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I C E P R I N C E S S 11

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary:

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.

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A/n: The chapter you've been waiting for. Smut ahead. Reminder that everyone is 18 or older and consenting adults. :)

The Cabin

The day had started a little awkwardly. Everyone had to find their rooms and unpack. Sam and Bucky were rooming together, Matt and Steve, you and Sharon, and Carol was with Monica. There was a spare room for if your friend Nat decided to arrive tomorrow.

You had spoken to Bucky only briefly, he'd been acting awkward since Steve showed up. He was always so chatty but now with everyone around, it was like he reverted to not speaking as much.

But you don't miss his eyes the way they stay with yours.

Now the popcorn was popped, and the pizza was baked. Closing in a eight pm, the lights were off and the fire in the fire place was blazing. Your eyes would meet across the circle as everyone talked to each other.

At one point, you decided to go into the kitchen for a can of soda when you heard footsteps behind you.

You turned around and the blue-green eyed boy smiled at you.

"Hey." He says.

"Hey, Steve."

You feel a bit awkward as you move through the kitchen and closer to him.

"How are you doing?" He asks softly.

"I'm alright," you answer, you push a strand of hair behind your ear and cross one of your arms over your chest, "takes time, ya know?" You add a chuckle in for the sake of you me sanity. He knows you're talking about multiple things. Your break up, his cheating, your accident, your recovery. He knows you've changed in the last six months and he's admired the girl you've become. He would always respect you.

"How's skating going? I missed your last one. I'm sorry."

You swallow hard.

He sees a far away sadness in your eyes before you respond.

"It's okay." You whisper. You look away from him and to the ground, "I miss him, Stevie."

Steve reaches forward and cups the back of your neck with his right hand.

You blink away tears as his thumb runs over the scar there.

"Oh, Y/N." He says.

"I never thanked you properly for being there for me."

He smiles at you.

"I'll always be there for you."

It's then that you both hear someone walk into the kitchen. You look over to see Bucky standing in the entrance mid step.

You don't know why you overthink the situation. Maybe it's the way he eyes Steve's hand on your neck.

Bucky feels like he's suddenly intruded on something he didn't want to see, even though he had no right to not like it.

"Sorry, I didn't mean—" Bucky mumbles, about to turn back around.

"No, it's okay." Steve says, dropping his hand away from your neck, "Bucky, right?"

Bucky nods.

"I was just telling Steve about my brother," Steve is momentarily shocked, not expecting you'd be so transparent with Bucky, but he doesn't mind. If anything. It just peaks his interest. He doesn't miss the way your eyes soften and the way your voice has taken on a new tone. Bucky clears his throat, "he was there for me through it all when it happened so he knows everything."

It's meant to console Bucky. You don't know why you feel the need to justify this position and make Bucky reassured it's nothing happening. But the words do the opposite of console Bucky.

"I understand." Bucky says. He forces a smile and your eyes meet once more. You're the one that swallows hard this time, "but really it's fine. Just wanted to let you guys know they're about to start a game. I think telestrations or something."

You and Steve both nod and Bucky leaves.

Steve clears his throat and turns to you with a knowing smirk.

You frown at him.

"What?" You ask.

"He likes you."

You blush as you look away from him. You let out a small chuckle.

"No, I don't think so." You say quietly.

Bucky didn't like you. Did he?

"Please. The way he was looking at you?"

You shake your head to yourself remembering all the things Bucky said to you at the restaurant.

"He'd never like someone like me. He's said so himself."

"A sweet girl like you?" You don't say anything as you stare back at the entryway Bucky just walked out of, "and something tells me you like him, too." Your eyes flicker to his at those words.

—-

"That's not fair! You cheated!" Sam yells.

"How the hell did I cheat?" Steve exclaims with laughter.

"You and your damn drawing skills, that's how."

"This game doesn't even keep score." Carol says, "get over it." She rolls her eyes.

Sam glares at her as he reaches for the Grey Goose bottle, downing the rest of it in one go.

You raise a brow at him.

"Sore loser alert." You mumble.

Everyone laughs.

"You know what, y/l/n?" Sam says once he puts the bottle down.

"What?" You ask playfully and smirking.

He squints at you and a smile fills his face.

"You're lucky you're cool or I swear." He says.

"Alright, enough of this shit." Matt says, reaching over for the telestrations box and packing up everyone's little notebooks.

"Hey!" Sharon protests, "we weren't done."

"I don't care Sharon, let's play a real game. Anyone up for truth or dare?" Matt says with a smirk, "an X rated version?"

You're biting at your bottom lip as your eyes migrate towards Bucky on the couch next to Sam. You pull out your phone.

Let's ditch everyone. Want to see something cool?

You send him the text. You watch as he frowns when he feels the vibration in his pocket and pulls out his phone. He reads your text and smiles.

| Sure. Go ahead I'll be right behind you.

You smile as you read his response. You clear your throat as you stand up.

"I'll be right back, guys." You announce, pulling your black hoodie down.

Sharon looks up at you with furrowed brows.

"Where are you going?" She asks.

"Just outside for a bit. I'll be back." You say.

Bucky feels the butterflies in his tummy as he watches you walk out the cabin and into the night air.

He takes a sip from his Coca Cola can and then places it on the table next to him, next to a stack of Uno cards.

"Alright, who's going to start?" Matt asks, obnoxiously excited. His eyes dart over to Bucky knowingly, but Bucky's patience is wearing thin:

"I have to excuse myself, guys." Bucky says, throwing everyone except Matt a smile.

The girls all smile back at him and Sam and Steve give each other a knowing look with a small smile.

"Okie dokie." Sam shouts, "be safe out there."

Matt's face is in a hard glare as his nose flares, eyes not darting away from Bucky.

He can't help the scorn as Bucky follows behind you out the door.

"I'm tired. I think I'm gonna head to bed." Carol says, yawning.

"Me too." Steve says.

"Same." Sharon.

"You're a bunch of old people." Matt mumbles, marching away.

—-

"Where the hell are we going?" Bucky asks you, following across the large open field and into the woods.

You smile faintly.

"You'll see," you look over at him and smile. His eyes meet yours in an intense stare, and his gaze follows the bridge of your nose, "you trust me?" You ask so quietly he almost doesn't hear you.

"Yeah." He doesn't even hesitate to respond.

"Come on." You say.

You two walk for about three more minutes. Through heavy trees and over a small river that has a log connecting one side to the other as a bridge.

He halts when you stop in front of him. His eyes follow your gaze to the white building standing in the middle of an open field.

It's a white church with black shudders, completely abandoned and half falling apart.

"This is creepy." He says.

You giggle.

"You're safe, don't worry," you grab his hand and you lead him into the church. The moldy wooden floorboards creek beneath your feet as you step inside, letting the heavy black door close behind you.

You look up at Bucky. His jaw is sharp, handsomely perfect, and his eyes take in the terrifying dark space. Half the ceiling is caved in, exposing the night black sky.

"Stay here." You tell him.

"What?" There's a certain fear in his voice that you find adorable, "where are you going?" He asks as he watches you walk into the abyss of darkness.

You don't respond and Bucky shifts his weight from leg to leg anxiously. He says your name once more and nothing. He licks his lips and is about to decide to disobey your order when he hears a loud bang and a humming sound. Then he sees you perfectly clear as you walk back to him.

He can see you because there's a large chandelier hanging from the partial ceiling that he hadn't seen before and it's hundreds of bulbs glow a bright orange above you. He's speechless as his heart beats like crazy inside of his chest.

You're giving him the brightest smile he's ever seen in his life and you're glowing like the sun. You looked breathtaking.

You motioned your arms around you to show him to look around and he does. The whole church is glowing and it looks beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you.

"How—" he starts, his voice fading off.

"I found this place a couple years ago when we first started coming here."

"Alone?"

"Alone." You confirm.

"You've never showed anyone else?"

There's a beat of silence.

"No. Just you." You say.

You watch him intently as he walks up to you. He's giving you a look you can't identify. Then he smiles wide.

"I don't know if I should be scared of you or..."

You tilt your head at him.

"Or?" You ask.

You both hear a rumble and your eyes dart up to the sky. Somehow you had both moved to the center of the church.

"I don't know. Something. You're interesting." He whispers, looking back down at you.

You don't realize how close you both are. You're too caught up in this moment to tell.

"You're something, too." You say, a smile pulling at your lips.

He laughs.

And just like that, the skies open up and the rain begins to pour over the both of you.

You look up and laugh.

"We're going to get sick." Bucky chuckles.

The rain picks up even more and Bucky stares down at you. You're soaking wet. Your hair glues to the side of your face and to your shoulders. The rain drops dangles over your lips and your eyelashes.

Somehow, he finds himself grabbing your hand. You squeeze each other tightly.

The lights flicker above you until they finally shut off completely. The rain was getting worst.

Bucky doesn't say anything as he pulls you behind him in the darkness.

For the first time in a long time, you feel truly safe.

Out the church, you both speed walk towards the woods. The trees help a little to shelter you from the rain but it still continues to wet you nonetheless. The cold air didn't help either.

He guides you across the log that's laid over the river, his hands holding your waist. Through more woods and more mud, you're both practically walking puddles.

Both escape the woods and the cabin comes in straight view.

You both make a run for it through the sheets of water, your hands still clasped tightly together.

You find yourself slipping on the mud beneath your now dirty shoes and it causes you to slide to the side and towards the grass.

Bucky laughs out loud as he catches you and you laugh too.

He's got you until you're steady back on your feet and you continue your run inside.

You're at the front door and his hand keeps slipping from the doorknob. He chuckles as he watches you getting even more wet, if possible.

You looked goddamn adorable.

He finally manages to get the door open and he closes it quietly behind you. You're both still laughing and your shoes squeak over the floor. The cabin is dark, a clear sign that everyone was already asleep,

Bucky is still laughing and your mind is in a daze. You're giggling non stop. Your back is against the wall next to the stairs that leads up to the other rooms and he's standing right in front of you, laughing and smiling non stop.

You place both your hands on his chest as you giggle, and suddenly he's right up against you. Your hands slide up until they are near his shoulders. You can feel him rumbling beneath your hands as he laughs and whispers something you can quite understand.

"Shhh, shhhh..." you tell him playfully between giggles. He giggles and his eyes crinkle at the sides, "shhh." You say again.

Eventually his giggles dial down, as do yours, and silence engulfs you both.

The rain patters against the glass and ground outside.

Your eyes follow his piercing blue eyes and how they're looking into your own, and then they travel down his nose, and to his lips.

There's no more laughing.

Bucky leans his forehead down against yours and closes his eyes.

Oh, this, this felt like a thousand burning suns.

You find your hands on either side of his neck as his nose hits yours. You both smell like a fresh thunderstorm.

With a sigh he opens his eyes. His left thumb runs over the tops of your cheeks and your eyes meet again.

You feel like you're going to implode when he starts to slowly move in. You find yourself meeting him halfway.

Both of your eyes are halfway closed as his lips finally run over yours in a soft but languid peck.

You're both still when he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again.

In total sync, you both move in at the same time, smashing your lips together in a passionate and dirty kiss.

You find your hand going to the back of his head, near the nape of his neck, and you deepen the kiss even further.

The sound Bucky makes as he tilts his head for better access, letting his tongue run over yours, makes your core tingle and your insides burn.

His right hand is on your waist traveling upwards to your neck. His left hand is cupping your face. The sighs of contentment that you leave on each other is magical and a language of its own.

He slows down his kisses and then fully stops. You're going to ask him what's wrong when he grabs your hand and starts to walk up the stairs.

You've never felt like this before.

This was a first for you.

Your heart skips a beat as you watch him find the spare room that was being unoccupied.

His fingers run over yours as he opens the door and pulls you inside. He locks the door with an audible click and neither of you waste an extra second.

Your kisses are hot and frantic. He's pushing you to walk back towards the bed and you sit on it on your knees. You grab his shirt in a fist and pull him to follow you.

Once he's also on his knees in front of you, he grabs your wrists and leans back to look down at you. Both of your lips are swollen and both of your eyes are dark.

He runs his hand once more over your chin and to the back of your head where your hair runs between his fingers. He leans his forehead down against yours.

Suddenly, you're both nervous.

You've never done this before. You wonder if he has.

You're so shy right now but also so scared; in the best way possible.

"You want this?" His question is hoarse and three octaves lower than it normally is.

You nod.

He kisses you one more time and then his fingers go to the hem of your soaking wet sweatshirt.

Once he pulls it off you, your skin feels much colder and crave his touch. You've got a black tank top on and you help him remove that, too.

You were beautiful. Your perky breasts are the sweetest things he's ever seen and your nipples are hard against the cold air. Left hand to your neck, he kisses you again, letting your tongues dance together.

This time, you help him pull off his own black sweatshirt. He has nothing underneath and your hands immodestly goes to his pecks and down his torso. He shivers underneath your touch.

You're not sure what to do. Since you've never done this, you don't know how much is too much yet. You've only read about scenes like this in books and fanfiction but doing it in real life felt so much scarier.

You knew it was because it was your first time, it would get easier, but you wished it wasn't this scary. Every move you make is determined but hesitant. You're afraid of disappointing him. You wanted this to be perfect.

But you knew that if this was his first time too, it wouldn't be romance book perfect.

But as he removed your shoes and pants, and when you were both just in your underwear, you realized it didn't have to be perfect and that's what made it perfect.

It wasn't about who did what but about what you were trying to express to each other. You hoped deeply that he was feeling the same thing you were.

He's hovering over you. The pillow is behind your head and he's got his left forearm over it. His right hand is on your waist where he rubs soft circles just over your underwear.

You both kiss again, this time his lips catching your bottom one beautifully.

"Bucky." You whisper, hating to break the silence but knowing that communicating is going to be important right now.

"Yeah?" He asks just as quietly, his thumb running over the top of your head.

You maintain eye contact as you shimmy your underwear off and down your legs. Bucky gulps, his eyes darting down as he watches you.

He doesn't miss the way you close your legs involuntarily to shy away from his eyes.

No one has even seen that part of your body before.

"Please be gentle with me." You say.

He whimpers at your words. Not because he doesn't like it but because you sound so sweet.

"Of course," he says, his right hand going to the outside of your thigh. He kisses you again and you moan against his mouth, "I'm scared." He freezes up at your words. Did he do something you didn't consent to? Did he scare you? Shit. He starts to pull away from you but you grab onto his neck again, "I know it's going to hurt, that's why I'm scared. It's not you. It's that part of me, I never...and I've always heard..." your voice starts to fade away as small tears fill your eyes and he starts to realize what you were saying.

Bucky doesn't know why he'd always assumed you and Steve had slept together before. Maybe it just seemed to him like it made sense. You and Steve were together for so long and were eighteen already. Bucky wonders why it never happened.

But he's also feeling something else. He's feeling special and prideful. Because you, god how he treasures and admires you. He would never do anything to hurt you ever again and the fact that you will be each others first, it sends a fire through his heart.

He's so happy it's you and he hopes you feel the same way about it.

"I will never hurt you," you trust him immensely even though you know that what he's about to do to your body he has no control over how it will feel. At least not much control, "I've never done this either." You kiss him when he says that, "it won't be perfect, but that's okay." You whimper, "we'll have other times after this one." He says against your lips. You chuckle at his words, finally feeling more at ease. His words lighten everything for just a moment, but that's it.

"Can I touch you?" He asks against your lips.

You nod.

His lips leave yours and they move to your collarbone. He leaves you three pecks there, then he moves his face back to hover over yours again. It's then that you watch as he dips two fingers into his mouth and then down to your core.

You moan quietly as he rubs your clit in small circles. He responds to your moans with his own and he watches your face. Your eyes are closed and the smallest of pants and gasps leave the break of your lips.

"So beautiful." He whispers.

He gains more confidence when he watches you lick your own fingers. You meet his hand.

"Put them inside me." You tell him desperately.

Buck gulps and nods his head. He's never done this. He's watched porn before but actually doing it was different. He doesn't want to disappoint you.

He slides his fingers further down your folds, he gathers something of what's leaking out of you on to his fingers and then slides into you bit by bit with his pointer finger. Then he adds his middle finger.

He stretches his left arm above your head as he looks down at what he's doing to you. He gains confidence and his fingers gain speed and technique, making a come-here motion as he watches you unravel underneath him.

Your hand leaves your clit as his own palm starts to do the work for you.

"Oh, fuck." You groan. It sounds so filthy along with the squelching noises around you and Bucky knows he won't last long the second he's inside of you. He's taking pride in when he sees how he's giving you so much pleasure right now.

He quickens his movements, and you lean up on your arms, looking down at him work you. Your left leg widens a bit and you start to meet his hand with your hips as you feel your end approaching.

You don't care how loud you might be panting and the noise the mattress might be making over the bed. This felt unworldly.

You feel so close that you start overthinking it. What if you became too sensitive and it made the pain worst?

In a matter of seconds you have your hand on Bucky's wrist, stopping him.

You're still panting as he looks at you confused. You don't pull out his fingers, you just hold onto him. You both share a sloppy kiss.

"I want you inside me." You say against his lips.

Bucky keeps eye contact with you as he nods.

He pulls his fingers out of you and your hands go to his boxers.

Bucky hisses when his dick is free. He's already leaking precum and is as hard as a rock. This might be your first time but you know he might not last very long.

That's okay.

Bucky gasps as he feels your small hand wrap around him. It feels softer than you thought it would and heavier. His legs tremble over you as you stroke him once and then twice.

"Fuck,—" he grunts. You look up at him and god if he doesn't look absolutely gorgeous and perfect. He had his own hand on his abdomen as he looked down at you work him just right, "stop, stop." He whines, pulling you off of him.

He grabs your hand and folds your fingers with his. He holds it on the pillow next to your heard. Then he's over you again, and he looks completely enthralled by you.

Your right hand goes to his cheek as you lean up and kiss him softly.

Bucky's thumb from his other hand drags over your top lip.

This was it.

You feel him maneuver and then you feel it. His tip runs from your clit all the way down to your entrance and back again.

You can tell he's already so close and you're so apprehensive.

"I'll go so slow for you, okay? Okay? You don't have to worry with me. I gotcha." He reassures you.

You can only nod as you feel him prepare.

The first inch push isn't so bad. The second still isn't terrible but he can tell you're starting to tense up. You're gnawing at your bottom lip as you stare down. He stops.

"Hey, hey," he says gently, cupping your face, "your tense. Shhh." He wipes the tear that runs down your cheek.

"I'm sorry." You say.

"Don't be sorry. I just need you to keep remembering what I promised you." You nod again.

He waits a few more seconds and then continues. It's the fourth inch that does it for you and you find a shout getting stuck in your throat. It doesn't come out because you're biting so hard on your bottom lip.

"Shh, shh," he says softly, "I got you. I got you."

He keeps going further in and the sting you feel hurts bad, making you almost move up the bed. You gasp, your hand going to his toned abs.

"God." You groan.

"Almost there." Another and another and another.

You shake your head back and forth.

"Just do it fast, Bucky. It's okay." You tell him.

Bucky leans his forehead down on yours and nods.

You close your eyes tightly together until you feel him flush up against you. He starts with soft thrusts that make you cry softly, but after a few seconds, it starts to go away and you find yourself trying to find his lips.

He moans as you both share a deep kiss and as his hips pick up in speed.

He pulls away from your lips and he moans. It's so hard to keep it quiet when you know everyone outside could hear you. But the sound of skin slapping on skin and your little breaths are too noticeable.

He feels so good inside you, and the way he rubs your clit perfectly in sync with his movements has you feeling amazing.

His thrust get faster and harder and you can see the sweat on his chest.

"I'm sorry, fuck, I can't—" he whimpers, his eyes closing tight. His mouth opens in a gasp as he rams hard into you just once and he's grunting out loud.

You knew this would happen and it doesn't surprise you. It also doesn't disappoint you. You gave him pleasure and you were his first as he was yours. This was everything you wanted.

You let him spill into you and you run your fingers through his hair, pulling his face closer into the crook of your neck where he places little kisses.

He does something you don't expect.

He doesn't stop moving. You know he must be in pain from being over sensitive but he's on a mission for you.

He wasn't going to be a cliche first time where his girl doesn't cum.

"Come on, baby," he mumbles into your neck, his tongue dancing over your hot skin. You feel his fingers on your clit and he starts flicking you fast and hard, "come on." He repeats.

He's practically sobbing at this point as he works overtime to try and get you to cum and fuck, you do.

You cum hard.

You're groaning and moaning and gasping as you grab onto his head and back, eventually your left hand going to the pillow behind your head. You move your hips faster against his rod until you know you've coated him entirely in your cum. Your movements slow down as does his and all you can hear is your heavy panting.

"Oh my god." Almost inaudibly and more to yourself than anything.

He kisses your neck again. He lifts himself just slightly to pull out of you.

He lays down next to you, facing you, and pulls the covers over the both of you.

You're staring at each other, completely lost in the other.

He's trailing your features with his fingers and you're kissing his fingers as they occasionally pass your lips.

He leans forward and kisses your lips once more.

Then, sleep overcomes the both of you.

N E X T C H A P T E R

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes smut #Bucky Barnes fanfic #mcu fanfic #marvel fanfiction #winter soldier fanfic #modern au

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xinsareforever · 2 months ago

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"CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER"

MASTERLIST (WIP)

A.B.A

Anji Mito

Mornings with Anji

Anji giving his S/O a tit job (NSFW)

Answer

SFW and NSFW with a short S/O

Asuka R. Kreutz

NSFW headcanons

Axl Low

Baiken

NSFW Headcanons

Making out with Baiken

Bedman

Cuddling Hcs

A little kiss on the forehead

Chipp Zanuff

Chipp Zanuff and Jack-O getting scared by S/O

Dizzy

Helping Dizzy cut Kys hair

Elphelt Valentine

Elphelt x Reader (short)

Faust

Giovanna

Giving their S/O a titjob(NSFW)

Goldlewis Dickinson

Happy Chaos

I-No

Crushin' Hcs

I-No giving her S/O oral

Izuna

Jack-O' Valentine

Chipp Zanuff and Jack-O getting scared by S/O

Jam Kuradoberi

Cooking with Jam

Johnny

Kum Haehyun

Ky Kiske

S/O keeps him company (NSFW)

Cuddling Headcanons

Helping Dizzy cut Kys hair

Leo Whitefang

May

Millia Rage

Nighttime with Millia Rage

Stealing Milia and Testaments hats

Nighttime with Millia Pt.2 (NSFW)

Nagoriyuki

Potemkin

Relationship hcs

Ramlethal Valentine

Raven

Robo-Ky

Relationship hcs

Robo-Ky teasing S/O (NSFW)

Sin Kiske

Besties with Sin

Slayer

First time with Slayer (NSFW)

Immortal teen that sees Sharon and Slayer as parent figures

Sol Badguy

Sol sucking S/O off

Testament

Stealing Milia and Testaments hats

Friends with benefits

Venom

Jerking off and affection (NSFW)

Nap time with S/O

Zato-1

Brushing Zato's hair

SFW and NSFW with a short S/O

#guilty gear x reader #SoundCloud

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hn-yn-soo · 1 year ago

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Mommies | J-Line

⚠G!p Warning, mommy kink, BDSM, denial, degradation⚠

It didn't really take long for you to end up like this. All tied up by Mina, sensually tortured by Sana, and the territory marker Momo. It's not new, you thought. The four of you had this going on since they saw you in one of your friend's after party, then got yourself hanging out with every members per K-Pop group, and that's when they snapped and ended to this.. Annoying but hot and sexy torture from your mommies

"Was it nice hanging out with Somi, hmm? You like how the way she danced towards you, sitting on your lap and maked out in front of everybody? Such a disgrace you are, Kim Y/n.." Mina being the softest and calmest of the three, had turned into her alter ego Sharon, the glint of softness in her eyes vanished into blank and dark gaze. The end of the whip glides along your sensitive skin that's freshly marked by Momo who's now kissing your neck endlessly, releasing a groan when a harsh slap hits your thigh, a long slash was evident on your pale skin

You weren't lucky the others weren't there to save your ass, but it's lucky to see your girlfriends become soft.. Yes, girlfriends.. 3/4 of foreign line towered over you like queens, their darkening gaze made you feel small and vulnerable, words that spat like a thousand darts but left you in arousal and pure bliss. Your plan went out as you expected, to see your babies get jealous over the Nation's social butterfly

"You didn't answer my question, dumbass.. Did you enjoy?"

"N-No, mommy.. I-I never did-" A harsh slap was thrown across your face, making you laugh, Sana smirks and bit her finger, touching herself from afar as Mina and Momo pleased you from the bed

"What was that, pup? You enjoyed?! Aish, Mina.. This brat needs to be taught how to behave, you won't receive good rewards if you're a bad baby~" Momo cooed, her lips brushing against your ear, licking under your jaw whilst her fingers teased your stuff nipples under your torn button-up. Mina had been busy stroking your cock, raging arousal evident from the redness due to the previous teasings, the tip endlessly released more of your fluids yet it wasn't enough to get you to the edge, just the type they intend to do..

"I-I didn't enjoy, mommies.. I'm only y-yours, l-let me cum now, please??"

"What should we do, Satang.. Does she deserve it?" Sana finally walks towards them, her sexy, slim figure slowly got down on Y/n, lips pressed upon lips, Sana had straddled the older girl below her, making out for God knows how long, as Momo and Mina had their own moment, scissoring just right beside them. Thank god for the huge bed, let's not get ahead of ourselves

"Be a good puppy and obey mommy, hmm? This, everything.. Is ours, not even your lips can be claimed none other than us three.. You hear, brat?"

"Y-Yes, mommy.. C-Can you untie me please? I-It hurts" Y/n's tears were unbearable, they fell from her tired eyes which Sana grew a bit concerned about but she had to keep this on. She hesitatingly wrap her hand around Y/n's neck, slightly choking her as she gave a snarl

"You dare tell me to stop, you stupid shit? We're not gonna stop until we want to.. You can do anything, watch even.. But, remember this, you can't touch us"

"I-I understood" Sana orders Momo, untying the tight knots from her wrists that were almost red from too much struggling. Momo had her turn, grinding herself onto her girl who whimpered as she neared her orgasm too early. Mina senses this and pushed the older Japanese, taking a taser and poked Y/n with it causing her to convulse on the bed

"YAH, MYOUI THIS WASN'T IN THE PLAN"

"I-I.. I'm sorry, gosh.. I shouldn't have done that" Mina waits for your body to calm, she brings you close and hugged you. She softens, she sighs in relief when she heard your faint grunts, leaving a soft kiss on your lips.. You woke up after a while, seeing Mina riding you slow, her movements reminded you of her solo performance. Yet it felt too much, you feel like you were go a lose it from the way her warm entrance grips your shaft perfectly, as if you were made just for her.

"I'm gonna cum, Y/nn."

She whimpers quietly, shying away into your neck as her body throws off from her powerful orgasm, you held her still, you cumming within her makes you feel at home. Falling into each other's arms Sana pounced onto you with Momo hovering above your face, a soft, tired smirk lifted on your lips, you loved the way they'd always share you in times of sex. They swore to let Mina first, as she's the first girl who confessed to you, and being the youngest in J-Line makes them give her the first thing in every moment

As you ate Momo, Sana grinded onto you just like Mina but rougher and faster, ending to you cumming at least 3 times Inside her. And for the fourth orgasm, Sana finally lays back with Mina and you took Momo from behind, ramming your stiff length. Momo had always been your favorite when it comes to degrading and her goddamn breasts, Sana with the best ass and sucking, with Mina being the greatest with everything including her softness and flexibility. But it's too powerful to have them all over you at the same time, too much can kill

"F-Fuck!"

"Let me cum on those tits, Mo.." She turns, displaying her fine chest whilst you rub one out, thick spurts shooting all across her chest, with Sana leaning over and licked at the thick substance coating Momo's nipple

"Ngh~~ So bad, Sana-yah"

You chuckle as you saw Momo brought Sana to the next room, leaving you and Mina to yourselves. The latter curls up to you, her cold demeanor turning soft as marshmallow, looking up at you with a pout

"F-First Chaengie, then you? I know Somi's your best friend but I'm...j-jelly"

"That doesn't matter anymore, I won't do anything bad with her, okay? Now don't be sad, my minguin.." You coo at her, she held the penguin toy against her chest, Mina gave you a soft kiss, your eyes closing from tiredness and sensitivity.

Morning came, Mina was the first to wake up. She sees her unnies having breakfast with Momo and Sana fidgeting from their seats as Jihyo scolded them for being too noisy inside the dorm with the maknaes soundly asleep

"B-But Mina's with us too! Why didn't you scold her?"

"She has rights to, Mo.. Don't be stupid" The peach pouts and sulked in her seat trying to sneak a Jokbal in her mouth which she successfully took, Sana sees the mentioned latter and gave a bright smile

"Mina-chan!~ Are you two okay now?"

"Y-Yes, thanks for the help, unnies" Mina mutters shyly, she fiddled with the hem of Y/n's shirt she wore that barely covered her short pajamas

"Come eat, I'll bring foods to Y/n, okay?"

"U-Uhm, unnie I wouldn't recommend-"

"MYOUI MINA, MINATOZAKI SANA, HIRAI MOMO?! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO UNNIE?!" Jihyo's yell made the foreign line scatter to hide in their rooms, the leader coming out with Y/n full of marks, different smudges of lipsticks and scents of the girls' perfume stuck on her, and of course Y/n's teary eyes. The girls are probably doomed, facing a year grounding with Momma Hyo's punishment

The end.

#mina #sana #momo #twice

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divinemissem13 · 9 months ago

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Writing Patterns

Thanks for the tag, @curator-on-ao3! This is a very interesting trip down memory lane...

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Working in reverse posting order:

I'm With Her (The Closer: Brenda Leigh Johnson/ Sharon Raydor, 5+1 fic, completed but not fully posted yet; T) "The first time Sharon Raydor saw Brenda Leigh Johnson, she was waiting at the LAX baggage claim to welcome her son home from college."

When the Night Comes (The Closer: Brenda/ Sharon, double drabble; G) "Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson finds it easier to forget the horrible things she’s done when the days are busy and filled with new challenges to conquer."

Patheti-Q (TNG: Picard and Q, prompt based gift fic for Star Trek Winter Gift Exchange, one shot; T) "They are sitting in a bar when they see him."

Candy Hearts and Other Sweet Surprises (ST: Prodigy: Gwyn/Dal, Valentine's Day one shot; G) "At the end of his first week aboard the USS Voyager-A, Dal R’El decided that it was a lot more exhausting being an actual Starfleet warrant officer than it was being a fake Starfleet captain."

A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes (Star Trek crossover: Beverly Crusher/ Kathryn Janeway, multi-prompt fic from femslash feb; T) ""I like it,” Beverly said, fingering the grey streak in Kathryn’s hair."

The blue of your eyes, the gold in your smile (Star Trek crossover: Beverly/Kathryn, one shot multi-prompt fic from femslash feb; G) "The package contained only three things: a strip of black silk, an umbrella, and an envelope."

The Holo-Adventures of Data Holmes (Star Trek crossover: Data/Geordi, Janeway & Tuvok, prompt based gift for Star Trek Winter Gift Exchange, multichapter, G) "Geordi La Forge moved quickly across the grounds of Starfleet headquarters, hoping to avoid being stopped on his way to the holo-complex."

I'll Be Home For New Year's (ST crossover: Beverly/ Kathryn, one shot, T) "It’s late when Beverly gets home from the New Year’s gala, although she still managed to make her escape before midnight."

Resolutions? More Like Revelations! (Voyager: J/C, babyfic, multichapter, T) "Kathryn Janeway could not get out of bed."

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita (Voyager, post canon: J/C, Janeway & various, multi-chapter vignettes, T) "My childhood home shimmers into existence before me."

Tagging 10 people (who hopefully haven't been tagged before?): @ussjellyfish, @madamairlock, @caitylove, @isagrimorie, @cleverlycrusher, @commandermeg, @ruthbaderjaneway, @captainhattersvoyagerstuff, @regionalpancake, @magdalenejaneway

#fanfic #ask game #writing tag game #tag game #i wrote this #lots of femslash and prompt fics lately... not mad about it though #ao3 link

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euripidesredux · 3 months ago

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Extended credits for Museum at Tomorrow episode 5

Below the cut are all of the folks who I used (and asked to be credited) for recordings in Museum at Tomorrow episode 5- specifically, the "This is not for You" recordings.

(The list was too long for podcast episode descriptions)

These recordings were mixed into the soundscape of the show, heavily processed- so you may or may not be able to pick out your voice. Each unique recording is preserved as rhythem, timber, and shape within the episode.

Thank you for your work in creating the canvas of this piece.

Kate Bullen

K R Forsyth

Vega Jacobsen

Charlie

Rovi

Grace Gamble

Wesley Lee Balete

Charlie Sloykowski

JC Hendry

Courtney Brothers

Arabella McDonald

Hanc Finestra

Katie H

Galacticguppy

Beck Smith

GreenHeronHive

Micheal Vee

Mira Singer

Laurent J.L. Hall

Carley Mothersell

woaaah

cmt

November_Clouds

Elliott Neptune

Enrica Jossi

Ace

Jahan Shah

Morgan Galagher

Niall LG

Bates

Caroline Mincks

Daniel Kurtz

AJ Fidalgo

Tani

Shura

Zedek H

Halebop

Malia Northstar

Greg Ruddick

Solstice Hannan

Jessamy Thomison

Cassie A.

Rachel Spokony

miss mr meow

Arti Richardson

Mattie J.

Geddy Cary-Avery,

Ophelia Cary-Avery

Sophie Kaplan

X Speaks

Devin

Craux

Cap

Joe R

Ray Goldberg

Mog

The Marble System

Tina Case

Kate Bullen

Marionette

Maddy Searle

Remi P

Meg Taylor

Beth

Evan Tess Murray

Amanda Jones

Amanda Ehrhardt

Nathan Fisentzou-Haji-Leonti

Johanna Andersson

Tess Huth

@faeriebullshit

Olivia Lion

Ange

Bridget M. Mueting

Wil Williams

Katie Utke

aceofgames

Savy Stay

Graham Rowat

Meredith

spaceacebreakface

Molly Walsh

Belinda Parker

Erin Celovsky

liz

Caden Osojnak

Danniac

Ray Schrader

Atlas Byrd

AJ. S.

JayseHasNoGrace

Fay Blackmore

Sharon Peterson

Katharina Abschlag

Izzy

Ace Tayloe

kat B

Siz Hart

moth

Kathryn Cox

G. Honnigford

Pine Gonzalez

sisyphus

Essay

artie eigengrau

Rook Davis

Izzi Mata

grayson

Tamara Jones

Willow

G.F.

Leigh sharpe

Zelda MacFarland

Arkyn Wolf

Elany

Elaine Wiley

Mary Lewis-Phillipps

Claudia Elvidge

Kei Burke

Katie Vargas

Karleen Preator

Alicia Babich

Jonathan Sciance

Étoile

Hayden Laver

Barrett Vann

S Kramer

Maya Hiers-Lairson

judas

Archer Hickerson

Malinda

Nicole Liang

LF Haye

Louis Carroll

Stefanie K.

Autumn Wang

jayvin

Badger Merriweather

Aiden

Sender Paulson

vexxervee

Rob Weiner

Peril

Lotte Schmidt

fynn

Lor

Josie D.

Jaryn Tyson

Common Blue Icarus

resplendeo

Claire Alpern

skelejor

Matt Weiss

M Zemlock

Kay Eileen

Callisto Holmes

Rhys

Noah Quinn

Sarah Elizabeth

Willow Belden

Amanda McCormack

Esrah Del Carlo

sunny

the Hartmans

Lee Ann Eden

Bob Proctor

Clueless

deda eliensis

Ohallo

Tara Schile

Marzi

Flameheart Dryad

Sarah Lambrix

JB Segal

Ellis C

Ash

Autumn

Jaime Tamar

Haze Peers

Moose

Erin Bevan

Luci Tomich

Bryn

Michael W.

Kim Fukawa

Amy Strieter

Petra Hall

Mal

Charlie Rayshich

Susan Weiner

Everett Blackthorne

Vergess

Tor

ArionWind

M. Alti

N. B. Green

Aiden Nicholson

Jacky Rubou

Nura Lawrence

Gwen Clancy

Ollie M.

Caroline

Duo

Iris

ML Beck

Ray Makowski

Eljay Rich

MV8

Michelle Pigott

Rachel Pfennigwerth

Janika

Jamie Gump

Mason J Miller

Ella Watts

Cole

Mady Oswald

Valerie "ShinyHappyGoth" Kaplan

Anne Baird

Emily Ricotta

el-draco-bizarro

Ansel Burch

Nathan Sowell

LM Heß

Richard Peers

#museum at tomorrow #this is not for you

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cronicasvampiricas-rpg · 8 months ago

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La Hermandad de Sacmis tiene origen en Alejandría, Egipto, aproximadamente en el 78 A.C. Su fundadora fue una bastet de nombre ANAT (del egipcio, mujer del dios Seth y esposa del dios Ra; diosa de la guerra y de la fertilidad), que trató de poner fin a las continuas peleas de poder entre brujos y licántropos de la zona. Su objetivo siempre fue mantener el equilibrio y la paz, aunque fuese con sangre.

Durante muchos siglos, sólo se permitió formar parte de la Hermandad a bastets. Los buscaban, los entrenaban y les enseñaban las normas de la hermandad. Actuando siempre en las sombras para buscar el equilibrio entre razas y lo que en el Gran Código de Sacmis se denominaba la paz total.

Solía buscarse y captarse a bastets sin rumbo, pero progresivamente se instauró el ritual de buscar nogitsunes y "contaminarse" para poder transmitir el don a otras generaciones. Usualmente solo los bastets más mayores a punto de retirarse son quienes enfrentan a los nogitsunes y seleccionan a la nueva generación. Muchas veces es bajo previo acuerdo, pero algunos bastets han sido convertidos a traición. EN LA ACTUALIDAD, no obstante, se ha permitido la entrada a la Hermandad de otro tipo de razas, siempre que todos respeten los principios básicos y el credo de los Sacmis.

Cuando los primeros vampiros comenzaron a surgir, la Hermandad estuvo a punto de desaparecer ante la nueva amenaza que se extendía. Fuertes y letales, parecían atentar contra todo. Fue cuando se asentaron las BASES de la Hermandad y aparecieron las jerarquías de poder tratando de mantener el orden.

Consolidada como la organización enemiga de los VAMPIROS STRIX, la Hermandad se enfrenta actualmente a una crisis sin precedentes, manteniendo como Rafiq de Nueva Orleans a @G. ELOISE COLLINS, y habiéndose revelado la identidad de la próxima Gran Maestre: @SHARON C. HARGROVE.

Cabe destacar que la Hermandad de Sacmis goza de una importante ventaja frente a sus enemigos, y es que disponen de un arma con la capacidad de transformar a humanos en bastets, sin un nogitsune como intermediario. Se trata del CETRO DE HATHOR, instrumento que se utilizará para transformar a humanos en futuros novicios de la organización.

#bandos #hermandad de sacmis

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divinefqces · 4 months ago

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⭑ 1980’s names!

name master list ☀️ this list consists of (fem) names that were majorly popular during the 1980s. i will most likely be making a similar post to this eventually including sur names, if you have any suggestions you think would fit well in this list please lmk!

feminine

A ; amanda, ashley, amber, amy, angela, april, alicia, allison, alexandra, alexis, alyssa, anne, annie, angelica, angel, angeline, ana, audrey, aubrey, autumn

B ; brittany, britney, brittney, britanny, brandy, brandi, bianca, brooke, beth, brenda, barbara, bridget, bonnie, bonnabel

C ; christina, cristina, crystina, cristinna, christine, courtney, crystal, cindy, cyndi, cassandra, chelsea, catherine, cynthia, carrie, caitlin, caitlyn, cait, casey, candace, christy, colleen, carolyn, caroline, cassie, carla, claudia

D ; diana, dana, dawn, desiree, divine, destini, destiny, deanna, dominique, deborah, danielle, debbie

E ; elizabeth, emily, erin, eren, erika, erica, ebony, evangeline, elsie

F ; fallon, felicia, fern, francine, franchesca, faye, farrah, felicity, fiona, fiora, flora, freya, frey, frida, fatima, florence, frances

G ; gemma, gwen, gwenny, gabrielle, gabriella, gen, genevieve, genette, genesis, gem, georgina, giana, ginny, giselle, gina

H ; hannah, hazel, harriet, heather, hallie, hayley, hailey, holly, hope

I ; isley, ivy, imogen, isla

J ; jess, jessica, jessy, jessie, jessyca, jen, jenny, jenni, jennifer, jacqueline, jackie, jill, joanna, jaclyn, jaime, jamie, jordan, jordy, jordyn, jass, jas, jasmine, jasmin, jazz, jazzmin, jazzmine, jenna, jade, jayde

K ; krystal, kim, kym, kimberly, kymberly, katherine, kathryn, kathy, kat, katheryne, krystina, krys, kryssie, krissie, kristen, krysten, kristyn, katie, kate, kaitlyn, kaitlin, kathleen, katrina, kelsey, kara, kendra, kelly, kelli, kari, kourtney

L ; lydia, lindsey, lindsay, laura, lauren, loren, lauryn, latoya, leslie, les, lesley, leah, linda, lynda, laury, laurie, laurey, lori, latasha, liv, leigh-anne, lacey, lacy, laci

M ; maria, mariah, moriah, melissa, melyssa, michelle, michele, mychelle, mary, marie, monica, monyca, megan, meghan, megyn, megin, melanie, misty, margaret, molly, morgan, monique, miranda, melinda, marissa, meredith, merida, meagan, mallory

N ; nicole, nichole, nycole, nicol, natalie, natalia, nat, natasha, nancy, nina

O ; octavia, odette, odessa, olivia

P ; perrie, priscilla, patricia, pamela, payton, paige, paisley

Q ; quinn, quinnie, quinni, quincy, queenie, quen

R ; rachel, rachael, rachyl, rebecca, rebecka, rebekah, renee, reneé, regina

S ; sara, sarah, steph, stef, stefanie, stephanie, stefani, stephani, samantha, sam, shannon, sharon, stacey, stacie, staci, stacy, susan, susanne, susanna, sandra, sabrina, sheena, shauna

T ; trina, tiff, tiffany, tifany, tifaney, tiffaney, tiffani, tara, tracey, tracy, traci, tina, teresa, theresa, tara, tonya, tamara, tabitha, tasha, tammy, tamika, taylor

U ; unqiue

V ; vera, veronica, vanessa, victoria, vic, vickey, valerie, val

W ; willow, whitney, whit

X ; xandra

Y ; yasmine, yessica, yazzmin, yazzmine, yasmin

Z ; zara, zarley, zarlee, zarli, zarhlee. zoey, zoe

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biitchcakes · 1 year ago

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JESSICA DREW, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

Notes on her NEW YORK office :

▽. Located at IDEAHIVE INC., a whole building dedicated to business ownership by those with super-powers. ▻ Owned by Sharon King, a depowered mutant. ▽. The address is 68 JAY STREET in BROOKLYN. ▻ It's in the DUMBO neighbourhood, so you can see the Manhattan Bridge from right outside the building. ▽. In the SAME BUILDING as: ▻ Jennifer Walter's Law Office ▻ Patsy Walker's Temp Agency ▻ Howard the Duck's Private Investigator Firm ▽. Jessica's office is on the SECOND FLOOR, just down the hall from Jen's office. ▽. There's lots within a FEW BLOCKS of the building ⸺ such as: a bar, couple cafés , a deli, handful of places to get take out, a club, and a park. ▽. BEN URICH pops in with / helps on cases from time to time. He's a USEFUL CONTACT Jessica has. ▽. Originally, the office is a LOFT / 1 BATHROOM CONVERTED RENTAL so she has a kitchen and a shower. There's a futon on the righthand wall, and this is where she sleeps unless she ⸺ ▻ is dating Miguel: ends up practically living at his part-time ✧ ( v. s p i d e r - v e r s e . ) ▻ moves in with Johnny: only goes into the office for certain occasions, Ben runs the physical office, while Jess also has a "digital office" set up ✧ ( v. h a m s a n d w i c h - w o m a n . ) ▻ moves to LA with Clint: keeps paying the rent, Ben runs the place while she lives across the country ✧ ( v. t h e f r i e n d g i r l . ) ▻ has her own apartment: still has the office, just sleeps at her own place ✧ ( v. s p y - d e r - w o m a n . ) ▻ lives with The Avengers: owns the office, but doesn't even use it, it's just gathering dust until she goes solo later on ✧ ( v. s p y - d e r - w o m a n . ) ▽. Not filthy, but not exactly clean either ⸺ CASE PAPERS and DOCUMENTS are always scattered across the floor and desk, quickly stashed away ( with varying degrees of success ) when she hears an unexpected knock at the door. As well as TAKEAWAY CONTAINERS on the counters and in the fridge. It can also get pretty DUSTY. ▽. Does she have any MORE DISHES besides 3 mugs, like, 12 pieces of silverware, and mostly paper dishes ? ▻ Yes: ✧ ( v. s p i d e r - v e r s e . ) ✧ ( v. h a m s a n d w i c h - w o m a n . ) ▻ No: ✧ ( v. s p y - d e r - w o m a n . ) ✧ ( v. t h e f r i e n d g i r l . ) ▽. FOOD that's usually always in to eat : ▻ whatever's needed to make a ham and cheese sandwich, mayo and mustard included ▻ variety of cereals, so there's milk ▻ takeout, could be a day old, could be four days old ⸺ eater discretion is advised ▻ various snacks, crackers, candy bars and chips ( payday bars and salt & vinegar are her favourites, for the record ) ▻ popcorn ▻ couple different kinds of soda ( if your muse is close to her and stops by a lot, chances are, she has their fave on hand ) ▻ a rotation of "easy fruits" she keeps in the fridge ( like apples, oranges, plums ⸺ things you can hold and eat on the go ) ▻ some frozen T.V. dinners ▻ and butter, of course ☺️ ▽. There's ALWAYS coffee. As well as creamer ( plain and vanilla ) and sugar. ▽. Is there a TELEVISION instead of where there's a couple of boxes ( pictured below ) ? ▻ Yes: ✧ ( v. s p i d e r - v e r s e . ) ▻ No: ✧ ( v. h a m s a n d w i c h - w o m a n . ) ✧ ( v. s p y - d e r - w o m a n . ) ✧ ( v. t h e f r i e n d g i r l . )

Here's a pretty BASIC LAYOUT along with some pictures for your visual referencing pleasure :

( ignore the tied up man. . . :/ )

#the tied up man is her future boyfriend :)#now her ex tho rip #omg this has FOUGHT me to be made #this is the third time i've made a whole new post for it #keep getting that 4096x limit error sos #anyway #i will add to this - IF I CAN !!!! - when/if stuff changes #also the blueprint is fucked scale-wise ASKJF but #i did it in paint so -#( h e a d c a n o n . )#( q u e u e . )

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kris-mage-fics · 1 year ago

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URL Music

Thanks for tagging me @bi-stander!

K: The Koi Story (锦鲤抄) performed by Jiaju and Zongli

R: Renn by :LOR3L3I:

I: In And Out Of Love by Armin van Buuren feat. Sharon Den Adel

S: Surrender by The Birthday Massacre (cw: lyrics about stalking)

M: Middle Of The Night by Elley Duhé

A: Arise by CLANN

G: Good Behavior by Plumb

E: Everytime We Touch or Evacuate The Dancefloor by Cascada (Sorry I can't choose!)

F: Flower Maiden by Dzivia

I: I Miss You by blink-182 (cw: flashing lights, disturbing imagery, depictions of drowning, and spiders)

C: Concomitance by Anton Belov (bandcamp link since I couldn't find it as a single on youtube)

S: Show Your Fangs by The Crane Wives

By the way, a lot of these videos have the lyrics in the CC, description box, or in one of the top comments. Though I know some of the lyrics for "Good Behavior" are wrong.

Tagging @yuuugay (three U's might be hard, but I believe in you, Yuki!), and @georgiedoesntfloat (I'm sure you'll find some awesome songs!), and anyone who'd like to do this too! (Sorry for not tagging anyone else, I actually did like 96% of this two days ago then my brain decided it couldn't think of more people who like music and it hasn't been cooperating with me since. :/ Did I go overboard with the colors? Idk, but I'm leaving it.)

#I'd say this list is a fairly good representation of my totally random music tastes lol #rip to “Angel” by First Aid Kit which got bumped off because I just found “Arise” this morning and I fucking love CLANN #(I say that as if I've been a fan for a long time when the truth is I found them - and 2/3 of the music on this list - less than a year ago #you can pry cheesy 2000's dance music out of my cold dead hands! it got me through some rough times and it's still fun #is it just me or does “I Miss You” hit harder now than when it came out 20 years ago? wait wtf it came out 20 years ago?!?! haha I'm old #I still have every song on Chaotic Resolve (the album “Good Behavior” is from) memorized I listened to it so much after it came out #if you do look up the other songs on it be aware that “Cut” is about self harm and my take is that “Damaged” is about CSA but it isn't clea #it's the least Christian album from a Christian musician I've ever heard #I have a pretty hard rule to not listen to Christian music from a certain time period ever again but that album is my one exception #(there are good reasons for both the rule and the exception but that's a whole damn post on it's own to explain)#tag game #music

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linnienin · 1 year ago

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✨ A s t e r o i d ⁕ S i r e n e ⁕ i n ⁕ A q u a r i u s ✨

Peculiar, Disinterested, Fascinating, Different, Unusual, Artistic, Misunderstood, Eccentric, Inspiring

CELEBS LIST:

Princess Diana

Penelope Cruz

Timothee Chalamet

Gina Lollobrigida

A s t e r o i d ⁕ S i r e n e ⁕ a s p e c t i n g ⁕ U r a n u s

CONJUNCT URANUS

Nicole Kidman, Winona Ryder, Justin Timberlake

SQUARE URANUS

Angelina Jolie, Lupita Nyong'o

OPPOSITE URANUS

Audrey Hepburn, Ingrid Bergman, Claudia Cardinale

TRINE URANUS

Lana Del Rey, Penelope Cruz

Amy Winehouse, Helena Bonham Carter

SEXTILE URANUS

Sharon Stone, Zoe Kravitz, Halle Berry

#sirene in aquarius #asteroid sirene #astro notes #astro observations #astro community

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allandoflimbo · 1 year ago

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C H A P T E R S I X

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary:

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

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TUESDAYS were your favorite day of the week. You didn't want that olympic dream your parents wanted for you, but you loved skating nonetheless. Tuesdays were your venting days. It would be just you and the ice.

"Would you stop daydreaming so much?" Carol says from next to you. You look over to see her smiling at you, playfully, "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing. Just a good day is all." You say.

"Sure." She replies.

"Did you end up talking to Steve?" Sharon asks, leaning her shoulder against the locker next to yours.

"I did," you look at Carol and Sharon who looks at you with waiting eyes. You sigh, "We're not getting back together guys. Time to move on." You add softly. You were alright with your decision you made with Steve, but it still hurt.

"He's really staying with her?" Carol asks.

"Yes. Let him be." You say with finality.

You're grabbing your AP chemistry book when you see a familiar shape walk behind you.

"Oh, wait here." You tell the girls before closing your locker and walking up to Bucky before he's too far. "Bucky!" He stops quickly and spins around to face you. You can see the shock on his face as he looks up at Carol and Sharon, who look equally as confused and surprised as him, and then back at you.

"Uh, hey." He says slowly and cautiously as you approach him even closer. Your bright smile is contagious and he tries to ignore it.

"I have to leave earlier today, around fifth period, so I'm going to miss psych," He frowns, "So if you'd like we can do what we did last week. You can come over around six and we'll catch up then."

He silently debates with himself in his head before he responds.

"Sure," he says quietly, "I can't stay as long this time though. I need to be out by seven, the latest. I have to work tonight."

"That actually works out, because I need to leave earlier, too."

He nods and then looks over at Carol and Sharon. He gives them a greeted nod and then tells you he'll see you later.

"Yeah, see ya!"

You know you're smiling when you go back to the direction of your locker. Carol and Sharon are giving you an amused grin.

"No freakin way." Carol says it slowly.

Your brows furrow in confusion.

"What?" They are giving you that knowing stare and you find yourself already seething, "Look, you guys need to stop being mean to him. He's a nice guy, okay? Just stop. "

"Oh, it's not that." Sharon says, a smile on her lips.

"It's that smile on your face when you were talking to him and when you walked back here." Carol adds.

"What?"

Carol and Sharon look at each other, grinning.

They turn back to you.

Carol shrugs.

"He's really cute. If you're into him, go for it."

"Yeah, especially if you want to get back at Steve."

This time your blood runs hot.

"I'm not doing anything to get back at Steve. We're friends, we're okay. Also, no, I don't have a crush on Bucky. He's my psych partner. We're studying after school together. He's nice and I'm trying to be kind to him, maybe even be his friend if he lets me."

"Uhuh." Sharon says.

You don't like this. The concluding. But more than that, you don't like the confusion that warps your brain. You know why you had been oblivious for so many years, but your so called friends?

"Can I ask something?" You ask slowly and gently. The both nod, "Just last week you guys were being so mean to him. Apparently, you have been mean to him for years when I wasn't even around to see. Now all of a sudden, you are calling him cute? Being nice?" You could kind of start to see now where Bucky's hesitancy was with you, "When we all became friends, we had a code. We were always so nice to everyone. I didn't even know of this bullying crap until earlier last week. We weren't supposed to be those kind of people. Is there an explanation?" They both look at each other, and for a second you can see a linger of fear in there. This concerns you, "Guys?"

"You're right, we aren't those kind of people. We never bullied anyone, ever." Carol says, her eyes on the ground.

"That's a lie. Bucky told me, and I saw it last week—"

"Except for Bucky and because Matt was there."

You confusion is out the rough now. What were they talking about?

"That still doesn't make it okay. You're not supposed to bully people. It's wrong. It's disgusting. And Matt? What does he have to do with it? And specifically Bucky?" You ask suspiciously.

Sharon is about to speak when the bell rings, piercing their tension like a hot knife.

You look between your so-called friends.

"I want an explanation later. I know you two aren't the kind of people Matt wants you to be, if that's what you're talking about. Even Sam, the biggest sweetheart, and Steve the most popular guy in this school who also happens to be really nice and has never hurt a fly in his life, has stuck with you two for a reason. We don't need to change face because of Murdock."

You walk past them, heading to class.

What didn't you know?

You just about place the cookies on the cooling rack when your doorbell rings.

Walking towards the door, you tug on the hem of your black and oversized sweatshirt a little further down your tights-clad thighs.

You swing the door open to see Bucky standing there, his black bag swung over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You offer him a small smile and open the door more, "Come in."

He walks in and then stares after you as you close the door and then run into the direction of what could only be the kitchen, judging by a corner of a silver fridge that he can see.

"I made us cookies! I literally just took them out so give me like two more minutes and then I'll put them on a plate for us."

Oh, that's what that amazing smell was.

"Okay." He says.

He doesn't know what else to say. He feels awkward? Nervous? He's so used to always picturing you in his head as the girl he despised, but now after your recent chats, he looked at you a little differently. Not in disdain but...wonder?

You definitely were a little strange.

"You can come in here, you know." You say. He clears his throat and then retraces your steps. When he steps into the kitchen you're wafting the steam of the cookies up to your face and grinning, "I hope you like the classic." You reach down to grab one of the cookies and then you take a piece of napkin. You hiss as you break it in half, the steam burning you.

"Careful." He says quietly, "Shouldn't you let them rest more?" He asks.

You watch as a big string of chocolate lingers between the two halves you broke off.

"Nope. It's perfect."

He frowns at you. You really were an interesting girl.

You grab the plate that was already ready on the island and start to put the cookies on them. When you're done you hand it to him.

"You're carrying them."

He raises a brow at you.

"To your room?"

"No. To the post office. Yes, to my room." You chuckle.

He glares at you, a smile finally wanting to break over his face. But he holds it down.

"I never would've pegged you for being so sarcastic."

You walk around him, making your way into the foyer and up the stairs.

"Ha. Pegged."

He rolls his eyes as he follows you like a little puppy, plate in hands. Plural, because you decided to make a batch of about thirty cookies.

"You can put them on my desk. We'll eat them while we watch that video that's suggested on page five of lesson four. I even pulled out a second chair for you."

You really did do your homework.

It's not that he expected any less of you, that wasn't it. You impressed him, is all.

He didn't even know there was video in today's lesson.

He puts the plate on your desk and then goes to sit next to you on your bed, his back closest to your plush pillows. The same place he sat last time.

You both pull out your things and get started. Not even five minutes in, he notices your lack of concentration and the way you keep looking at him, distracted.

"Okay, is there something on my face?" He asks.

"No." You shake your head.

"Then what is it?" He snaps, putting his notebook on the bed, "Because I've asked you question three four times and instead of answering you're just staring at me with this confused look."

"You know you don't have to be tense around me, right?" You ask so left field and randomly that his mouth gapes for a few long seconds instead of saying anything, "I'm over here, legs criss cross, poking at my socks and resting my chin on my hand, and you've been in the same stiff position for almost ten minutes. Looking like a damn four by four from Home Depot. All that's left is for you to cross your hands in your lap and cross one leg over the other." He lifts a brow at you and your smile, "I get it. It's my home so I'm naturally more relaxed, but I don't want you to always feel like this is a prison or something. Or, god forbid, school. You're in my room, on my Anthropologie comforter, and there's a hot plate of cookies waiting for us to just devour. I invited you here because I trust you and I think you're a nice guy and because I want us to get along. The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable forever."

He narrows his eyes at you and then rolls them. He reaches down and starts to slowly pull off his sneakers.

"You sure talk in essays, that's for sure. You could literally sum that all up by just saying make yourself at home." There's a sweet tone to his voice you never heard before. He was joking with you. It made you smile even wider.

You can't help the way you rejoice inside when he scoots farther onto your bed, this time bringing his own lips entirely on top of it. He even removes his jacket and then runs a hand through his hair, pulling at it.

"Better?" He asks.

"Much." You say.

He hums a response, picking his notebook back up again.

"I didn't peg you for being so into hospitality." He emphasizes the word purposefully.

"You didn't peg me at all." You say with a shrug.

A sound that seemed to make everything click into place, reverberates around the room. It was heartfelt and sweet. Bucky laughed.

You can't help but chuckle in response.

"Alright, let's do this, come on. We don't have a lot of time." He says, this time giving you possibly the sweetest smile you've ever received in your eighteen years of life.

It doesn't take more than twenty minutes for you to finish the written and verbal lesson. Before either of you know it, you're already setting up your laptop for the YouTube video.

You're glad to see Bucky swinging back in his own chair, munching on a cookie.

"Our wifi has been a bit crappy the last few days so it might take a few minutes for it to buffer."

"That's cool." He says.

"What time do you have to be at work?"

"Seven thirty, but I have to stop by at home and then till I get there it'll already be time."

You nod, leaning back in your own chair.

You take your own cookie and start eating it.

"I think I might've gone a little overboard, huh?" You asks, gesturing to the plate.

"A bit." Bucky says with a chuckle.

"I'll fix you a container. You can take some home with you." You add quietly.

He looks at you, his face softening.

"That's okay, you don't have to." He says.

"You're taking some with you and that's the end of that discussion."

He doesn't fight you on it. He knows you saw his mother that day. It was on her appointment day.

If this was either an action out of kindness of your soul or even a little bit a pity, it was still really sweet of you.

His eyes are lingering over your desk as you wait for the video to finish buffering. He doesn't even think before he asks.

"Who's the guy?" He asks, gesturing to the photo. He knows you and Steve Rogers had been dating for years, and that obviously wasn't him.

There's a silence after his question and he looks over at you from his half eaten cookie. When he sees your reaction and face he regrets asking.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. It's fine." He sticks the rest of the cookie in his mouth and chews, "These are delicious by the way. Thank you. I realized I forgot to say it." He says when he's done swallowing.

You nod looking down at your hands.

"You're welcome," your eyes go back to the photo, "That's my brother. He was a few years older than me. He died six months ago. In a car accident."

Bucky opens his mouth and then closes it again. He feels terrible. The tremble in your voice is evident.

He feels something hollow in his chest and he also remembers what you told him recently about the change that happened half a year ago and he wonders if this had something to do with it.

He didn't forget.

"I was in the car with him." The way you say it was like you were remembering that day and playing it back to yourself.

"I'm sorry." Bucky says.

You simply nod.

He's in a trance as he watches you brush a lonely tear from your cheeks.

This girl was so different than the happy cheerful one from a few minutes ago. He can't help the jolt he feels inside of his chest at the need and want to bring her back.

You just about place the cookies on the cooling rack when your doorbell rings.

Walking towards the door, you tug on the hem of your black and oversized sweatshirt a little further down your tights-clad thighs.

You swing the door open to see Bucky standing there, his black bag swung over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You offer him a small smile and open the door more, "Come in."

He walks in and then stares after you as you close the door and then run into the direction of what could only be the kitchen, judging by a corner of a silver fridge that he can see.

"I made us cookies! I literally just took them out so give me like two more minutes and then I'll put them on a plate for us."

Oh, that's what that amazing smell was.

"Okay." He says.

You definitely were a little strange.

"Careful." He says quietly, "Shouldn't you let them rest more?" He asks.

You watch as a big string of chocolate lingers between the two halves you broke off.

"Nope. It's perfect."

He frowns at you. You really were an interesting girl.

You grab the plate that was already ready on the island and start to put the cookies on them. When you're done you hand it to him.

"You're carrying them."

He raises a brow at you.

"To your room?"

"No. To the post office. Yes, to my room." You chuckle.

He glares at you, a smile finally wanting to break over his face. But he holds it down.

"I never would've pegged you for being so sarcastic."

You walk around him, making your way into the foyer and up the stairs.

"Ha. Pegged."

He rolls his eyes as he follows you like a little puppy, plate in hands. Plural, because you decided to make a batch of about thirty cookies.

"You can put them on my desk. We'll eat them while we watch that video that's suggested on page five of lesson four. I even pulled out a second chair for you."

You really did do your homework.

It's not that he expected any less of you, that wasn't it. You impressed him, is all.

He didn't even know there was video in today's lesson.

He puts the plate on your desk and then goes to sit next to you on your bed, his back closest to your plush pillows. The same place he sat last time.

You both pull out your things and get started. Not even five minutes in, he notices your lack of concentration and the way you keep looking at him, distracted.

"Okay, is there something on my face?" He asks.

"No." You shake your head.

"Then what is it?" He snaps, putting his notebook on the bed, "Because I've asked you question three four times and instead of answering you're just staring at me with this confused look."

He narrows his eyes at you and then rolls them. He reaches down and starts to slowly pull off his sneakers.

"Better?" He asks.

"Much." You say.

He hums a response, picking his notebook back up again.

"I didn't peg you for being so into hospitality." He emphasizes the word purposefully.

"You didn't peg me at all." You say with a shrug.

A sound that seemed to make everything click into place, reverberates around the room. It was heartfelt and sweet. Bucky laughed.

You can't help but chuckle in response.

"Alright, let's do this, come on. We don't have a lot of time." He says, this time giving you possibly the sweetest smile you've ever received in your eighteen years of life.

It doesn't take more than twenty minutes for you to finish the written and verbal lesson. Before either of you know it, you're already setting up your laptop for the YouTube video.

You're glad to see Bucky swinging back in his own chair, munching on a cookie.

"Our wifi has been a bit crappy the last few days so it might take a few minutes for it to buffer."

"That's cool." He says.

"What time do you have to be at work?"

"Seven thirty, but I have to stop by at home and then till I get there it'll already be time."

You nod, leaning back in your own chair.

You take your own cookie and start eating it.

"I think I might've gone a little overboard, huh?" You asks, gesturing to the plate.

"A bit." Bucky says with a chuckle.

"I'll fix you a container. You can take some home with you." You add quietly.

He looks at you, his face softening.

"That's okay, you don't have to." He says.

"You're taking some with you and that's the end of that discussion."

He doesn't fight you on it. He knows you saw his mother that day. It was on her appointment day.

If this was either an action out of kindness of your soul or even a little bit a pity, it was still really sweet of you.

His eyes are lingering over your desk as you wait for the video to finish buffering. He doesn't even think before he asks.

"Who's the guy?" He asks, gesturing to the photo. He knows you and Steve Rogers had been dating for years, and that obviously wasn't him.

There's a silence after his question and he looks over at you from his half eaten cookie. When he sees your reaction and face he regrets asking.

You nod looking down at your hands.

"You're welcome," your eyes go back to the photo, "That's my brother. He was a few years older than me. He died six months ago. In a car accident."

Bucky opens his mouth and then closes it again. He feels terrible. The tremble in your voice is evident.

He feels something hollow in his chest and he also remembers what you told him recently about the change that happened half a year ago and he wonders if this had something to do with it.

He didn't forget.

"I was in the car with him." The way you say it was like you were remembering that day and playing it back to yourself.

"I'm sorry." Bucky says.

You simply nod.

He's in a trance as he watches you brush a lonely tear from your cheeks.

This girl was so different than the happy cheerful one from a few minutes ago. He can't help the jolt he feels inside of his chest at the need and want to bring her back.

Bucky walks into his living room to his parents sitting there and talking. The television is on, but the volume is low.

They politely greet him, but he can't help but notice the tension in the air. Whatever they had been talking about was serious.

He looks between them but their eyes are on his hands.

"Y/N, made cookies for you." He tells them, "I need to get to work. I'll leave them in the kitchen. I'll help you switch tanks before I go, mom."

"Tell her I say thank you." His mother says. Bucky overhears his father asking his mother who you were. "His study partner." She tells him.

Bucky grabs one more cookie before making his way to his parent's room to grab his mother's things.

Then it was off to the rink.

You could already feel the emotions running through your veins as the first note of the song started.

Once last glance at the ice beneath your skates and you were brought back to that day six months ago.

Ice.

Your biggest enemy and your biggest defeat.

You carved lines into where she hurt the most, and you created circles and hearts into her deepest imperfections. You took from her what she took from you.

And you took it from her over and over and over again.

Bucky's there a half hour early but he doesn't care. They knew everyone had been out of there for at least an hour.

At least he had thought so.

He's grabbing the main arena key and his ice shoes when he hears the beginning of a song, coming from the arena.

He frowns, not had expecting someone to still be there this late.

He walks down the long hallway and then makes a right, the shortest entrance to the ice rink.

Opening the door and walking in, he catches sight of a girl, twirling gracefully in the middle of the spotlight.

Because of her angle he couldn't make out her face, but her hair was in a tight bun.

He had seen figure skaters before, but there was something so different about this dance.

It was heartbreakingly passionate. The music is loud around them and he decides then that he shouldn't be intruding as such a private moment.

He lets the door close behind him and decides to wait in the main office until the girl is done.

At the end of of your axel jump, you think you see a movement from behind. It nearly startles you and you almost lose your footing.

But as you keep yourself steady and look at that spot, you notice there was nothing there.

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Song reader is skating to in this chapter is Crashing by ILLENIUM (feat. Bahari)

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Sharon: Time for plan G

Ronan: Don’t you mean plan B?

Sharon: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties

Masha: What about plan D?

Sharon: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago

Charlotte: What about plan E?

Sharon: I’m hoping not to use it. Victor dies in plan E

Yelena: I like plan E

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Fics With Titles That Start With C Masterlist 2

part one

Camellias, Forsythias, Orange and Lavender Roses, and White Violets (ao3) - Ralkana clint/phil T, 4k

Summary: It was just a regular day in Clint's shop, and a flirty encounter with a handsome customer.

Now, how can Clint make sure it happens again?

Can't Blame Me For Secretly Hoping (ao3) - agentx13 sharon/steve G, 21k

Summary: After Natasha tries so hard to set them up, Steve and Sharon decide to get one over on her and prove once and for all that they aren't meant to be together. Naturally, not everything goes according to plan.

Caring for a Human (ao3) - The_Winter_Writer tony/thor N/R, 2k

Summary: There was a constant low level fear that had settled at the back of Thor's mind. Humans were a fragile race, though constantly trying to hide that fact, and Thor hated the reminder of it in Tony’s exhausted eyes. He hated how the sight of fever flushed cheeks and the sound of a raspy voice made that fear slam to the front of his mind.

Casino Royale (ao3) - maybek8e peggy/steve T, 43k

Summary: A ruthless killer. A legendary lover. And the world’s only hope against total annihilation. When Agent Margaret Carter, recently awarded her Double-Oh status for the extermination of two important threats, is sent into a high-stakes poker game against a criminal known only as the Red Skull, she isn’t entirely pleased to have an American pretty-boy as her only back-up on the job. But Steve Rogers isn’t just the money—he’s an important ally. And by the end of it all, Steve might be all Carter has to keep her alive.

Castigatio (ao3) - justanotherStonyfan steve/bucky E, 13k

Summary: “So explain to me,” Steve says, “and I mean give me one good reason I should let you get away with that shit you pulled today.”

Catching Lightning in a Bottle (ao3) - sabrecmc steve/tony M, 120k

Summary: College student Tony meets janitor Steve at MIT and they fall blissfully in love, until Howard happens and things fall apart. One divorce paperwork snafu courtesy of the ever-helpful Jarvis, and ten years later, Tony has to get re-divorced from Steve.

This does not go as he imagines.

Or, the Sweet Home Alabama AU that no one--well, okay, a few of you--asked for.

Catch Your Voice (ao3) - lavvyan clint/phil T, 14k

Summary: Clint keeps telling himself he's not obsessed with Coulson. From the way Natasha keeps laughing at him, she's not buying it either. But it's only a crush if you know what the other guy actually looks like, right?

Cherish the Living (ao3) - 27dragons, tisfan bucky/tony E, 49k

Summary: Tony grew up on stories of the time before the virus, but that’s a world that’s long ago and far away. He now travels a route between the various walled settlements, trading goods and repairs for bread and board, and carrying news from one villa to the next. It’s a dangerous life, but one he’s used to and well-suited for. That is, until a cluster of zombies gets the drop on him.

Bucky is a Nomad, one of a band of enhanced humans who have sworn to wipe out all zombies and put an end to the zombie plague -- one at a time, if necessary. When he rescues Tony, he’s just doing his job. Agreeing to escort Tony to the next villa is a bit above-and-beyond, but it’s nice to have company after so long on the road alone. He didn’t expect the trip to forge a bond between the two of them that not nothing -- not even death -- could break.

cherry red as sweet as sin (ao3) - soniclipstick (veriscence) clint/phil E, 3k

Summary: Clint is the sexiest thing on the planet, Phil's always known that. But the reality of a Clint with kohl-rimmed eyes and cherry red lips slams into the pleasure centres of Phil's brain like a freight car so hard it takes him a full twenty seconds to recover.

It's not surprising how quickly the fleeting fancy of Clint and skin and heat becomes reality after that.

Christmas at the Bartons' (ao3) - ejdvdsn clint/laura, bucky/darcy, steve/natasha, lance/bobbi, jane/thor T, 27k

Summary: The fic in which the Bartons scheme to get the former-Avengers and cohorts, back together for Christmas. Because what could possibly go wrong?

christmas with the rogers (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/sam T, 3k

Summary: Steve needs a boyfriend to his family's Christmas dinner to help prove to his homophobic dad that his sexuality is "not just a phase". Sam offers to be Steve's fake boyfriend.

Clint Barton's Guide to Friends and Ceiling Vents (ao3) - NoliteTimereEos clint/natasha T, 6k

Summary: In which Clint Barton meets a missing assassin in the vents and somehow becomes friends with him. Things don't go as bad as they could have.

Coffee and Chocolate (ao3) - SherlocksHound loki/tony, jane/thor T, 8k

Summary: Coffee shop AU, kinda. In which Loki lives as a famous chef and has a re-encounter with someone he thought he would never see again: Dr. Tony Stark. Add a nice little Family meeting with drama and get a FrostIron special.

Coffee Spoons and Fish Fallacies (ao3) - 27dragons bucky/tony T, 3k

Summary: Harley and Peter think their dads would get along great, since both of them are uber nerrrrrds. They set up a date, and eagerly await the outcome.

Cold as the Night (ao3) - whatcolourmyeyes darcy/loki, jane/thor T, 27k

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Summary: When they found the time capsule with Steve’s old Captain America costume and Peggy’s SSR uniform, Bucky didn’t think that they would be using them for sex games. He should’ve thought that, because this is him and Clint, and this is who they are. But it honestly didn’t cross his mind until Clint fingered Peggy’s tie thoughtfully and said, Bet you’d look good with red lipstick smeared across your face.

conversations from a couch (haven’t felt the same) (ao3) - buggieb mj/peter M, 15k

Summary: Michelle blinks, and all she sees is Peter, the shittiest liar she’s ever fucking met, ever fucking fallen in love with, and she can’t help but think, Holy shit. What if he’d died today?

[or: michelle is falling in love, and she can’t even pretend to be mad about it]

Cookie Jar, NY (ao3) - Siria peggy/steve T, 16k

Summary: Aunt Sarah's Cookies and Confectionery Co. may operate at a loss, but it's the lifeblood of the small town of Cookie Jar. Business executive Peggy Carter has been sent there on a simple assignment: get the company's owner to agree to a sell off. But what was supposed to be a simple assignment gets complicated when Peggy meets Steve Rogers, who's determined to keep his factory open. Though Peggy's a big city girl at heart, there's something about this small town that she finds intriguing—and something about a certain stubborn factory owner, too.

Cruel and Unusual Punishment (ao3) - plastic_cello bucky/loki E, 7k

Summary: Loki smirked; prepared to take out his anger out onto someone for his previous humiliation, and there was no better person to take it out on than Bucky Barnes.

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