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[professorchrisevans]

are you afraid that at some point you could become more captain america than chris evans? "i suppose. there’s always a worry about being pigeonholed, but when it’s something like captain america… i could have worse problems. but that’s why you try and do something very different and opposite after; something darker."

[hagarsays]

Never thought I would make this announcement but here we are LOL

Hello, Evans fandom I hope everyone is well. After thoughts and consideration for the past couple of weeks, I have decided to officially leave the fandom. I never thought this day would come and I would even be saying this but here we are. After how Chris has been acting toward his recent relationship even his fans I think it shows his true colors. You guys can hate me all you want but this started with how he has been silent about recent events in the middle east and etc. Before anyone says anything I'm Iranian and how he handles the Iran situation was barely up to expectation. After that ASP chat, he went radio silent, while other celebrities were vocal about it. So this is my reason you can support me or not i don't care. This is my choice at the end of the day.

Thank you

-HagarSays

[epiphanies]

omg your header is amazing! i am in love 😩💜

nush made it, thank u becka!!!! 🥺🫶🏼

[darsynia]

Hand(s) Off | Ch 4: Entropy

(Steve Rogers/f!Reader sex pollen-esque multichapter)

gif by @captainevans

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Summary: Steve’s loved hearing about you from Bucky. He doesn’t want anything to derail the progress his best friend has made toward being a whole person again, which is why he’s going to use every ounce of his slowly-deteriorating willpower to resist touching you, tasting you, taking you. After all, he’s just met you, and his own integrity, not to mention Bucky’s trust, is important to him.

Neither of you are prepared for the catch.

Length | Warnings: 3,752 | male masturbation MINORS DNI

Fill: Adoptable ‘Pheremones’ from @allcapsbingo

Tags (please request!): @starryeyes2000 @munstysmind @ronearoundblindly @chickensarentcheap @themaradaniels @tiny-anne @deepbatched @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @wolfstar-marvelsfan @icequeen1371 @chibijusstuff @nekoannie-chan @brooke0297 @caplanreads

Excerpt:

Bucky’s smiling. He’s still sitting with his back to the wall as usual, but he looks relaxed, even though the place has filled up considerably since they got here. Suddenly, Steve realizes that this isn’t just about the thing between the two of you, it’s about Bucky showing he’s made progress. His friend would probably strangle himself with his metal hand than admit that’s what he’s doing, of course, but that’s what’s going on, here. Growth. It’s almost enough to make Steve choke up-- but he hears a burst of piano notes and a cymbal crash that draw his attention to the stage.

There’s a rich red curtain that angles in an oval around the stage area, and it parts in the middle right as he looks up. A woman steps through, her face obscured by the stage lights that inexpertly angle towards her. She’s wearing a stunner of a dress, a rhinestone-studded sheath that cups her breasts as tightly as everywhere else, all except for the thigh high slit that instantly sends his pulse racing. When she makes it to the microphone, Steve sees that the gown is blue, navy blue, just like his suit. She’s also wearing a delicate mesh jacket that hides nothing but adds class, its see-through sleeves extending to her wrists, collar reaching up to tease her jawline. 

The spotlight’s harsh glare finally softens, and he can see her smile. Your smile.

Oh shit, Steve thinks to himself.

Entropy

Steve’s taken to jogging through the city again. 

At first he told himself it was because he didn’t want to feel confined to the tower, but that’s only a small part of it. Ever since his overdose of Mistress, he’s felt a strange urgency for motion, even at night. He’s chalked it up to guilt; Steve has… fond memories of what transpired between the two of you, no matter how much he’s tried to tell himself that’s wrong. That dichotomy itches under his skin, builds up to the point where he has to physically work it off, like some strange sort of debt that must be paid.

The problem is, it’s not getting better. It might actually be getting worse-- two weeks have gone by, and still, somehow, he wants to see you. He’d thought that would pass, had counted on it to pass.

The repair work is almost finished on the apartment, meaning he won’t need to sleep on the couch anymore. Steve’s looking forward to that, beyond what it feels like to live out of laundry baskets in the living room. He misses his bed, though it won’t be the same bed. All the furniture is set to be replaced, just in case the proliferation of Mistress has left any residue behind. He suspects that’s not really necessary, but Tony and Bucky won’t tell him what happened during their confrontation. All he can see are the after effects, the way Tony is being almost embarrassingly thorough on top of apologetic.

When Steve gets in from his twenty mile run, sweat-soaked and still buzzing internally, Bucky blocks his path to the bathroom.

“You ok?”

Steve looks at his friend. He’s dressed to go out, hair in a bun-thing at the back of his neck, tight pants, leather jacket. It’s Saturday morning, so that means--

He suppresses the immediate instinct to ask about you.

“I’m fine.” The skepticism in Bucky’s expression strikes Steve like a minor version of the fist to his face he’d earned two weeks ago. He forces a shrug. “Trouble sleeping.”

One side of Bucky’s lip turns up. “Might be easier if you forgive yourself long enough to jack off right before.”

“What, are you spying on me at night? Creepy, James,” Steve grits out, shoving past Bucky to head for the bathroom. The problem is, Buck’s right. He hasn’t touched himself at all since Mistress, and it only now occurs to him that maybe that’s the source of the weird build-up/unease he’s been feeling. “Go spend time with your friend and leave me to it, then.” Crap. He hadn’t meant to say any of that out loud.

Bucky’s silence speaks volumes, and Steve risks a look over at him as he opens the bathroom door. His expression is worse.

“Not spying. I can just tell.” Bucky’s gloating, like he’s flipped a switch Steve couldn’t reach, or something. “You know, she still wants to talk to you.”

“Still no,” Steve barks back. He goes into the bathroom and shuts the door, probably a bit harder than he ought to have, because his friend’s laughter floats down the hallway and out the front door. 

Talking to you would be a mistake, not until he can shake whatever compulsion he feels to see you again, to know what you look like happy, safe, and uninfluenced by the drug. Those thoughts are innocent enough, but that’s not all Steve wants.

He won’t even let himself think about the other things he wants. Those desires have clearly been unnaturally created by the combination of the drug itself and his natural sense of fidelity. He’s touched you in a way that gave you both pleasure. He knows what you taste like. Those are intimate things, ideally things a man shares only with someone he’s meant to cherish and protect.

Bottom line, his mind is confused, and he needs to clear that up before he sees you again.

Steve strips down and steps into the shower. It was a mistake to let his mind stray so close to those moments with you right before this, he realizes too late. The vibrating clamor in his mind that he’d tried to chase away with physical activity is back with a vengeance, and all he can think about is Bucky’s suggestion to touch himself. What he should do is put the water on cold at full blast and empty his mind… but would it be so bad to take advantage of this opportunity? It’s the first full erection he’s allowed himself to have in weeks.

He puts the water on and turns it hotter than normal.

There’s a ringing in Steve’s ears as he reaches down and sets his hand on his right thigh. The warm, welcoming water beats down on his bowed head, mere trickles making their way to the thatch of hair around his cock. He’s already too warm, every inch of his skin thrumming with the electricity of what he’s about to do. It’s not wrong, but it’s not right, either.

He tells himself he has to do this with a blank slate, no mental images, no associations. As soon as his hand closes around his cock, those high-minded ideals burn to ash. His eyes are closed; he hadn’t turned on the bathroom light, and the door has long-since shut automatically, so it’s dark, dark as his bedroom had been. 

Steve strokes once, immediately bracing himself against the tile wall with his other hand, because holy hell, it feels so good it could be a medical result. He’d held off touching himself until now out of a sense of… of civic duty, and fuck, if this is his reward, he’s earned it. Steve gasps helplessly with each successive slide of his fist, powerless to stop, desperate to continue. Unbidden, he imagines you on the other side of the wall he’s holding himself up with, as though you’re once again suffering the same delicious torture as he is.

All too soon, he feels the tightening clench of his approaching orgasm, the buzzing in his chest brought to a frenzy with the promise of release-- and then the feeling plateaus and pauses. Steve spins around and shoulders up to the wall, begging and threatening in turns as he chases the suddenly elusive pleasure with his hips and hands. Behind him, the wall gives a little, and small pieces of plaster start to fall.

“Bruce, with respect, you’ll have to ask her.”

Banner’s hair is already in disarray, and at this, he runs his hand back through it, face full of distress. “You’re not really suggesting I ask this woman I’ve never met whether or not she is capable of having a--” He breaks off, obviously horrified. “Why can’t you, uh… ask Barnes to���”

“I thought of that,” Steve says. 

He did. He knows that Bucky’s been very clear about whether or not his friendship with you has potential to shift away from the platonic, but he also thinks that friendship is the best groundwork for something more. He’s already undermined that foundation thanks to the calamity you two shared combined with his own closeness with Bucky. There’s no escaping either association. He’ll be damned if he weakens that friendship further.

“Bruce, the best I can tell you is to get her contact information from Bucky and get in tou--” he stops, face reddening. His next instinct is to say ‘reach out,’ which is also a no go. Somehow every reference he makes to you is tactile.

“Got it,” Bruce says quickly. “Thanks.”

Steve nods, grateful to get out of there, but Banner calls out one last time when he reaches the door.

“I’ll probably need to take more vials once a week for a while at least, so we can figure this all out.”

“Understood,” Steve says, speeding up. Blood draws he can do, but to be reminded of the whole situation every week for the foreseeable future? Not ideal, especially since he’s already thinking about it every day.

A few days later, he’s finishing up making dinner when Bucky slouches in and leans his shoulder up on the wall nearby.

“That restless thing getting worse?”

Steve just nods. He’s starting to worry, because he can’t be the only one who’s overdosed on the stuff, and just because Bruce hasn’t found any reports of similar experiences doesn’t mean they’re not happening. People could be too ashamed to say anything, but if they’re having the exact same symptoms he is…

“I need to ask--” Bucky falls silent, clearly uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Steve’s certain he knows what Bucky’s trying to say. There’s no power on Earth that could compel him to make it any easier, though. For a bright few seconds he considers doing something drastic with dinner to get out of the rest of the conversation.

“Do you want garlic bread?” he asks, instead.

“Damnit, Steve!”

“I’ll take that as ‘no.’”

Bucky shoves off from the wall and stalks past him, opening a drawer with the kind of petulance usually seen in teenagers. Steve decides it’s the exact right time to take the full garbage to the chute, and when he returns, Buck’s got a sauce-wet spoon in his hand and a disgruntled expression.

He nods to the spaghetti sauce on the stove. “That’s pretty good. It’s also proof that you don’t mind doing things the hard way, so here goes: Dee says she can’t orgasm anymore. Can you?”

Steve’s completely and utterly speechless. Bucky’s just thrown a grenade, and Steve has never in his life been an uncaring bystander. The part of his brain that has clearly imprinted on you is standing at attention, screaming that he’s culpable, that this is his battle to fight alongside you. He swallows hard and forces himself to answer.

“No.”

“Shit,” Bucky sighs. He opens a cupboard door, pulls out something, and thrusts it and the mixing spoon into Steve’s hands. “Finish up, I’m taking you with me to her show tonight.”

“I don’t think talking to her about something like this at her place of business is the best--”

“No talking, just listening,” Bucky interrupts. “You, listening to her sing. If the two of you got long-term messed up by that stuff, and that was the only time you ever spent around each other, that’s not going to help you get fixed.”

Bucky leaves without giving any time to respond, which is fine, because he’s right, and Steve doesn’t really feel like acknowledging that right now. He looks down to see that Bucky has given him a container of sugar, implying that’s what the sauce needs. It’s a testament to how worried he must be about you that he hadn’t made a joke about the juxtaposition of those two situations.

Trusting his best friend is almost always the best course of action, but that doesn’t make it easy every time. Steve tries the sauce, stirs in some sugar, and tries it again.

“Yeah, okay,” he mutters to himself.

Bucky sticks to small talk or silence as they eat their spaghetti, and after putting away the leftovers, Steve slips through the nearly-finished door to his bedroom and changes into a suit. It’s a navy blue one he bought himself with his own money, not one of the fancier ones Tony got for him for Avenger stuff. When he gets back into the living room, though, Bucky looks surprised.

“You know this is a bar, right? You look like a lawyer.”

He looks down at himself. “Isn't tonight the 40’s thing?”

Bucky’s bringing over a dusty-looking blue jacket and gesturing for Steve to take off the suit coat. “Sure it is, but we’re going for Cagney over Stewart. More Clint than Tony, yeah?”

It’s a Moment, because Bucky doesn’t usually refer to the other Avengers like that, he’s still off by himself more often than not, still adjusting. Steve covers his pleased reaction by turning away as he removes his blazer and puts on the proffered jacket. When he turns around, he’s granted a begrudging nod, and they head out.

The venue is a bar/restaurant, with a solid wall separating the two areas except for the back third. It’s already busy, with a line to enter, and Steve notes with surprise that the doorman seems to recognize Bucky. That puts his qualms about Steve’s clothing a bit more in context, especially since his friend is more defendant than prosecutor tonight, tight jeans, black leather, long hair down, the works. There are other men in suits, though, and when they walk inside, Steve even sees couples dressed in vintage wear holding cocktails.

“This is a whole thing?” he murmurs to Bucky.

“Just wait.”

They end up at a table in the back, but the place is well built, and it’s easy to see the stage from where they’re sitting. The lighting is dim but warm, and Steve feels a frisson of excitement to get a chance to hear you really sing. He can still pull up the memory of your sexy humming under his blanket-- the same one he’s been using on the couch.

He’s, uh, not going to tell you that, though. That would be even more inappropriate than showing up at a performance like he has any right to distract you with his presence.

That thought sends Steve into a spiral of concern, enough to take a few gulps of whiskey and actually feel its tingle before his metabolism evens things out.

“What is with you?” Bucky sets a heavy hand on Steve’s where he’d been drumming his fingers on their small circular table.

“You should have warned her. Did you warn her?”

“Why?”

“The-- thing that happened, it’s obviously still affecting both of us. She’s a performer, seeing me here could throw her off.” He shoves his chair back, downs the rest of his drink.

“Don’t be an idiot, she’s a professional. And you’re going to want to hear this, trust me.”

Bucky’s smiling. He’s still sitting with his back to the wall as usual, but he looks relaxed, even though the place has filled up considerably since they got here. Suddenly, Steve realizes that this isn’t just about the thing between the two of you, it’s about Bucky showing he’s made progress. His friend would probably strangle himself with his metal hand than admit that’s what he’s doing, of course, but that’s what’s going on, here. Growth. It’s almost enough to make Steve choke up-- but he hears a burst of piano notes and a cymbal crash that draw his attention to the stage.

There’s a rich red curtain that angles in an oval around the stage area, and it parts in the middle right as he looks up. A woman steps through, her face obscured by the stage lights that inexpertly angle towards her. She’s wearing a stunner of a dress, a rhinestone-studded sheath that cups her breasts as tightly as everywhere else, all except for the thigh high slit that instantly sends his pulse racing. When she makes it to the microphone, Steve sees that the gown is blue, navy blue, just like his suit. She’s also wearing a delicate mesh jacket that hides nothing but adds class, its see-through sleeves extending to her wrists, collar reaching up to tease her jawline. 

The spotlight’s harsh glare finally softens, and he can see her smile. Your smile.

Oh shit, Steve thinks to himself.

“Well, hello there, my darlings!” you purr, turning to gesture to the musicians behind you. As you do so, your left leg extends from the slit in your dress, and Steve catches his breath.

So does a significant portion of the audience.

Beside him, Bucky’s obvious throat-clear is tinged with amusement, but Steve refuses to look over.

“I’m going to start with one of our remixes. This is Lovefool, by the Cardigans-- if it had come out in ‘45.”

He doesn’t recognize the song, but that hardly matters. Your voice is just as sultry as he��d expected, and the song is as sassy as it is sexy. Steve’s completely captivated, leaning forward, eyes locked to your every move. Your stage presence is expert-level, and though he and Bucky are at the back of the room, he can tell that you’re making warm, welcoming eye contact with patrons all over the room. It’s only a matter of time before you see him.

He has a sudden, desperate wish that he’d met you the same way Bucky had, organically, without the lingerie-sporting giant Elephant in the room. As the song winds down, Steve feels like it’s his responsibility to lean back, to minimize his presence, to protect you from the knowledge that he’s there. You’ll be looking for Bucky, most likely, and that makes Steve’s presence at the same table selfish, even cruel.

Steve lifts his hand up to cover part of his face-- but it’s too late. Your eyes sweep the back of the room, face lighting up as you tip your head forward. You’ve clearly seen Bucky. Steve’s breath catches as you shift your gaze and meet his eyes. You freeze right as the music does, your smile sobering just long enough for those two actions to be clearly related.

Is there a little apologetic quirk in your eyebrows as you pull in a breath to continue singing? Surely he’s imagining it… but then you close your eyes and tip your head back, clasping the old-style microphone with both hands to support you as you start to sing again.

"So I cry, and I pray, and I beg…"

By the end of the set, Steve’s body is humming with heat and admiration. He fully understands how it is that Bucky came back to hear you, time after time. You and your band have a delightful grasp on the genre, weaving genuine 40’s hits with modern songs sung in a recognizable style. Some of the lyrics of those remixed songs feel like a stinging indictment of the intervening years, to the point where Steve’s entirely certain it’s on purpose. He’d never thought of music in that way before, especially not sung in a venue like this.

“You still breathing over there?” Bucky asks after a few minutes of silence, amused.

“Thinking about it,” Steve admits. “I see why you kept coming back.”

Bucky stands and stretches, pressing both hands to his lower back. He’s bending in a way that would get him more attention if they weren’t in the darkest corner of the place. “Yeah.” The single word carries a lot with it.

“If you want to go over and--”

“Nah, not my thing. We can go.”

Steve is offended for you by proxy. “She won’t feel like you’re, I don’t know…” he trails off instead of guessing the reactions of a woman he doesn’t know very well. You deserve attention from your best friend after a performance like that.

“I usually don’t talk to her in person after, but I can give you her number if you want to text her your compliments.” Bucky’s grin is best described as shit-eating. Steve must look confused, because after the two walk out into the night air, Buck explains, “Dee says she likes to ‘foster mystery.’ I’m one of the only people she ever came out to talk to. I looked grouchy as hell the first three of these I showed up for, according to her. She threatened to deck me.”

“She what?” Steve’s heart may have just fluttered, which is concerning.

“She said the pianist has a lot of performance anxiety, and my glowering was making it hard for him. I promised to practice my smiles.” Bucky turns and grins so maniacally that Steve cracks up. Then his friend shrugs. “Broke the ice, I guess. Glad you enjoyed yourself.”

He did. Steve might go as far as to say he feels like a different person in a couple of ways, as a friend as well as a man. The former has to do with understanding one of the big reasons why Bucky’s made so much progress over the past few months. The latter is more physical.

He feels settled, somehow. The buzzing, anxious feeling that has been plaguing him for weeks is somehow gone, and its absence is palpable. It’s hard not to think that has something to do with you, but whether that’s actually true is hard to say.

His clothes have a distinct ‘spent hours at a bar’ smell to them, which means his hair and skin probably do, too, so Steve hops in the shower not long after they get back to the tower.

It isn’t until he’s finished washing his hair that he realizes there might be scientific significance to his state of contentment. The thought makes him laugh out loud, because he knows what desperation feels and tastes like, and this is indistinguishable. Still, he wants, no-- needs to come, for more than one reason, and if his analytical mind can produce such a selfless-sounding reason, who is he to argue?

Steve Rogers can’t really drink alcohol fast enough to end up drunk, not unless he really tries, but tonight, he feels drunk on multiple things. Surprise, maybe. Your music, certainly. Definitely that dress.

The first touch of his soap-slick hand on his cock is glorious. Steve adjusts the sprayer so the hot water is directly striking his chest, shuts his eyes, and sets a brutal rhythm. Soon he’s panting, the pleasure so exquisite that he can’t stop himself from moaning every few strokes. There’s a liquid fire that’s spreading from his groin all the way to his toes and the tips of his ears, and this time he just knows he’ll be able to do it, he can finish.

Steve lurches forward to brace his forehead on the wall and ruts into his fist, keening against the beauty of it. His body is rushing toward the cliff of the best orgasm he’s ever, ever had-- but no matter how perfectly he moves his hand, how fast or slow he rocks his hips, he can’t push past whatever barrier there is stopping him from coming.

He slams his hand on the tile in utter, agonized frustration.

Pain blooms in his palm, the blood bright on the white tile. Steve just stands there and watches for a long minute. The shower swirls the diluted blood around the crumbled chunks as the red liquid seeks escape down the drain.

Something is deeply wrong, and he really hopes the answer is somewhere in those cells.

Next chapter...

[buchanans]

the end of an era don't worry the conent of this blog (when i'm online) will still be the same (i'm never leaving my bucky era) but it was time for a change @thewintersoldier @buckybarnesj @hoe-biwan @ginnyandgeorgia @obiwan @c-evans @castlesrichards @harrison-ford @captainevans @nowadayz @enidsniclair @summercohen @buckysbarnes 

[sheisraging]

I posted 1,813 times in 2022

That's 93 more posts than 2021!

266 posts created (15%)

1,547 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bartbarthelme

@nightlocktime

@sebastienlelivre

@captainevans

I tagged 1,812 of my posts in 2022 (DID I NOT TAG ONE POST???)

#q'd - 463 posts

#tv - 458 posts

#chris evans - 228 posts

#film - 192 posts

#meatballs from heaven - 142 posts

#the most important beard in the world - 139 posts

#lolling forever - 128 posts

#interview with the vampire - 103 posts

#heartstopper - 90 posts

#things im tagged in - 85 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters (lolling at this - pretty sure it was a post about airline seating regulations):

#it's impossible to evacuate an aircraft in 90 seconds (as required) if everyone is crammed into too tight seats they can barely move out of

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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[sersi]

a creation for every month of 2022

Post your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year (it’s okay to skip months!).

tagged by @goncharoffs 💗

january - favorite: captain america/captain carter timeline fragments - most popular: ajak in eternals

february - favorite: eternals x arishem’s speech - most popular: thena in eternals

march - favorite: eternals x international women’s day (for @eternalssource) - most popular: no thoughts, head empty mcu

april - favorite + most popular: steve rogers x children of ruin (sometimes reading hard sci-fi pays off in god tier blorbo inspo!!!)

may - favorite + most popular: the leads of the mcu on disney+

june - favorite: the peggy carter cinematic universe 🥰 - most popular: peggy carter/captain carter in multiverse of madness

july - favorite: kamala’s community shaping her costume - most popular: shang-chi vs. the dweller in darkness

august - favorite: steve rogers/sersi parallels - most popular: she-hulk tiamut reference (for @eternalssource)

september - favorite: wong bailing on things - most popular: this she-hulk set (for @theavengers)

october - favorite: ikaris/sersi x the great war - most popular: mcu love

november - favorite: eternals anniversary set - most popular: winston duke esquire cover shoot

december - favorite: steve girl representation - most popular: this drax/mantis holiday special set

andddddd i’m tagging @captainevans @whatelsecanwedonow @lokihiddleston @brielarsonist & @avasillva (but only if you want to 😊)

[anika-ann]

I posted 2,746 times in 2022

261 posts created (10%)

2,485 posts reblogged (90%)

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@chase-your-dreams-away

@murdock-and-the-sea

@avengerofyourheart

@ronearoundblindly

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I tagged 2,744 of my posts in 2022

#r - 2,478 posts

#beautiful man - 595 posts

#so so grateful - 499 posts

#ramble - 490 posts

#chris evans - 486 posts

#reactions - 425 posts

#steve rogers - 296 posts

#steve rogers x reader - 184 posts

#writing - 167 posts

#reply - 165 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#i am usually the first to look for a hidden meaning but sometimes “come chat with me” really just means “come chat with me” 🥹

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Ice Cream (S.R.)

Type: comfort fluffy/dirty blurb

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 1300

Summary: You didn’t have exactly a great day - had an awful one, really. But it’s nothing a tub of ice-cream and a loving boyfriend couldn’t fix.

Warnings: 18+ for implied smut and suggestive language... and for that terrible pun/innuendo Tony came up with, brief violence

A/N: I’m gonna write a drabble – this time actually short, but really! Hahaha. Ahahahah, right. Here, have a very spontaneous blurb I wrote instead of studying baguette, which I’m gonna do now, excuse me-- 💕

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#4

On Va Voir, Ma Chérie (S.R.)

Type: Modern-college-professor AU - part of Attached series or a standalone

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 3000

Summary: You messed up. Again. Now you’re stuck with reading a stupid book for your class, in French, which you barely speak and you know you’re in for a long night.

Your favourite professor and fiancé in one person comes to your rescue. Suddenly it’s not all bad; it’s worse.

Warnings: 18+, smut (dry-humping, fingering),dirty talk, language kink and voice kink (hello self.-indulgence), French, ‘babygirl’ (no daddy kink), language

A/N: Either a standalone (becauseit’s just a prof Steve and language kink) or a part of the Attached series. Look at me crawling outta my hiatus just to share filth...

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You couldn’t believe you forgot. You couldn’t believe you forgot about this week’s reading for your European lit class.

You knew this week was going suspiciously smoothly.

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#3

Hold onto Me (S.R.)

Type: Drabble-ish PWP

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 1200

Summary: You’re a SHIELD agent in training struggling with your upper body strength. Your boyfriend offers help - and has some interesting and very motivating methods.

Warnings: smut, 18+, nsfw, PWP, unprotected sex, praise kink and captain/uniform kink (if you squint), stealth suit and its (in)appropriate use, mean-ish Steve (not really, I cannot write him mean because in my eyes he’s not), language

A/N: My hands slipped after THIS gif-fueled conversation🤭 I blame @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ for her caption and @ocean-bucky​ for tagging me in the first place 👀  Also, I used Amber’s line (I hope that’s okay, tell me if it’s not, Amber, please)

S.R. masterlist

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335 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#2

Love on the Brain - masterlist

MCU x Criminal Minds crossover

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, (slight allusions to past Spencer Reid x reader)

Summary: You found menacing pictures of you friend, colleague and neighbour Steve in your mailbox.  

Someone might play it off as a bad joke, but you were an agent for the Avengers Initiative and a former FBI agent. You’ve seen cases like this and you were taking no chances. Not with Steve of all people.

But you were going to need help; enter the BAU.

Characters to appear: Steve Rogers, ‘reader’, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia...

Setting: slight AU, before Avengers: Age of Ultron and Criminal Minds season 7

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406 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

In the Name of the King (S.R.)

Type: medieval/fantasy AU

Pairing: knight Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 13,000 * 

Summary:  Sir Steven Rogers, having risen from common people, now one of the most trusted knights to prince Anthony. You, nothing but a servant, albeit to Princess Maria herself. 

Love blooms in any place and it cares little for the rules of the court – much like your Steven. Then again, war cares just as little for any feelings you and your knight might harbour for each other...

Warnings: 18+ for NSFW thoughts, talk and sexy times in making, inexperienced and rather reader, probably desperately era-inaccurate, blood and mention of violence, death, religious ambiguity, tooth-rotting fluff, angst, language, (reader has hair long enough to be braided)

A/N: This is sort-of a song fic for it is based on a Czech song. You can find it here. I took the liberty to loosely translate the lyrics for you throughout the fic.

* A/N: If you prefer reading it in two parts, the best part for a split is after 5,5k words – you will find a gif there. Divider’s mine, btw. Enjoy 🥰

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I posted 1,168 times in 2022

That's 1,168 more posts than 2021!

140 posts created (12%)

1,028 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@docdracula

@yelenaisace

@captainevans

@anakincito

I tagged 1,142 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#stevetony - 380 posts

#steve - 240 posts

#tony - 132 posts

#fanart - 91 posts

#ce - 56 posts

#stony - 41 posts

#superhusbands - 38 posts

#art - 30 posts

#answered - 28 posts

#nat - 25 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#and when he meets steve in the present it’s because a rudimentary shield lands in front of tony after a miscalculated throw and it clicks

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

just thinking about how steve chooses to wear the suit tony made for him while he’s on the run. he has a target on his back, he is a criminal under the u.s. government, but that doesn’t stop him from wearing a suit so intrinsically tied to the person he betrayed. it’s battered, dirtied, and nearly to shreds by the time we see him in infinity war, and yet, he still wears it like a security blanket.

111 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#4

chris evans and robert downey jr. really said with their whole chests that their characters were going to be gay for each other even if marvel did not

115 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

#3

sometimes i get taken aback by how good avengers assemble (tv) is. it has absolutely everything. they all have individual personalities. there’s specific episodes that explore each of the avengers. we know steve’s favorite flavor is butter pecan. steve isn’t imprisoned by his own past (the two episodes that show this are immaculate). the banter (the banter!!!). steve and tony are actually husbands™️ and the mom and dad of the group. steve is tony stark’s biggest fan (i.e. the deaged tony and undercover episodes). sam’s mom’s cookies. they have parties and team hangouts on the balcony. hulk and thor have standing video game tourneys. there was an episode where natasha is a vampire. like the mcu can never.

117 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#2

just thinking about all the times steve and tony looked into each other’s eyes and shared silent conversations that only the two of them could understand

134 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

picture this.

tony, the sleep-deprived college student who’s working on his engineering degree (among other things), stumbles into the only cafe near campus that is open longer than five pm and orders a large with as many espresso shots that can fit into it

steve, the startled barista who dropped out of college to help pay for his mother’s medical bills, can’t even tell him that that kind of order is not possible because he’s so stunned from the severity of a request like that. it’s past six o clock and a stranger is ordering an amount of espresso that could kill a person, so he tries to persuade the guy to order something else. like a double shot instead of like fifty.

tony, too distracted by how hot the barista is, even with his coffee stained shirt and mussed up hair, just agrees and mindlessly stuffs a hundred into the tip jar after he pays. after he gets his drink, he heads to a corner of the coffee shop and opens up his laptop to start working on the dissertation he knows he’s been ignoring.

he finishes his coffee, but before he can lament the fact that he had no more caffeine left to consume, there is already another cup being placed beside him. he looks up and it’s the hot barista from before. steve, his name tag says. it’s just his name, written with a white chalkboard pen, but then, he sees the little cartoon drinking an oversized cup of coffee next to it and finds himself smitten.

before he can question it, steve says, “you gave me a hundred dollar tip. I’m pretty sure this covers it.”

then he leaves with a smile, and tony’s dumb heart is all aflutter. he chooses to ignore the butterflies and instead, focus on the blinking cursor that looks like it’s almost mocking him at this point.

he ends up falling asleep. even with four shots of espresso, his body decides to catch up on the two days of sleep he didn’t have. his nose presses into the F key (quite fittingly) and types it into the word document for ten pages straight.

steve keeps a passive eye on him. it’s a slow day, so it’s only him and one other person working until the cafe closes at 11. he catches the guy in the corner with his head pillowed on his laptop and winces. surely, that can’t be comfortable. he slips away from behind the counter and makes his way towards the table.

he is this close to sliding the laptop from underneath the guy’s head when it happens.

he gets punched. right in the nose.

“fuck.”

182 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

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[xoxobuckybarnes]

I posted 3,911 times in 2022

That's 2,316 more posts than 2021!

26 posts created (1%)

3,885 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@musette22

@iamjusthereforsebastianstan

@stuckyfanart

@captainevans

@weheartchrisevans

I tagged 3,908 of my posts in 2022

#chris evans - 1,376 posts

#sebastian stan - 1,294 posts

#steve rogers - 1,291 posts

#bucky barnes - 1,246 posts

#steve and bucky - 886 posts

#fanart - 726 posts

#captain america - 627 posts

#captain america: the winter soldier - 257 posts

#captain america: civil war - 186 posts

#captain america: the first avenger - 178 posts

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The 355 was AMAZING!!! I want both a PREQUEL with Mace and Nick's histories AND a SEQUEL with Mace and the other women fighting more 

11 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#4

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#3

15 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

#2

Your Shadow Weighs a Ton

Rating: Mature

Summary: 

Steve Rogers is a little lost in the world right now. His mother is gone, he's about to be evicted, and he's just been arrested. Just when he's about to lose everything, George Barnes, his public defender, rescues him, taking him in, acting as his legal guardian. With a new temporary family, comes a new friend: George's son, Bucky.

Bucky Barnes has had a bit of a rough go the past few years. But he's come out on the other side stronger than ever and ready to start his senior year of high school. Even better, he's got a new friend to battle high school with: Steve Rogers.

Steve and Bucky have met each other exactly when they needed each other most. Each one is exactly the type of friend the other one needs. And perhaps, there might be something more than friendship on the horizon...

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31 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Another One Bites the Dust

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Canon Divergence - Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Songfic, Song: Another One Bites The Dust, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Explicit Sexual Content, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, Getting Back Together, Declarations Of Love

Word Count: 10.6K

Summary:  For over a year, Steve's been looking for Bucky and now he's finally located him. Unfortunately, he's not the only one after Bucky. Steve just has to get to him first. And hope that Bucky wants Steve to find him.

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Steve walks warily down the street with his brim pulled way down low. A baseball hat, sunglasses, and a leather jacket are his only disguise. At 5 in the morning, the streets of Bucharest are still quiet. Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet.

Steve stays close to the buildings, walking slowly, moving methodically so he won’t be caught. Sneaking into an alley across from his desired destination, he glances up at the rooftops. He knows what he’s looking for, spotting it easily. Surrounding the same building he’s about to enter are machine guns, ready to go.

He’s not the only one on this search. But he has to be the one to find the target.

There’s static over his earpiece before he hears Sam calling out to him. “Are you ready?”

Steve doesn’t respond right away, too focused on his mission. He’s looking between the guns on the rooftops and the building across the street, figuring out his plan of attack. He has to get to the apartment before the guns start firing. He can’t think about what will happen if he doesn’t get there first.

“Hey! Are you ready for this?” Sam asks again. Steve can detect the hint of impatience in Sam’s voice.

“Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?” Steve replies, sarcastically. He can’t actually see him, but he knows Sam well enough to know that he’s rolling his eyes right now.

Knowing what he has to do, Steve takes a deep breath, then makes his move. Swiftly, he dashes across the street. He pulls a knife out of his pocket and uses it with precision to open the door, sliding in and closing it behind him, careful not to make a sound. Quietly, he climbs up six flights of stairs, to the top floor. There’s a sharp intake of breath when he sees the door is ajar.

Steve reaches behind him, pulling his gun out of his holster. It’s just a precaution; he’s only going to use it as a last resort. Clinging to the wall, he sneaks down the hall, down to the apartment, holding the gun out in front of him. At the door, he takes a moment to collect himself, to take a deep breath, before he swings the door open, entering the apartment.

Standing in front of him, waiting for him, is the man he’s been looking for, for over a year. The man he’d thought he’d lost all those years ago in the Alps. The man who reappeared, unexpectedly, just over a year ago. His best friend. The love of his life. Bucky Barnes.

Bucky’s staring at Steve, his eyebrows narrowed, a scowl on his face.

“Do you know me?” Steve eventually asks, tucking the gun away, knowing he’s not going to need to use it.  

“You’re Steve. I read about you in a museum,” Bucky responds, holding the same intense gaze as he continues to stare at Steve.

There’s something in Bucky’s voice that tells Steve that’s not the whole story. He might have been tortured and brainwashed for the last 70 years, but Steve knows deep down, he’s still the same Bucky he loves. He can tell that Bucky’s words aren’t the whole truth. But he chooses not to push him for more. He has to let Bucky take the lead, to make the first moves. In doing so, he can show Bucky that he can be trusted.

Before Steve or Bucky can say anything else, Sam’s speaking in his earpiece again. “They’re moving in closer.”

Steve tries to appeal to Bucky. He takes a hesitant step forward, but Bucky takes a step back. Alright, so he doesn’t trust Steve yet. Steve can handle that. He takes a step back, signaling to Bucky that he’s reading his signs, that he respects his needs. “I know you’re nervous. And you have plenty of reason to be.”

“Steve…” Sam cautions.

Screw taking the time to build trust. They don’t have time for this. “But you’re lying.”

Bucky shrugs.

“They’re entering the building,” Sam informs Steve.

Steve has to get Bucky moving, has to get him out of there. “There’s other people looking for you and they’re coming here now. And they don’t plan on taking you alive.”

“That’s smart. Good strategy.”

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45 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

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[gifsbysimplysonia]

As I go SO far back in the DRAFTS that the post is in the old format when I edit it lol 

In case there are any lingering CE fans here, thought I’d post this instead of delete cuz any fans who put this much work into sharing with others deserve to be appreciated, thanked and have their resources shared.

In case you lurk @captainevans tysm 🙏🏼

anyone else need a dose of chris evans to make it through the day? here you go.

that time he set up a surprise escape room for omaze

that time he said the helicopter scene from cw was “just a little bit of bicep porn”.

that time he regretted adding a frozen element to blackjack on jimmy fallon

that time he and Anna Faris played MASH.

that time he attempted a southern accent

that time he talked about being naked all of the time

that time he got real af

that time chris hemsworth gloriously let the world know that evans tasted like cool ranch doritos.

that time he gave my favorite interview ever about how he deals with issues involving his anxiety and being present in life.

that time he said he loved fucking girls in the butt on national television.

that time he did a video chat

that time he rightly *cough* said that the best place to turn into the hulk was the bedroom.

that time he was buzzed during an interview

that time he was drunk during a podcast

that time he was just looking sexy af

that time he kept licking his lips during an interview

that time he laughed with a pizza.

that time he visited the concord museum looking like a lumberjack.

that time he did the 22 pushup challenge with his dog

that time he shook what his momma gave him gave elizabeth olsen a lap dance on national television

that time he kept grabbing his left boob

that time he didn’t wike it

that time he was a real life steve rogers and went on a uso tour in the middle east

that time he sang diamonds and pearls by prince looking cute af

that time he totally kept his cool when the patriots scored in overtime to win the super bowl

that time he took a valentine’s day selfie with his dog

that time he played a game of flip cup against jimmy fallon with his brother.

that time he said he was an ass man

that time he laughed so hard he almost fell off a chair.

that time he said he wanted to be a daddy™

that time he read even superheroes have bad days for cbeebies bedtime story

that time there was a collection of him laughing

that time he helped hayley atwell and james d’arcy win the dubsmash war 

that time i hated his face, his chest tattoo peeking out, his hair and especially hated how low his voice was.

that time he made a biopic

that time he read goodnight, goodnight, construction site for cbeebies bedtime story

that time he and his brother were tested on how well they knew each other 

that time he got his ass kicked arm wrestling sylvain white, director of the losers

that time he read goodnight, world for cbeebies bedtime story

[darsynia]

my dash mashup for today:

Ever notice how sometimes things affect each other in your head when you scroll through? Thanks to @english-idylls and @captainevans' posts being reblogged next to each other, we've got this quote:

and this gif...

... and now at least some of you are reading that Homer's Odyssey quote in Benoit Blanc's accent.

You're welcome.

[dilfgifs]

Chris Evans + Nudity

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) London (2005) Fantastic Four (2005) What’s Your Number (2011) The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019) Not Another Teen Movie (2001)

[captain-johanssons-wooden-ear]

TODAY'S THE DAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

AVAST, ME MATEYS!

After last year's debacle I can only hope this year's festivities will be moar succesful because, dear mutuals and fellow captains, today tis International Talk-Like-A-Pirate-Day! :)

Therefore, be ye captain or crew, mutual or degenerate tumblerina, ye best speak like the truest buccaneer, pirate, corsair or privateer and fill yer booty with all the dubloons ye can handle! Yarrrrrr!

@captain-flint @captainmarvels @captain-snark @captainbool-bool @captainlordauditor @captaincatnip @captaincrunchcosplay @captainameirca @captainaurelieneyret @captainamerica1-6 @captainameirca @captainbaddecisions @captainblacklobster2 @captainevans @captainfern @captainhousebitch @captainfalconie @captainfunnyquotes @captaingally @captaingeheimnis @captainheroism @captainhowdie @captainironsoldierobsessed-blog @captainimaginary @captainishmael @captainjonnitkessler @captainjaneways-bitch @captain-flint @captainmarvels @captain-snark @captainbool-bool @captainlordauditor @captaincatnip @captaincrunchcosplay @captainameirca @captainaurelieneyret @captainamerica1-6 @captainameirca @captainbaddecisions @captainblacklobster2 @captainevans @captainfern @captainhousebitch @captainfalconie @captainfunnyquotes @captaingally @captaingeheimnis @captainheroism @captainhowdie @captainironsoldierobsessed-blog @captainimaginary @captainishmael @captainjonnitkessler @captainjaneways-bitch @captainjoongki @captainketchup @captainkirkk @captainmatsuoka @captainnaustralia @captainneverever @captainofalltheships @captainofstudies @captainpettie @captainpotassium @captainofthecoolkidss-blog @captainmera @captainpeachperfect @captainraydor @captainquixotic @captainx-camino @captainzaynbradford @captainzook @captainzigo @captainyogurt @captainyesjay @captaingalaga @soberscientistlife @thisisadenofinqucity @h3lgertime @quasi-normalcy @captain-price-unofficially @marksman-revolver @lesbianmasterchief @lemonsharks @elayneaessedai @potaeto-writes @vampir3kitten @smonk-wonk @arctictern12 @rainibao @bogleech @homunculus-argument

SEVENTEEN MORE DAYS!

[angieevns]

I CAN’T

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