushing him away emotionally, and you began distracting him with sex.

Steve was distracted as soon as you climbed him, which led to another session of mind-blowing sex, and both of you drifted off to sleep with sweet exhaustion. You both arrived back at the mansion in the night. Gina, the housekeeper, gave you the news that a man had called twice asking for you but had not left his name for you to call back.

'You had no idea who could have been calling her?' Steve asked. Gina nodded.

'If it's important, he'll call again.' Steve concluded.

While you talked to Gina, Rebecca came into the foyer and spoke to her brother in a somber tone. Rebecca's playful smile was gone. You eyed Steve. He looked angry and tense.

'Did something happen while we were out?' You asked Steve.

Steve settled his pissed-off gaze on you.

'Rick came home for a visit. He's staying with Mom.' Steve replied angrily.

After dropping that bombshell, Steve said something about having work to do and, before you could say something, he was gone, and you were standing alone in the foyer…

Rick was back! It was too much of a coincidence that Steve's brother chose to make his first visit home in three years and so soon after your return to Brooklyn. You tossed and turned in the bed all night, unable to sleep while your thoughts ran wild. You wondered where Steve was and if he was actually working.

Steve was not happy with the news of his brother's arrival. You felt guilty, you remembered Steve was very fond of his younger brother and, you had played an unsuspecting part in their falling-out.

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