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pleasecallmecaptain · 7 years ago

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Clicker

Character: AU!Student Steve x Reader

Word Count: 941

A/N: Hello, my lovelies! I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long, but I’ve just been stuck in a rut with inspiration and writer’s block. I’m slowly trying to work my way back into writing, so here’s a quick drabble I’ve been working on. I’m a bit rusty, but thank you for reading! ♡

You groaned as you dragged your feet slowly up the steps of the giant lecture hall. 8AM math classes should be illegal. Who can focus on numbers so early in the morning? You shifted your backpack strap to avoid it from slipping down and turned into your usual aisle, plopping down onto the seat with your housemate, Wanda, taking the seat to your left. You threw your head back against the back of the chair and shut your eyes, hoping to gain a few more minutes of sleep.

“Why did we take this class again?” You mumbled quietly, but loud enough for Wanda to hear.

“Because we need this class to graduate.” Wanda responded with a sigh.

The lecture hall began filling up as the beginning of class inched closer when you heard somebody shuffle in and take the empty seat next to you. Wanda nudged you with her elbow when the professor walked in, shaking you out of your power nap. A yawn escaped and you quickly covered you mouth when you saw the guy next to you glance over. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat and retrieved a notebook, pencil, and clicker from your backpack.

You hated the clicker. As bad as it sounds, it’s the only reason you attend this class at this ungodly hour. A clicker is a device that most professors like to use as a means to not only track the understanding of class material, but also as a way to track attendance since there was no way a professor could do role call for a class of 150 students. The professor will put up a question with multiple choice answers, usually A-E, and you would answer by pressing the corresponding letter on the clicker. It’s almost like a game show of sorts and it required you to be there in person in order to participate. So if it weren’t for this devil device, you could enjoy a couple more hours of sleep and just self study since all the slides were posted online anyways.

The professor pulled up the PowerPoint presentation and began his lecture. Your eyes continued to shift from the screen to your notebook, your hand moving furiously to keep up with the professor. You heaved a heavy sigh as you wished, for the hundredth time, that you could take notes on a laptop, but you knew deep down that math notes were meant to be handwritten. Your note-taking began to slow and your heavy eyelids began to close. Your head dropped to your chest, eyes unable to open. Wanda laughed quietly under her breath, but didn’t bother trying to wake you.

Suddenly, loud chatter and stomping footsteps woke you from your slumber and you saw students all around you walking out the classroom doors. Stifling a yawn, you glanced over at Wanda to see her packing her bag. A wave of panic washed over you and you gasped.

“The clicker!” You bit your lower lip and looked at Wanda with pleading eyes. “Please tell me you helped me answer the questions.”

“Nope.” She stated simply. You swore you saw a corner of her lips turn upward just ever so slightly.

“What do you mean ‘nope’? You were sitting right there!”

Frustration clouded your face and you huffed, turning away from Wanda.

“Calm down. Lover boy took care of it for you.” She smirked and jutted her chin towards the boy on your right.

Your head snapped towards him. He ignored your stare and quietly shoved his pen into his pencil case.

“Um.” You coughed to get his attention. “I heard you answered the clicker questions for me?”

He gave a single nod. He then swiveled in his seat to look at you and immediately, you lost yourself in his beautiful blue eyes.

“May I ask why?” You had to know why he helped you. After all, you didn’t know him and he didn’t know you.

“So you would still get credit,” he answered matter-of-factly, a light pink dusting his cheeks.

A bright smile spread across your face and you felt your heart skip a beat. Just a tiny one. You stood up and swung your backpack over your shoulders, ready to leave this dreary room.

“Thank you so much, uh…” You paused when you realized you didn’t know his name.

“Steve. The name’s Steve.”

He rubbed the back of his neck before slowly rising from his seat. He slipped the messenger bag over his shoulder and looked at you expectantly.

“Y/N.” You introduced yourself and hurriedly thanked him once more when you saw Wanda waiting for you by the double doors on the left. “See you next class!”

He uttered a soft “bye” before walking towards the other side door of the lecture hall. Halfway to Wanda, you suddenly stopped and turned on your heels. You held up your index finger at Wanda, asking her to give you one more moment. She only rolled her eyes and waved you away with a casual hand.

You practically chased the blond man across the large lecture hall.

“Steve, wait!”

Steve halted his footsteps and whirled around at the sound of his name being called out. Leaning against the wall, he waited for you to make your way over. When you finally caught up to him, he raised a brow at you, wondering what else you had to say.

“Steve, can I buy you a cup of coffee? Or lunch? Or, uh, something?”

You licked your lips nervously as you waited for his response.

A grin stretched across his face as he adjusted the messenger bag strap across his shoulder.

“I’d like that.”

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ladyamandapanda12 · 7 years ago

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The King and I Chap. 4

Chapter 3 here

Warning: Adult situations

@sergeantmistress @myluvislikewow @devikafernando @daisykane535 @theycallmebecca @toc1985 @smilexcaptainx @thaniya82 @emilyevanston @evansscruff @alievans007

Announcement: Chapter 5 Will be the last chapter of this story.

Chapter 4

It was to be a full day today. Tia had a lot of equipment to set up, numbers to run, and just a full day of errands. However instead of returning phone calls and text messages like how she would normally start her day. She was at the dining room table, answering for her absence at the first night’s dinner.

“Look guys I’m sorry. Y’all know I wouldn’t have missed a dinner unless I was totally swamped.”

Henry and Sebastian looked at each other unamused and unconvinced. Just as they were about to read Tia the riot act, Chris appeared in the dining room to join them for breakfast. He was wearing a navy blue suit, and holding a cup of black coffee. The coffees aromas alone filled the room instantly. And glasses did I mention he was wearing glasses?

“Boys leave Tia alone. She had a long day yesterday, and its to my understanding a long day ahead. Am I correct?” Tia nodded while Chris kissed both boys on the head and sat in between them.

“Daddy you forgot to kiss Tia too.” Sebastian pipped out. Chris and Tia exchanged glances remembering the two lust filled kisses they had had a few short hours before. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart my hair is dirty Ill get my kiss next time.” Sebastian shrugged her response off.

Maurice came out with a huge stack of waffles. As they dug in Tia noticed that Chris’s gaze rarely left her, and he wasn’t eating.

“Dad what’s wrong? You love waffles! Aren’t you hungry?” Henry asked as he stuffed a forkful of waffle in his mouth.

Chris caught Tia’s eyes with his and responded. “I’m starved, just not for waffles bud.”

“Then what do you want for breakfast daddy?” Sebastian asked.

“What I want is too sweet for breakfast. I’m hoping that Ill get it for dessert tonight.” Chris tossed a wink at Tia that made her blush.

Quick on her feet Tia thought on how to respond. “I don’t think we have any ice cream left in the fridge. But I will make sure Maurice has some to satisfy your sweet tooth.” Tia stated with a giggle.

Breakfast continued for another 20 minutes then Tia excused herself. Before she could leave the room, the boys bomb rushed her. She leaned down so they could attack her with kisses. She kissed them both on the forehead and left to get ready to leave. The boys excused themselves up to their rooms, which left Chris sometime to enjoy his breakfast without someone trying to steal his bacon. As Tia was heading towards the front door Chris stopped her.

“Yes your highness? What can I do for you?” She said with a smirk.

A smirk grew on his face as he first looked around as if to make sure they were alone. Then he grabbed her hands in his once the coast was clear. “First, you can call me Chris. I think that is the second time we have had that discussion young lady. If I must have this talk with you again there will be consequences. Secondly I wanted another one of these..” Chris moved his hand under her chin, and lifted her mouth to his. The kiss was brief but sensual. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl and lit your core fire to spark on all in the same moment. After the kiss ended Chris leaned down to Tia’s ear and spoke. “I have to leave tonight to go on a political tour, but I will be back at the end of the week. I expect you naked on that big faux fur throw on our bed when I get home Saturday night.”

“Our bed?”

“Considering you won’t be let out of it until Sunday afternoon… Yes, our bed my sweet queen.”

Tia was gob smacked. I mean mouth open, wide eyed, and all. Chris had definitely received the reaction he wanted out of her, and she knew it. It was written all over his face, he didn’t have to say a word. Once Tia finally picked her mouth up off the ground. She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, and on his cheeks as if she was checking for a fever. He looked at her quizzically. “I’m just checking… Because the man that I have known for the last couple of years up until yesterday despised me.” The smile that had planted itself on Chris’s face had left hastefully. He was suddenly filled with sorrow and guilt. Tia could see it, but before he could try to mend it he interrupted her.

“I never hated you Athea.” Tia looked at him eyes wide again. Shaking her head in disbelief. His smile had returned. “Yes I know your real name, I’m the king remember? Plus that’s how my predecessor had you down in the guest book.”

“No one needs to know about that name. Every time someone learns I get to play 20 questions. That’s just between you and me understand?”

“Are you threatening the king?”

“I am the queen, I can do whatever I want.”

“So you will join me this weekend then? I mean since you already claimed the title. I am more than happy to initiate you in to the roll.”

“Oh, I’m sure you would. However, we have 2 problems. One the kids. Two my show is this weekend, I leave on Monday, granted I’ll be back in a week, but nevertheless I have a show.”

“Well it’s supposed to rain, and if it rains you will post pone and stay. Won’t you?”

“Maybe…. But its only supposed to rain on Friday not Saturday.”

“Then I shall will it to rain because I would like to show you just how much I have NOT despised you the last few years.”

Chris had snuck another kiss in before the horn from the tour bus blared; Informing Tia it was time to go. Tis looked back at Chris in that moment she didn’t see him as the king. She saw a life with him and the boys. Having dinner together most nights. Spending the holidays wrapped in their love. Not to mention Chris’s arms. Going trick or treating in disguise, and being woken up on Christmas morning by to very excited little boys. Sitting in between his legs, around the tree next to the fire. While the boys teared into the presents. I could get used to that. She thought. Interrupted by another blaring horn. Tia realized she had been daydreaming a moment to long, and that Chris had been doing the same.

“If it rains, Then I will be waiting for you on Saturday night. If not then…. We’ll rain check for next week.”

“Sounds like a deal.” Before he could say anything else her lips were on his again. This time she slipped her tongue passed his lips just so she could taste him. His strong Earthy dark roast coffee tasted so good coming off his lips. And once again before he could process, the taste of her tongue was gone.

“Bye my king.”

The rest of the week went by without a hitch. The boys stayed busy with all the activities that James and Chris had planned. Tia had learned the new sound board in record time, and everything was ready to go for Saturday. The rain came Friday as forecasted, and quickly cleared after showering all day. Tia was excited, and bummed she wanted to have this concert. But she also wanted to taste her king.

Saturday was going as planned. Breakfast with the boys. Then straight to the yep everything was going great. Until an hour before the show and the master breaker in the arena blew. Tia had no choice but to cancel the concert. She waited, and prayed that the onsite electricians could fix it. When they didn’t show any promise, she had to send everyone who was waiting outside. Mostly everybody took it well. Except a few, but that’s to be expected. Two hours, one massive breakdown, and 3 packed to the brim sound and equipment busses later Tia was finally walking back into her bedroom thoroughly exhausted. She presumed that the boys had already fallen asleep as they normally would be. Too tired to make it to shower, she chopped this incident to fate, and crashed. She got a full half an hour of sleep, before the smell of herself got to her.

She Stumbled to the bathroom, stripped her clothes and began to shower. She realized that she still had her make-up on, and reached outside the steamed-up glass door for her facial cleanser. Blinded by the water streaming down her face when she finally got her hands on something it wasn’t the cleanser that she was reaching for but something else. It was long, warm, thick, and veiny? Nervous she let go and wiped the water off her face. What did she grab, but it wasn’t in this case a what that she grabbed, but a who that she grabbed? Chris of course. He was standing outside the stall in the process of taking off his Military style uniform, with his dick out, and most recently in Tia’s hand! Before Tia could say anything, it was his turn to make the move. Once he was completely naked he stepped in the shower with her.

He took her sponge from her and as her back was pressed against his chest he washed her. Admiring her skin with every slow stroke. The curve of her body drove him wild. He made sure she was thoroughly clean before he gave up the sponge. She motioned for him to turn so she could wash him. She took good care in washing his body. Rubbing the sudsy sponge from his shoulder to his hand and repeating with the other arm. She had forgotten that he had tattoos. She took extra care around them. His most infamous one on his collarbone got the most love. It was her favorite.

“You know I thought we were going to have to reschedule, and then I heard that a breaker blew?” Tia gave a single nod in response and simultaneously letting out a long sigh from the frustration of the memory. “As soon as I heard I told James to let the boys spend the night at Coopers house. When I got home and you weren’t in our bed I figured you would be in the shower or sleeping. To be honest I’m surprised to find that you weren’t sleeping.”

“Oh I was. I’m wiped.”

“Well we are all clean now. Why don’t you come back to my room with me. It’s freezing in the palace tonight, and I have an electric blanket.”

“You just want me in bed for easy access.”

“That too. But I’m exhausted too. I’ve been dealing with idiots what feels like all week. When in reality it’s only been a few days. I promise tonight all I want is to cuddle in bed with my queen naked.”

Tia reached down and turned off the water. She stepped out of the shower to the moss rug and grabbed a towel for Chris. They helped each other dry off in silence. And in silence she let him lead her to their bedroom.

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noclevernamelbr · 7 years ago

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30 Day Challenge... Day 24

Eyes.. hmmm his eyes are always so good. Let’s see what we can come up with shall we...

There are still so many others. Go check out @hiddlesbumlustalot and @devikafernando for more gorgeous eye. Enjoy @tinchentitri @fairlightswiftly @lasimo74allmyworld @evansscruff @elsa-lost-in-translation

#tom hiddleston #30 day challenge #eyes #oi #rude #so gorgeous

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evanstandefensesquad-blog · 8 years ago

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Hey everyone.

I want to apologize in advance for not updating this place for a while.

I’ve had a lot going on recently between work and personal shit I don’t want to get into, and to be fair it’s made this blog a back burner thing for me.

I am so, so, so sorry for that.

I am going to try to fill up the queue today for y'all as best I can.

As far as Paper Moon goes, I’ve hit a writer’s block wall. Which, if I’m being honest, is also probably one of the reasons I’ve not been updating the blog. Because coming here means I’m looking at things that should be giving me inspiration and it’s just….not.

I have a specific story I want to tell. I kind of know where I want to go, getting there has been hard. And I think it’s because I draw Melissa as myself.

If you’ve been expecting an update recently, or even read it at all, please know it will continue. It’ll probably continue for a long time, I just feel very uninspired right now since I’m unhappy in my own life. So I also apologize for that.

Anyway, thanks to all of y'all while stuck around. Me and the girls - @ya-girl-evanstrash & @evansscruff - love y'all more than you’ll ever know for being here for us through our bullshit. We started this blog out of love and that’s what we always want it to be about. Whether it’s love for Seb and Chris, or love for those of us who love those two, or love for anyone and everyone who needs it.

- MB @thecountessakasha

#mb posts #update #thecountessakasha #ya-girl-evanstrash #evansscruff #thechrisevanssebastianstandefensesquad #squadlings

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tsfrbss · 7 years ago

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Paper Moon Part 16

MB - @thecountessakasha - back again. I hope you’re ready for Part 16! There’s no smut, it’s literally all fluff, so apologies in advance.

I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 4100+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: FLUFF to the Goddamn max. Gonna rot your teeth. Panic attack. Oh, and cussing. Like always.

STEVE’S POV

Holy shit, I am so nervous. OK. OK, Steve. Calm down. It’s your birthday, it’s your party. It’ll be fine.

I’m pacing around my bedroom, wringing my hands. Tonight’s the night I tell Melissa and Bucky about what I’ve gotten for them. I love them. They love me. So why am I on pins and needles? I just want them to be happy. But this is huge. The three of us living together.

We practically do anyway. Whenever I’m not out on missions, I’m there with them at the apartment. I don’t think there’s been a night Bucky’s spent at the tower since the fateful day we took the big leap into this relationship.

Tony wanted a lavish affair tonight, so I’m in my blue tuxedo. As I finish with the buttons on my shirt, I feel my nervous tics start up: pacing. Brushing my hair to the side. Overthinking.

Neither Melissa nor Bucky are here. They’re both at her place, getting ready. She asked me to come over after I was done so that she could spend a little time with only us before the big shindig.

Grabbing the gift Bucky and I have for her and the one that I have for the pair, I head out to the elevator practically running over Natasha in the process and dropping the packages she had beautifully wrapped for us.

“Damn, I’m sorry Nat,” I mutter bending down to pick them up. She’s just standing there laughing at me.

“Jesus, Rogers. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this nervous. Not even on your first date out of the ice.”

The boxes tremble in my hands. “Nat, this is a big deal. What if they say no? Well, I mean, Bucky probably won’t, but Melissa might. It was so hard on us, on her especially, when everything became public. What if she decides that this step is a step too far? That it’s all too much for her? I don’t think I can handle that kind of rejection.” I drop my eyes to the packages that I’m trying desperately not to crush in my large hands as my nerves begin to get the better of me.

Nat watches me, gauging her words carefully. She places a hand on my wrist, her voice soft. “Steve. It’s going to be fine. She loves you. She loves Bucky. She loves you both so deeply it’s honestly awe inspiring. I’ve never seen a woman with more capacity to love than her. You know she would do anything for you, right? For both of you. For either of you. She’s sacrificed so much to take a chance on a scary thing just to experience the love that you give back to her. To experience more love than she’s ever had in her entire life. Trust in that. Trust in the love you three share. You’ve got no reason to doubt her. She’s stuck with you this far. She’s not going anywhere.”

My eyes fill with tears at her words. I quickly swipe the cresting drops away from my face and nod. “You’re right. You’re right. It’s going to be fine. It’s going to be perfect.”

“Of course it is, old man.” The redhead’s hand smacks me on the shoulder as she laughs. “You’d better get going if you’re gonna head over there before the party starts.”

I give her a quick hug, “Thanks, Nat. And thanks for being such a good friend to her. She really loves you.”

“And I love her. And if you hurt her, either of you, I’ll hurt you.” She winks and disappears.

Damn, she’s scary when she wants to be. I love how protective she is of Melissa, though. It puts me at ease. If Bucky or I can’t be around, Melissa will be well looked after.

I gather myself, grab my jacket, tuck the boxes under my arm and head out of the tower on the way to Melissa’s place. With a spring in my step I reach the club, using my keys to slip in the front door. The owner is there, taking inventory behind the bar and he calls out to me. “Hey there Captain Rogers. Happy birthday! Thanks for the invite to the party tonight. I’ve always wanted to see the place.” He chuckles nervously and I reach out to shake his hand.

“It was absolutely no trouble. You’ve been wonderful to Melissa, wonderful to us. You’re more than welcome anytime, Johnny.” I give him a little salute as I head upstairs and he relaxes a little and gets back to his counting.

I reach the top step and make my way into the apartment. Tossing my keys into the bowl set upon the table by the door, I yell, “Honeys, I’m hooooooome!”

There’s a groan from the kitchen, and I turn to see Melissa rolling her eyes at me. “You are such a dork, Steven.” She shakes her head as she walks over to meet me.

As I take in the vision before me, I’m overcome. “My god you look incredible, Maîtresse.” She’s wearing a dress I’ve never seen-a dazzling, shimmering red floor length piece, tight around the bosom, dipping low in front and hugging her curves before flaring out at the hem. There’s a long slit up her right thigh, and the straps of the dress are thin spaghetti style. It shimmers in the light. She’s a little taller tonight because of the silver, strappy heels she’s wearing.

She stops and twirls around, her dark silver laced waves bouncing around her shoulders, “You really think so? It’s not too much? I don’t want to take any attention away from you, lover. It’s your party, after all.” She gives a small scoff, rolling her eyes.

I reach out for her hands, pulling her to me. I slide my fingers up her arms and over her shoulders, tracing the lines of her tattoos, fingertips sliding up her neck. She gives a soft moan at my touch, and I lean down to brush my lips against her jaw, “Oh, Melissa. When will you learn that you deserve the spotlight that you’re made for it?”

Her breath hitches as she melts at my words. She pulls me into a deep, lingering kiss, as her hands slide up and into the hair at the back of my neck. We’re getting lost in each other when we hear a voice. “Oh ho, starting without me, are we?”

Melissa and I giggle, smiling against each others mouths, and leave little soft kisses behind. She turns to look at the source of the voice. “Now, now, baby boy. Don’t get your boxers in a twist.”

Bucky looks devastatingly handsome in his black tux. He’s let his hair grow back out because Melissa likes it longer and it’s pulled back in a loose ponytail. There’s a smirk plastered on his face and he walks over to the pair of us with his characteristic swagger, “Then maybe you two should give me a kiss so’s I don’t feel left out.”

She snorts softly and pulls him down to her mouth roughly, claiming him with a searing kiss before releasing him so I can do the same. As he and I swirl our tongues around each other’s she murmurs, “Happy now, beloved?”

Bucky hums softly against my lips and nods, “Oh yeah. Definitely.”

She smacks him on the ass, which surprises him and causes him to yelp. “Now behave, brat. It’s Steve’s day.”

He rubs a hand over the cheek she swatted with a pout on his lips. “Yes ma'am.”

Melissa grabs my hand and Bucky’s metal one and tugs us over toward the living room. “Alright boys. Enough playing around. We don’t have a lot of time before we need to head to the tower and I have something I want to give the both of you.”

Bucky and I look at each other with matching surprised expressions as we sit down on the sofa together.

She disappears down the hall toward the bedroom. “Melissa. It’s Steve’s birthday, why did you get me something?” Bucky calls after her.

“Hush yer mouth, baby boy. You deserve a present, too.” she intones as she re-emerges holding two small boxes, one red and one blue.

Her small hands thrust the boxes at us, Bucky receiving the red one as I get the blue. She’s staring at us, wide eyed, looking nervous as she chews on her bottom lip. “Well, go on. Open ‘em up.”

We tear into the small packages then open the boxes. Inside each is a bracelet, small, made of what looks to be titanium. The one in Bucky’s box is black. Mine is brushed silver. Simple, yet very lovely. Next to each one, nestled in the cotton padding is a tiny screwdriver.

“I know neither of you are big on jewelry. But I really wanted to get you both something that you could keep with you. I wanted something small so that you could wear it with your uniforms and such. And I thought rings were too presumptive.” Melissa’s face colors brightly and she looks away from us.

She clears her throat, “So, I thought these would work. They’re low profile and being titanium they’ll hold up to wear and tear.” Her brows knit and she pauses a moment before continuing, “They’re also symbolic. Of me claiming the two of you as my own.”

We look at each other then back to her, smiles gracing both of our faces. “Beloved, I’m honored. Truth be told you, claimed me the night we met. I love you with all that I am.” Bucky holds the bracelet out to her with the screwdriver. “Please, Angel. I’m yours.”

Her small fingers shake as she opens the bracelet, then turns it to show him. “I’ve had them engraved. Bucky, you’re the light in the dark. You bring my nights back from the brink. You’re My Moon. Yours says Ma Lune.” She slides the small piece of metal around his right wrist and closes the latch by tightening the screw. Once she’s done, she kisses the palm of his hand.

“Steve, you are the brightest star I’ve ever known. You give your life and warmth to all those around you. You make me bloom. You’re My Sun. Yours says Mon Soleil.” With her fingers still shaking, she repeats the actions with my right wrist, sealing it with a kiss on my palm.

I cup her cheek and brush my thumb across the bone, “Maîtresse, I’ve been yours from the first night we spent together running the streets of the city without a care in the world. I fell so hard for you that night, I knew I could never look back. I love you more than life.” I pull her into my lap, kissing her hotly.

Bucky slides in next to us and starts kissing her shoulder. Melissa laughs softly against my mouth as his lips tickle her skin. “Now, now boys. We can’t be late for the party.”

He and I both groan in resignation, knowing she’s right. Besides, we still have to give her our present. “Fine, fine, doll. But Bucky and I have a gift for you as well.”

Her mouth drops open and she shakes her head, “You shouldn’t have gotten me anything, mes amours. I don’t need anything other than you two.”

I slide her off my lap and plop her onto Bucky’s so I can get up and grab the boxes I brought with me. His brows knit seeing two instead of one and I grin broadly at him.

The bigger one wrapped in matte black paper I set on the table. Handing her the long slender box wrapped in beautiful silver paper, I nod to her, “This is from me and Buck. We really hope you like it.”

BUCKY’S POV

I’m grinning from ear to ear as she holds the gift in her hand. She keeps shaking her head, “You boys really shouldn’t have gotten me anything. This is Steve’s special day, not mine.”

“Sugar, you got me a present today, too. So you’re not playing by the rules either.” I click my tongue at her.

She rolls her eyes as Steve laughs, “Alright fine!” Her fingers tear at the paper and when she reaches the box she opens it slowly, as if it contained something that might jump out and bite her. Finally she opens the box and gasps, her eyes meeting mine then Steve’s.

Melissa’s voice comes out nearly a whisper, “Oh my god, boys. This is… wow.” Her small fingers pluck the pretty, delicate chain and the dog tags out of the pile of cotton. “Are these…?”

“The originals? Oh yes. But we did have them plated in platinum so they would be more durable, and let’s be honest, prettier.” Steve is rubbing her arm lovingly as we watch tears gather in her eyes.

“This is so thoughtful and special. I am… I can’t believe you would give these to me.” The tears break through her lashes and drop onto her cheeks.

I reach out and brush them away. “Don’t cry, Angel. We thought it would make you happy. You understand what they mean more than anyone else would. How special it would be for you to wear one of each of ours. I already wear one of his and he wears one of mine. Now you get the other half. As it should be.”

She’s trembling as she unclasps the chain and lets Steve put it around her neck and refasten it for her. Once on, they rest just above her glorious breasts. Of course I noticed that. I’m old, not dead. And have you seen her? Jesus…

“My cup runneth over…” Melissa flings her arms around my neck, kissing me messily, full of the love she constantly shows us. She shifts on my lap to pull Steve into the same kind of kiss. She’s still choking back little sobs of happy tears when Steve pulls away.

“Since we’re doing the gift giving now, I have something else.” He reaches over to grab the other package he brought. “This is for the both of you.”

She and I turn to each other and she gestures for me to open it. I tear the paper off revealing a thin black box. Opening it, I see one of Steve’s sketchbooks. I immediately look up at him and he’s blushing brightly, “I… I’ve been drawing you two. That book is full of nothing but you and Melissa. Together and separately.”

Melissa takes the book out of the box and starts to flip through it. “Oh, Steven. These are beautiful.” She runs her fingers over a drawing of me, lounging on the sofa, and giggles. “Your natural habitat, baby boy.”

“Ha, ha. Very funny.” I roll my eyes and turn a couple pages. Here I see Melissa and myself in our little park, hidden from the world by our hoodies and baggy clothes and sunglasses. “Stevie, these are perfect. God, you are so talented. If you ever give up the shield you can open your own gallery. Speaking of which….” I glance at Melissa and she nods. I lift her up off of my lap and set her back on her feet while I go get the huge basket we’ve put together for him.

Steve’s eyes widen when he sees me come back in. “What did you two do?” Grinning, I set the basket down on the coffee table in front of him.

“Well, the first thing we did is clear out that far corner of the living room.” Steve’s eyes follow Melissa’s finger as she points over to the far side of the room. “You need a studio, so this is the best we could do for now. That’s your space. And to fill it, we got all these supplies for you.”

I pick up the basket once more and shove it at him. He’s stunned silent. I hear Melissa start to giggle softly as he finally takes it from me. “You two…” He shakes his head and starts to dig through the goodies. “You’re too good to me.”

“Steve, you deserve this and more. So much more.” I snatch the card out of the basket and slide it into his hand as I kiss the back of his neck. “This is from me, with a little help from Natalia and Tony.”

He opens the envelope and removes the card. Inside are the special tickets Natalia had printed up, and as he reads them over he gasps softly.

“Bucky, Oh my god. This is amazing!” He leans over and shows them to Melissa who whispers, “Wow.”

“It’s tomorrow night. Tony says even if a mission comes up, you’re off.” I’m beaming at him as he closes the gap between us, pulling me into his arms, wrapping me up tightly. We hug, just enjoying the feeling of each other as Melissa watches, her teeth pressed into her lower lip as the corners of her mouth curl into a soft smile.

Steve moves his hands to cup my jaw, “I can’t think of a better way to spend an evening than in the Museum of Modern Art with the two people I love more than life. Thank you, Buck.”

MELISSA’S POV

I cannot even express the joy and love I feel in this moment. Who knew I could ever be this happy? I certainly never believed I deserved it. But they’ve proven me wrong. And the continue to do so every day.

As Steve pulls away from Bucky he grabs my hand in his. He looks as if he wants to say something, but scared to do so.

“Steven, lover, what’s wrong?” I brush my thumb across the back of his hand watching his expression. He’s obviously fighting with himself in his head. My eyes shift to Bucky’s and I raise my shoulders a little as we exchange confused glances.

Steve clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck- a sign that he’s nervous. His cheeks color and he stammers out, “Guys, I… I’m real grateful you did all of this, working to provide me a makeshift studio here so that I could be with you more.”

“It was nothing, Steve. I wish we could have done more. I wish there was another room here, you could have it for your own.” I raise his hand to my cheek, letting him form his palm to it as I nuzzle into his touch. My fingers trace delicately on his wrist.

Bucky chuffs out, “Yeah, babe. We want you to be comfortable when you’re drawing, creating. To have everything here, organized so you can easily find what you need. We know how happy it makes you. We just wanted to facilitate that.”

He’s starting to pace now, pulling away from us both and shoves his hands in his pants pockets. I hear a jingle, like keys, and if I hear it I know Bucky does, too.

“Honey lamb, what is it? What’s wrong?” I watch Steve closely and his actions are starting to make me nervous. I move over to him placing my hands on his chest to stop his movements. “Spit it out, Steven.” My voice comes out a bit lower and more stern than I intended it to, but he needs the firmness.

He looks at me, beautiful blue eyes swimming with adoration. “I love you, Melissa. I love you and Bucky more than I have ever loved anyone or anything in this world. I want nothing more than to live the rest of my life making the both of you happy.”

“We love you, too, babe. So much. More than life.” Bucky reaches out and takes one of Steve’s hands in his. Steve’s other hand reaches into his pocket pulling out two little shield shaped key chains, two keys dangling from each one. He places one in my hand and one in Bucky’s.

I’m gawking wide eyed at the one in my hand, Bucky’s doing the same. After a moment we look at each other then gaze at Steve waiting for his explanation.

He laughs softly, awkwardly before finally taking a deep breath and releasing it in words. “IkindasortaboughtusabrownstoneinBrooklyn…”

“Wait. What the fuck did you just say?” I look at the keys in my hand and jingle them a little. The noise seems to wake him slightly and he sighs.

“I bought us a brownstone. A whole brownstone. I’ve had it renovated into a single dwelling. It’s in Brooklyn. It’s for the three of us to make a life in.” Steve sinks onto the sofa, his nerves getting the better of him. He watches us stand there, gaping like fish.

Bucky is the first to speak. “Stevie. Wow.” He immediately moves to Steve’s side and sits beside him. Bucky pulls Steve’s chin and makes him turn his head. “Baby, that’s incredible. I couldn’t be happier than I am right now.” He leans in and captures Steve’s lips with his own with a soft, precious kiss.

I’m nervously shifting from foot to foot as I stay rooted in place, still in shock. I keep fingering the keys in my hand and finally the boys realize I’ve not said anything.

“Doll? Are you alright?” Steve’s brows are pressed together in concern. His voice lowers, nearly shifting to Captain mode. “Melissa.” His voice cracks. “Say something. Please.”

Bucky reaches out for me, gesturing for me to come over. But I can’t. I can’t seem to move. Something’s wrong. My head… my chest. He’s instantly on his feet and so is Steve. My two giant bookends.

Bucky know. He knows. The panic attack is on me. Steve realizes it now, and they both stand coming over to me. I start panting and the hand with the keys goes to my chest. Bucky leans down and starts to murmur softly, “Angel. Take my hands.”

I hear him, I do. But it’s like a buzzing in my ears. He brings his hands to my arms and slowly runs them down the length before grasping my hands in his. Focus on his hands. Bucky’s hands. I grip them tight, squishing the keys between my flesh and his metal. They stab me and that brings me around to the present. My eyes snap to his, wide, and he’s grinning. “There she is. Hi, babydoll.”

He scoops me up and sits back on the sofa with me in his lap. In a flash, Steve is there beside us. His hands tentatively stroke my shoulders and when I moan a little he seems to relax and massage them in earnest. “You scared us, love.” Bucky’s hands find purchase on my hips.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why your gift, your huge, incredible gift set me off. I guess maybe…” I shake my head and close my eyes before I stammer, “I.. I d-don’t deserve you.”

Steves hands move to my cheeks and he pulls my gaze to his, “You deserve the world for how you’ve grounded me, made me happy, given me a life, a real life. But for now, a brownstone in Brooklyn where the three of us can be together is going to have to suffice.” He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose. “The world will come, Madame Rose. I’ll make sure of it.”

I giggle at the kiss and Bucky’s hands squeeze my hips, “Guys, we’ve got to get this show on the road. We can’t have the birthday boy be late for his own party.”

Steve and I snort together and l lean back to kiss Bucky’s lips before rising from his lap. He groans at the loss of contact for a second and I laugh, “You’ll have me in your lap again soon enough, babyboy. We’ll need to properly celebrate The Captain’s birthday later tonight, after all.”

I feel Steve’s hands grab my waist yanking me to where he’s still seated and I stand between his legs looking down on him. He’s grinning like an idiot, that Goddamn big goofy smile he wears when he’s happy beyond words. “God I love you, Melissa.”

My small hands cup his jaw as I press a soft, sweet kiss to his perfect, plump mouth. “I love you, too, Steven.” my hand shoots out, grabbing Bucky by his collar and pulling him to me before placing my lips against his, “And you, James. I love you, too.”

They both rise now and I straighten my dress, mess with my hair in the mirror above the entry table, open my clutch and drop the keys to the brownstone and the apartment inside. They meet me at the door as I’m opening it and suddenly I feel a smack on both my ass cheeks. I yelp, “What the-!” They’re both laughing as they shuffle me out the door.

The death of me.

#submitted #submission

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miss-lucy-silver · 8 years ago

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CLOSER MASTERLIST

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

CHAPTER TWO: BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S... KIND OF

CHAPTER THREE: I LOVE THEM

CHAPTER FOUR: PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME

CHAPTER FIVE: DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF...

CHAPTER SIX: HOME

CHAPTER SEVEN COMING SOON

Would you like to read more? Just ask me and I’ll add you to the tag list!

TAGS: @arelyhb @always-an-evans-addict @writingcreatingstorytelling @evansscruff @ariallane @shut-it-tinman @thequeenofgood @words-aremy-weapons @djeniiscorner @toc1985 @meatballevan @angelakii @chris-evans-whaaat

#Chris Evans #Chri Evans fanfic #Chris Evans fanfiction #Chris Evans x OFC #Chris Evans x Lori Miller #CLOSER #Friends to Lovers #Cevans #CLOSER MASTERLIST

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lillianfromaccounting · 8 years ago

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Hey there! What are the fanfics that stuck with you, your all time favorites that need to be read and why?

Hi there nonny. This is going to be a really long post and I actually have a fic rec post I’ve been working on for two months+ now, so I’ll post that later (I want to link fics and I can’t do that at work, since most of the blogs I follow are nsfw). I’ve seen a few of these ‘which fics do you recommend’ posts floating around and I just want to mention how fic enjoyment is ultimately subjective. What I enjoy might not float your boat, etc. so please keep that in mind.

I also realized why I keep going back to certain authors, and a lot of it has to do with the fact that I trust their work. I’ve seen a lot of writing posts where it’s like “don’t be like others, write different things, set yourself apart” etc. etc. etc. and that’s wonderful if that’s what you want to do as a writer, but as a reader, I say give me 1000 coffee shop AUs because that’s what I’m comfortable with. That’s what I want when I escape–the safety and comfort of knowing that I will most likely enjoy this piece in the five or ten minutes I have to myself today. It’s not that I don’t like to read outside my comfort zone–I do, but it’s more of an emotional/mental investment for me, which is why I would readily read/reblog a coffee shop au fic before diving into the first chapter of that amazing multi-chapter fic everyone keeps reblogging. (and yes, I’ve been passive aggressively shamed for “reading the same things over and over” so I felt I need to put this here)

I was kinda hesitant to answer this ask at first because I’m not sure if you’re looking to expand your reading selection or trying to stir up shit or looking for validation or what not, so I’m sorry if I ultimately disappointed you if you were expecting to see a certain fic/author or yourself on the list and you’re not here.

On that note, some of my all-time favorites that have stuck with me and why (sorry about the lack of links, most of the authors have their masterlists in their profiles):

I will read almost anything by @fvckingavengers @just-call-me-mrs-captain @bovaria @avengersandchill @knittingknerdy because of what I said above with trust. I trust these authors and I know what I’m getting into. It does not mean these authors are predictable, because even with JCMMC’s latest fic “Funny Thing About Perfect” I knew exactly what to expect, but I was still surprised by some elements of it. I trust @fvckingavengers‘ smut. A/B/O isn’t my jam but I will read her one A/B/O fic because I trust her POV and I trust that I will come out of the fic okay. I have read Laur’s fics ad nauseum to the point where I can probably quote some of them. I trust @bovaria‘s fluffy AUs, but moreso, I trust that her fic will be a journey of cliffhangers. I trust the experience of reading her fics. Same for @avengersandchill. I don’t always know which direction her fics will turn, but I trust her to take me on the journey. I trust @knittingknerdy‘s storytelling and I will in fact read 1000 coffee shop AUs by Nadine (go read all her coffee shop AUs). I just realized that this group of writers could almost be categorized as the AU group. I love AUs.

Writers whom I love but I have to be in the mood to read their fics: @imagine-assembling-the-avengers Bonnie is one of the queen of angst in the Marvel fanfic universe. I love, love, love her stuff. She has inspired me so much. She writes *all* the Marvel characters so well. The other queen of angst is @writingcreatingstorytelling I love Ann’s writing and while I’ve taken a huge step away from RPFs, I still love her Natris universe. Being as these are angst queens, I know that I will cry when I read their works (this is not a bad thing). I just have to emotionally prep myself for it. Their fics really are beautiful and you should check them out.

All-around medal goes to @emilyevanston I will be the first to admit that I have not read all of her stuff yet. She writes amazing fics but most of them are longer form and require some emotional investment on my part. I absolutely LOVE her Playing It Safe fic, because she fixes all the issues I have with that movie. She writes just about everything: fluff, smut, angst, RPF, Marvel, steve, bucky, stucky, and so much more. She writes about heavy life themes but also really light stuff and everything in between. Go check out her masterlist because there’s a good chance that there is something there that you might like.

Fluffy and occasionally smutty, @avenger-nerd-mom writes fun fics that explores emotional consequences of various relationship situations. She’s written plus-sized characters, original stuff, and lots and lots of Chris. I loved her characterization of Chris and Emery so much in her Georgia on My Mind series that I almost quit writing, because I thought that nothing I could come up with would be better than that story, and I meant it in terms of writing for myself, not that I needed to write a better story than her. I meant there was nothing that I could write for myself, in my own little brain, that would be better than that Chris story. (I’ve since changed my mind, because I realized I needed other elements for myself, but there was a time when that fic met all my Chris delusional fantasy needs.) She’s currently writing what looks like an amazing collab with @devikafernando called Educating Thalia that you should check out! (unfortunately, professor/student is one of my handful of squicks so I won’t be reading it)

@sfdce also writes a hodgepodge of Chris and Steve fics that range from super duper floofy to super duper heavy material. I haven’t read all of Chris’ stuff, but every one that I’ve read has always left an impression.

@master-of-duct-tape is the first Chris RPF that I read and her smut has actually inspired me to explore certain things in real life (sorry if that’s TMI). also I started writing smut because of her encouragement. I go back to her Insomnia series from time to time and I absolutely LOVE her Johnny Storm fic. Her stuff is a little darker compared to the stuff I’ve listed above, so check her tags and warnings.

I read an article yesterday that reminded me of @evansscruff‘s fics. She writes Indian female characters and I absolutely love how she weaves the culture into her fics. As an Asian-American, I wholly appreciate the often common internal conflict of figuring out one’s identity and place in the world while balancing the various cultures, plus one’s favorite celebrity. :-)

There are my Chris & Chris’ characters girls: @beccaheartschrisevans @thelookingglassalice @ariallane @heather-lynn @chrisevans-imagines @daisykane535 Each of these authors bring something different to the table. Their fics are more like a long-term series or even like soap operas, but there’s amazing character growth and development through them.

@steveandyou writes beautiful, beautiful fluffy Steve literature. I love it all.

@angryschnauzer I love her fic Taking In Strays, which I’m not caught up on yet, but it’s because the emotions and life situations she writes about are so raw. Like I can only read one chapter at a time because of the emotional investment.

@thesuperhero-sessions is amazing. absolutely amazing premise and the characters are so on point. i am behind but i love all of it.

@bucky-is-my-precious writes a really long fic called Giving You the Choice and it’s been a really fun journey that I’ve followed the past two years.

@katiekeysburg writes spy/action stuff for various fandoms (Agent Carter, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Man from UNCLE, etc.) and while she is also my bff irl, I’m so glad that she started writing and I’m so proud of all the fics she’s written! They’re really good, especially if you like spy stuff.

I know I’m missing people (sorry!). I’ll try to finish my longer fic rec post with links and more authors later. (yeah that post is longer than this one)

Also, there are a ton of writers that I haven’t even started reading yet. I have about 200 posts in my drafts of saved fics to read. I haven’t even begun to dip into the Hiddles fandom of fics yet.

Like I said, I have reasons why I read certain fics/authors. Most of them are not perfect and might not be your cup of tea, but I still love them. If you are just looking to expand your reading selection, I hope you find something that you like.

#asks #anon #fic recs

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ladyamandapanda12 · 7 years ago

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CHAPTER 3 WILL BE OUT TONIGHT. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Or off the tag list. @sergeantmistress @myluvislikewow @evansscruff @devikafernando @daisykane535 @misshyen

#the king and I #chap.3 #tonight it's going down #literally #yay

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avenger-nerd-mom · 7 years ago

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My Girls Appreciation Day - May 19

Based on the fact I’ve somehow posted about my internet friends on Facebook on this date for two years in a row (thanks Facebook memories!), I’m declaring May 19 as ‘My Girls Day!’

I have SO MANY i talk to on a regular basis, and each of you make things better. So many of you know more personal things about me, more than IRL friends. You know my daily struggles, the shit i put up with, and you always reach out to check on me… Things have been super crazy lately, and i haven’t had time or energy lately to check on you, but you’re always in my heart and my thoughts. I’m a better person because each of you add joy to my day.

I adore all my followers, but these are the ‘girls’ i talk to regularly that help get me through…

@thewife101 @virtualgirlfriendsan @devikafernando @giselagreywrites @deathbyukmen @moncun @itsliterallythis @celeb-fess @master-of-duct-tape @jennygirl2014 @violetspike @adamcansuckme @travelingmatt @peggysrogers @caramell0w @steverogersnotebook @evansscruff @evansrogerskitten @2glassesofchianti @fay-1994 @theycallmebecca

@bookworm-fanatic01 @noclevernamelbr @toc1985 @tchitchou26 @mortaltrouble @4theluvofall @punkfrog @angelus80 @jrubalcaba @mintmintdoodles This by no means is a definite list, but these are the girls i chat with at least every two weeks! Totally crazy! But each of you are special to me… Thank you!

#my girls #appreciation day #may 19 #internet friends #my made up holiday #love you #anm

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evanstandefensesquad-blog · 7 years ago