#carter women Ruin Me

[tornadotame]

@entriprises * CATHY CARTER SAID : 𝙸𝙵 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 - 𝙸 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽’𝚃….

“ mama…. ” there’s a tightness to her chest that kate STRUGGLES to work past, and she knows it has little to do with her aching ribs. their sitting room feels impossibly small, the air sucked out of it. her mother’s vulnerability shatters her; catherine carter is meant to be a pillar of strength in juxtaposition to kathryn carter’s self-described weakness. she can’t say it all will be fine, not after everything- she hasn’t had that wild brand fearlessness since she was twenty-one and thought nature would bend to her will without consequence. even now, as she’s grown back into her passion and drive, she knows TOO MUCH to make such promises. kate reaches out with trembling hands, curling one into the front of her mother’s cardigan, the other finding its home against her cheek. “ mama, i’m here now. i know i haven’t always been, but i’m here. ”

[tenderjock]

like the moon moves the tides [agent carter werewolf au]

part iv. tail tucked

Carter is out fucking cold, but Jack cuffs and collars her anyway.

The girl who found her is babbling to Sousa, something about ambulances, but Jack ignores her. Between her and the young wolf they questioned earlier that blubbered all over Jack, he’s getting a pretty low opinion of the women Carter hangs out with.

Carter growls under her breath as he sits her up. She hasn’t quite found her feet when he starts walking her out, so Jack keeps a hand gripping her elbow and the other gripping the back of her jacket.

She smells good. She smells good, musk and salt-sweat, nothing like the itchy copper and floral perfume that blonde girl was wearing that made Jack want to claw his nose off. Carter smells like he could bury his face in her neck and just – lie down, for a while, and that’s how Jack knows it’s a trick.

When he shoves her in the back of the car, Carter looks at him, blinking woozily. She inhales, quick, and goes limp as he puts her in the backseat.

Jack gets in the driver’s seat and starts the car as Sousa pulls himself into the passenger seat, Carter’s pocketbook in hand. He wants to scream. He wants to hit something. He starts driving, feeling so angry that he’s about to tear out of his skin.

“We have to go back,” Carter slurs.

She’s looking out the window. Jack ignores her.

“We’re taking you to the SSR,” Sousa reminds her. “You’re under arrest.”

“We have to go back,” Carter insists drunkenly. “We need to – Dottie. Jack, you smelled her.”

Jack glances back at her. “What the hell are you on about,” he asks tersely.

“The woman who drugged me,” she says. “Dottie Underwood. You smelled her, Jack, she’s not human. She’s going to …” Carter seems to be recovering from the sedative, but she’s still not very coherent. The collar probably isn’t helping.

“We are not doing anything,” Jack snaps. “You are going straight to a cell. You won’t have to worry about much after that.”

There’s silence from the backseat for a good five minutes. “I didn’t do what you think I did,” Peggy finally says. “I can explain everything.”

Neither Jack nor Sousa respond to that. There’s no point to it; they’re gonna be interrogating her soon enough.

: :

It’s about a month after the Howard Stark fiasco that Daniel gets hard proof of his theory regarding Peggy and Jack’s furry problem.

There’s a werewolf attack in lower Manhattan – something to do with a gang, he thinks. Daniel’s with Peggy, a veteran agent named Goldstein, and the rookie Mazzara, who is about twelve years old but gets very upset if anyone points that out. Chief Thompson gets roped into the cleanup, and that’s when the radio really starts squawking.

They’ve got one guy that won’t back off, and apparently he lost it when Jack tried to talk him down. The two of them turned, right there in front of everyone, and are brawling it out in a parking lot outside a warehouse.

Goldstein, who’s been working with Daniel and Peggy pretty intensely on the Underwood case, answers the radio, telling them that they have four more agents on the way. They leave the deli that they’d been eating in and pile in an SSR car illegally parked out front.

They’re not too far from the scene. It only takes about thirty seconds before there’s a choking noise from the backseat.

“What are you doing,” Agent Mazzara says, sounding panicked.

“Do you know how many pairs of these I’ve ruined shifting?” Peggy says, in a tone that implies whatever she’s doing is perfectly reasonable and Mazzara is overreacting.

Daniel looks back; Goldstein glances over his shoulder, too. Peggy has her heels kicked off and is casually rolling a stocking down her right leg. The left is bare, the other stocking already folded into a little bundle on the seat next to her.

Mazzara is staring fixedly ahead, face bright red. The poor kid looks like he’s gonna pop a boner, or faint, or both. Peggy calmly finishes taking her stockings off and starts on her belt.

“Uhhh Peggy –” Daniel starts, not entirely sure where he’s going with it except that he remembers some of the werewolves from his battalion would strip completely naked before turning and he doesn’t think Mazzara will be able to handle that.

“Relax, Daniel,” Peggy says in that no-nonsense tone that always preludes her doing some sort of nonsense. “I simply don’t want to ruin more clothes than I must. Here, hold this.” She shoves the belt and a pair of stud earrings into Mazzara’s hand. He looks terrified, poor guy.

Goldstein is visibly fighting laughter, but he keeps driving while Peggy takes off her jacket, her watch, her hat and about twenty-two hairpins. In a blouse and skirt, curls falling into her face, she stops stripping, just as the car skids up to the parking lot next to a ruined SSR car.

Daniel squints at it. It’s hard to tell, with it all busted up, but it looks like the one Jack and Faut had taken. Three more SSR cars are parked blocking the entrance to the lot, so they stop in the street.

In the lot, surrounded by a perimeter of half a dozen human agents, two werewolves are facing off. Daniel doesn’t immediately know which one is who: there’s a dark brownish one, face visible as it snarls and snaps, and a larger, more sandy-gray one, only its back and the bony line of its spine in view.

Jack must be the larger one, he thinks to himself. He’s acting defensively, keeping his back to the entrance and the other agents, reacting rather than striking first. The other werewolf’s desperation is palpable as it launches itself at Jack, biting his neck and scrabbling at his belly with its paws.

Peggy bursts out of the car. It takes her just a moment’s breath to turn, blouse and undergarments tearing at the seams. As always, Daniel fights the urge to gag at the sound the transformation makes, the sick, organic sound of dozens of joints popping out and back into place, muscles growing faster than skin can contain, hair follicles working overtime.

Peggy claws at the scraps of linen and silk that still stick to her huge, muscled thighs. Her lips are pulled back from two-inch-long fangs in a fixed snarl. She casts one look back at the Daniel, a yellow, slit-pupiled eye catching his gaze for a moment before she whips around and charges at the wrestling werewolves.

Peggy hits the brownish one hard in the side of the ribs, knocking it off of Jack, who scrambles to his feet behind her. She's smaller than both of the male werewolves, slighter too, but she makes up for it with the fury that she bites at the other werewolf with, snapping her teeth in its face until it cowers back, whimpering.

Jack steps up next to her on four feet, his own teeth bared at the enemy werewolf.

It’s over fairly quickly once the werewolf realizes it is outnumbered. After a handful of expectant seconds, it crumples to its haunches, turning back into a naked man as it does so.

Peggy and Jack back off to let the agents arrest the guy. They put handcuffs and a heavy iron collar on him. He doesn’t react to being manhandled by the agents, or to being out in public without a stitch on him, but he does walk to the car in a route that’s as far away as possible from the SSR’s two werewolves.

They haven’t turned back yet, neither of them. Peggy has Jack held in place with a paw on his head while she sniffs at the shallowly bleeding bite marks on his neck and shoulder.

“We should do something about them,” Goldstein says.

“Yeah,” Daniel agrees, then sighs and starts to crutch over. There’s no point in being scared, he figures; even if it weren’t just Peggy and Jack, it’s not like he’d be able to outrun a werewolf. If it wanted him dead, he’d be dead.

Jack turns his head to him, sharp, as Daniel approaches. Peggy backs away a bit on her hind legs, making a low whuffing sound, before butting her head into Jack’s cheek. Jack gives her a flash of teeth, but it seems more playful than anything.

“So, uh,” Daniel says. “We got some extra clothes for Jack. Peggy, you’ve got about half an outfit in the car. We’ve also got a truck that’ll definitely hold one werewolf in the back, but we can’t take both of you at the same time – you’d be too heavy. We can take you home, though.” He considers them. “What, uh, what’s the plan here?”

Peggy whuffs again. She dips her head at Daniel, then scampers over the truck, where with some difficulty she undoes the latch on the back and crawls in.

The whole bed of the truck dips about six inches when Peggy steps on it. Daniel shudders to think what it’d do to the struts to have Jack, who looks about two hundred pounds heavier, in there too.

“Do you want me to close the back?” Daniel calls. There’s that nauseating sound behind him. When he turns back, a nude Jack Thompson is glaring half-heartedly at him. There’s a row of bloody but no longer bleeding tooth-pricks marring his left shoulder, layered over a bruise, and pink scratches up and down his chest and belly.

“Yeah, she does,” he says.

Daniel nods, trying not to stare. Agent Lewis has the book with the agents’ home addresses, so Daniel just tells him to drive to Peggy’s place before heading back to the SSR. He closes and latches the back of the truck, waving to Peggy – she gives him a toothy, lolling grin – as he does so. He bangs on the side of the truck, and Agent Lewis starts the engine and pulls out of the lot, following the other cars out.

Jack is still very naked when Daniel turns back, of course. He fights hard to keep his eyes above the neck, when all of Thompson is just there, tan skin and soft, golden fuzz over firm muscle. The asshole is injured, which Daniel shouldn’t find so appealing. He’s also standing closer than he really should be, close enough that Daniel notices that his eyelashes are fine and blond, that his nipples are the exact same shade of pink as his lips.

Peggy probably has occasion to see it all, Daniel thinks to himself bitterly, and that should kill the attraction, but now he’s thinking about Jack and Peggy, together, and it’s – well.

“We brought some clothes,” he says instead. He retrieves the bag that Goldstein had left for them. It contains boxers, a pair of socks, rough laborer’s pants, an undershirt and short-sleeved shirt. No shoes and no jacket. “Not exactly your style, and I don’t know how well they’ll fit, but.” He shrugs.

Jack’s giving him a very funny look when Daniel turns back to him. “What?” Daniel asks.

“Nothin’,” Jack says, a bit defensively. “You just – it’s nothing.” He inhales, slowly, through his nose. His frown gets a bit deeper. “I’ll take the clothes now, Sousa.”

He dresses quickly. The other agents left them a car, and Jack gets in the driver’s seat in just his socks before Daniel can argue. He grips his crutch, fighting back annoyance, and takes his time limping to the shotgun seat.

A week later, Chief Thompson tells Daniel that he’s being promoted – and, oh, by the way, he has to move to Los Angeles if he’d like to accept the promotion. It comes with a significant pay raise and a free house, and without Peggy or any other veteran agents. L.A. already has some people hired, all locals, but Daniel plans on talking to some of the switchboard girls about transferring out west, too.

In the end, Rose Roberts is the only one who’s interested. She’s alright, although she and Daniel aren’t close. He knows Peggy likes her. Before they’re shipped off together, he offers to buy her a coffee and talk about what he knows of the L.A. office.

It’s not much, honestly. It’s a smaller building with a different cover story than the New York office, but her job would be much the same. She would be the only SSR agent in the front of the office, and he doesn’t know any of the men in the back of the office. He tells her the address and the pay scale and after a few minutes they lapse into silence.

“Are there any wolves in the L.A. office?” Rose asks.

Daniel’s surprised, but he answers truthfully. “No. They hired mostly out of the LAPD and they aren’t big on werewolves there. Not like Boston or New York.”

“I’m human myself, but I have a branch of the family that’s furry,” Rose clarifies. “I just like to know who I’m working with, and wolves tend to think and act a bit differently.”

“How so?” Daniel asks. He has his own observations about werewolves; during the war, they were mostly those scary fuckers and now, with his only points of reference being Peggy and Jack, it was more those uncomfortably attractive fuckers.

“Oh, they just have different ways of doing things,” she says breezily. “You know, I knew Peggy – Agent Carter was a wolf from the day that I met her. Just a feeling, you understand. But I didn’t realize that Chief Thompson wasn’t human until months later.”

That’s a surprise, too. “Why’s that?”

“He doesn’t have a very wolfy way about him.” Rose considers Daniel for a beat, then says, “And I think Agent Carter didn’t expect it. Wolves tend to pack up if they spend enough time together, even ones that don’t like each other that much man-shaped. From what I’ve seen, Chief Thompson was resistant to that.”

And now he wasn’t. Daniel chews on that for a minute, then says, “Well, it looks like we won’t be dealing with werewolf politics in L.A., at least not right away. Assuming you’re still interested?”

Rose beams and nods, and Daniel thinks about a city he’s never been to and two werewolves that don’t want him and the way his back has been keeping him up at night, spasming from all the crutching around on New York City pavement all the time –

Yeah. Maybe he could use a promotion.

[cookiepotofchaos]

As women's football grows, for all the positives, there is also a growing volume of homophobia, misogyny, racism and other bigotries. I dreaded it, hoped it wouldn't be the case, but knew it was a painfully likely possibility.

I've seen a lot of it this week and last, seems like more than I have before, so I'm just working through some frustration and anger.

(cont. below cut)

It's not like it didn't exist at all before. We know players have been subject to awful abuse previously; a quick search will bring that up. With those who hate women's football even existing, it has never been a surprise to see those abhorrent views, but it's increasingly coming from people who call themselves fans of women's football.

The overt bigotry is horrible: condemning players to hell, accusing them of grooming younger players, and throwing out comments like "I want all the gays out of my club" or "lesbians are ruining the women's game" or "lesbians should just not be allowed in football clubs, they fall in love and cause problems", as if lesbian and other sapphic players haven't driven women's football forward for decades. Haven't been the core of women's football, probably since its inception.

Jess Carter's social media comments sections on and off the last few months have been a source of an ever growing blocklist of homophobes.

I've seen claims that the USWNT are better again because they "got rids of the gays". As if there aren't gay players on the team, out publicly and otherwise.

But there's the less obvious bigotry growing, too, which I see and have to weed out of the algorithm constantly on TikTok. Using trends to insult players or demean them, pitting players against each other and using terms and implications rooted in bigotry to do so. Then claiming it's just banter or club rivalry and that's all "part of sports".

It's the edits where a player is juxtaposed with another one, claiming one is utter shit and doesn't deserve to be thought positively of compared to another player, and how often the player being put down is a woman of colour. At least half the ones from accounts I've blocked, the player has been LJ. The comments sections of those are awful.

It's the edits with those daft vertical bar charts of the amount of Talent vs Popularity a player has, asking which players are over-popular but terrible footballers, with comments sections filled with thinly veiled misogyny or racism or homophobia. You want to know who has that little talent in football? Me. Any footballer who is better than me is automatically excluded as a response to those silly edits.

Then people on heavily algorithmically reliant social media are stunned that their messages insulting players and pushing thinly veiled bigotry are attracting outright hateful people who despise all women's sports. "Why are there so many homophobes and racists finding my edit/post/tweet? How did it end up on that side of TikTok/Twitter?". Probably because the algorithm thought what you were saying would resonate with homophobes and racists and misogynists. Or one asshole found it, agreed with what you were saying, and as soon as they responded, you were pulled into that part of the algorithm.

Might want to consider why?

I hate that this is probably going to become more and more commonplace. I want it drowned out with positivity, with love of women's sports. I'll find a way to just keep looking at the good; like I said, just working through some feelings. But I wish this wasn't happening at all.

[taschamonnii]

More Than A Woman - Part 2 (You Slipped Me A Potion) 

Read Part 1

You x Shirley Carter (70s-80s Southern Housewife Original Character  - Elizabeth Olsen) 

*Disclaimer/Summary: This completely Fictional Character is based on the way Lizzie plays old-fashioned Housewives. (Some inspo is taken from WandaVision, I Saw The Light, and Love & Death) This character is in no way a portrayal of any real-life people. Audrey Williams and Candy Montgomery were real people that Lizzie has portrayed for entertainment purposes in tv & film. This story is not about them. I just want to see Lizzie play a 70s-80s housewife that is secretly Gay and stuck in a religious small-town in the South. Since she has never done that but has played the part of perfect housewife I decided to make my own character.* I will be using edited pictures from the characters she has played and unaltered gifs since it's way too hard to edit those.*

Character Description since this is a made up character: mid length-wavy-dark brown hair (think more the length in I saw the Light like it falls to her collar bones but the deep dark brown from goth Wanda era, Emerald Green eyes, Wears form fitting dresses and high waisted pants and skirts.  

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Angst/Smut/Fluff

TW: SMUT, 18+, Cheating on husbands to be GAY together, 

I am so obsessed with Lizzie playing housewife that I made a playlist! More Than A Woman

AN: This is part Two to this Original Series

Word Count: 3,945

Imagine This:

Every single time you close your eyes you find that intense emerald gaze staring back at you. You don’t even have to close your eyes, your mind is trapped in the moment, trapped in your truck…Your truck, that now has a different smell to it and god it’s devine. Her perfume lingered and the smell of her skin is still so fresh in your mind that it has you distracted and daydreaming every moment of the day. She is consuming your every thought. Her lips, eyes, skin, hair, and god her freckles. You can’t escape her and never want to. You are in this way too deep already but you don’t care. She wants to be smart about things. It is sexy to see her mind work on the logistics and come up with the best possible ways to do things. She is so fucking smart and creative. A few calls and one lunch in the next town over and you have worked out some things to play it on the cautious side.

She loves her family and you are smart enough to know you don’t want to ruin that for her but you are also smart enough to know that maybe her husband isn’t as straight as he seems and you are hopeful for a fun shared future with the Carter’s. Your Theo really likes her John so you are hopeful that maybe in the future there could be a more permanent agreement.

It took some convincing but she agrees to meet at your house after you convince her that two women hanging out around lunch time is not suspicious. You are nervous to let her into your world because you have done this in the past and married women always break your heart but something about Shirley is different. You spent the weekend cleaning your house and organizing everything. 

On Sunday while Theo cooks dinner as per usual he voices his concerns. “Do you think it’s wise to start this so soon? I just mean we are stuck here for a while. I have to not only stabilize the company but get them to a place where they are making progress.”

You sit on the island counter and sip your drink. “I know that, Theo. I appreciate your concerns but she’s different. You said it yourself that her and her husband set off your radar. Maybe this will be our chance to find a couple we could have a real arrangement with. Don’t you think it’s worth the risk?”

He smiles and acts like he is thinking hard “I mean, I guess. Just be careful, Honey.”

“Aren’t I always.”

Theo made extra food so you can warm it up tomorrow for your lunch date. 

You have everything all prepared and set up at your little kitchen nook table when you hear her knock in the pattern she chose to be your little secret knock. You rush to the door and check the mirror there. You are wearing a white button up that is tucked into your jeans. You fluff your hair and take a deep breath before opening the door. 

The smile you had prepared to meet her drops as your gaze devours the beauty in front of you. Your jaw drops and you can’t stop the stupid “Wow!” that leaves your lips. 

She smiles and puckers her lips, a light blush tinting her neck and cheeks. Her brown hair is down in loose curls and she is wearing a stunning maroon dress that falls just past her knees. You are at a loss for words and stand there in shock.

She giggles “Hi.”

You rub the back of your neck “Hi.” 

“Are you going to invite me in or are you just going to keep staring?”

“Shit! Sorry, come in.”

You move aside and gesture for her to come in and watch unashamed as her hips sway to carry her into your house. The dress hugs her curves and it is a sight to see. She looks around soaking in all the details of your house. Your decorations are more funky and fresh than most the houses in this town since you brought your things from Cali. You shut your door and lock it. 

“This is the front room obviously.”

“Obviously. What is that delicious smell?”

“Oh um, lunch, here.”

You head to the kitchen and she follows, still looking around trying to absorb every detail. She sets her bag down on your kitchen island and tosses her sunglasses next to it. She smiles as she observes you filling both glasses with sun tea. 

You pull out a chair and gesture for her to take it. “Why thank you.”

You take the seat across from her with a smile. You take a sip of your tea trying to calm your nerves. Something about having her here is overwhelming. 

She takes a nervous sip of her tea as well. You set your glass down and run your fingers over the edge. “I have a confession, I’m a bit nervous.”

“I am too. It’s thrillin’ you know. A simple lunch is so much more now. The world on the way over seemed brighter, more full of color than it has in a long time.”

“You really put it great and it’s even more than that for me. I thought moving here was going to be awful. Back in Cali everything is so bright and colorful and people are just different and more open to the endless possibilities of life. I was scared my life would turn into a boring black and white movie. It doesn’t feel like 1976 here, sometimes it feels like the 60s. But there you were in bright colors smiling at me like you are right now.”

She lets out an adorable giggle and averts her gaze to the food. “Well, I think you have a way with words, y/n.”

“It’s actually my secret talent.” You give her a cheeky smile and wink. 

“What do you mean Secret talent?”

“Well, I work as an author. I Write under different names.”

“Oh that’s fascinating. You must show me sometime.”

“I’d love to, as long as I get to read some of your writing sometime in exchange. I know you said you’ve written a few songs.”

“Really? Well, that would make one of you, ‘cause John has no interest, and I read all his boring stuff-”

“Mmm, do you want to talk about him?”

She shakes her head with a bit of a grimacing face.

“No, sorry. We’re definitely,” She sets down her glass with a smile aimed at the table as she gestures with her hands, “Not.”

She sighs and looks up at you as she licks her lips. 

You smile softly.

“I think we are both a little overwhelmed. This feels more real and significant, let's just go slow, let's just start with lunch.”

She nodded. “Yeah this feels like my life will never be the same. Slow is good. The food does look good”

You nod and pick up your fork and dig into the food. She does the same and dramatically moans at her first bite “Mmm, wow a woman of many talents, this is very good, y/n.”

“Oh well you can thank Theo sometime he made it. I don’t cook worth shit.”

She laughs and it fills your body with joy. “You don’t cook?”

“No I don’t do any cooking, actually I’m a bit of a fire hazard according to my Theo. I’m not allowed in the kitchen unsupervised except to re-heat things and make beverages.”

“I bet I could teach you. It’s really rather easy.”

“Well, any excuse to see you I will happily take.”

The blush that creeps up her neck makes you giddy. Small talk continues and the meal is quickly finished. But there is still an air of hesitation so you both slowly start to clean up. She insists on cleaning up. It’s oddly soothing to do the dishes with her like you are domestic together. It makes your heart ache because you are doubtful you will ever get that full-time. 

You give her a house tour. You show her your shared home office and even give her a glance at Theo’s room when she asks about it. You end it at the door of your room. You open the door and pull her into the room. She wonders the space of your room and decides to lean against your dresser as you shut and lock your door. You turn to her and the air grows heavy. Her gaze travels your body and you can see her eyes darken. 

You move to stand before her and place your hands on her hips. You feel her shiver at your touch and you know that she feels the intensity. Her hands go to your shoulders and run up your neck and into your hair. You glance at her lips and then her eyes and back to her lips then capture her lips softly. She sighs out in relief and digs her fingers into your hair to pull you closer. She licks at your bottom lip quickly moving to deepen and intensify the kiss. You grunt trying to keep up. Teeth scrape and tongues meet and the fire is set free between the two of you. You quickly unzip her dress and pull it down. You both step out of shoes and the spaghetti strap slip she has on is a silky and sheer little red thing. Her cleavage looks incredible.

You grab her waist and lift her up off the ground just slightly, making her gasp and part from your lips. You spin around and take a step so that the back of her legs hit the mattress as you set her back on the ground. She makes quick work of your button up shirt. You move your hands down to your waist and undo your jeans and pull them and your panties down which stops her from being able to fully remove your shirt. It's fully unbuttoned and reveals your body to her enough to satisfy her gaze. She puts one of her legs on the mattress behind her and works to scoot and lay down at the same time keeping her slip on. You smirk and follow her on your knees. 

You place a hand next to her to hold you up and run your hand from her calf up under her slip. You take your time feeling her smooth skin and bite your bottom lip as you look down at her. Her emerald gaze is intense and it is hypnotizing. She has angel eyes that say so much. Your hand is inches away from where you know she wants you but you remove it in a flash you pull at the fabric covering her and bunch it up. You adjust so your legs intertwine and she gasps when she feels your thigh against her and you sigh as you press your own wet core against her thigh. She pulls you closer forcing your body weight to be more on her. She captures your lips roughly. 

She moans against you as you both begin to grind your hips. Her jaw has dropped open leaving her mouth wide open as she pants and moans. "Ah ah ah!" 

Her moans are so breathy and hot against your skin they make you shudder. One of her hands is in your hair and the other has a death grip on your shoulder. Her legs are so fucking soft against yours. You feel overwhelmed by the tangled mess you are in. She smells so sweet and feels so good and her long legs are strong you can feel her muscles flex against you and it's sending you barrelling towards the edge. 

"Mmm oh Shirley! Fuck!" 

You both begin to get more erratic in your movements and you can tell she is just as close. You both stare into each other's eyes as you cum. 

"Oh Y/n! Ah! AH!"

"Yes! Oh!"

Both your hips buck hard and falter as muscles contract and squeeze and legs tremble. You can't hold yourself up any longer and collapse fully on top of her. Making her gasp and grip your shoulder harder. You breathe against her and she breathes against you.

You kiss her shoulder as you come back to reality and roll off her. She turns and lays half on top of you. You look at her and brush her hair back "Are you okay?"

"More than. That was wow! Are you okay?"

“Mmm, wow indeed.”

She bites her bottom lip. "Thank you, y/n."

"No Shirley, thank you!"

She giggles and leans up to kiss you once again. Softer this time, less urgent. You match her kiss and tangle your hands in her hair. She pulls away slowly. She licks her lips and puckers them to the side, something you have come to learn means she's thinking about something. 

"What is it?"

"Hmm?" 

"You are doing that thing with your lips, like you are thinking about something and want to say something. What is it?"

"I, well, I read this book."

She bites her bottom lip again and you nod patiently. You run your hand over her back enjoying the moist silky soft fabric on your fingertips.

"In this book these two women, they, well, do something and I am not sure if it is realistic or even feels as good as the book made it sound I'm just thinking about it." 

"Mmm, I see. Some lesbian literature has piqued your interest in trying some things?"

"Precisely."

"What exactly are you curious about?"

She licks her lips then sucks them in together and shakes her head as she purses them tighter. You pull her chin and make her look at you. "What is it? You can tell me." 

"I don't know what it's called or how to say it really."

"Hmm is it what I said I wanted to do in the truck?"

"No, I mean I want that too, at some point."

A smirk grows on your lips "At some point indeed, I will definitely have my tongue buried inside you. But if it's not that, I need more information."

"Can I just try to show you?" 

You raise an eyebrow at her "oh honey you can do whatever you like."

A nervous sort of giddy smile takes over her face and you are hyper aware of the effect it has on you. She moves all the way on top of you and fits herself between your legs. The fabric of her slip bunched up under her breasts as she adjusted and the spaghetti straps fell down giving you the breathtaking view of her breasts hanging as she lifted herself up slightly. She moves and in an instant your attention is on the sensation of her wet center pressed against yours. Your gaze shoots from her breasts to her dark green eyes. “Oh damn, Shirley. Okay I know what you are after.”

“You do so this is a real thing? I don’t really know how to do it.”

You hold her hips and nod “it’s real, just difficult.” 

You move your legs and angle your hips as you hold her hips until you get just the right angle. 

"Ah"

"Yeah? Is that good?" 

You move against her again and watch her reaction carefully. "Mmm yeah, so good."

"Mmm good. Move your hips like this."

You move your hands to her ass and move her hips against yours. "Do whatever feels best to you." 

"Mmm"

You hold her hips loosely and let her take control. She begins to move a sigh falling from her lips. You watch her as she holds herself up more to get more leverage. The spaghetti straps of her slip fall further down her shoulders. Her cleavage is so sexy and the way she moves her hips is memorizing. She changes the angle and moves harder against you and you throw your head back at the perfect wet friction. In unison you both moan.

"Oh fuck!" - "Ah AH!"

She looks down at you and manages to do it again "there?"

You lock your gaze on hers and nod "there!"

She repeats the motion and you are honestly overwhelmed. For being more of a novelty that you don’t usually prefer, this feels so good. A voice in your head tells you that it’s because of her and you can’t deny that. Everything with her is beyond anything you’ve ever experienced before. You are falling way too hard for her but how could you not?

Her  breathy moans are so hot and her grip on your shoulders and upper chest is definitely going to leave a mark. Her hips are magical.

“Ah ah AAAHHH!”

“Fuck Shirley! YES AHH!”

You watch in awe as her eyebrows furrow and her mouth opens even wider as her eyes shoot to the ceiling. “Oh Y/N-OH-GOD OH!”

You feel her release and it sends you spiraling off the edge into your own release. You two are soaked. She leans forward and moans into a sloppy kiss. “Mmm”

“Mmm-hmm.”

You hold her in your arms both of you sweaty disasters. Once you both catch your breath you let out a soft laugh. “You know most people don’t call me god, but I kind of liked it coming from you.”

She props herself up slightly and smacks your shoulder playfully “SHUT UP!” 

You smirk playfully. “Make me!”

She puckers her lips to the side and attempts to tickle your sides but you are unphased by her rapid assault. “Oh come on you are not ticklish?”

You grab her hips in a flash, flip her over and pin her to the bed as you tickle her and a burst of laughter escapes her sweet lips. “Sorry a tickle attack won’t work on me but I see it works on you.”

She is gasping for breaths between laughter “Not fair! Okay! Okay!”

You shake your head “Huh-uh, I want to hear you call me God again.”

“Fuck you, GOD!” 

You stop your tickling assault and burst out in laughter. “Oh you just did that, did you want to go again?”

“You are ridiculous!”

“But you like it. Don’t you, Shirley?”

She rolls her eyes “maybe.”

You smile and lean in to rapidly kiss her lips and cheeks and chin. She grabs the back of your neck and captures your lips in a rough kiss that she slowly releases. You are left stunned and she smiles evilly “you know I like you.”

You give her a crooked sort of smile, “even when I’m being ridiculous?” 

She grins. “Especially.”

You kiss her lips quickly then flip over to the side tired from your delightful afternoon activities. 

“Shit, I’m a mess!”

You laugh. “A hot mess.”

She gets up quickly “No, I mean I need to shower.”

You sit up. “Let's shower then.”

You get up and throw your sweaty button up into the hamper by your dresser and walk toward the master bath. You can feel her gaze on your ass as you pass her and it's so satisfying. That is until she enters the bathroom behind you and removes the straps of her slip and lets the thin fabric fall to the ground. Your jaw drops and you shake your head as you observe her bare form. She was crafted by a woman who LOVES the female form. She has soft curves and firm muscles and the longest fucking legs and the cutest tummy and perky breasts and your mind can’t keep up! 

“You’re drooling darlin’.”

You snap back to reality, closing your mouth and running your hands over your face. “I can’t really help it, have you seen yourself!?!”

She tilts her head with a silly crooked grin. “Please, look at you.”

“Forget me! You are a piece of art! How the fuck are you even real and HOW the FUCK did John manage to get your attention he looks so orinary and you are an actual goddess.”

She rolls her eyes and takes a step closer to you. “Anyone ever tell you that you are the most dramatic person they’ve ever met?”

You see right through her though the deep blush that appears on her skin is beautiful. You shake your head with a sly smile. “No never, I’m known for being brutally honest actually.”

She shakes her head as she tries to contain her smile. You lean in and capture her lips with a smile on your own lips. She wraps her arms around your shoulders and presses herself against you and you hold her hips softly. You could stay like this with her forever. She pulls back first slowly and you both sigh. “Alright smooth talker I really need to shower. I have to pick up Madison and Marissa at three.”

You can’t help the pout that takes over your face as reality hits you. “Don’t give me that face. It’s not fair.”

“I know they come first and I think your girls are wonderful. I just wish I was John. He’s so lucky.”

Her gaze softened and she leaned in and kissed you softly and you could feel she understood you. You gave her a soft smile as she pulled back. You took her hand and pulled her into the shower. A comforting silence envelopes your bathroom. The only sound is the water as you wait for it to heat up a bit. When it feels like a good temp you get your hair wet and sigh as the water soothes your sore muscles. You move after you have had a decent rinse and switch places with Shirley. 

You watch as she closes her eyes and lets the water run through her hair and down her face and body. She sighs and wipes the water away from her eyes with both hands. She opens her eyes and finds your stare. Her gaze locks onto yours and the softest smile takes over her delicate and bare features. The few freckles on her face make her look delicate. Her gaze makes your knees weak. Her emerald eyes are so intense and full of something that terrifies you. The look she gives you has your heart aching. You are falling for her. She is so soft that you can't stop your own heart eyes from forming. Your gaze softens and your smile reaches your eyes. You are both locked in this silent stare of being in awe of each other. Her sweet southern accent and voice are soft as she says, “Thank you, Y/N.”

You tilt your head at her and quirk an eyebrow and wait for more. “Thank you for seeing me.” 

You sigh happily “I couldn’t really help that. The second you caught my eye you were, are, all I see.”

She sucks her bottom lip as a blush cascades from her cheeks to her ears and down her neck to her chest. Seeing her blush bare like this is something you want more of. “Besides the second you saw me you slipped me a potion. Just like Leo Sayer says in that song.” 

You sing the lyrics that remind you of her imitating the singer as best as you can. “You got a cute way of talking, you got the better of me, just snap your fingers and I’m walking, like a dog hanging on your lead.” 

Her blush deepens and she laughs and you feel like you have won the game of life just being able to experience her joy let alone be the cause of it.

She imitates the singer and sings the next part as she shakes and shimmies her shoulders “You make me feel like dancing, wanna dance the night away!”

You join in singing the popular song and laugh and shimmy.

A/N: If this didn’t make you smile like an idiot then seek help because I was smiling like an idiot as I wrote it! 

[blazethecheeto]

Oh boy, now some things I disliked. Some strongly. Sab s2 was a speed run, yes, and sometimes the plot suffered for it. Mostly, I'm mad about the things that were taken away. Nina was done so dirty. She had the Nina personality and was iconic as usual, but I wish they had used more of her instead of her just...being there and talking about Matthias. She has an amazing personality and a lot of plot armor. Yet, they don't utilize that!

We were robbed of ninej as well. I was so excited for Ninej, and we got like two conversations. I want them to have a strong budding friendship, what happened to her flinching when Nina hugs her? Which could have helped with the lack of Inej trauma addressed this season as well. They were so fucking cute together I needed more. Don't get me started on poor Matthias getting like 10 minutes of screen time. I feel bad for him, but that was a mild complaint because what else is he supposed to do this season y'know?

I was mad at the speed run for Nikolina. They literally put all their iconic lines and scenes that were built up and formed of their relationship developing, and shoved them a into one conversation. They made Alina like him right from the start, and I just feel like in general they needed to flesh out Nikolai like a LOT. He was perfect, emanated Nikolai energy, he just needed more chances to prove that!

The erasure of Jesper's crush on Kaz and the Wesper speed run. Oh boy. Okay buckle up. I thought they didn't build up Wesper well enough, and they made them together for the fan service. I wish they had just made them friends or allies this season. Maybe Wylan was crushing on him a little, but I wanted that banter that they had in Soc. Jesper teasing him was great! This season I wished they had spent a lot more time on Jesper's crush on Kaz. Kit Young and Freddy Carter like to pretend it doesn't exist but it does. And I, (a biased Kazper shipper), really would have loved to see it in its early stages. For Inej and Jesper to bond over it and the utter angst in their scenes because Jes knows he won't like him like he likes her. They seriously cut all of that out, and made Jes say they were brothers which is not true. Kaz sees him as a brother, and it just takes out the whole impact of the Jordie line in CK.

Tolya and Inej better not-*sigh* not getting into that.. David I refuse to believe he is dead. He is a part of the Triumvirate, and he was supposed to get married to Genya before DYING. She cannot catch a freaking break.

I also didn't like how the Spinning Wheel was lame. Like, it was supposed to be in the sky. Buried in the mountains. Instead it's like a small mansion in the ground. The sea whip fetter was kind of lame too. Genya's scars could have been better, and so should the Darkling's Sharpie-drawn scars. One thing I just wish could happen is to show Jesper and Nina being bisexual. Like, at this point, people would think Jes is gay and Nina is straight. Is it too much to ask for them both to show their interest in women?

We didn't get lines like "I am not ruined, I am ruination. " and the iconic "i am become a blade. " I have hopes for s3 though. Flaws and all, I love SAB and I have faith in them to give us a good s3 and Six of Crows.

[ssaalexblake]

the last time i watched an mcu show, i Think it was the imaginary S2 of Agent Carter that was such a nightmare that it has been relegated to an actual nightmare in my head and yes, never happened, but the point is that this was ages ago and mcu shows are some of the very few pieces of media that i've ever filtered out on here out of sheer utter apathy (like, normally it's fun to see people enjoy stuff even if i have no idea wtf it is, but i just can't with them) so it's weird seeing the Agatha AA stuff in context of MCU stuff because i literally keep forgetting that it's an MCU property because i Genuinely have no fucking clue what the call backs and references are/what they mean. I mean, nor do i Care. I hit play on this show Because it's an aberration in the code (plus, honestly, women in double shoulder gun holsters is catnip to me. Weird thing to find irresistibly hot, but i do and nobody can tell me that i have to be deep with this so i won't be).

I have a roll with the punches attitude to watching tv or movies, so i can literally just go with it and it doesn't ruin my viewing experience (that That it doesn't is a sign of capable writing) but it keeps surprising me for a second every time to see it talked about in an MCU context.

[skullsmuldon]

I took some time to look through your blog posts to put my thoughts in order. You offer some good perspectives.

Over the years, Gillian has somewhat distanced herself from Xfiles, but she does see the benefit in coming back because she knows that there is a draw to Scully and Mulder. They are the interest to the show, but her story was always screwed over. I think that pissed her off because she was not truly seen as a person but just as an object but Mulder wasn't. Why wasn't his fertility or utility as a man played with? She might have mixed feelings because it brings her joy of success and some good times but sadness of the creeps she had to deal with.

Then, couple this with what was happening behind the scenes, Gillian, as a woman, might not want to be in that environment again. The men are/were pigs. Perhaps she does care for the characters of Scully and Mulder and the actors, but how can she play out the story line when it's a joke when you know what the people really think about women?

I love the Xfiles, but I prefer that she doesn't go back after what I have learned from the different blogs of Duchovny's grooming of a young girl. It is hard for this viewer to separate the two because it obviously affected Anderson since she has not participated in a lot of comic cons with other cast members over the years.

Bottom line, the less we know about actors' personal lives the better because we can then truly enjoy the characters. I would like Anderson to be able to give a frank F all interview where she airs all her grievances because many female viewers feel aggrieved to what the male writers (I suppose this is primarily Carter) did TO Scully.

Exactly. I could have done without knowing about DDs sugarbaby and then seeing that awkward bed talk about dating younger ppl. Definitely ruined the scene.

I’m good with no more XF because I’ll always have season 1-9 and two good movies 🤗

I get what you say about Gillian and I can agree on some points but to me she also shat on Scully enough and when it’s convenient for her she pulls the XF money grab card. She does not need to respect CC or DD or the writing of the show but imo Scully is not boring etc just because she isn’t talking about sex all the time( Jean) or runs a round like a boss bitch banging fellow colleagues (Stella). if GA is frustrated fine but leave it with the ppl who frustrate you and not a character who is loved exactly because the way she is. And don’t get me started on the pregnancy BS with both Scully and Jean 🤦🏽‍♀️.

The good thing is GA gets enough projects and has enough exposure without XF which is sth you can’t say for everyone from the OG cast. She does not need DD or XF. For DD imo that’s another case but it’s also due to his lack of proper Social media representation. Again a whole other topic 😅

[laufire]

feel you about the pettyness towards asoiaf. yeah it was fun to read during my high school years yadda yadda but it steered like the worst discourse i've ever witnessed in my whole life and now we're stuck with people who think that any single female character who doesn't not passively accept gender roles has internalized misoginy. worse bc they act as if grrm is the only writer ever and lowkey forget that also women wrote fantasy since a while and that grrm isn't the only one who write women as protagonists in a fantasy setting lol

I could try to be fair and recognise the books' merits -something they aren't scarce of!-, but plenty of people sing their praises on the regular and frankly, the very idea exhausts me.

The fandom that surrounds the 'verse has succeeded in effectively ruining any joy I could've gotten out of it. It's not so much the Fandom Drama TM. Every large fandom has ridiculous in-fighting, shipwars disguised as clamours for justice, hypocrisy, rampant misogyny :)... I'm not new here. I've had a lot of practice, and I pride myself on how I excel when it comes to finding my own little corner to enjoy a piece of art to my heart's content no matter what anyone else does. But with this one, I'm unable to. At most I will passively reblog some occasional good edit or meta that crosses my path, but I don't think I could put anything of myself into it, iykwim.

And I won't lie, at least a large part of it IS the undue praise I feel GRRM receives. It pisses me off seeing how low people's standards still are regarding the treatment of female characters. That makes me resent the canon 'verse, not just the fandom's interpretation of it. Over the years I kept seeing him getting compared only to male writers such as Tolkien; and yes, I agree, prominent female characters >>> no female characters of importance, LOL. But, seriously? Is that really all we're going to demand here? For fuck's sake. The bar is below ground.

How about we compare him with female SFF writers and see how he fares? I haven't read a tenth of what I'd like from Ursula K. Le Guin, and I already think her inventiveness is beyond his scope. Ana María Matute was a Spanish author that often wrote medieval-adjacent fantasy and her prose was vivid and lovely and heartrendering in a way GRRM could only dream. Angela Carter depicted the very horrors he embeds his stories with in a far more chilling way he ever could. Their female characters certainly surpass his. And that's just scratching the surface.

As I said, I wouldn't erase it from existence because I still think some of the female characters books & show have given us are beyond amazing. I love Catelyn, and Cersei, and Brienne, and Daenerys, and Arya, and yes, Sansa! (my issues with her fandom's tradwifery nonsense, I liked her from the beginning and I still do when I put them aside, that's just a fact). But "I wouldn't erase this particular canon from existence" is not exactly a great endorsement xDD

[slashtakemylife]

OMG REMEMBERING THAT SHE HULK LINE ABOUT STEVE JUST MADE ME THINK HOW THEY KEEP RUINING STEVE'S CHARACTER EVEN FOLLOWING EXACTLY THEIR OWN STORY

So Steve wasn't a virgin right? Lost that V to a girl in the USO tour, right?

So let's go all the way back to Cap 1, why does Steve get no-bitches? Because he's small and skinny, get it, fair, however in that same movie we get him speaking to Peggy Carter for the first time and he says and I quote "Waiting for the right partner" and that is something that endears Peggy to him because it means Steve isn't like other men that just look for women for satisfaction, he wants a partner.

This is something that literally comes to play straight out in the movie when Peggy sees Steve kissing that girl and she mentions how quickly he found that "right partner", she literally spells it out how she now sees Steve like any other soldier that would jump at any chance to getting laid instead of looking for a real emotional attachment something that of course the movie tells us isn't true since it was the girl who kissed Steve and not the other way around and we don't see him flirt or look for women outside of Peggy to the point of carrying her picture.

This thought and their kiss, that he looked like it was his first kiss, is what reinforced the belief that Steve was a virgin because we, like Peggy, believed in him.

Aaaaand that just got bulldozed by that line in She Hulk like literally over 10 years later

That scene in Cap 1 has now become utterly useless because then looking back, by that point in the movie Steve has already lost his virginity and then he has the AUDACITY to look sheepish when he damn well knows he did in fact the moment he got jacked and women ran to him, something we also see in the movie, he immediately found his "right partner" or at least for the night.

Now if you go into White Male Logic that's probably behind this they'd go like, Oh well he just met Peggy Carter so they aren't as close as they'll be later, they just met once, he can have some ass now, he wasn't married or promised to her you know?

Ok fine! Yes, let's buy it, completely yes totally Steve doesn't have to save his V precisely for Peggy or not even until marriage, which btw at that time was encouraged right? Or at least to women so the idea wasn't far fetched and supposedly should've been honored by someone like Steve but ok also men are men, yes yes Steve can be a horny guy, he's allowed to ok? I mean he had just met Peggy Carter a handful of times ok?

Ok but also the ending of his character is how utterly devoted he is to Peggy, someone he's never even being on a date with, to the point of never actually forgetting her and at the end his perfect ending is finally living his dream of being with the woman he loves and never forgot and is so devoted he decided to leave everything behind and "have a life" with the love of his life.

Y'all don't see anything amiss at that? This is so cracked up because Steve is both Not all men while also being, Yes all men

He is so utterly devoted to Peggy to the point of choosing to literally go back in time to live a life with her while also being actually a horn dog and he totally did it with at least a girl because what man would go on tour with that amount of women that would clearly launch themselves at him and just not get laid with at least one? Amairight? We can't call Steve a man unless he at least fucked a USO girl.

You can almost feel the double standard because

Male writer: of course Steve was loyal and faithful to her, he just got a non serious fling somewhere, he's allowed that right?

Me: So it would've been the same say if Peggy also wasn't a virgin right?

Male writer fumes in anger

If Peggy Carter had been known to have another sexual partner before even meeting Steve I'm sure she would've been hated, let alone one when she'd already met Steve, after Steve is alright because clearly she had to move on and we can assume it was her husband. The idea of Peggy Carter remaining virgin til marriage or at least with the man she was to marry isn't far fetched or difficult to believe but the idea of Captain fcking America, Steve Rogers and also Male, only having sex until marriage or at least with the person he loves is something that bugles the writers or even the public at large just shows you how big double standards are and for me that way of thought is what made the writers decide to add that line and to me personally it leaves a bad taste in my mouth because I have loved Steve's character and resolve and I do like him and Peggy a lot, to have him be reduced back to "men are men" after all is just so sickening

It really boils down to "males are allowed" and also toxic masculinity that he had to not be a virgin to literally just prove a point, what point idk, idk what so bad of thinking he was

Now listen, ok I'll just take it, I don't care he fcked, he couldn't fcked all the USO girls and they could've mentioned it on screen back then, I don't care but then don't double down and try and make me believe how Steve is "different" and oh so honorable even in his private life were he is respectful of women specially to the woman he fell for and was so loyal to her that even time and space couldn't keep them away, don't try to pull that shit now

[morethansky]

Mostly Star Wars, Transformers, DC, and Marvel brainrot, with a side of IWTV, Lupin, danmei, and a dash of GOT7. Asks always welcome!

I truly don’t care if ships are problematic or not. I do tag extensively—Star Wars clone ships are always tagged #cloneshipping.

Top fandom tags: #star wars / #good omens / #transformers / #dc comics / #marvel comics / #mdzs / #lupin netflix / #iwtv

Fic tag: #ficposts

Writing blabber: #amph writes

Meta and general blabber: #amph talks

I guess I make gifs now: #amph gifs

Below is a masterlist of my writing from the past five or so years!

Deadpool Movies

Sunwarmed Earth (Cable/Deadpool)

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

desire in all its splendor (Crosshair/Hunter) Another Way Back (Crosshair/Hunter) i keep what i can of you (Crosshair/Hunter) hold you by the edges (Crosshair/Mayday, Crosshair/Hunter) alone in the quiet light (Tech/Wrecker) i should live in salt for leaving you (Crosshair/Hunter)

Star Wars Rebels

Let This Be the Healing (Kallus/Zeb) better served by tenderness (Sabine/Ketsu)

Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Mend This Old Wound (Obi-Wan Kenobi/Maul, in-progress)

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

A Future for Us (Gen, minor Echo/Fives, Jesse/Kix, Cody/Obi-Wan, Ahsoka/Barriss, in-progress) The Honey Between Our Shadows (Cody/Obi-Wan) Ink on the Bone (Cody/Obi-Wan) How Ruin Makes a Home (Cody/Obi-Wan)

Star Wars sequel trilogy

The Spark Is Out (Gen, Jacen Syndulla/Ben Solo if you squint) Looks on Tempests (Kylo Ren/Armitage Hux)

Lupin (Netflix)

And All My Tomorrows (Assane Diop/Benjamin Férel, in-progress)

DC

so let them say our names (Comics, Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, just posted!) Keep Long Vigils by the Silent Dust (Comics, gen, Batfamily) For Halcyon Skies (Young Justice, Gen, Clark Kent & Conner Kent)

K-pop / C-pop / Street Dance of China

just hold on for a while (Jackson Wang/Zhang Yixing) in this life we’re the perfect match (Jackson Wang/Zhang Yixing, in-progress) the most beautiful melody (Huang Xiao/Qiao Zhi, epilogue pending) so you can put me together (Huang Xiao/Qiao Zhi)

MDZS / CQL

No Road to the Sky (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji) This Nameless Song (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji)

Transformers

An Art and a Fortunate Accident (Chromedome/Rewind, Rewind/Dominus Ambus, Chromedome/Prowl) A Mutual Addiction (Chromedome/Prowl) Sweetest in the Middle (Windblade/Nautica/Chromia) At the End of the Storm (Cyclonus/Tailgate) A Scene Worth Waking Up For (Cyclonus/Tailgate)

Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Fire of a Thousand Suns (Zuko/Aang) Kindling Constellations (Zuko/Aang)

Marvel

Into the Rose Garden (MCU, Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov) Separately Alive and Rather Burning (MCU, Peggy Carter/Dottie Underwood) Pay No Worship to the Sun (MCU, Jane Foster/Sif) The Stars in Our Eyes (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Hank Pym/Jan Van Dyne, Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Loki/Thor, Bruce Banner/Betty Ross, Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan, Karolina Dean/Xavin) Brakes on Desires (Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, Hank Pym/Janet Van Dyne)

Older DC The Seeds We Sow: Or Alternatively, What’s Your Poison? (Batman: The Animated Series, Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn) Whatever It Takes (Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne) All This Time (Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne) Hearth and Home (Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne)

The Song of Achilles

These Bodies Do Know Joy (Achilles/Patroclus)

Little Women

Tell Me About the Dream (Laurie/Jo March)

[unknown--user]

Lynda Carter ruined women for me as a child.  I just thought, every guy should just grow up to marry a lady like her.  Throw me in that crowd too.  

Nice.

[therecordchanger62279]

A FAIR TO REMEMBER

The third, and final installment of my book fair adventures.

     ‘Fess up. You did a double take when you saw that title, didn’t you? You thought, “Wow, he finally got some sex into his blog!” Sorry to disappoint you, but the title refers to the day’s activity. This weekend was the annual Dayton Book Fair at the Fairgrounds. It’s the one day of the year my wife lets me leave the house without a chaperone. Fortunately, it was worth the nearly three extra hours on my feet today. (I worked a full shift before hitting the fair this afternoon.)

     The weather was lovely today, if a bit windy at times. I arrived about 1:30, and found a parking spot not far from the entrance. When I got inside, I saw a lot of open floor space. I guess everyone was home trying to find the Ohio State game on television. (They were on a bye this week, so most of those people probably spent the afternoon getting liquored up – which is what they would’ve done anyway if there had been a game – but I digress.) The layout was different again this year, and I left my book fair GPS in the car so I had to make my way around “The Coliseum” (a fancy name for an old gymnasium) on my own. They’d moved the collectibles section to the front, and most of my favorite tables were not where I remembered them - although the hot dog stand was in the same spot, and that’s the important thing.

     The first friendly sign I saw read Poetry, and I suspected Short Stories would be close by. I was correct. But the only book I bought at that table was a collection edited by somebody named Milton Crane. Titled 50 Great Short Stories, and originally published in 1952, the paperback edition I found for $1.10, was the 16th printing from 1962, and featured names like Hemingway, Poe, Faulkner, Joyce, Thurber, Chekov, Forster, Salinger, Wolfe, Conrad, McCullers, Huxley, Steinbeck, and…well, you get the idea. I like a good short story, and since I’ve begun writing them, I get ideas how to make mine better from reading the masters. (If you’re going to steal, steal from the best.)

     It looked as if all my other favorite book haunts were on the other side of the gym, so I ambled over to the boxes of records spread over about eight tables. There were almost as many people browsing the records as there were browsing the multitude of book tables. Clearly this was a hipper, less bookish crowd than I was use to seeing at the fair. Needless to say, I fit right in.

     I cozied up to a pair of honeys browsing the rock records and chatting to one another about what they were finding. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that there are women out there who collect records instead of different shades of lipstick. One of them was complaining to the other that her mother had actually given away her own record collection. She couldn’t believe it. She found a Supremes collection she was interested in, but the cover was torn. Still, she had a look telling her friend that she could live with that as long as the record was in good shape. He pal agreed, telling her she needed to be careful so she didn’t ruin her stylus.

     Since they were lingering in the rock section, I moved over to jazz for a look. (If one of them had made a move to jazz, I might have been tempted to solicit her, but chicks don’t dig jazz as a general rule. So I remained on my best gentlemanly behavior.) By the time I finished browsing just two boxes of jazz records, I feared for my wallet. I found Arthur Blythe’s da-da LP, The Griffith Park Collection featuring several members of Return To Forever, along with the greats Joe Henderson, and Freddie Hubbard. Ralph Towner & Gary Burton’s Slide Show on ECM was in mint condition. I found a pair of LP’s on A&M Horizon – one by the great Chet Baker (You Can’t Go Home Again), and the other by Mel Lewis and Friends. Mel has some cool friends – bassist Ron Carter, pianist Hank Jones, Michael Brecker on sax, Freddie Hubbard (again) on trumpet, and more. The Best of Bobbi Humphrey on Columbia also caught my eye because I’ve been listening to a lot of light jazz from the late 70’s recently, and flutist Bobbi hit her commercial peak then. I also found Wynton Marsalis’s Think Of One – one I didn’t have from 1983. But as thrilled as I was with all of these, the most exciting finds turned out to be a Joe Zawinul collection on Atlantic titled Concerto Retitled, a set I had never seen or heard of before that turned out to be an overview of his Atlantic recordings prior to founding Weather Report, and an Impulse album from 1974 called Impulse Artists On Tour that features Gato Barbieri, Keith Jarrett, John Klemmer, Michael White, and Sam Rivers along with a who’s who of great backing musicians recorded at various shows. This was another album I’d never seen and didn’t know existed.

     Since the classical records were hosting several long hairs, I veered over towards the book tables on the other side, but not before I overheard an old couple talking. The wife (70, if she was a day) said to her husband, “Are you ready to go, baby?” And he replied, “You’re buying all those books? Didn’t you just get rid of a bunch of books?” Another woman standing next to me said, “He sounds like my husband.” And I patted myself on the back for being Mr. Tolerant in all things where my wife is concerned. (Cough!)

     I whiffed completely at the Sports table. I love a good baseball book, but there weren’t any today I didn’t already own. The People table (biographies, mostly) was also a bust, and it was beginning to look as if the records were going to be the last money I spent that didn’t target my stomach. But Philosophy, Plays, Classics, History and Government and Science yielded a Bertrand Russell’s Best, Camus’s Caligula and 3 Other Plays, Chekov’s The Major Plays, Dostoyevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, Richard Feynman’s Surely You’re Joking Mr. Feynman, Norman Mailer’s The Presidential Papers (about the Kennedy administration), Situations by Jean Paul Sartre, and Walter Kauffman’s Existentialism from Dostoyevsky to Sartre. (You can always find plenty of books on existentialism at book fairs because existentialists are usually miserable, and end up committing suicide. Their families donate their books to book fairs. It’s a fact. You could look it up.)

     By this time, my arms were drooping, and my knuckles dragging on the floor as if I was a member of the Bush administration. So I decided to pay the piper, and take my treasures to the car, then double back for a farewell tour around the gym one more time.

     Next time around, following my traditional can of Pepsi, and hot dog with mustard and onion from the food vendor, I visited all the fiction tables looking for books by a favorite author of my wife. I found none, thus vindicating my wife’s choice not to attend the book fair with me. I also looked through the record boxes that had been inaccessible to me earlier. (By now, the sparse crowd was down to a trickle of die-hards.) Country yielded a couple of collections by Del Reeves whose old records are usually hard to find, and priced higher than a gallon of gas during a Middle East crisis. A section at the end of classical labeled ?????, had in it a blaxploitation soundtrack by Booker T. & The MG’s on Stax called Up Tight. Regular readers of this blog know of my affection for soul music and for blaxploitation films. (Clearly the book fair staff does not have anyone who knows anything about music because they also didn’t know where to file records by Jody Watley or Mike Oldfield (yes, it was Tubular Bells). These and many more familiar artists were in that section under the heading ?????.

     My last stop was the Comedy box where I found a Mort Sahl album On Relationships. I never knew Sahl to do anything but political humor, so I decided to pick it up. Of course, one could argue that all relationships are political in nature. In any case, Sahl was one of those comics whose humor was aimed at intellectuals. As there’s little, if any, of that kind of humor around today, I thought it might be a good listen.

     So the take turned out to be 9 books, and 13 records. Adding the three bucks for the Pepsi and hot dog, my wallet was all of 29 dollars lighter. You might be able to beat that, but I doubt it.

     I promised the wife I’d pick up some fast food and bring it home – before the government sucks all that tasty trans fat out of it. I got in line at the McDonald’s drive thru behind a Honda van sporting a pair of bumper stickers, the first of which read, “Jesus Is The Answer” while the second chimed in with “God Rules – Always Has, Always Will”. I had a lot of time to memorize more than the bumper stickers because this vanload of morons couldn’t decide what they wanted to eat. I came very close to getting out of my car and going up to them and telling them that if they didn’t make up their mind and place their order within the next 10 seconds, they were going to be seeing Jesus a lot sooner than they’d planned.

     So, the 2013 fair was a good one. Next year, though, we’ll just order a pizza when I get home.

©2013

[the-firebird69]

She was the wife of Michael too and is not gone of course no she died. She was not in the movie but she died from old age no that's what our son thinks. She was working moving ordinance and it exploded. And there are people who wonder how it happened and people who are checking the scene it was in an underground facility no it was in the 8th ring and will and Bill say they detected something and we think we know who it is but they have to check they said and they have equipment too they do think it's the ship and it's happened before

Thor Freya

Olympus

Okay guys this is what it is I've been talking about it so he went ahead and hit her now the guy has to pay he's been doing this to people for a long time and he thinks there's nothing to pay about it and we have to make him pay

Mike tew

I agree it was sending troops now they're going to take that son of a b**** down

Mac Daddy

I've been holding my breath I want a piece of them and now's the Time to take it I can't believe this happened we are all so sorry Michael too

Justin

You can't help but feel bad because we knew her and she was helping our friend and my son-in-law a lot and matter of fact I don't know what he's going to do without her doing it

Ken

We've all had a tough time here and I think I have to start working again and stop being a jerk to him and I do understand what people are saying people need to do these things to help and it was not nice of what he did and Tommy f will have to pay and we're going around saying what we'll do if something happens you shouldn't do it to me it's not nice she didn't do anything to you

Lily

She was true is I don't think it just charged for my ship I know where I was when it happened I want people to calm down

Tommy f

Who become as soon as your stupid ship is out of here you don't have any right to sit there like that and we're going to go after you it doesn't shield them from anything all these stupid assholes are underneath it doing all sorts of dumb things I'm surprised you survive this is to threaten you I threatening him and all s*** out of here you're such a jerk

Sherry

What time are you doing this to people and it's not even your fight you got involved now it's your fight Tommy f

Mike tew

I don't believe it you struck again it's time to go away you're ruining our realm you're such an a****** and you're drawing more fire on yourself right now in a time when the empire could have been stepping in you're such a fool I'm so tired of seeing you stupid people screw up things that would have stopped the empire now it's going to be a nuisance and a nightmare and I should explain he says you're going to go ahead hitting each other again in a big huge hit each other fast and the empire is going to be sitting pretty and you probably won't have your damn stone chips you're a stupid s*** tummy f

Preston

I suppose I see the point they go after me harder and the ship's harder it's a group involved I don't need and it's really happy fighting each other

Tommy f

Have found this on my table 50 times today one more time and my wife gets it now I don't want you around you're a piece of s*** and you're threatening all of us with it and that's why you did it and you're trying to kidnap women all over the place that I saw it you got to pay for this you piece of crap

Tommy Allen

This woman was helping me and Michael too had started to turn into a monster again and she kept doing it and was faithful doing it for some reason I don't really know why but she was good at it and a lot of people have been falling down so now I'm left without an auntie I have beat this s*** out of you Tommy f

Zues

I can use that and beat him up

Hera

We're going to come in there and beat the s*** out of you Tommy f we don't like you

Corks

Is too

Trumps

Good let's. I'm here to say I'm going to help handle what's going on I'll have to have women do it he says I get that usually they stay out of trouble and they want to now they appreciate the word too and the confidence

Mike tew

Olympus

[heavycorpse]

“I hate Peggy Carter”.

attention: I don't want to conflict with any of you and aggravate your attitude towards Peggy Carter and I don't want you to hate me for the rest of your days. please, let's be respectful towards each other.

I'm tired of this dull shit directed at peggy.

I really don't understand why you all  okay, not all of you 100% hate Peggy so actively. Not being interested in the character, just not loving her is something else entirely compared to the outright, non-stop hatred that pours in her direction, infecting more and more people in the process.

You say that Peggy Carter is "toxic" because of a one-off episode in Steve and Peggy's relationship in which she shot Steve's shield (although they still continued to respect and support each other), while Tony Stark repeatedly showed self-centeredness, arrogance and selfishness at the very beginning of our acquaintance with him. 

isn't that toxic?  

but what do we have in the end? both of them are heroes in their time periods, in their universes. Peggy Carter was a brave, determined woman capable of fighting back against any enemy.

and Tony Stark was able to reconsider his actions, change himself, his life for the better, he is ALSO a real hero who sacrificed his happy, carefree family life for the sake of saving the whole universe. 

note: we're talking about movies, TV series about them, not comic books that had these characters in. not all people have to kill their time to read absolutely all Marvel comics to know everything and be entitled to voice and reasoning. 

you say that Peggy Carter is still a "bitch" who represents only white women and accordingly she is a true example of white feminism, having a basis for this in the style of: “iN hEr sErIes, PeGgY wOrKs iN a FiEld wHerE theRe aRe oNly wHitE mEn aNd WoMen."

I adore Peggy and always set her as a role model (although I don't think all of her actions are right), but I admit that there really is some problem with her image.

but you have to understand that, in any case, Peggy fought for women's rights the way she could fight. her show was canceled after the end of ONLY 2 seasons, not allowing her to open up properly. and not only her, but also other, no less interesting characters.

also, to reinforce this words, it is worth saying that neither Marvel nor Hayley Atwell support any particular kind of feminism, instead struggling with shitty attitudes toward women in general. think ab it.

you say that Peggy Carter is to blame for preventing the long-awaited reunion of Steven Rogers and Bucky Barnes I just noticed that you also hate Marvel, just because they didn't make Steven and Bucky a canonical couple, although the problem is that Marvel cannot make these characters homosexual.

Marvel focuses on its viewers, on its audience, but in some countries or regions where Marvel everyone adores and loves homosexual relationships are not accepted by society or even are a crime.

also, you should understand that these characters "come from" long-ago comics that have survived to our times and come to life on the big screens. hence the conclusion that Marvel cannot make Captain America and Bucky Barnes a canonical couple, as this is a significant change in their images and it may become something unacceptable to some fans.

but if they do, I'll be glad. I'm not really interested in this two, but I know a lot of very nice people who would be more than happy if they became a couple. BUT IN THIS CASE, I ALSO WANT PEGGY TO HAVE A GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND, OKAY??

if you need proof of these words, just google it. you will find a sufficient number of examples when the creators made too strong changes in the images of all our favorite characters, which ultimately ruined them.

but still, Marvel is not homophobic. in it's cinematic universe there are homosexual characters (love them all!), but this is not their main character trait that should be inserted into every scene, comic book with this character. and that's enough loyalty to people who want to see homosexual characters and to the characters.

I'm very frustrated by these hashtags, in which 60% of audience just wants to cancel Peggy Carter.

Peggy is Captain America's love, and my fav. I really adore this character. you know, at some point in time, I stumbled upon it completely by accident and, to be honest, at first I didn't like Peggy Carter.

in fact, I was very skeptical of her character because “she's so toxic, so cocky, so unpleasant, so ambiguous”.

and those weren't my own thoughts.

these were the thoughts of other people I witnessed. but once in a tiktok I saw a scene of her kissing some blonde (oh my god, Dottie Underwood 🙂🙂) and I suddenly wondered where it was coming from. who it is, and why is it happening. sorry, but it was a shock to me. 

......a pleasant shock.

at first I did not like the series, it seemed boring to me. but then I started noticing situations in Peggy's life when I thought: god, so relatable. then I began to like her clever, sarcastic comments, with which she easily repelled any attacks in her direction. I liked her humor, her resilience, her dedication.

and her quote:

"I know my value. Anyone else's opinion doesn't really matter." became to some extent my anthem.

also, there are a couple of other quotes of her:

"Compromise where you can. And where you can't, don't. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye, and say, 'No, you move'."

"To you, I’m a stray kitten left on your doorstep to be protected. The secretary turned damsel in distress. The girl on the pedestal, transformed into some daft whore."

why am I writing this.

I'm writing this because I would like you to try to learn more about her and... be more adequate. because hate isn't cool. I understand that people won't stop hating her from this post, I can't change someone else's opinion at the click of my fingers. and nothing can. and yet... I'm here.

it all also becomes unbearable when you admire this character and surely some person will tell you that you are an idiot who admires this character. it's not normal to insult people online (and in life) just.. because?

there will be people who will say that if I am so sensitive, then I should throw away my computer and never show up here again. but what about you? the fact that someone likes something you don't like hurts you so much that you are ready to wish other people death, tell the most offensive words and turn their life into a living hell. 

I hope that at least someone has read this post to the end and thought about my words. I guess I'm writing this post not so much for haters, but for myself and those who also love Peggy Carter and set her as an example for themselves. a simple reminder to myself and a handful of like-minded people that we are still alive and that we are firmly on our feet and still believe in Peggy.

well. I've finished writing this. I hope i don't suddenly die tomorrow. and if no one reads this masterpiece, then fine. It's okay. Anyway, I said what I wanted to say.

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

HER NEW START BEGINS TODAY!

Sapphire Omens by L.A. Boruff, Lacey Carter, and Lia Davis is now live!! Universal: https://geni.us/SapphireOmensRead it #free with #KindleUnlimited! BLURB:If you wish you knew what people thought of you, to be frank, you’re a fool.

I burned a lot of bridges when I fell from fame. Not only did I embarrass myself in front of the world, but my tell-all book ruined any chance I had to fix things. And why? All because of a cheating husband and a best friend who betrayed me.

It wasn’t worth it. But some things happen for a reason because without my fall from fame, I never would have met Nicky. He loves me for me, and our simple life is pretty close to perfect.

When I receive a letter, a chance to step back into Hollywood, to open doors I thought were closed, and possibly regain some of my wealth and fame, I should run the other way.

Unfortunately for me, I’m not that smart. I thought I could fix my old reputation. I thought I could show everyone I'd changed. I was a fool. The moment I put on a beautiful necklace straight from a pirate's treasure, I can hear the terrible thoughts from everyone around me. I might just crack. Again. Once upon a time I started over, can I really do it again? Or will my greed end to the worst loss of all, that of the man I love?

#releaseblitz #releaseblast #releaseday #bookbirthday #booklaunch #nowlive #newrelease #pwf #paranormalwomensfiction #paranormalcozy #paranormalmystery #paranormalfiction #sapphireomens #sisterhoodofthestones #books #reading #matureheroine #midlifefiction #womensfiction #sisterfiction #bookish #bookbuzz #booksbooksbooks About The Authors:

L.A. Boruff LA (Lainie) Boruff lives in East Tennessee with her husband, three children, and an ever growing number of cats. She loves reading, watching TV, and procrastinating by browsing Facebook. LA’s passions include vampires, food, and listening to heavy metal music. She once won a Harry Potter trivia contest based on the books and lost one based on the movies. She has two bands on her bucket list that she still hasn’t seen: AC/DC and Alice Cooper. Feel free to send tickets

Lacey Carter

Lacey Carter writes paranormal women’s fiction and cozy mysteries with humor, adventure, and a little romance. Her stories are sure to make you smile, laugh, and maybe even cry. But don’t worry, she’s always sure to give her readers a happy ending for her brave heroes and heroines.

As a USA Today bestselling author, Lacey is always working on another story. She thrives off of the adventure both in her books and outside of them, while raising her three beautiful children, with her amazing husband. She also writes steamy romances under the name Lacey Carter Andersen.

So if you’re looking for fun and adventure, dive into one of her worlds today!

Lia Davis Lia Davis is the USA Today bestselling author of more than forty books, including her fan favorite Ashwood Falls Series. A lifelong fan of magic, mystery, romance and adventure, Lia's novels feature compassionate alpha heroes and strong leading ladies, plenty of heat, and happily-ever-afters

Lia makes her home in Northeast Florida where she battles hurricanes and humidity like one of her heroines. When she's not writing, she loves to spend time with her family, travel, read, enjoy nature, and spoil her kitties.  She also loves to hear from her readers. Send her a note at lia@authorliadavis.com!

Find Them On The Web! L.A. - https://laboruff.com Lacey - https://laceycarterandersen.net Lia - https://authorliadavis.com

[themculibrary]

Sports AU/Themed Masterlist

And Now We're Here (ao3) - Nejinee steve/bucky E, 27k

Summary: Bucky Barnes is coach of the American Women's Gymnastics Team and he's taking them to the top, even if it kills him. He's also a previous Olympic medallist with a solid reputation of success behind him. He's known for his lady-killer looks, historic rise to fame and his frankly horrific temperament and personality.

Steve Rogers, however, is new and irritating and Bucky fucking hates him to hell and back.

Breakaway (ao3) - NegativeGhostrider yelena/kate E, 81k

Summary: Kate Bishop is a photojournalism student at NYU, talented but admittedly lacking in focus. When she’s all but forced to cover an international hockey tournament for her end of semester piece, it’s not exactly her dream come true. Kate has never really given a shit about hockey. But that was before she met the terrifying captain of Team Russia. Yelena Belova is one of the world’s best competitive hockey players - ruthless, driven, and talented beyond measure - and Kate knows a good story when she sees one. Sure, she’s strange and irritating and extremely distracting, but Kate can deal with it. But there’s more to this game than meets the eye, and when she goes digging and uncovers more than she bargained for, everything changes. The stakes are high and everything is on the line. But she can’t win alone.

Citius, Altius, Fortius (Faster, Higher, Stronger) (ao3) - MarcellaBianca steve/bucky, peggy/steve M, 50k

Summary: Steve Rogers. James Barnes.

One, an NHL star with dreams of finally capturing an Olympic gold medal. The other, a former World champion and Olympic silver medalist, now a current coach and choreographer for the top flight figure skaters in the Russian Federation.

But before all of that..they were Steve and Bucky.

Until they weren't.

cute quaterbacks (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Steve and Bucky grew up as childhood best friends and are now roommates in college. Bucky dares Steve to bring a date to one of his upcoming football games after Steve suggests he could date anyone he wanted to. Enter Tony Stark.

Forty-Seven Flat (ao3) - geekymoviemom steve/tony M, 171k

Summary: Steve Rogers was on the top of the world. He was one of the top students in his class, a world-class athlete, and had a man who loved him. Winning an Olympic Gold Medal seemed like the perfect addition to his picture-perfect life.

But only four years later, Steve’s entire world has come crashing down around him, leaving defending his Olympic title the only thing lying between him and utter ruin.

And then, the unthinkable happens.

Going Yard (ao3) - Brenda steve/bucky E, 41k

Summary: Going Yard: Baseball vernacular for hitting a home run.

This is the love story of shortstop Steve Rogers and pitcher Bucky Barnes, estranged childhood best friends about to be reunited on the same team.

This is a love story about New York's other baseball team, the Avengers, and their quest to claim the National League East division title.

This is a love story about going home and new friends and team bonding and first loves and how the people you're the closest to can also drive you the craziest.

But mostly, this is a love story about baseball and the boys of summer who play it.

Got a Heart in Me, I Swear (ao3) - thepartyresponsible bucky/clint, steve/tony M, 36k

Summary: The pictures leak on a lazy off-season Sunday, in that muddled bit of midafternoon Clint never knows what to do with when he isn’t training. He curls up with Lucky on the couch and naps through the end of his whole damn life. And that, honestly, is pretty much perfect.

Howitzer (ao3) - spacebuck steve/bucky E, 111k

Summary: Bucky Barnes, figure skating champion, is forced to switch his skates for hockey ones when he leaves for college. Problem is, he's never played hockey before, and now he has to be good enough to get the scholarship he needs. Enter Steve Rogers, Carter University Men's Hockey player, who's decided that he'd do anything to get this guy on his team.

Cue five am runs, overwhelming classes, new friends, plenty of snow, and a sport that's fast becoming a way of life.

I've got you under my skin (ao3) - sirona steve/tony, bucky/peggy M, 38k

Summary: Five times Beijing 2008 Olympics Gold Medalist Tony Stark thinks it's going to be no more difficult a job to get ready for London 2012, than what he has just achieved. That is, of course, before Coach Fury comes to visit, and offers him a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be a part of something much bigger than himself. Swimming AU.

Strong Safety (ao3) - queenmab_scherzo steve/bucky M, 23k

Summary: Steve and Bucky figure out how to play in the NFL and how to live 800 miles apart.

Targeting (ao3) - queenmab_scherzo steve/bucky, clint/natasha E, 149k

Summary: Steve and Bucky end up playing for rival college football teams.

The Beautiful Game (ao3) - neversaydie steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: [pissy goalie Bucky and angry defender Steve have hate-sex in the locker room]

The Gold (ao3) - superstringtheory steve/bucky, clint/natasha, tony/may M, 25k

Summary: Bucky Barnes: former world vault champion. Injured. Retired. Grumpy. Recently chunky.

Steve Rogers: up and coming gymnast on the world scene, attempting to learn Barnes' eponymous vault. Interest piqued by Barnes' new physique.

The meet-cute: Bucky begins to coach Steve on his vault technique. Steve tries to control his raging crush and desire to find out just how much Bucky can eat (especially in the bedroom).

Will Steve win the gold (and Bucky's heart)?

Time After Time (ao3) - beezyland steve/natasha M, 77k

Summary: A collection of AU oneshots I'd like to turn into full-length stories, but never will.

Recent: The Ballerina & the Baker AU. Between dance classes and being an awesome aunt, Natasha likes to stop in to Sarah's Bakeshop near her studio to flirt with a certain really hot baker. Little does she know, they have a history.

wholesale change (ao3) - biblionerd07 steve/bucky M, 83k

Summary: Steve Rogers, captain of a losing NHL team, has taken so many bad penalties this season he's worried he's going to get set down to the minors as punishment. His agent comes up with a plan to make Steve irreplaceable to the fans--a reality dating show. Where the contestants want to date Steve.