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seenoversundown · 3 months

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Sultry

Josh Kiszka x Quinn (Enby OC)

Warnings: Fluff, Thoughts/Discussion of having children, Jake’s ratty boots, sandcastles, improper (or proper, depending 🤭) use of “daddy”

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: The crew has a beach day and Quinn has to grapple with how hot Josh is when he takes care of others.

Author's Note: This one is a little bit short, but I don’t want to give too much away before you all actually meet Josh and Quinn 🤭 Please enjoy!

Ramblin'

Where to begin?

I taste the summer on your peppery skin

“Summersong” The Decemberists.

When Danny and Melody floated the idea of a family beach day at Rangeley Lake a few weeks ago, I had been convinced it would never come to fruition. Jake runs a tight ship at the bar, so I was sure he’d take issue with all four boys being away for the day. But Jake either decided to live a little, or he knew we’d never let him live it down if we missed out on a beach day because of him. Regardless of his reason, he left the bar in the hands of one of his steady bartenders for the day.

And so, I find myself surrounded by bags and spinning in a circle in the bedroom, trying to remember what I'm doing.

Double-checking the supplies, that's right.

“Bug!! Are you ready? We need to head out in about 15 minutes!” Josh yells from across our apartment.

I shift items around the bags I’ve been packing all morning, taking stock to ensure we have everything.

Sunblock, extra clothes, extra shoes, kindle, towels, a blanket…

“Yeah, Starlight! I think we’re good to go!” I shout back.

I jump, feeling his arms wrap around my middle as he rests his head in the crook of my shoulder.

“No need to yell; I'm right here,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He presses a kiss directly below my ear before slowly pulling away and spinning me around to face him.

“You scared me,” I giggle, staring into his eyes.

“I’m sorry, dear. I was just coming to see if you needed help getting our bags to the car.”

He moves toward the bed and slips them over his arms, rushing out of the room before I can even respond.

He loves caring for me; he’ll be such a good dad one day.

The thought slips into my head before I can even hope to stop it. It’s a conversation we’ve kicked around a few times, usually after a few glasses of wine, but not anything we’ve discussed seriously.

I shake my head to stop further thoughts from creeping in.

We’ll table that for now.

I hear the front door click closed, signaling that Josh is headed down to load the car, and I walk out to the living room to put on my sandals. I sit on the couch, pulling out my phone to check The Girl's group chat.

Wilson: Sam and I are about to get in the car

Charmander: I’m fighting with Jacob about appropriate shoes for the lake.

Charmander: Again.

Melli Vanelli: Loafers?

Charmander: …His boots this time 😫

Wilson: If he shows up in those boots, he’ll never hear the end of it.

Charmander: I have told him that. He insists he doesn't care.

Melli Vanelli: Last time he insisted he didn’t care about being made fun of…

Wilson: HE ENDED UP WITH A GIRLFRIEND AFTER YEARS OF INSISTING HE DIDN’T WANT ONE.

Wilson: No offense, Char

Charmander: None taken.

I laughed, remembering the group effort of gentle bullying that led Jake to find the love of his life semi-reluctantly.

Me: I vote we let him wear the boots.

Me: Maybe we can bully him into finally throwing them away.

Charmander: You may have a point, Quinn.

Wilson: Only time will tell

The door clicks, and Josh sweeps back in.

“Ready, darling?”

I let out one final chuckle and stood up from the couch. I slipped my phone into the front pocket of my overall shorts before walking over to Josh.

“I am, my love,” I say, leaning forward and kissing the tip of his nose.

The way his cheeks heat up at the small gesture makes my stomach swoop.

He laces his fingers through mine and gestures toward the door.

“Your chariot awaits!”

I follow him out the door and down to the car, hopping into the passenger's seat.

__________________________________

We pull up to the main parking lot about 2 hours later, and my limbs scream at me.

“Thank God,” I practically shout in Josh’s face as he opens my door.

I hop out of the car and shake my legs out.

“I’m too old to remain in one position for so long.”

“Oh, is that so?” Josh gives me a wink.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“You know exactly what,” I roll my eyes but can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of me.

“Mmm, I don't think I do,” he grabs the straps of my overalls and pulls me in for a kiss.

I look around the parking lot, noting that we are somehow the first couple here.

Interesting considering Sam and Willa were the first to leave. I’ll file that away for later. Oh well, better make the most of it.

“Alright, let’s go claim a spot before the other tourists descend.”

We grab our cooler and bags and wander to the beach, claiming a spot closer to the treeline at the lake's edge.

I watch as Josh lays out our towels and sets up an umbrella.

“My baby won’t get a sunburn today,” he says, pulling a tube of sunscreen out of one of our bags, “now lay down and take your clothes off.”

I roll my eyes at his phrasing but unbuckle the straps of my overalls and slide them down, leaving me in my olive-green sports bra and swim shorts.

I set my clothes aside, lay on the towel in front of me, and close my eyes, feeling the sun soak into my skin.

Josh crawls overtop of me, straddling my hips and places a featherlight kiss between my shoulder blades.

“You’d think after all this time I'd be used to it, but your beauty is staggering.”

What did I do to deserve him?

He opens the sunscreen and squeezes a bit into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before massaging it into my shoulders.

A small moan escapes my lips as he hits a particularly tense spot.

“Jesus Christ”

I jump, hearing Sam’s voice to my left.

“They’re at it again, Bird!”

“Leave them alone, Sam,” Willa snarks, “they're in love.”

“Can’t they be in love like that in private?”

I feel Josh shift on top of me, and I lift my head, opening my eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of Sam being smacked in the chest by the bottle of sunscreen.

I huff a small laugh through my nose and pat Josh’s leg, signaling him to let me up.

“Sorry, Sam. We take sun safety very seriously,” I start, “but that’s beside the point. Would you care to tell us why you allegedly were the first to leave, but we somehow got here before you?”

I fix him with a wicked grin, and he quickly shuts up.

“That’s what I thought.”

“That’s enough of that,” Willa chimes in, grabbing my hand and pulling me away, “I'm stealing Quincy. You boys can finish setting up while we wait for the others to arrive.”

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A few hours later, after the rest of the group arrived, I find myself on the beach, surrounded by the three best women in my life.

Willa leans up from her towel to look at me.

“So, Quindolynn,” a cheeky grin overtakes her face, and I sigh, already knowing where this is going.

“Wanna share with the class how Josh has managed to bring out the side of you that doesn't care about PDA?”

“Yeah, if you wanna tell us how Sam has managed to break your obsession with punctuality.”

A chorus of “Oohs” sounds off from Charlotte and Melody, and I whip my head in their direction.

“Careful, there—” Willa and I say simultaneously, and we both dissolve into a fit of giggles as she motions for me to take the lead.

“I’m sure we could ask y'all something similar.”

“We absolutely could, Q,” Willa laughs, “for example, Charlotte… isn't it interesting how you took a day off work.”

“I take off work all the time,” Charlotte scoffs.

“Sure you do, Charmander,” I cut in, “but you left your phone in the car this time. No work emails.”

I can feel her eyes roll from behind her sunglasses, but she doesn't say a peep.

“And Melli,” I continue, “I’ve noticed you've not been fretting over anyone today.”

“OR trying to fight,” Willa adds.

Melody snorts a laugh.

“Well,” Melody starts, “I think we all have the same answer. Good dick!”

“Cheers to that,” Charlotte quietly responds.

“Is that how you convinced Jake to wear normal shoes, Hottie Lottie?” Willa asks through a laugh.

“Maybe, maybe not…” she responds, steepling her fingers under her chin.

The conversation lulls into a contented silence, and I turn my attention to Josh. He’s down near the water with Melody and Danny’s daughter, Iris.

I watch as she grabs his hand to get his attention.

She always has his attention when she's around. He loves that little girl. And I love how much he loves her.

Once she’s sure she has his attention, she signs something to him.

I can't quite make it out from up here, but I see Josh flash her a toothy grin before he scoops her up and runs into the lake with her.

My stomach swoops, watching as he picks her up and gently throws her into the water.

Iris’s wild giggles carry through the air as she swims the few feet back over and clings to Josh, asking him to do it again.

“QUINN!” Melody practically yells, grabbing my attention from Josh and Iris.

“Huh?”

“You were in your own little world over there,” she laughs, “been trying to get your attention for a minute.”

An embarrassed blush creeps up my neck and over my cheeks.

“Sorry, I was distracted.”

“No need to apologize. You just got your heart eyes on.”

“I suppose I do,” I laugh. “It's hard not to when I’m staring at the love of my life.”

“Mhmmmmmm, especially when they're playing with babies,” she winks at me.

She's honestly too good at reading me. I should work on that.

“HA, I hadn't even noticed.”

Melody cocks a skeptical brow at me.

“If we’re telling lies today, I still believe in the Easter Bunny. Look, babe, it's easy to get lost in your man when he’s acting like a daddy. Nothing wrong with it at all.”

I roll my eyes and scrub one hand down my face.

It’s useless to deny it.

“It’s unnecessarily hot, seeing him play with babies.”

“Amen,” Charlotte pipes up, lowering the book she’s been reading, “I've had to distract myself every time Jake picks her up.”

Willa hums in agreement.

I abruptly stand up from my towel and wipe my hands on my shorts.

“I’m gonna go hang out with them.”

“Just make sure you hand Iris off to Daniel before you start your weird PDA,” Melody laughs, “she's innocent!”

I turn and flip her off before walking down the beach.

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Josh is standing about waist-deep in the water, holding Iris and pretending to drop her as she squirms in his arms.

Iris sees me approaching before Josh does, her face breaking out in a massive grin. She unclasps her little arms from behind Josh’s neck and flings them around wildly in a double wave.

I have to stifle a laugh as Josh fights to keep hold of the slippery child.

‘Play?’ Iris signs to me.

‘Of course!’

A wild giggle peels from her mouth before Josh finally turns around.

He visibly relaxes when our eyes meet.

I begin to walk into the lake, making grabby hands at Iris.

Josh meets me halfway and hands her over.

“I missed you, Bug,” he tucks an errant curl behind my ear before moving his hand down to pat Iris’ back.

“We’ve hardly been apart.”

“Doesn't matter, I still missed you.”

And that's fair; I miss him whether we’re apart for minutes or days.

“I missed you too, my love,” I admit, softly kissing his cheek.

He drops a hand on my lower back and gently ushers me in the direction of the towels that he had set aside for himself and Iris.

I gently drop Iris to the sand and watch her toddle to Josh.

‘Dry me?’

‘Of course, princess.’

He bends over and opens a towel for Iris, wrapping her in it and kissing her forehead.

Those pesky thoughts from this morning return, and I imagine Josh doing the same to our kid one day.

Ow. My heart.

Still wrapped in her little towel, Iris picks up a small plastic bucket and waves it at me.

‘Sandcastles?’ I ask, putting two and two together.

Iris furiously nods and runs over to a free spot of sand.

I grab Josh’s hand, following behind her.

It’s not long before Iris has us in a little sandcastle assembly line.

She fills the buckets, Josh packs the sand and carefully places it where Iris tells him, and I use my fingers to add designs to the sand buildings.

She decided we were building a little compound for our ragtag family.

She points at each building, telling me who it belongs to so I can make personalized designs.

An elaborate bird for Willa and Sam, a skull and crossbones for Jake and Charlotte, Beautiful flowers for Danny and Melody, and stars for Me and Josh.

Iris requested a more elaborate Castle in the middle of the compound to live in.

‘You want to live alone?’

‘No, but sometimes adults need alone time.’

Josh guffawed at her response.

“She’s so little and so wise.”

I nod at him before I go back to adding designs to her castle.

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“Food’s ready!” Jake yells from across the way.

I notice Melody and Danny walking in our direction to collect the child.

My eyes shift over to Josh, and I decide to mess with him a little bit.

“Come on, Daddy,” I say lowly, watching him swallow at the word, “let's get Iris to her real parents.”

I hand Iris over to Danny, waiting for him to walk off. I glance over to Josh, taking in the bewildered look on his face.

I love making his brain short-circuit.

“Um—” he starts, “D-daddy? You hardly ever call me that.”

“Well, I've never wanted to make you one as badly as I do now.”

“M-ake me one?”

“Yes, Josh.”

He turns around, eyes darting around the group.

“Right now?” He grabs my hand.

“Why don't we start when we get home?” I laugh.

“But we could practice now; make sure we know what we’re doing!” he begins dragging me toward the parking lot.

“Are we really about to go fuck in your car like teenagers? You can't wait till we leave?” I jokingly chided him.

“Yes and no,” he drags me a little bit quicker, “I have needed you all day. And I refuse to wait any longer.”

“But—”

He turns around and catches me off guard with a kiss that leaves me wanting more, and I know that I’m going to let him get his way.

I always do…

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abarbaricyalp · 2 months

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Hi! For the kinky/spicy prompts I'm gonna give a few options because that whole list is wonderful: SamBucky #34 or #57 (Thunderbolts era) or #59, pretty please!!!

Thank you so much for your patience with this prompt from literal weeks ago! When I say I started all of these... You have no idea how many drafts were born from this. Congrats to the winner, but I'm almost positive I will finish the other two major ones as well. I hope you enjoy this one!

#34 In the Kitchen // AO3 Link

Where Love and Feeling Good Don't Ever Cost A Thing

Sam had to take a second to wonder if he had actually sustained a concussion on the last mission and was hearing things now. It’d be a delayed response for sure. He’d been home for three days now and there’d been no other symptoms. Still, he was sure that the boys could not have possibly cried out what he thought they did as they untangled from the water-balloon filler and went racing across the backyard to the side gate. Because what they had shouted was:

“Uncle Bucky!”

Sam flipped a burger poorly in an attempt to look up faster than his muscles would actually allow. It sizzled in irritation and malformed into some kind of lopsided beef monstrosity, but he didn’t care. Because Bucky was coming through the gate with presents that he set aside as he squatted down and held his arms wide to catch two bear hugs at once, grinning wider than the whole state and laughing when he got taken off his feet.

For a second, Sam wondered again if this was a hallucination. Bucky was dressed like he had been for the very first cookout–dark glasses, dark pants, dark jacket. But, no. His hair was longer and AJ had already taken his glasses, so Sam could see the fading bruise that bracketed his left eye. And he’d foregone his stupid ice cream cake this time.

It had been months since they’d talked. An explosive argument about the Thunderbolts, the simmering, angry acknowledgement from them both that there were secrets they weren’t sharing, the clandestine order of operations they were working under, all added up to months of silence and a building resentment that Sam thought he’d carry with him for the rest of his life.

But now Bucky was back, holding both Wilson boys in each arm like they were still small, and Sam couldn’t find any of that resentment at all. In fact, he couldn’t find any of those hard feelings at all.

One of Sarah’s friends had come around behind Bucky to gather the gifts he no longer had hands to carry and Sam saw him turn to talk to her. Then he was looking right at Sam, easy grin falling into something so desperately soft that Sam had to look away.

Someone fussed at him in one of the more Spanish based Creole dialects, and Sam jumped a little, hastily removing burgers from the grill. He didn’t speak any of the Creole languages, most people didn’t, but they all knew the bad words and there were a couple in there.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized and passed off the slightly charred–but that’s what made them good–plate of burgers. Not the Blob Burger. That one, he tried to press down into shape again. It didn’t really work.

When he looked up again, Bucky was right beside him. There was about a half second between Sam recognizing his face and Bucky putting his hand on Sam’s waist to get his attention.

“Hey,” Bucky said, all soft and low. He’d lost his hangers-on and it was just them by the grill. Sam was actually surprised by that. The neutral, no-go zone for the water balloons was by the food. He figured more people would be around.

Sam pushed Bucky’s hand from his waist. “You should go talk to the boys. It’s their party,” he said tightly.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky breathed. Sam could hear the reluctance, sorrow, pain in his voice. His hand raised again but fell without Sam having to bat at it. “You’re seriously not even gonna look at me?” he asked. He tried to do that head tilt thing he did where he tried to put himself in Sam’s line of sight, but the grill was in the way.

“Why are you here?” Sam asked.

“You called. I came,” he said.

“I’ve been calling,” Sam snapped. “Why did you pick up this time and not before?” His eyes cut up to Bucky, which was a mistake because then he just crumbled away all over again.

“You know what the parameters of my deployment were,” Bucky said. “I didn’t get a chance to do anything until this time. I wanted to be here for their party. Cass is a teenager!”

Everyone had been playing up this party more than was necessary. Mostly to keep the boys from getting at each other’s throats about having to share a party. Partially because everyone was always looking for a reason to throw together a cookout or a potluck or a barbeque or a boil. Sam had texted Bucky about it without even really thinking. It had felt like back before the Flagsmashers, before Bucky and he had bought a house together, for those few weeks when they were still apart but sharing everything. The boys are having a birthday party. You should come.

He hadn’t even thought Bucky had his real phone.

Before Sam could wrangle any of those thoughts into a coherent sentence, Cass was next to them, yanking on Bucky’s arm and excitedly explaining the rules of the newest water slide game. Bucky shot Sam one more look, dug his heels into the soaking wet grass for just a second. But Sam just lifted his eyebrows and pointedly looked at the slip ‘n slide.

Bucky did a pretty good job not letting his sigh show as he let Cass pull him away. He was already shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it aside as he ask for a reiteration of the rules.

“I’m not gonna tell you not to be mad,” Sarah said from behind Sam, which really made him jump because there was not that much room between him and the house.

“Why would you do that while I’m working with an open flame?” he asked. He gestured to the grill with the spatula in his hand.

Sarah looked skeptical. “It is hardly an open flame.”

Sam grumbled and turned back around to arrange the next batch of hotdogs on the grill. “You’re really gonna defend him?” he asked.

“I literally just said the opposite. Go clean out your ears and wash off your attitude while you’re at it,” Sarah shot back. She leaned against the folding table next to him. It’s where the done food was supposed to go, but people kept coming up and taking trays of burgers and dogs directly from him before he could even set them down. “God knows Cash and I had more than a few stupid fights.”

“You’re taking his side,” Sam surmised. “You think I’m being stupid.”

“I didn’t say that. Takes two to have a stupid fight.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Sam argued back. Just to be irritating.

“You’re right. When you would get mad at me for ‘not being in your room’ when I stood in your doorway, you had sole rights to the stupid half of the fight.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” Sam accused. “You were so annoying when you did that and you knew it! I reacted like any normal person would.”

Sarah didn’t try to hide her grin, except to look away from him. Sam assumed she’d found Bucky in the crowd again, based on the way her eyes tracked around the play area. “You should at least talk to him. Stupid fight, justified fight, hurt feelings, whatever. He came back for you.”

“You’re so on his side,” Sam groused.

“Telling you to talk to your partner is not choosing sides. It’s just being intelligent. I know I got the looks and the brains in this family, but you must’ve absorbed at least a few stray brain cells.”

Sam glared at her and then glared harder when she gestured for him to roll the hotdogs over. He did it, but not because she was right.

“He’s home, Sam. Talk to him, if nothing else.”

Home. Sam would’ve scoffed at the idea, but watching Bucky show AJ how best to throw a water balloon from behind a tree only proved the point harder. And the way his eyes kept finding Sam any time he had two seconds to himself wasn’t helping matters any.

For the rest of the party, they didn’t get to see each other one-on-one. Sam had caught Bucky trying a few times, but for as often as Bucky got pulled aside to play a new game, Sam was getting pulled aside to settle neighborhood gossip or play a different game that was much better than the game everyone else was playing. Kids were weird.

It wasn’t until everyone had made their way out of Sam’s backyard and all of the blowaway trash had been gathered and the boys had made them promise they were coming to Sarah’s for the campout and s’mores and catching fireflies that Sam and Bucky finally were alone. True, it was Bucky’s house too, but Sam didn’t like how he just let himself inside. True, also, that Bucky had been in and out all afternoon anyway. But this was just them now and there was no real reason for Bucky to let himself inside before Sam. Except that he lived there.

Sam watched him veer directly into the kitchen and begin to wash all the dishes that had piled up throughout the afternoon. The draintray was already full and there were more spread out across kitchen towels on the counter. How had they made this much mess?

Without a word, Sam freed a towel and began to dry and put away the dishes. He wasn’t helping Bucky. He was saving his kitchen. In fact, he gave Bucky as much of a cold, silent shoulder as he could while they pantomimed domestic bliss.

The sun was setting as slow as a dog on a hot day. It bathed the kitchen in stark oranges, exactly the way they’d known it would the first time they saw the patio style doors to the backyard. Sam leaned against the counter around plate number 56 and just let himself bask in the warmth of the sunset.

Then there was an even warmer hand on his jaw and neck and a mouth on his. Bucky had never been able to resist Sam when he was pretty. “I’ve missed you,” he breathed as he shifted to kiss Sam’s cheekbone instead.

Sam indulged him for another two kisses–they were in quick succession, it didn’t count–and then pushed him back. Bucky hit the counter with the sink because they weren’t as far away as Sam had thought.

“You don’t get to come here and act like everything’s normal,” he said. “It’s not normal. You were gone.”

“It wasn’t like it was my decision,” Bucky answered. They were going to have this argument verbatim again and get nowhere.

“You chose to go.”

“There was no choice, Sam. This wasn’t a moral stance I could just take.” Bucky’s voice was hard as steel and twice as sharp. “You still have no idea what you’re talking about. Which is insane since you keep buddying up with the guy who engineered half of it.”

“Who the hell do you think I’m buddying up to?” Sam demanded.

“You think I haven’t noticed that you’ve been tailing Ross like a shadow? I had internet access.”

“You could’ve fooled me, since you never answered your damn phone.” Sam threw the towel down on the counter, which was less dramatic than he wanted it to be. “And I’m not buddying up to Ross, you asshole. He’s trying to put a leash around the shield and I’m trying to stop him.”

“Oh, you can tell when someone has a leash on you, but not when it's on me?”

Sam did walk into that one. He narrowed his eyes on Bucky. The man looked tired. He’d hidden it well at the party, but now the shadows beneath his eyes and the tint in his skin was so obvious to Sam, even with the sunset glow. It had been a long time since he’d seen Bucky look like that. It’s not like he’d been on a vacation for these last weeks.

“You think I wouldn’t have been here if I’d had any choice, Sam?” Bucky insisted.

“I think you have a self-flagellation issue that leads to you taking punishment you don’t deserve,” Sam corrected. “I think you invite pain and loss in whatever form it visits without fighting it. And I think you're not used enough to other people in your life who get caught in the explosion.”

Bucky’s jaw worked harshly as he stared at Sam. He had this habit of closing his expression off, face going as blank as a slate rock. But it had been a long time since he’d deployed it on Sam. Even now, it was absent as he steamed.

“I’m loved for the first time in eighty years. You think I’d just walk away from that?” he asked finally, voice flat and hard.

Sam stopped. His whole body felt bow-string taut. A video paused in mid-motion. He knew Bucky was loved here, but he hadn’t considered that Bucky understood the depth of his belonging. He’d meant it when he said Bucky had an innate need to be held accountable over and over and over again for his past. It coupled well with the idea that he thought he was a burden here, on the Wilsons. But Sam didn’t actually know that Bucky felt like a burden. And if he didn’t, if he wasn’t excising himself because of some misplaced idea of making things easier for them, then what the hell had all of this been about?

“Then why did you go?” Sam asked. His voice had gotten quieter, but no less harsh.

“I can’t tell you that. Why won’t you trust me on this?”

Sam had spent months thinking it was Bucky who hadn’t trusted him. Hadn’t wanted to talk to Sam about his thought processes. Hadn’t even tried to listen to Sam’s arguments, his pleas, for Bucky to stay. He’d asked Bucky the exact same question before.

“Why can’t you tell me? We don’t keep things from each other.” It was only a half truth and the way that Bucky’s eyes flashes towards him told Sam Bucky knew it too. There were plenty they both did that they didn’t tell the other about. But not things like this. Things that separated them.

“Because it involves leverage you don’t need to know about,” Bucky answered. “I just need you to trust me. You’ve trusted me for more with less. Why are you fighting this?”

“Because nothing else ever took you from me!”

They stood facing each other, both breathing hard though they hadn’t gotten very loud or very fast in their argument. There wasn’t much room on this half of the kitchen and the mess of drying dishes and dishes waiting to be washed made it feel even smaller. The sun stretched between them, painting everything nostalgia-orange.

“I’m coming back,” Bucky said evenly. He sounded fucking exhausted and Sam hated it. “I’m keeping an eye on you, on home. Nothing is going to stop me from coming back.”

“You don’t know that. Anything could happen and I wouldn’t be there.”

“Nothing is going to happen,” Bucky insisted. “I wouldn’t let it. I’m hard to kill when I don’t care what happens to me. Having a family again makes me a lot more dedicated to staying alive.”

Sam thought Bucky stepped forward to kiss him, but when he put his hands on Bucky’s waist, the countertop was still behind him and Sam had stepped into the sunbeam.

Bucky’s hands came up to either side of Sam’s face and he smoothed out the desperate, choppy kiss. God, Bucky was a good kisser. Sam kind of hated it sometimes. Hated that he craved these moments. Hated that he couldn’t argue while Bucky’s tongue was in his mouth.

“Promise me you’re coming back,” Sam breathed into his mouth as one hand clutched at Bucky’s shirt over his chest and Bucky leaned into him, using all two extra inches to his full advantage.

“I’m right here,” Bucky insisted. Then, when Sam pinched him, he added, “I’m coming back.”

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gyokujyn · 5 months

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A Softer World Remix Masterpost

For the Captain America: The Winter Soldier 10th Anniversary Event, I may have gone a little overboard remixing A Softer World comics in the style of @asofteravenger. Here is a comprehensive list of every remix I posted, including the rejects which did not make the cut for the original event.

CATWS 10th Anniversary Event Remixes by Day

Key 💜: Personal Favourites ⭐ : Fan Favourites

🔴 March 26th: On Your Left ◽close enough for government work [prompt: PTSD; char: bucky] ◽is this progress? [prompt: first meetings; char: steve, nat, sam] ◽when home is a person SkyMiles won't get you there [prompt: the smithsonian; char: steve, bucky] 💜who the hell is bucky? [prompt: the smithsonian; char: steve, bucky]

🔴 March 27th: Steve Rogers ◽for a treat [prompt: guilt; char: steve, howling commandos] 💜guilt will quench a fire as surely as the thawing winter [prompt: guilt; char: steve, strike team] 💜haha that's a totally normal answer to the question [prompt: fave steve quote; char: sam, steve] ◽it's what they call a catch-22 [prompt: elevator; char: steve, brock, strike team] ◽put it on the list [prompt: Steve's List; char: steve] ◽what could go wrong? [prompt: camp lehigh; char: zola]

🔴 March 28th: SHIELD ◽either way I'll be leaving you bleeding [prompt: weapons; bucky, steve] ◽i'm so sorry [prompt: compromised; char: steve, nick] ◽it is cold. [prompt: fave scene; char: bucky] 💜probably the windows too [prompt: neighbor; char: steve, sharon]

🔴 March 29th: Natasha Romanoff ◽are you? [prompt: fave nat quote; nat, pierce] 💜as soon as he's dead i can be on my way [prompt: natasha romanoff; char: nat, bucky] ◽get loved loser [prompt: disguise; char: nat, steve] ◽now i want cinnabon [prompt: mall; char: steve, strike] ◽who needs good choices anyway? [prompt: redemption; char: nat, steve]

🔴 March 30th: TWS Cast ◽and they were first mates [prompt: tws cast; char: tws cast] ◽do you think we could catch lightning in a bottle twice? [prompt: press conference; char: tws cast] ◽shh he eepy [prompt: stunts; char: tws cast] 💜try a knife flip! [prompt: stunts; char: sebastian stan]

🔴 March 31st: Sam Wilson 💜c'mon sam it was one time [prompt: wings; char: sam, bucky] ◽extra virgin [prompt: fave sam quote; char: sam, rumlow] ◽have you ever known what it's like to feel the exhilaration of really flying [prompt: sam wilson; char: sam] ◽oops sorry maria [prompt: sam wilson; char: sam, maria] ⭐the graveyard of our memories [prompt: Dept of VA; char: sam]; all our mausoleums have eyes [prompt: none (bonus); char: bucky, steve]

🔴 April 1st: HYDRA ◽and in such creative ways [prompt: fave fight; char: bucky] ◽beatings shall continue until morale improves [prompt: project insight; char: none] ◽besides what grave could hold you? [prompt: strike; char: rumlow, steve] ◽how many gunshot wounds is an orgasm? [prompt: fave fight; char: bucky, steve] ◽oh it's supposed to be enemies TO lovers [prompt: fave fight; char: bucky, steve] 💜scream for daddy [prompt: hydra; char: pierce, bucky] ◽tony only watches vanilla het porn pass it on [prompt: project insight; char: tony] 💜what kind of monster leaves the milk out on the counter? [prompt: hydra; char: pierce] ◽you don't have to be the fastest runner you just have to be faster than Project Insight [prompt: fave fight; char: rumlow, sam]

🔴 April 2nd: Bucky Barnes ◽a ghost story [prompt: ghost story; char: bucky, steve] ◽and then you remember [prompt: memories; bucky] ◽baby did you forget to take your meds? [prompt: memories; char: steve, bucky] 💜but spare the rod and spoil the child [prompt: bank; char: bucky, pierce, rumlow] ◽i kicked off bucky's world revenge tour 2k14 and all i got was half-drowned in the potomac [prompt: revenge; char: bucky, steve] ⭐i've always been an overachiever [prompt: revenge; char: steve, bucky] 💜past tense [prompt: "but i knew him"; char: steve, bucky] ◽rlb [prompt: revenge; char: bucky, steve] ◽the unpaid internship of a lifetime [prompt: bucky barnes; char: bucky, zola] ◽what gives a ghost nightmares [prompt: bucky barnes; char: bucky, steve] ◽ya gotov otvechat [prompt: bank; char: bucky]

🔴 April 3rd: Cap Quartet 💜advanced car surfing for dummies [prompt: cap quartet; char: nat, steve, sam, bucky] 💜alexa play jolene [prompt: cap quartet; char: nat, steve, sam, bucky] ◽gotta catch 'em all [prompt: cap quartet; char: bucky, nat, sam, steve] ◽hi i'm captain america [prompt: bedside vigil; char: sam, steve] ◽or a blond carnie with hearing aids and really good aim [prompt: cap quartet; char: steve, nat, sam, bucky] ◽peer pressure [prompt: fave duo; char: nat, steve] ◽some people get both [prompt: found family; char: nat, sam, steve]

🔴 April 4th: To the End of the Line ⭐but you can't seem to convince them of that [prompt: devotion; char: steve, bucky] ◽cause i'm with you til the end of the line pal [prompt: to the end of the line; char: steve, bucky] 💜i stopped remembering the exact weight of your hand and now i only know it with a knife [prompt: 1940s; char: steve, bucky] ⭐or die trying [prompt: reunion; char: bucky, steve] ◽sorry officer we'll remember to use the gag next time [prompt: helicarrier; char: steve, bucky] ◽that'll teach me [prompt: identity porn; char: steve, bucky] ◽the good news it can't be illegal if there's no word for it [prompt: fave stucky scene; char: bucky, steve] ◽the safe word is jersey [prompt: devotion; char: bucky, steve] 💜this is not what getting railed means [prompt: helicarrier; char: bucky] 💜walt disney did not prepare me for this body count [prompt: identity porn; char: steve] ◽we've had too many next times already [prompt: schoolyard to battlefield; char: bucky, steve] ◽yes even that [prompt: helicarrier; char: steve] ◽you either die young or live long enough to become the cautionary tale [prompt: devotion; char: bucky, steve]

CATWS 10th Anniversary | REJECTS!

Key 💜: Personal Favourites ⭐ : Fan Favourites

Run | Series MasterPost featuring: ◽alexa play run this town by jay-z rihanna and kanye west [char: nick] 💜alexa play run by daughter [char: nat] ◽alexa play run (beautiful things)(highsociety remix) by awolnation [char: bucky] ◽alexa play run boy run by woodkid [char: steve] ◽alexa play run by onerepublic [char: sam]

Barbershop Quartet (feat. any two+ except Stucky) | REJECTS! ◽hands off the boots [prompt: natasha romanoff] 💜he's a smooth operator [prompt: none] 💜she's gonna bite someone [prompt: disguise] ◽untitled (working title: all of it goes) [prompt: cap quartet] ◽untitled (working title: do i gotta make more romanorogers?) [prompt: none]

Bucky | REJECTS! ◽and a whole lot of UST [prompt: helicarrier] ◽untitled (working title: are u new) [prompt: bucky barnes] ◽untitled (working title: head injury) [prompt: bucky barnes]

HYDRA (Pierce, Rumlow, Zola, et al. feat. others) | REJECTS! ◽and your very own unicorn [prompt: hydra] ⭐but i knew him [prompt: "but i knew him"] ◽gotta look out for your assigned alphabet soup guy [prompt: project insight] ◽i thought this was america [prompt: none] 💜like parking in a driveway [prompt: elevator] ◽the road to hell is paved with kicking your ass [prompt: none]

Nick (feat. the Barbershop Quartet) | REJECTS! ◽untitled (working title: and AARP!) [prompt: project insight]

Steve | REJECTS! ◽and almost dead is still slightly alive [prompt: steve rogers] 💜glory [prompt: steve rogers, character bleed] ◽it is a disney property [prompt: steve rogers] ◽knock knock mf (working title: this one might send me to hell) [prompt: memories] ◽untitled (working title: elevator) [prompt: elevator] ◽untitled (working title: good work ethic) [prompt: guilt] ⭐untitled (working title: trade off) [prompt: none]

Stucky | REJECTS! 💜alexa play who wants to live forever [prompt: to the end of the line] ◽all our mausoleums have eyes (alt panel) [prompt: none (bonus panel)] ⭐body language [prompt: reunion] ⭐he's a little confused but he's got the spirit [prompt: none] 💜how it makes you a weapon [prompt: none, memories] ⭐just your hand on my body again [prompt: devotion] ◽we call this a midwest goodbye [prompt: fave fight, helicarrier] ◽untitled (working title: terrorist) [prompt: fave fight]

#marvel mcu #catws10 #a softer world #a softer avenger #remix #catws10 rejects #jyn makes stuff

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💌Super-powered Valentine (2)💌

Part 1, Part 2

🦾Bucky Barnes🦾

When it comes to Mr. James Buchanan Barnes, when you established your relationship all depends on when you met him.

If your first meeting was during the Second World War, get ready for the amount of FLIRTING this man will do.

He’d look at you with those beautiful eyes of his as he’d flash his signature smile, charm coming off him in waves that would make any gal swoon. However, you may not be so easily bought with sugary words and those puppy dog eyes of his.

If you haven’t fell victim to his charms within the first five minutes of talking to him, he knows he’s gotta work for your attention. He’d start dropping all the girls he’s been talking to just so you can have his undivided attention, which you can’t complain about.

This man isn’t afraid to tell you how attractive he finds you, always complimenting you and telling you how good you look in a certain shirt/dress, committing it to memory religiously.

A very handsy man, while praise may be one of his love languages, physical touch is another. Always having a hand around your waist while he talks to Steve, bringing you closer and closer until you’re glued to his side.

Always kissing your hands and knuckles, looking you in the eyes as he kisses your knuckles one by one before leaving a final kiss on the curve of your palm.

Also always calling you some sort of pet name. Baby, angel, doll face, sweetheart, those are the most common ones for him. To you, hearing him call you “Baby” in a low, raspy tone just sends shivers down your spine.

If you met him years later, after his recovery, it may be a bit hard due to the walls he’s put up over the years.

Bucky definitely wants to be “more out there” as Sam says, but he feels rusty and out of the game after being anti-social for so long. So when you came into his life, it was almost as if the wind was knocked out of him.

The moment you are in a relationship with him, you have Bucky wrapped around your finger. He’d do anything for you if it meant showing how much he appreciates your patience and kindness as he heals, as he never had someone like you stick by his side until Sam came along.

Terrified of holding you, it takes a lot of convincing before he can just finally melt into your embrace, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he holds you close.

As Valentine’s rolls around, he’s a bit nervous. Similar to Steve, today’s dating culture makes his mind run crazy. Fortunate enough for him, he has a great friend like Sam to help him out.

He’d encourage him to get out of his comfort zone, make the best of his new found relationship and life by celebrating with the love of his life. I think much like Steve he would take you to a dance hall, but it would just take him a lot of courage to build up and be more bold through his fears.

He’d make sure to pick you up first, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand as he walked you to his car, opening the door first for you to enter before he got in himself.

He’d ask you to dance, fumbling and stepping on your toes from how rusty he is, becoming embarrassed before beginning to get into the groove of things. Next thing you know, it’s as if a professional dancer was hiding within him this whole time.

With your bodies close together, you two would have the biggest smiles on your faces. Laughing the night away as he spun and lifted you into the air, finishing the dance by dipping you as you both shared a kiss as he stared at you with the most love anyone as shown you.

Bucky just wants to feel loved rather than be feared, and you make him feel as if he is worthy of your love rather than feeling as if he needed to be punished. He will always cherish your patience and kindness towards him, and will be sure to show you his appreciation as long as you are willing to stay with him.

🦅Sam Wilson🦅

From the very start, Sam Wilson is very flirty with you, but in the most respectful and endearing way as possible.

That charming smile as he leans in more into your conversation, drinking in every one of your words just makes your knees buckle as he listens intently to what you have to say.

Absolutely loves to make you laugh, whether it be to bring up the most goofiest of topics to bicker and debate about or just singing and getting his groove on with his favorite songs on a mission, Sam is the definition of a sun chasing away a cloudy and dreary day.

If he finds that you hang out with Bucky more than him lately, he gets a tiny bit jealous, just in a way that makes him tease you about you liking the super soldier more than him.

“When did I suddenly take Bucky’s place as the third wheel in this relationship?”

Definitely the kind of boyfriend that spoils you with food. His love language is just finding ways to take care of you, and creating comfort foods that you love after a hard day’s work just to see you smile with a full belly just melts his heart.

I feel like when music comes on in your home, whether you are cooking or cleaning, if it’s a song he absolutely loves he HAS to drop anything he is doing and just dance with you. Clapping and stepping to the beat with a big smile on his face as you join him, singing along quite loudly and comedically as you have full belly laughs while leaning into him as you sway to the music. Sam loves just being able to hold you, and when it comes to music he knows he has an excuse just to be close.

Sam is just as affectionate as some of the other guys, leaving you forehead kisses as well as cheek kisses when he greets you or says his goodbyes, or just pulling you in and kissing you in a way that pours all his love into that single kiss just to let you know how much you mean to him.

Sam is very big on nicknames, calling you sweet things such as sugar, baby, sweetheart, honey, and babycakes, while also complimenting you and making sure you know just how much he adores you. Also LOVES showing you off. Can you really blame him though?

Talks highly about you to his sister whenever he visits. He can never shut up about you, making his nephews tease him about his “crush” and his sister knowing you better than anyone despite you both not being introduced yet. However, she is just excited to meet the person who is able to make her brother’s day a little more brighter.

When Valentine’s Day rolls around, this man goes all out for you. Flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, anything you’ve been eyeing for the last couple of months, he’s gonna make sure you get it.

“What my baby wants, my baby gets.”

Making sure to get dressed in his best suit before taking you out to a nice dinner that he knows the both of you would enjoy. He’s a simple man, he doesn’t need very grand gestures to show you how much he appreciates you.

He likes to make sure you feel pampered that day, and if you do the same for him? Heart melted.

There would be moments where Bucky wished he could glue his mouth shut, because the moment you gift Sam something on valentine or do some act of love for him, he will not shut up about you.

Overall, Sam loves that he can have a good time with you. Not only that, if you match his energy, he’d sure to love you even more as he is able to goof off with his best friend and the love of his life.

🐍Loki Laufeyson🐍

At heart, Loki is a very naturally romantic person. Knowing all the right words to slither his way into your heart and call you his.

His words are almost like poetry, pulling you in and keeping you in a trance as he describes your beauty as god-like, putting even the most beautiful of flowers to shame.

We all know that Loki has a way with words, making you feel as if you are some ethereal being that is simply too divine to be amongst “normal” humans. However, anyone can suede others with just fancy words.

What makes it genuine to you, however, is the way he looks at you as he says it. When he tells you these sweet words, he has this almost tender-like look on his features.

His eyes softening, his gaze becoming full of adoration and love as he stares at you, gently grazing his hand along side your cheek as he admires you.

“Before I met you, I felt that I couldn’t love anyone. That nobody would be able to fill the void in my heart. But all that changed when I met you. You broke my barriers, you opened me up, you touched my soul, you made me whole, you made me come alive. Now I realize that I am hopelessly in love with you.”

When it comes to physical affection, he prefers not to be so public with it. He believes that the side that shows you his love and admiration towards you is reserved for your eyes only.

He’d hold your face in his Icy hands, fingers brushing over the apples of your cheeks as he kissed you. His kisses somehow gentle but strong enough to feel all his emotions through that one kiss.

Cheek kisses, neck kisses, trailing kisses that start at your hand before traveling up your arm, he wants to make sure that you feel all of him loving you as much as you love him.

Loki’s pet names would include simpler but still meaningful names such as “love, dove, my heart, and darling.”, relying more on his acts and words of affection than just the nicknames.

When Valentine’s Day comes around, he is also a little confused much like his older brother. However, he seems to catch on a lot quicker than Thor and adapts to Valentine’s Day on Earth.

Gifts would be more extravagant in tastes, gifting you jewelry, clothing from Asgard, items that would make you feel like literal royalty. However, some of us prefer more simpler gifts, which could result in whatever hobby you are currently interested in or acts of service such as a massage or just a relaxing bath together.

As for dates, I think Loki would prefer having alone time with you rather than going to a restaurant or staying home. Instead, I think he would prefer taking you to Asgard, taking you to a beautiful yet secluded part of the forests in order for you to enjoy a picnic together.

A forest of over grown plants, flowers, and trees so tall you couldn’t even see the top of them, tying it all in with the crystal clear stream that runs through the forest as you enjoy each other’s company.

Loki has never felt so strongly about anyone before you came into his life, knocking the wind out of him as he suddenly realized his feelings for someone that is not from his own home. Regardless, he will love and cherish you forever, dedicating himself to keeping you in his life forever as he continues to make you feel like the most special person in the world.

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Hello everyone!

Thank you so much for the attention you’ve given me on the previous Valentine’s Day post! I really appreciated it and didn’t think so many of you would like it.

This one did come out a little short as I wrote four characters last time, unfortunately I accidentally deleted this and had to start from scratch 😭

Anyways, feel free to comment who you want next if you all want a part three. Valentine’s Day is almost upon us! ❤️