#i’m actually so proud of that shading like holy damn how’d I do that

[doodle-girl]

“HELLO, THERE”

You may not know me, but I certainly know you. You can call me Ragstra. If you're looking for Lankmann, I'm afraid he's not here right now. I put him away for safe keeping. And I'd prefer to have a word with this lovely audience in-person without any interruption.

You see now, this channel doesn't belong to Lankmann anymore, but to me from here on! Lankmann had the bright idea to pull me out of the spotlight and abandon me after he grew to adore that STUPID LITTLE YELLOW GREMLIN! And personally, I disagree with that casting choice. No, in fact I have my own plans for what's going to happen to him and this little channel of his, and you're going to help me craft it. I'd like to put on a little show for all of you, one that will decide your dear sweet Lankmann's fate.

Now mind you all, this little show of mine is still in preparation, so for now I'll continue to let Lankmann make his content under MY script for a little while. Until then, just think of me as his director, carefully puppeting what videos he makes and what his audience does very closely. I'm looking forward to whatever little productions we craft together, and I certainly hope you'll be there when my show is ready. After all, his life may depend on it, heheheee. Goodbye for now, my dolls."

Sooooo in case you didn’t already catch on by their recent post, @corrupteddoodles and I have been cooking a lot recently. Say hello to the Pastra Arg swap au, aka the “Ragstra’s Show AU”!!! Yippee!!! Featuring Corrupted’s own super-cool super-gender ragdoll design of the beloved purple monster, who’s been otherwise dubbed as “Ragstra” (I like to call them Raggy :3). Personally this au may or may not butt heads with my sitcom au obsession lmao.

Bonus meme because this is basically what this au stemmed from lmao:

(Also big kudos to corrupted for helping with some alt text thank you pookie 👍 <3)

[funeral-clown]

for @demibuckybarnes what is a birthday? a miserable pile of presents given two days too late

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The strange thing about Gotham was how it affected your sleep pattern.

You could simultaneously sleep through a bomb going off a few blocks away, and wake up at the slightest rustle outside your window.

The quiet and reserved citizens slept at night, the rowdy and bloodthirsty slept during the day, and the wise rarely slept at all. With all the smog, sometimes it was hard to tell the difference anyway. 

Champ slept a devil’s slumber, deep and dreaming, unbothered by guilt or fear, every time they remembered to sleep. Their bunker had no windows. They were not asleep right now. They were creeping through the dark parts of the city, dodging the troublesome elements of the streets easily enough and slipping past the criminal element. It was the daytime, all the criminals awake were either rich or desperately poor. Neither were something they could put a stop to. 

They sidled closer to their goal, scarf wrapped warm and thick around their face, warm knit cap pulled down over ears and nearly over eyes. Their fingers were bared by the ratty gloves. The door’s bell merrily announced their presence to those inside. They ambled to the door with grim purpose, a look of fierce determination in their eyes.

“Hello,” they said cheerily, “I’ve come to pick up an order?”

The bored man behind the counter nodded.

“Name?” 

“Pennyworth.”

He grunted, then disappeared for a moment. When he returned he had a white box. Placing it on the glass counter, he flipped the lid up for a moment before quickly, delicately placing it back down.

“Wasn’t easy, gettin’ it done like that.”

They hummed, an acknowledgement.

“You were paid well enough, weren’t you?”

He grunted, his own acknowledgement.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your tip.”

The man’s dreary countenance brightened somewhat.

“Be careful lugging that thing around. Don’t want anything.......destroyed.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” they delicately took the package into their own hands, nodded at the man, “These are some of the most careful hands in Gotham.”

The man merely grunted again, and tactfully made no response to that. Truthfully, he had none. With the gait of an altar boy, holding something holy and delicate, they made their way out of the shop. The man watched idly as they began their journey, before grunting again to himself and flipping his magazine back open, once again settled into his boredom.

Meanwhile, Champ made their way down the street, hands cautiously continually readjusting themselves. Too tight, and it could cause a problem. Too loose, and they could drop it, and cause a REAL problem. Too shaky? Another potential problem. They had a ways to take this haul, and mostly on foot. Champ couldn’t deny the weight of the responsibility on them, but running errands for either of their fathers came with risk.

They nudged their ear with their shoulder, muttering into the comm unit. 

“Jason. Package obtained. Delivery in progress.”

There was a muffled crackle in their ear before a reply.

“Acknowledged. Eyes are on the target. They don’t suspect a damn thing.”

“Easy, J-man. Let’s not get too cocky.”

“This from you?”

Champ let out a short harsh laugh, still cautiously maneuvering down the street.

“This isn’t our usual gig, Todd.”

“No,” came a terse reply. “This isn’t.”

“Wow,” came an unexpected third voice, “You guys sound so intense. What is this, a Bruce Impression Contest?”

Champ groaned.

“Tim, how can you even say that? On this, of all days.”

A cackle came through the line.

“Figured you could use the levity. I’m on the roof, by the way. To your left. See me waving at you? I’m here to take care of any distractions.”

Champ carefully eased one hand from the box to flip off the roof.

“Other left.”

Champ sighed.

“This is why I work alone, Tim. You’re the distraction.”

“Oh so this IS a Bruce Impression Contest?”

“How’d I do?”

“Needs a bit more bass.”

“My voice can only go so low, would more gravel suffice?”

“Guys,” Jason interjected, “Focus. Besides. My Bruce Impression is way better.”

Twin scoffs came through his ear piece.

-

Allison was having a very strange day.

That in itself was not so unusual, life in Gotham was strange even if you didn’t have vigilantes crawling through your windows at all hours of day and night.

And they rarely remembered to wipe their feet.

It was the vigilantes themselves that were making today unusual. Notably, the absence of them. Most days, she couldn’t wake up without someone crashing their way through the kitchen, or snoring on the couch, or -god forbid- bleeding in the bathroom, trying to stitch themselves up with dental floss.

(Why dental floss, when she had asked Champ, had been answered with to keep their flesh wounds minty fresh. She had thrown a bar of soap at them and called Alfred to take them home.)

Today, when she woke up, it was to a clean and empty apartment. It was unsettling.

More unsettling when she came into the kitchen and found it, not only un-ransacked, but cleaner than when she had fallen asleep. There was a plate on the table, held under a cloche. Curious, she lifted it to find an assortment of breakfast, as well as a small note.

‘The first of many gifts. A.’

There was a small flower laid in between the cutlery and the orange juice. She lifted it up, touching the soft petals.

“Huh,” she muttered.

A knock came at the door, suspiciously soon after she had finished her breakfast and put the dishes in the sink.

It wasn’t a surprise when she opened it to find Dick waiting. It was a surprise that someone had actually knocked.

“Is this a parallel universe?”

Dick frowned, head cocked to the side.

“Don’t think so. Why, has anyone tried to homoerotically recruit you? That’s usually my tell.”

“That happens to you in this universe.”

“Beauty is a curse.”

“What’s going on, loser?”

He grinned.

“Can’t tell, or secret snipers will kill me.”

She rolled her eyes.

“No, really!” He walked the the small window in the kitchenette and waved cheerfully at the top of the adjacent building. A small red dot appeared on his shoulder. Allison opened her mouth to ask more, then firmly closed it lest she say something inciting.

Are we okay, she mouthed.

Dick winked.

Jason. Laser pointer.

Allison groaned, then shoved his shoulder while he laughed.

“I was really worried!”

“So am I! He still might really shoot me, it’s Jason.”

The laser made it’s way from his shoulder to his head, blinking playfully. She rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing here, anyway?”

His grin went loose and lopsided, entire body relaxing into it. He gave a short, theatrical bow.

“I’m here to escort you through the day.”

“You’re gonna walk me to work?”

His face filled with sorrow.

“I regret to inform you that you are very sick.”

“I’m what?”

“You’re extremely, contagiously ill and you therefore cannot make it into work today.”

“Dick-”

“In fact, we’ve already called ahead and told them. You forwarded them your doctor’s note even.”

“Jesus.”

“No, it was Barbara.”

“Dammit, Dick, what’s going on?”

He practically vibrated with excitement, bouncing on his toes like a child.

“It’s a surprise.”

“I hate surprises!”

“I know,” he lilted, before grabbing her hand and coaxing her to the door, “So we’d better hurry up and get through it all so we can get the surprise part over with!”

Groaning, she relented.

-

When they finally made it to the house, Alfred ushered them in through the back door.

“Dick’s dragging her all over town doing touristy shit,” they reported dutifully, “and I got the package here unharmed.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“That,” he chided, though not unkindly, “Remains to be seen.”

Flushing under their scarf, they placed the box on the table. Gently, the butler lifted the lid. Champ and Tim’s breath was caught in their throats. Alfred looked nonplussed in that exact shade of unbothered that meant he was two seconds away from a heart attack. With the easy precision of a man well acquainted with weapons, he eased it up and deftly set it away to inspect it’s contents. Champ’s heart hammered in their throat. He sighed, and they felt their body freeze.

“I’m s-”

“It’s perfect.”

They paused.

“What?”

“Perfectly well done, dear. Not even any smudges along the edges.”

They let out a proud cry of delight, jumping up and down happily before grabbing Tim in a hug and dancing him around the kitchen. Alfred watched patiently at the two laughed and spun. Bruce ambled in nonchalantly, eating an apple and nursing a black eye.

“Take it the cake got here alright?”

Alfred nodded.

“Hmm.”

He sunk back into the shadows.

They spent the rest of the day preparing the mansion, hanging decorations and hiding presents and bothering Alfred while he cooked until he chased them off with a wooden spoon so they would go and clamber on Bruce instead. Midway through the afternoon Jason showed up, informing them all that they had another hour.

By the time Dick sauntered up the steps with Allison in tow, the entire house was dark and still. This is and of itself was unnerving, as lately the place was usually crawling with extremely loud and energetic people.

“Is anyone home?”

Dick shrugged, grinning.

She creaked open the back entrance. The house had several entrances, the back one being the entrance into the kitchen, originally designated for servants and food delivery in such a way as to be discreet. Now it was merely the family entrance. And also where the food delivery happened. The more things change the more they stay the same.

It was dark, and quiet, and Alli got a sudden impression that it was filled with unseen life. Before she had time to be scared, the lights turned on and loud noisemakers came from everywhere. Champ grabbed her around the waist and twirled her around in a happy hug.

“Dude, did you think we’d forget your birthday?”

Alli laughed.

The whole family was there. Clark smiled politely from the table. Bane was tucked into a corner, glowering calmly with a small but very brightly colored party hat that suggested he was here at Champ’s insistence and determined to enjoy himself. Talia leaned against him. Bruce sighed as the robins all flitted around the room with noisemakers being as loud as possible. Jason grabbed Allison from Champ and gave her his own spin. Dick silently slipped his own party hat on from his pocket, standing next to Alfred with his hat. The house was instantly transformed into a bright and colorful whirlwind of warmth and laughter and food. Allison laughed, steadying herself against her friend.

“Thank you all, for this. Thank you.”

A round of raucous cheers and kazoo noises greeted her.

“But there’s something I have to say, and please know that nothing will change what you’ve all done for me.”

An anticipatory hush fell over the crowd.

“I love you all so much, and this means more than I could possibly say.”

Jason hid his grin behind his hand.

“But my birthday was two days ago.”

A stunned silence rushed the room. It was broken by Jason’s loud laughter.

“They were so sure,” he wheezed out, “They were so proud of themselves I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t tell them.”

Champ punched his sternum.

“DAMMIT.”

Allison laughed.

[catch22inareddress]

Sassafrass

 Chapter Three:

 Third Times a Charm

Previously:

"The truth is.... I can't. The one time I did try to go in...it was exceptionally hard. I thought I could help him. There are so so many dark places in his mind. He feels so lost and has so much hatred placed on Winter Soldier that it's problematic for him to separate that because it so compartmentalized. I know that he cares for you. But I don't know in what capacity. I'm sorry." She was silent a moment and then continued. "I can't just feel it when only you are together. He has it when he is with Steve too and but no one else. At least not at that intensity. He's connected to you. It could be because he feels like you are the only other friend he truly has here or he that he has other feelings. I just. .. I don't know." She was so focused and lost in thought that you had to touch her hand to bring her back.

"Love you witchy witch. Thank you. I needed that. So now I know he would at least save me from a burning building. That's something and the ego boost I need." She smiled and leaned into your shoulder. "One day you will have to have a serious conversation with him."

You took a shot of tequila. "Serious? Highly overrated my dearest."

You decided to find a nice quiet place and just drink and relax by the pool to get out of the metal man funk you were currently in.  However, to your dismay, Tony decided to come over after about an hour and sit next to you in your little fortress of solitude. So your metal funk continued, and you sighed at the turn of events.

"Please don't---not right now Stark. Unless you want a fun-filled afternoon of a testicle retrieval. If that be the case, then I'm happy to oblige." He put up his hands in surrender and just shook his head and slid his sunglasses up, pushing his hair back. "No, it just looked peaceful over here so I thought I could hide out. Is that ok?" You thought it over for a second but couldn't say no to a friend, especially when said friend wasn't being a douche.

"Sure." You two sat in comfortable silence for some time before you spoke up.

"Pray tell, Tony. What's going on in the Salt n' Pepper head of yours?" He let out a deep laugh and it made you smirk. You missed this camaraderie with Tony that you once had. It had disappeared after he had gone into self-destruct mode. He and Pepper were on again and off again and you hated watching him struggle but it had gotten to the point that you also couldn't be around him. Almost as if reading your mind he spoke aloud then. "Have I fucked it all up Y/L/N?"

You took a swig of your drink and looked at him finding that he was already looking at you, desperation almost spilling out of his eyes. "It's never too late to make amends. Besides you've only annoyed the hell out of me. That's easily forgiven. Just grovel a bit and get me a few beers." You shrugged, and the tension melted away from his shoulders.

You laughed at the thought of Tony groveling for anyone. Other than Steve that is. He even smirked. "Alright noted Y/N. Now how do I fix this Pepper debacle." You knew the answer and weren't going to sugar coat it, least of all him. He deserved to be manhandled.

"Easy. Stop fucking around. The woman loves your shit for brains self for whatever reason, unconditionally. I know you think you are not worthy of her but you are. I'm so sick of all of you men thinking you are never worthy of the women who love you. Also, Keep it in your pants and stop looking at everything in a skirt. It's insulting. Pepper is hot as hell, not sure why you would even feel the need to look elsewhere." You paused before you continued on. " Look, I know the job that we have leaves us in a fucked up place but when you find someone that is willing to share that darkness with you, don't take it for granted and sabotage it, man. "

He stopped staring at Pepper and just looked at you for a moment. "You think I could really fix it?" You nodded in Peppers direction. "She's here, isn't she?" He smiled, and you could've sworn the only way to describe the look on Tony's face was bashful. Had you not seen it you would've called the person a bold face fucking liar.

"So, Barnes. Huh?" You snapped your head in his direction causing a shift in wind to actually blew his glasses off of his head and his eyes widened. "Hey. Just because we had a little girl talk doesn't mean I'm talking about Barnes, iron head." He laughed and took a drink. You looked out at Bucky and he was staring a hole into Tony which made you blush at the possible meaning behind it.

"How'd you get Manchurian to come out without a shirt on?" Your smile was from ear to ear. "Easy. We had a come to Jesus meeting. " You paused a moment and thought what the hell. "Say I did want to dazzle the man. What would I do? I mean with the blonde titty monster ready to attack him, how do I compete?"

He sat up and looked at you. "You're fucking Y/N. An Avenger, he doesn't want anyone but you. HE may piss me off from time to time, but the man is  loyal to a fault and trust me when I say that he only has eyes for you." You hated letting vulnerability shine through, but you didn't know what do you with him. He was a mysterious riddle but you fucking hated riddles, no patience for the damn things.

"Don't toy with me. If I put myself out there again and he ...." He took your hand and for the first time in a long time, you let him. "If he hurts you, Steve and I will hurt him. But I know that he has feelings for you. Hell, Friday caught him jerking off in the common area and it wasn't my name he was saying." To that, you lost your words and were silent, then started laughing and turned 3 shades of red.

"I'm not kidding. Do you want to see the footage?" He pulled out the video on his phone. "Holy fucking shit you HAVE to send it to me." You thought for a hard moment. "I've got an idea." You heard your phone ding and smirked while looking out at the pool. "Ahhh. There's my girl. I love it when you've got that devious shit-eating grin. Tell me how it works out darling." You smiled as he got up and looked towards Pepper. "Go get your grovel on, Stark." He pulled his sunglasses back down and took the walk of shame towards Pepper who kindly smiled at him in her traditional manner and had a look of concern on her face as he just scooped her up for a hug. 

Your jaded heart swelled at the moment and looked towards Bucky who saw the exchange and just smiled at you and winked. Fuck. He was going to be the death of you. Then you remembered a particular video of a soldier that deserved a viewing for your next plan of action.

You sat down inside the room and pulled up the footage and you felt rabid, vicious butterflies in your stomach. The video started out with Bucky watching a movie then picking up his phone ....then out of fucking nowhere the man started lightly palming his cock through his low slung sweats. It was like a random porno with no storyline. Some shit that Wade would watch except you were watching it in this case, unapologetically. Then it hit you. "Shit Stark, he's just watching a porno." You said to yourself, but when you squinted at his phone, the image wasn't moving. You zoomed in. "Fuck me." It was a picture of you, and it wasn't an indecent one at that. Just a simple pic of you with Buck that Steve when all of you had gone out to Coney Island for some quality time. The man was like a gentleman to the core, he wasn't even a total creeper having found a nudey pic somewhere. You were speechless.

Before you knew it Bucky had escalated from palming himself to his metal hand in his sweatpants jerking himself off to your image. You could hear his grunts and moans, leaving a wetness pooling between your thighs. When you heard your name roll off of his lips, you were done. Out of nowhere, your phone started ringing startling into you screaming thus launching the damn thing across the room like it was an atom bomb. "FUCKITY FUCK!?"

"Hello?" You must've answered the phone in the process of the death launch and went to pick it up. "What gives apple bottom?" You sighed into the phone and laid down on the bed. "Wade...you scared the shit outta me." He laughed into the receiver. "That means you were doing something naughty, my girl doesn't scare easy. So tell Daddy Wade what you were doing?" You couldn't help but laugh and told him what you were watching while he giggled with delight. "I knew that fucker had a thing for you. I saw his Hungry Eyes watching you when we were at Stark's BBQ. Oh and PS why the fuck am I not invited to your family shindigs anymore?" You laughed. "One: because you were caught jerking off in one of the Ironman suits and got jizz all over the repulsor blasters. That shit doesn't just wash off man, Tony wanted to burn it. Two: You hacked into FRIDAY so she would have AI phone sex with you. You're banned from the Tower, cockgoblin. Your fault, not mine. Now, what am I to do with my Winter Soldier problem?" He tsked you repeatedly. "What problem. I can hear your sexy thighs clenching from here. The man wants you and you want him." You mumbled your response to him. "I'm sorry kitten breath...what did you say?" You grumbled loudly. "HE WON'T MAKE A MOVE ON ME." The man laughed too loudly at your predicament you put the phone down. He even clapped- Prick.

"You mean my sister from another mister whom I have trained with blood and sweat and taught my Casanova ways, can't get this fucktard to put out?" You wanted to flick him off but he wouldn't be able to see so you refrained. "Hey, I don't recall Casanova looking like a  dancin' California Raisin' that got fucked by Trump so shut the hell up and help a lady out." He continued to giggle but conceded. "Torture the man. I know you got moves woman. I've seen you torture a man so hard that his balls nearly packed up and left they were so blue. He'll cave. Make daddy proud. So perk up those tits of yours and get going!" He pumped you up a few more minutes and then you ended the call. Asshole but he was your asshole.

You decided to take a shower to clear your thoughts and flick the bean to get the video out of your system. After the disappointment of the shower that wasn't as fulfilling as a certain soldier you came out and got dressed and went to the common area and found everyone either out drinking in bikinis or lounging and drinking in the house. You sat next to Steve while he put his arm around you and you snuggled in. Sharon kindly smiled at you knowing that there was no threat in your friendship with him. To be honest she was very chilled and relaxed and if you had a thing for Steve she would no doubt hit you up for a three-way.  That would be one interested and fun-filled evening but you wanted Bucky to make an honest woman out of you.

"Where's Buck?" You shrugged and bit your lip. "How would I know?" He nudged you playfully. "He went to the bedroom not long after you, I assumed that you two ran into each other." You sat up slightly alarmed thinking about your shower rendezvous with your hand.

"Fuck." You looked around for him but he was nowhere to be seen. Steve just looked at you while you got up on a mission to find him. What if he heard you in the shower? Shitty fuck fuck. Keep calm. HE did it first, right?? You checked the room, the kitchen, and the basics and then went outside. You were nearly gutted when you walked out and found came upon him lounging in the chair with slutty mcslut leaning over from the arm next to him. You stopped short and paused, while you were about to flee the scene you noticed he looked quite uncomfortable and tense but you thought that was just hopeful on your part. Just as you were about to turn and leave, he called out. "Hey, doll. I was wondering when you would come out. I went to check on you, but you were getting cleaned up. Missed you, yeah?" Well, that's new. Very very new.

Your eyebrows stitched together while your stomach just straight up packed and took leave. "C'mere." He opened his legs for you to sit and you could see a slight plead in his eyes and started to put it together. Maybe he didn't actually want her there,  perhaps he didn't really want you either. But hey, anything to help a friend out and get her out of the way. Plus your body ached to be pressed against Bucky even if it was a ruse. You would take it.

You walked over and decided to put on a show. You climbed in between his legs and snuggled in your ass up against his cock and you could feel his warm breath fan on your neck. You rested your head on his shoulder and his flesh hand found a home on your hip. "Sorry, it took so long, love. Had a nice shower. Thought of you." Wasn't a lie and when he let a groan escape you smiled. "You should've just let me come in there doll. I could've taken one with you." He all but ignored the broad next to you two and truth be told at this point all you had was nicknames for her and her forgotten her damn name. Susan, Diane. Fuck... What the hell was it??

She cleared her throat. "I didn't know you were together. You smiled. "I guess we're comfortable enough not to blast it around everyone?" He leaned in and kissed your temple. Wow, he was all in? "True. Although sometimes it's fuckin' hard to keep my hands off this dame. " Laura..Lisa groaned and got up. "Well, I'll leave you two to it then. I'm started to lose my buzz." You could feel Bucky lean into your ear and smile when she got up and left.

You started to shift to move. "Where ya goin doll? You move right now she'll know she was played. Stay a few. Then we can go inside and sit somewhere else." You nodded and didn't argue you didn't really want to move anyway.

"You're welcome, by the way." He chuckled, and you could feel the vibrations through your body to your core. You stifled a moan and prayed he couldn't hear your heartbeat start to pick up. "Thanks. She's been hassling me all day, and I didn't know how to let her down easy. I just don't know how to handle women anymore." You nodded. "That a confession?"

He hummed in response. " Yea. I suppose it is. Hard to talk round women anymore. Not that James anymore." You shrugged in response. "Doesn't matter to me....or anyone. Besides Steve, no one knew that James. You get to be whoever you want to be. Besides chicks dig the mysterious types these days." He flashed you a genuine smile. "Ya think I'm mysterious?" You tilted your head to get a better view of him. "You want to know what I do know?" He paused and tensed. "Please?"

"You are loyal and think you aren't worthy of any love or friendship beyond Steve's. On missions, you always stay behind to make sure everyone is aboard and safe before you get on the jet. When anyone is injured, myself included, you always make sure to stay near to help out. I remember once you even helped make me get dressed when you heard me grunting in my room after I broke my arm. I looked ridiculous and was pissed off stuck in that damn shirt. To me, you were a knight in fucking armor coming to my rescue. The metal arm was the perfect accessory. You love Disney movies and steal mine but always put them back thinking that I don't know. But they help with your nightmares, right?"

You weren't sure of the look on his face. He was confused and unsure why you would've seen such details in the mundane...in him. "Why?" You looked out at the others playing some sort of game in the main room and sat up. "Because your worth knowing Buck. Now get your ass up and let's go get out game on." Despite being in the open air, you felt like you couldn't breathe and you needed to get out.

When you walked inside, there were few seats left but you found one nestled between Clint and Steve. You sat down and risked a glance at Buck who stood against the wall with his arms crossed. Clint leaned in and in a sing-song voice taunted. "Looks like someones got their metal all twisted. I'm so proud of you. Nat taught you well." Nat was at his feet and hit him in the balls." He grunted and bit his lip. She smirked. "Girl talk?" She looked over at Wanda who was enamored with Vision, "C'mon Steve, we need your womanly views." His brows stitched together. " You got up and followed her. "You heard me. Up, Soldier Boy." He followed you all to the kitchen and Sharon just chuckled at you.

"Remind me why I am here with you two?" You all took a few shots. "Y/N needs a pep talk about your geriatric friend and his difficult nature." He took his shot. "Oh, that...again." You swatted his rock hard abs like it would actually do a damn thing. Like a Fiat hitting a tank. "I don't need a pep talk. I was doing a damn good job."

Nat hopped up on the counter. "Fuck off. You looked awkward and he looked pissed." You rolled your eyes. "He always looks pissed. I mean when was the last time he was actually laid. Although I did see him jerking off on a video..common room too." They both got silent while you blushed and chuckled. Oh fuckity fuck. What were you thinking? "Forget I said that." Nat narrowed her eyes. "Never. Lets put a bookmark in this and come back later."

"So what's the game plan you two. My Bucky gurus? My only rule is I don't want to get drunk. I know he can't but I don't want to either." Steve nodded. "Fair enough. Any reason though." You blushed and found the floor interested. "Fuck...if you must know Rogers, noisy bitch...if something happens I want to remember it. Plus its less likely to happen if I'm drunk, you guys may be assholes at times, but you're gentlemen. He wouldn't touch me if I'm drunk." Steve nodded and Nat took another shot.

"Alright...You go out there and get close to your man. We will take care of the rest." You scoffed. "Fuck that Nat. Last time said to trust you in that tone I ended up stuck in an Ironman suit and Tony had to help me out with fucking lube and Wade had jacked off all over the outside of it!!" You turned and started to walk out into the living room. Steve was right behind you. "Well, that's because you were also in my suit, doll. What the hell did you expect? You looked like a damn hobbit in it!!" You flicked them both off and stalked over to Bucky who was sitting in the chair now.

He looked up at you while you swallowed hard. "Need something, doll?" You did your best at a seductive smirk. "A seat." He patted his thigh and smirked. "C'mon then." You paused while he took your hand and led you down to his thick thigh, and you sat. You could feel his warm breath on your neck sending that familiar shiver to run through you. "Where'd you go to for so long?"

"Just for a few shots, miss me?" He moved your hair off your shoulder and you tried to hide your tell. "Laura tried to talk to me. Can't be leavin' me alone like that." You turned to him. "You're a big boy. You can say no." He shrugged. "What if I like your company then?" You smirked. "Maybe you should ask for it. Be bold."

Nat broke up your conversation just as it was getting interesting. "Alright, you dirty bitches!!! Truth or dare time." Several people, yourself and Bucky included said, "OH Fuck." While Tony and Clint hooted. This was going to get messy. Wanda smiled as she brought you a drink.

-No Wanda.

-Calm down. It's a Shirley Temple flashing you a knowing smile about you wanting to stay sober.

-Stay outta my head Witch.

She smiled

-Thank you and I love you woman.

-Love you too. Y/N.

Nat smirked and spun the bottle on the table and it landed on Steve. Fucking hell....thank Odin. Steve's laugh echoed in the room. Nat smiled. "Truth or dare Cap?" He smiled. "Dare." She thought it over for a minute and said eeny meeny miny moe between all of the girls in the room.....and it landed on you. Your heart was a flutter and Bucky's hands were leaving bruises on your hips. "Y/N, you have to undress our dearest Cap here and then he has to streak buck ass naked through the house." You knew her intention was to make Bucky jealous and for shits and giggles to embarrass seemingly shy Steve. To her surprise, modest Steve hopped right up and grabbed your wrist. "Have a beautiful woman undress me? Best dare ever!"

You could hear Bucky growl and felt his fingers tear away from you. OH fuckity fuck...this was going to get interesting. .....

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