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thedamageofherdays · 4 years ago

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This week's (16-08-2021 - 22-08-2021) reading log is here. This week's reading log is super duper long and filled with lots of good things (my apologies for the long post, I really could not find a good spot to do a read more). I discovered some new favourites and re-read some old favourites and while I had an intense week personally at least the fics I read were absolutely phenomenal. I do recommend checking out the warnings as some fics are a bit heavier/angstier and you might wanna be prepared. Most of these fics are Stucky but there are a couple of other ships in between.

If you are looking for more fun and/or good things make sure to check out the @marveldisabilitycelebration as well to see all the awesome art, fics, meta, etcetera people created! And while I am mentioning events I am a mod for let me also just quickly mention that sign-ups for the @stuckygiftexchange are still open until the end of the month <3

Favourites are marked with a 🌻 Fics that are only available to AO3 users are marked with a 🔒 and Tumblr fics are marked with a 🍀

🌻 The Bends by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Danbeau, side Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

Memory is not a house you can just walk back into after finding the key you thought you’d lost. It’s a thing you wade into and out of, rewriting it as it rewrites you.

It’s not without its rewards, either - recovering a memory about Maria and Monica, about her life, feels better than socking a thousand bad guys in the face, better than all the photon blasts in the world.

Then again, realising there’s still memories she can’t access, even after all this time, feels like drowning in space.

Not the one out there - the one inside her.

🌻 Sweet & Salty by musette22 @musette22 [Stucky, 3k words, Teen]

Idiots in love. That's it. That's the fic.

When life gives you lemons by moonythejedi394 @moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 34k words, Explicit] (11/15 chapters)

Or 13 Terrible Things to Do With Lemons Other Than Making Lemonade

Steve Rogers is a home health nurse. He works for an agency, which assigned him to the aging Winifred Barnes, the one and only Silent Era Hollywood darling. As her needs increased, she requested the agency assign Steve to her full-time. She could pay for it, so she got it. Steve then moved in with her, becoming her caregiver; he cooked, he cleaned, he managed her medications, he made sure she was comfortable.

Winifred's children treated him less than ideally. He was the help, after all. And then Steve had the audacity to go and turn out to be eldest son James Barnes's soulmate. No one saw that coming.

🍀 SamRhodey Tumblr Fic by ipoiledi [SamRhodey, ? words, Teen?]

“Wilson, this is Rhodey; Rhodey, Wilson,” Tony Stark says, and suddenly some six foot tall sexy guy is shoved right in front of Sam, and they both stumble a little, bumping into each other. This is a crowded party. “You guys have things in common, right?” Stark asks. “Uh, Army stuff. Talk about that. I hate wallflowers; stop wallflowering and talk to each other.”

Shorteralls by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 6k words, Explicit]

The first time Bucky ever saw Steve Rogers, he was struck by how Neanderthal-like his response was. It was immediately followed by a bout of mental scolding. The second time was just about the same. The third time, it was actually appropriate for Bucky to start a conversation with him, at which point he was determined to be the gentleman.

No such luck. Steve Rogers is, always has been and always will be, a relentless flirt. These days, Bucky's Neanderthal-ist feelings about Steve are consensual and highly appreciated. More so now that they're having a baby.

what the fuck are perfect places anyway by tigerlilycorinne [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

Steve clears his throat and stands. “Well, I should head in. I might want to begin packing.”

Bucky stills. “You won’t,” he says, trying to sound commanding. It only comes out uncertain. “Don’t.”

Steve shakes his head. “Maybe not tonight,” he says, and Bucky knows they’ll be discussing this again soon.

“Then stay. Play… play cards with me or something.”

Steve’s eyebrows jump up, his mouth tugging up in another of his bemused smiles that do things to Bucky’s insides, but he drops his hand from the doorway and steps back into Bucky’s room. Somehow, Bucky feels as if he’s won—not the war, just the battle.

Steve won’t stay forever. But he’ll stay for cards.

Steve and Bucky, on the run after Civil War (with a few alterations to canon), are laying low in Wakanda. But they can’t stay there forever.

🌻 honestly thought i’d be dead by now, but what you can trust is that i need your touch by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 105k words, Explicit]

Bucky is 37 years old; he’s unmarried, hasn’t had a Sub of his own, is definitely not ripped, comfortable at his job as an Advanced Practice RN at Brooklyn General ER, and just got his Five Years coin from AA.

Steve is 26 years old; he’s unmarried, his last and only Dom has Alzheimer's, he's worryingly muscular, uncomfortable in his job as the government’s poster Alpha for masculinity and strength, and worries more than he should about his BMI.

Unfortunately, Steve and Bucky meet initially in a not-cute moment. Bucky’s tired as shit thanks to the sudden alien invasion that shook New York and Steve is tired as shit because he hasn’t slept more than 20 minutes at a time in – well, since 1936, probably. Bucky’s Alpha instincts get irritated at the sudden presence of another "Alpha" into his territory and Steve’s suppressed submissive tendencies latch onto this grumpy bachelor Alpha and he only suppresses it further.

Bucky’s grumpiness and Steve’s duckling impressionism aside, both of them are a mess. But since both of them are a mess? Their messes seem to fit pretty well together.

Deep Sea Diving by Aida Ronan [Stucky, 5k words, Explicit]

Steve's wallowing in heat-related misery under a shade tree in Central Park when a man walks by in bright red booty shorts and a crop top. RIP Steve Rogers. It was nice knowing you.

honey, make this easy by steebadore [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

Bucky likes the way he looks. His silk button up with the tiny gold polka dots feels soft on his skin and is tailored perfectly; no pulling at his chest or belly. His hair falls in shiny dark waves and his skin is smooth and dewy. He looks expensive. He looks taken care of. He looks like Steve’s.

🌻 let's take it back to the start by howdoyousleep @howdoyousleep3 [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

How it all began.

This sleepwalking through my life. by barthelme [Stucky, 1k words, Explicit]

The internet is an interesting place and when Bucky came home (or, when he came to live with Steve), Steve did a lot of research. Apparently, it’s not safe to wake a sleepwalker. He assumes that waking a sleepwalker with traumatic dreams and PTSD is beyond just being frowned upon.

And he tells himself--has told himself--that this is safer for Bucky. That if he were to stop him and wake him up, that Bucky would be mortified to be slurping on his best friend’s cock. That all of the improvements he’s made would be lost, would be repressed, would be just--

They’d be back at square one.

So he lets Bucky do it.

🌻 the way i've been craving by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

"Lunch break at 12:30. My office. Hope you’re hungry…"

It’s the ellipsis that sends Bucky’s insides swimming warmly, his heart beating twice as fast against his ribs where he sits in class. Senator Rogers is concise, direct, to the point. Without an ellipsis this is lunch, this is a meeting. With it though?

This is a booty call.

nasty but classy by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 4k words, Explicit]

“No, you don’t have to know the purpose, that doesn’t matter. Nat showed me this challenge where couples drink a lot of wine and get drunk together but they can’t touch each other. And whoever touches the other first has to...has to give the other head.”

🌻 Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash [Stucky, 20k words, Explicit]

Steve and Bucky have a one night stand that turns into a friends with benefits situation. A weekend snowed in at Bucky’s apartment brings to light how much that really doesn’t suit either one of them.

Greetings to the New Brunette by victoria_p (musesfool) [Stucky, 10k words, General]

"You said he should have a hobby. That it would help."

"I meant, like, knitting or coin collecting. Motocross, if he was feeling antsy. A baby's not a hobby. It's lifetime commitment."

🌻 Rogers & Barnes: Partners by triedunture [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

Steve and Bucky have to pose as a couple for a mission. Nat insists it really is the only option. She's checked.

The complication: unbeknownst to even Natasha, Steve and Bucky's friendship has been rocky ever since Bucky confessed his tender feelings and Steve left him out in the cold. Can asexual, completely-in-love-with-his-angry-best-friend Steve complete the mission and win Bucky's heart?

(The answer is yes. Yay!)

this will be our year (took a long time to come) by biblionerd07 [Stucky, 4k words, General]

Bucky's therapist is worried he's using Steve as a crutch and wants him to try going on outings without Steve. It wouldn't be terrible, honestly, if Bucky could just manage to open his mouth and say something to Steve.

I'll hold my breath by Little_Lottie (tfwatson) [Stucky, 8k words, Mature]

Sometimes Bucky’s hands flex in Steve's direction. Neither of them knows exactly why, but at least one of them has a hunch.

Bucky touches everything but Steve, even though Steve is all he really wants to touch.

Start from the Beginning by Mumble_Bee [Stucky, 13k words, Explicit]

What about a sex pollen fic where the pollen-ed one doesn’t remember getting hit in the face with a sex flower, and wakes up midway through the depollenating?

Or: the one where Steve wakes up on his back with a stranger buried balls-deep in his ass.

Match by emphasisonem [Stucky, 4k words, Mature]

The situation’s actually kind of funny from the right perspective, Bucky thinks as he reads the message for what feels like the hundredth time. He’s finally matched with a hot, funny guy. Tall and broad and clean cut. An absolutely breathtaking smile. Bucky’s walking wet dream. And he’s good. They haven’t messaged on the app, but Bucky already knows him.

He knows him because Steve Rogers is an art history professor at his university. His art history professor.

Best friends and married since childhood by StuckySituation [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Inspired by @/peterssquill's post in tumblr: "bucky and steve got married on the playground when they were like eight and though neither of them would ever admit it to anyone, even each other, they still consider it official"

~♥~ ♥~ ♥~

“Natasha, stop trying to set me up with every woman you meet, I’m-”

“Too shy? Too scared?”

“No, I’m-”

“Too busy? You’re mostly retired these days, not a good excuse anymore.” Natasha smirks and then drawls: “Or just too gay?”

Steve flushes at that, even if isn’t true -- he’s bisexual, not gay. “Let it go, Nat, I’m not looking for anything. I’m already married, for fuck’s sake.”

Clearly not what she expected. “What.”

Steve grimaces. He didn’t mean to tell anyone that, ever.

“Sorry, can’t talk about it right now!” he says and jumps out of the plane.

Nobody Should Be Alone on a Holiday by emphasisonem [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

“So, um-” Bucky begins speaking again, pulling Steve from his less-than-work-appropriate thoughts. The brunet has shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark slacks, and he’s shifting from one foot to the other as he smiles shyly. “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot,” Steve grins, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his broad chest. Bucky swallows deeply as one of his hands comes up to pull at the collar of his button-up, and Steve can’t help following the motion of his Adam’s apple.

“I was, uh-” Bucky continues- “That is, I heard you don’t have Thanksgiving plans?”

In which Bucky finds out that Steve's going to be alone on Thanksgiving and invites his coworker to spend the holiday with him.

🌻 It's Been A Long Season Through by thiccbuckybarnes @thiccbuckybarnesfic [Stucky, 49k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes is in desperate need of a change in scenery, which is why he makes the foolhardy decision to quit his job, leave his asshole of a fiance, pack up his life, and move to his grandfather’s old farm all within a single day.

He expects confusion, hardship, and maybe even failure. But love? He wasn’t expecting that.

Or, a Stucky Stardew Valley AU that nobody but me wanted and that’s ok.

oh, peach pit, where'd the hours go? by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 10k words, Explicit]

Can't see the forest for the trees.

Or, Steve learns that just because he and Bucky got their happily ever after, it doesn’t mean the past won’t come back to bite them.

I'll find my way by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 725 words, Teen]

Steve had watched Bucky fall, and nothing had been the same since.

AU-gust day 19: Daemons

special delivery by glim @glim [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

It's not that Steve's bad at taking care of himself when he gets sick; he just wishes he didn't have to all the time.

At least he can order most of what he needs online. That's some small comfort, that he can have soup and ice cream and everything else brought to his door.

at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by spacebuck @spacebuck [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

🌻 Rock On! by millesable @marvelousescapism [Clintasha, 700 words, General]

“Hey, Romanoff!”

He lifted his hand, index finger and pinky finger raised, thumb out, all other fingers tucked. Their secret sign; their confession for the world to see, safe in the knowledge that the world wasn’t listening.

“Rock on!”

🌻 You Like the Way I Look by dontcallmebree @iamthe-wo-manwhocan [Stucky, 2k words, Explicit]

Bucky sidles up to him, hand boldly coming to rest on his chest. “What about you, big guy? Care for a dance?” Steve watches Bucky’s eyes twinkle with satisfaction, somehow already knowing he’s got Steve on the hook.

A decade out of the ice, Steve Rogers returns to New York. Reeling from a battle against the Chitauri, a night with the troublesome Bucky Barnes might be just what he needs.

Join the Rebellion by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 765 words, Teen]

Bucky knew he shouldn't be out after curfew, but he couldn't resist the urge. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew it was where he wanted to be.

AU-gust day 20: Dystopia

🔒 Five Days in December by mywingsareonwheels @mywingsareonwheels [Evanstan, 4k words, Teen]

“Shit shit shit shit...” muttered Chris to himself, glad that the sound of piped Christmas carols was drowning out his swearing amid the picture books. Most of the store was heaving even though it was Sunday, he’d been recognised at least three times, finding presents for all of his nieces and nephews was proving far more of a headache than expected, and he’d just sent a pile of copies of "Strictly No Elephants" tumbling off the bookshelf.

He scrambled about trying to pick them all up, and then dropped them again as someone bumped right into his backside. He lost his balance, caught himself against a bookcase, and a landslide of "Carter Is a Painter’s Cat" joined "Strictly No Elephants" on the floor. He yelped.

“Ah fuck, I’m so sorry… Chris!”

* * * * * * * * * *

London, December 2021. Amid cats, books, and the cold English drizzle, Chris finds everything he was hoping for and thought he would never have.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Reaching for Fire by dixons_mama @dixons-mama [Stucky, 7k words, Explicit]

Bucky has always felt a fire in his heart (and other body parts) when it came to his boss, Steve Rogers, but he's made sure to never feed those flames. When he finds out about Steve's second job, though, he's tempted to let that fire out.

i've been dreaming of a face like yours by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

Bucky is about to busy himself with making a small dinner for himself when he stops in his tracks at the figure drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and smirking at him.

It’s Steve.

“Surprise, sweet boy,” he says before setting his cup down.

Or, PWP reunion sex

🌻 Somewhere, Under Your Skin by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 16k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes treats himself to a one-night stand after having a very bad no good day.

The sex is good--great, even. Might be the best sex of his life.

But Bucky wouldn’t have slept with the guy if he had known that he was going to continuously run into him every day for the next fucking month.

Or, a Big Grump Bucky has a hot one night stand with a college kid who is popping up everywhere in his everyday life and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

(Written for HYBB Bingo Square: Grumpy Bucky)

i've played heartstrings before but not in your key by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 11k words, Explicit]

He glances down, seeing a folded couple of papers, before peering up at Bucky. The older man is biting his bottom lip, making it pretty and red. Steve wants to run his tongue across where his teeth are digging into his flesh.

"What's this?" Steve asks, setting his phone down, emails forgotten. Bucky shrugs and looks away.

"I dunno. You tell me, genius," he says, sounding bratty enough that it makes Steve's dick twitch in his pants. Jesus, there has to be something wrong with him.

Steve glances once more at Bucky, who now has his arms crossed against his chest and is pointedly not looking at Steve, before picking up the stack of folded papers. He opens them, seeing a collection of maybe five or six sheets of paper. His eyes immediately land on the list of familiar words with negative next to each one. -- Or, Steve Rogers is a jealous, possessive little shit that wants nothing more than to mark up his boyfriend and stake his claim. And Bucky knows it. (And he likes it.)

🌻 I'm Home (With You) by BonkyBornes @padfoot-and-the-marauders [Stucky, 2k words, General]

In any other circumstance, the apartment would've been perfect. But it was today, and the fact that he was here meant he wasn’t out searching. He knew they hadn’t had any leads for weeks and he knew Natasha was right; all three of them were exhausted and a break would do them good. It just felt wrong to Steve that he was comfortable while Bucky was still out there—somewhere. Probably cold. Probably hungry.

The knock came again. Sighing, Steve unwrapped his hand from the dog tags and remembered how to move. Cold wind and snow greeted him when he opened the door. The solitary figure was walking down the steps, collar popped against the chill.

“Did you need something?” he called.

The person stopped. They were still. And then they turned. *

Or, the Christmas Steve deserved after Winter Soldier.

The portrait by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 915 words, General]

Steve Rogers has a Gift. He can help people find their soulmates, all he needs is some art supplies, a quiet place, and eye contact.

AU-gust day 21: soulmates

Maybe A Muse by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

When Bucky Barnes needs extra money, he’s appalled that his best friends think he should become a model for the art department on campus. Shy, nerdy, and socially awkward, he’s not sure that’s something he feels comfortable doing. Still, he needs money, and he likes the idea of becoming someone’s muse. The problem is he had no idea two things would happen. First, one of the students in the class is exactly his type; second, he has to model nude.

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goliath-de-senfina-sango · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Wesley Weston Characters: Danny Fenton, Wesley Weston, Jazz Fenton, Maddie Fenton Additional Tags: Walker is mentioned repeatedly, Phantom Family AU, Revelations, being a lil shit is genetic apparently, Danny swears in stars and constellations and space stuff, Wes swears with cuss words Summary: Prompt from Tumblr: I wish you would write a fic about Danny being a little shit to Vlad by revealing him to Wes. Wes comes over and nearly gets Danny’s half life ended, which leads to further family revelations that leave Danny’s head spinning.

Danny Fenton was having a weird and not particularly pleasant week. His Dad had finally encountered the Box Ghost, who took one look at him and glitched out like a Bethesda character before apparently regaining his memories. Apparently, the Box Ghost was Jason Fenton, older brother of Jack Fenton. The Box Ghost was Danny’s Uncle. That was weird as fuck to discover, especially when he implied that Box Lunch would be a person he’d have to deal with soonish. He was going to have a cousin. His already living cousin, Wes, had decided later that week to ruin Danny’s life by asking him right in front of Jazz and Mom if he still had that giant green dog thing he’d crashed a game with. Danny dragged him up to the third floor of Fentonworks, shoved him into his room, and learned very quickly that Wes had figured out that he was Phantom the moment he focused on him. “Orion, man, you can’t just imply I’m a ghost in front of Mom or Dad!” “Why not?” Wes stared at him like he’d grown a second head - he hadn’t, he knew the sensation - and Danny took a moment to redirect the energy surging to his eyes over his skin and outward. It blanketed the room in a wave and left what Tucker had described as the feeling of touching an old tv and feeling static on your fingers all over the place. Wes rubbed his arm and raised a brow at him. “Wes, tell me what Jack Fenton is going to think if you tell him ‘hey that ghost kid you shoot at all the time is your kid’? Actually, no, how the fuck did you even figure it out?” “You look like you put on your suit and then someone turned on the color inversion filter on their camera. Blue skin, white hair, black and white suit.” Wes paused and poked Danny’s cheek, looking him in the eye. “Your eyes should be orange instead of green though if that were the whole case. How’d this happen? Last time I talked to you, you n Tucker were talking about building a motorcycle that could fly.” “The hoverbike has sorta been put on hold, I’ll admit,” Danny grumbled, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. He pulled his hands away from his face and Wes was still there, tall and stupid and overly observant. “If I tell you what happened, do you promise not to out me to my parents?” “I-should I treat this like you’re in the closet?” Wes snorted at the idea. “Closeted dead guy. Alright, I can get that. But uh, if you’re dead, why are you still…” he wiggled his hand and then gestured at Danny’s room. “In a house with ghost hunters?” “Well, to start with, I’m not actually dead. Not entirely, anyway.” Danny sat down on his bed and Wes followed, and after taking a moment to triple check that Vlad’s bugs weren’t in his room with another wave of energy, Danny told Wes the story of the Accident. It was a short story, but he was slow about it. He’d never really discussed it with anyone, Sam and Tucker just sort of knew better than to bring it up and Jazz probably thought he’d tell her himself in his own time. By the time he finished, Wes looked almost as uncomfortable with the situation as Danny felt. “You know, not to sound like a cheesy 90’s cartoon character but this is why you shouldn’t give in to peer pressure.” Danny snorted and laughed at that, and Wes grinned even when Danny elbowed him. “Ok, so I’m putting together that you did a bunch of dumb shit and found yourself decided to be a superhero. What the fuck was up with the dog, or the mayor getting kidnapped? Your eyes were fuckin red when you stole a bunch of shit that one time too.” “Ok in order of what all happened: Axiom labs euthanized their guard dogs and one of them came looking for his squeaky toy but forgot where it was and no matter how many times I shoved Cujo back into the portal-” “ Cujo ?” Wes snorted and ruffled Danny’s hair. “Have you been reading the stuff Sam gives you or did your emo phase just never really end? You have the emo bangs.” “I do not!” Danny huffed, running a hand through his curly hair that, well, Wes couldn’t really ruin a mess, could he? “You’re the one with actual bangs, sasquatch hunter.” “Acknowledging that Big Foot is real doesn’t mean I’m gonna go and shoot it.” Wes crossed his arms and rested them on Danny’s head. “By the way, any idea when that growth spurt is due?” “Bold words for someone with his shins within targeting range.” “I can and will put you in a headlock Astroboy.” “I can slam dunk you through a hoop like your precious balls.” Wes said nothing to this and simply leaned more onto Danny’s head. “If I snap my neck because of you I’m suing. Anyway no matter how often I yeeted Cujo back into the Ghost Zone-” “I beg of you to call it something cooler. Call it the afterlife even, just. Please.” “He just kept digging his way out. So, I looked at his tag, saw that he came from Axiom, and we ended up in there, while getting shot at by the Red Huntress-” “Valerie, right?” “H-” “She appeared as the Huntress literally the same time the dog shit was happening, and I am getting increasingly worried that no one has noticed that she sounds the same in her Red Huntress suit as she does in the Nasty Burger mascot suit.” Wes dropped his arms to Danny’s shoulder, but still rested his chin in his hair, humming loudly. Danny slid into that spot between and snorted when Wes fell onto the bed. “I can’t tell you how pissed she was that I outed her to her dad about being the Huntress so that she wouldn’t get herself killed fighting Pariah Dark. Pretty sure if you tell her or anyone else about that, she’ll shoot you.” “I mean, it’d probably get her swarmed by so much hostility she stops shooting at you, so that’d be a plus. I’d just come back and bug you anyway.” “You’re a jerk, but I guess you’re alright.” Danny flopped back. “The mayor thing was a ghost, this douche bag prison warden named Walker in the GZ who decided that since I broke out of his prison I owe him over a thousand years and he’d make my home a prison instead.” Wes stared at him, clasped his hands flat against each other, and took a deep breath. “There are so many things wrong in that sentence. Why were you in ghost prison?” “I did ghost crimes.” Wes looked and sounded like he was in some deal of pain, and Danny couldn’t help but grin. “Dad’s anniversary present for Mom fell through the portal while I was cleaning up by shooting things into their proper place,” he covered Wes’ mouth as he opened it, “and so I flew in after it, but it was a ‘real world item’ as though the Ghost Zone is fake somehow, and that was ‘Against The Rules’ according to Walker.” Danny rolled his eyes. “I got the present out and back to Dad but I had to like, get to him at your mom’s place.” “Did you fly all the way from Minnesota to Arkansas for a present?” “Arcturus, no, not with my powers.” Danny laughed, laying back on his bed. “That’d take me like, 8 hours at top speed. No, I used the Speeder.” “Have you modified it to get into space?” “Not yet.” “Do you have permission to mod it for space travel?” “Do I have permission to be dead?” “Touche.” “Anyway, Walker is stronger than me, even when possessing a human, so when all eyes and cameras were on me he possessed the mayor and dragged me back inside to make it look like I was dragging him in. Whole invasion was his idea.” “Danny?” “And then with the robberies when my eyes were red, did you know about Circus Gothica? Cause me and some other ghosts were under the control of the ring master of the circus, Freakshow, who had this freakin crystal ball thing that could control ghosts attached to his staff. It shattered after a very long fall, thank Astrea.” “That’s really fucked up. You’ve had a fucked up life.” “Yeah.” Danny shrugged. “I guess I have.” “Know what’s more fucked up about this?” Wes had a too big grin on his face and Danny narrowed his eyes. “Do you remember my mom’s last name?” “Wal..ker… no. ” The two of them were thundering down the stairs in seconds, Danny half shouting in the livingroom. “ Mom was your dad, by chance, a law enforcement officer, or jail warden or something?” Mom looked up at him from the staff she was tinkering with on the table - note to self, sterilize the table before dinner - and blinked at him a couple of times before smiling and nodding. “Why yes, he did. Warden James Lamont Walker ran the Spittoon prison when he was alive. He was a good man, if a bit strict. To my and Alicia’s fury and grief he was murdered during a prison break.” Mom stared off in the distance, the air around her curling with a dark cold that Danny was sure only he could see. Then she softened up a bit and smiled softly at them. “Why?” “No reason, auntie, I was just curious about something and Danny thought we should ask you.” Wes played with the hem of his shirt while maintaining eye contact and Danny wondered if he had a tell for awkwardness like that. Then he realized he was rubbing the back of his neck. “Do you have any pictures of him?” “Oh, yes! They’re in the shed! My boxes are actually labelled.” “Uh oh, careful, Dad might hear of organization and come to tear it up,” Danny said with a laugh, half dragging Wes out the back door. When they were out of his mom’s considerable ear shot, Danny said softly, but with feeling, “Fuck.” “Got locked up by grandpa, huh? That’s like, the worst way to get grounded ever .” Wes snickered and watched Danny run-walk up to the shed, hand glowing so softly you could only see it by staring directly at it as he turned the knob. “There are odds, slim ones, that this is a whole different Walker. It might even be his first name.” “Who the hell names their kid Walker?” “Walter, Wayne and Wesley Weston.” “Alright then.” For a few minutes the two of them searched through the mess known as the Fenton Family Shed for a box with a label neither had thought to ask for. Eventually, they found one labeled Scrapbooks and carefully eased it out of the mess of it all. “Y’knonw, Danny,” Wes said as they opened the box and started flipping through scrapbooks with just enough care not to damage them. “I’m feelin kinda good about investigating a ghost with you. Is this how it is with you n your boyfriend and best friend?” Danny almost tore a page out, turning to stare at Wes. He must’ve felt the temperature drop for a second because he looked up with a raised brow. “What?” “Boyfriend?” “Tucker. Tucker Foley.” Danny’s jaw dropped and Wes’ confusion morphed into a shit eating grin. “You know, Tucker spends most of his time with you Foley? The one you build shit with all the time? The nerd that you get sick in sync with? I’ve seen you lose a pencil and then he puts one behind your ear while you look for the one you lost. You made him a custom gaming computer disguised as a console.” Danny’s face burned red as a tomato at this point and he shoved Wes. “Shut up I’m not dating Tucker!” “I have to ask Jazz about this now, you’re killing me.” Wes snorted and flipped a page. He blinked down at the scrapbook and pointed at a picture. “James Walker. This look anything like him?” Danny took the book and looked at the picture. Looked at the several pictures of the man with his daughters, wearing a black pinstriped suit in a handful of them. And he let out a long, loud groan. “I hate this week, I hate it so much.” Wes started cackling and Danny scowled. “That reminds me.” He kicked Wes in the shins and grinned. “Much better. Also, Wes, I gotta tell you. I’m not one of a kind, as far as my living status goes.” “Oh what, there’s another Schrodinger’s little shit flying around out there?” Wes rubbed his ankle and hissed. “Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but that fruitloop we call a mayor may have been elected because he possessed literally everyone that was voting.” Wes went silent and stared at him, and Danny nodded. “Think you can pester him instead of me? He wants to kill Dad and thinks that he can get Mom if he does that.” “Danny. My Dad works for Masters.” “This puts you in the perfect position to mess with him, I say. Just act like you’re there to see your dad.” “You oblivious asshole. I fuckin love you, cous.” “Same here, skyscraper.”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Wes Weston #Jazz Fenton #Maddie Fenton #Walker #james walker #Box Ghost #fanfiction #fanphiction #phanfiction #phanphiction #phanfic #fanfic #fanphic #phanphic #prompt fill #Rexy Writes #Phantom Family AU

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avintagekiss24 · 5 years ago

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Piper’s Creek [8/10]

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 4183

Warnings: language

Rating: M (for language)

Link: AO3

Summary: Sam Wilson is a simple man. He likes to do simple things, like going fishing on a warm summer day. Little does Sam know, this fishing trip will not only lead him to his soulmate, but into a world of ancient folklore.

Square Filled: K3 - Request/Demand for @buckybarnesbingo

G1 - No Powers AU for @stuckybingo2019

A/N: As I stated on ao3, things move quickly in this one. My long winded ass had already blown past the word count that I had provided to the mods and my artist for SWBB, so I had to condense the angst because I was getting out of control, lol.

Art by @waltermittie

Weeks have passed. Sam was keeping track at first, but the longer the days grew, the deeper his sadness became. It wasn’t healthy to obsess, so he just put it behind him. Steve, Bucky, all of it. He focused on work, enrolled in a gourmet baking class with Wanda, and spent every free moment he had with his nephews. Before he knew it, the leaves were orange and brown, the temperature was quickly dropping, and the smell of pumpkin spice latte filled with air.

His summer fling was long gone.

Sam sits in his office, tapping away at his computer as he slides his eyes back toward the papers in front of him. He much preferred being on the floor, or working the drive up window, but home loans require paperwork, and paperwork means his mind stays busy. He didn’t want to lose anymore time thinking about what was out in the woods.

His bluetooth speaker plays softly from the corner of the room as the wind crashes against the tall windows behind him. The sky is grey and cloudy, spreading a dullness throughout his office. He hums along with Brooks and Dunn as they croon about a Neon Moon and submits a young couples’ application, grabbing his pen to sign his name at the bottom of the forms.

He registers the sound of the chiming front doors in his ears, but focuses back on the paperwork before him as he hears Natasha’s muffled voice. He returns his attention to his screen as the promising couples’ application comes back pre-approved. He prints out the status, staples it to their folders and throws it in his outgoing tray, before moving on to the next application. A soft knock sounds, and he peeks up to find Natasha standing in his door frame.

“Do you have a minute? There’s some guy who wants to speak with you.”

Sam glances back at his computer, “Um, you can’t take him for me? I want to try and get these processed before the weekend.”

“I tried, he said you are the only one that can help him.”

Sam leans back in his chair, a confused look on his face, “Really? That’s kinda- ”

“Kinky, I know.” She smiles, wiggling her eyebrows at him, “He’s pretty good lookin’ from what I can tell.”

“From what you can tell?”

She shrugs as she crosses her arms over her chest, glancing back at the tall stranger standing in the open lobby, “He’s got a Yankee cap and sunglasses hiding his face. He’s tall though,” her words fade as she steals another glance, “Nice broad shoulders.”

Sam laughs, holding up his hand, “Okay, okay, calm down. Send him in.”

Natasha waves the man forward as Sam starts tapping on his keyboard again, “Just give me one second, and I’m all yours,” he says as he picks up on movement in the corner of his eye. He locks his computer screen and pauses the music on his phone, before turning toward his prospective client, “I’m Sam. How can I help you today?”

The man dips his head to remove his sunglasses as he clears his throat, “Hey Sam.”

Sam’s breath hitches in his throat as Steve smiles nervously at him. He tightens his jaw and presses his lips into a hard line as he leans back into his chair, “What are you doing here?”

Steve runs his hand through his slightly longer hair and rubs the back of his neck, “I was um, I was wondering if we could talk? If you have time, that is.”

Sam pushes away from his desk and stands, moving to the door, “I don’t. I have a lot of stuff I need to get through.”

“Sam,” Steve starts.

“No, don’t-” Sam stops, taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes to control himself, “Don’t Sam, me. You made yourself plenty clear, and so did I. I’m done, and I am trying to move on, so,” he stretches his hand toward the door, “Please.”

Steve nods slowly as he drops his head between his heavy shoulders. He leans forward, placing his elbows on his thighs as he holds his fist in his palm, “He won’t talk to me,” he says quietly as he stares at the carpet below his feet, “There is so much distance between us.”

“So that’s what you came here for? To make yourself feel better?” Sam asks as he squints his dark eyes at Steve, “I’m not going to ease your conscience for you. That is not my job.”

“I’m not saying it is.” Steve answers, turning his wrist over to gaze at Bucky’s name, “I had nothing when I met Bucky. My parents had died years before, I didn’t have many friends because I was in and out of the hospital my entire life.” He pauses as he runs his fingers lightly over Bucky’s name, “When I met him, I just… there wasn’t even a plan B for me. I let him imprint on me that night. I woke up like this, and we left. That was that.”

Sam crosses his arms over his chest and slides his eyes to the wall-length windows behind his desk, before sending them back to Steve, “I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me,” he says as he chews the inside of his cheek.

“I’m trying to say that I realize that just because it was an easy decision for me to drop everything, doesn’t mean that it’ll be easy for you.” He takes a breath before turning his head to make eye contact with Sam, “I had nothing, but you have a whole life and people who need you, and that wasn’t fair of me to tell you that you can’t see them anymore.” He shakes his head, dropping it again, “That’s not for me to say. That’s between you and Bucky, and I’m sorry.”

Sam glances away from him again as he shifts his weight on his feet. He opens his mouth, but shuts it again when he can’t form any words, “I don’t - I don’t know what you want me to say, Steve.” He says after a moment, his mind racing.

“Say you’ll come back.”

Sam shakes his head, “I can’t. I can’t do that.”

“Yes you can. We can work through this, okay? I’ll do whatever you two want me to do. I love him, and I don’t want to see him hurting like this.” Sam’s expression softens as Steve continues to speak, “He needs you, Sam. I know that you need him too, and there’s no sense in any of us having to keep living like this.”

Steve stands, placing his hat back on his head, “I have a reservation at Canlis tonight, 7:30pm. Please come.”

“I don’t,” Sam drips his head, “I don’t know if I can.” He whispers.

“It’s not for me.” Steve answers, “Come for him.”

He places his hand on Sam’s shoulder, letting it linger for just a second before he steps out of his office. Sam lets out a breath that he wasn’t even aware he was holding as he watches Steve step out into the parking lot. Natasha peeks out of her office, glancing toward the parking lot before shuffling back to Sam’s office. Her eyes are wide as they shift between his, picking up that his visitor wasn’t there to open an account.

“Who was that?” She watches as he moves back around his desk and falls in his chair.

He leans back and brings his fingers to his lips as his mind races, “That was Steve.”

Natasha gasps as she glances back toward the front doors, “Captain Asshole?” She whispers as she walks further into his office, “What did he want?”

“He uh, he wants me to have dinner with them tonight, I guess so we can talk. He apologized for everything that went down.”

Her mouth drops open as she tucks her hair behind her ear, “You don’t sound excited.”

“Why should I be excited? Words don’t mean shit, Nat.”

“Sam.”

He widens his eyes at her, “What? Show me some action, I don’t want empty promises.”

“He came all the way into the city to talk to you. That’s not action? Maybe he’s willing to compromise.”

Sam shifts his eyes around the room as the gears turn in his head , “He’s just trying to make himself feel better. Mr. Nice Guy all of a sudden.”

Natasha rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest, “Samuel Thomas. Don’t be stubborn. You’re going.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, you’re going. Don’t make me call Wanda.”

Sam stares at her and she stares right back, tilting her head slightly as she purses her lips.

“Nat, it is not that easy, okay? I don’t know what to say to Bucky after all of this time.” Sam shrugs, “I meant what I said. I’m not going to give up my entire life and the people I love for some guy. It’s not worth it.”

“You’ll figure out what to say. You can’t just ignore your destiny, Sam. No matter how hard you try. If Steve is willing to -“

“It’s not about him, that’s the problem,” Sam says, cutting her off, “It’s between me and Bucky. It has nothing to do with him.”

She cocks her head to the side, “That’s not true. He has just as much stake in this as you do. Jesus, now I can see why you two don’t get along. Captain Asshole, meet Chief Master Sergeant Dickweed over here.” Sam rolls his eyes and slumps down in his chair, “I understand that your circumstances aren’t exactly what you had hoped for, and meshing three lives is a whole hell of a lot harder than just two, but you can’t fight this one, Sam. Just go and hear them out.”

“You sound like my mother,” Sam grumbles.

Natasha smiles in return and heads back into her office, leaving Sam to stew in his new emotions. She grabs her phone and taps on Wanda’s name before placing it to her ear, “You will never guess who was just up here,” she says as soon as Wanda answers.

“Who?”

“Our new sperm donor.”

-----

Bucky pulls at his dark blue suit jacket before tugging at the collar of his black dress shirt. He’s uncomfortable at best, and scared as hell at worst as he steps out of the truck. He runs his hands through his slicked back hair as he clears his throat and glances around the packed sidewalk. Steve crosses around the front of the truck and stretches his hand towards Bucky, who gladly accepts it before they cross the street. He keeps his head down, watching his loafers and the backs of Steve’s heels as they push inside.

He stays behind Steve as he speaks with the hostess, keeping their fingers intertwined. The hostess takes them immediately to their seats - a small table on the second floor, right up against the windows that overlook the city below. A small candle burns in the middle of the table, sitting atop the white linen table cover. Bucky sits next to the empty third chair, while Steve sits in front of him, smiling softly as Bucky glances around nervously.

“Why are there three chairs?” Bucky asks, picking at the table cloth.

Steve shrugs, “Maybe they just forgot to take it. What’s wrong?”

Bucky shrugs, his eyes wide as he bites the inside of his cheek, “This is weird.”

Steve laughs as he takes a sip of his water, “What’s weird about it?”

“We don’t ever come to places like this.” Bucky squints, causing Steve to laugh a little harder, “You buying me these clothes and everything. I’m nervous.”

“You look nice. Blue always looks good on you.” Bucky rolls his eyes and clears his throat of the nerves he’s feeling, drawing another laugh from Steve, “I’m trying to do something nice for you. You said we never go out, so,”

Bucky smiles sheepishly, tucking his hair behind his ear. He leans up close to the table and reaches across, grabbing Steve’s hand, “Sorry. This is really nice. Thank you.”

“I just want to make you happy.” Steve smiles, “It’s been a while since I’ve made you smile.”

Bucky drops his eyes from Steve’s as he lowers his head again. He’ll admit, he was suspicious of Steve’s motives when he brought up the idea before running off into the city. Steve returned hours later with his get up for him, a fresh haircut, and a simple black suit for himself.

Things had been strained between them for weeks, ever since Sam left. Not many words passed between the two of them, Bucky too depressed to want to talk and Steve sinking into his own head. Steve wouldn’t take no for an answer, practically forcing Bucky into the shower and nearly dressing him his damn self this afternoon. Bucky still thinks something is up, but it’s nice to have a cease fire after being at odds for so long.

Bucky rubs the inside of Steve’s palm with his fingers and smiles back, “You always make me smile.”

Steve rolls his eyes playfully, chuckling again as Bucky’s broad smile finally reaches his eyes. He tilts his wrist, checking the time and glances over his shoulder to see if there’s any sign of the true man of the hour. The two order a bottle of wine and nibble on bread as Steve makes small talk, trying his best to stall as the minutes tick by.

The waiter comes back a few times, Steve shooing him off each time and checking his watch as he continues to glance back toward the stairs. This has to be the first time that he’s actually glad that Bucky is a picky eater.

“I’m ready if you are, babe.” Bucky says, laughing a little as he closes his menu, “Sorry, I’m so slow.”

Steve checks his watch again as it reads 8:17pm, “You sure?”

“Yep.” Bucky nods, “I’m gonna go with the Canlis salad, the Haiga rice, the lamb, and the peach sorbet. Look at me being all fancy.” He laughs.

Steve lets out a breath, his heart sinking. He couldn’t fix it. He plasters another smile on his face, and lifts his hand for the waiter, “Good choice, babe.”

-----

Sam sits in his Challenger, hands gripping the steering wheel as he stares at the back of the Canlis. He drops his eyes to the dashboard and stares at the time as it flashes. 8:15pm. He’s been here for forty five minutes, scared to move. His head hurts, his limbs are shaky, his brain racing a mile a minute. He’s still not sure if he wants to do this. He had made a clean break, why turn back now?

Because you love him.

He sighs heavily as the words bounce around his brain. He missed him so much that it was starting to physically hurt, and no gourmet baking class or home loan mortgages can keep his mind off of it. Just the thought of seeing Bucky again made his heart leap. He takes a breath as he glances up into the rear view mirror. You got this, Sam.

He throws open the door and steps out, pulling down the sleeves of his deep periwinkle, pinstriped jacket. His feet push him forward as he adjusts his grey, polka dotted tie and tugs at the collar of his teal dress shirt. Sam Wilson cannot tell a lie; he’s never been one to miss a chance at getting dressed up.

He moves into the restaurant and flashes a quick smile at the dark, curly haired hostess, “Good evening, welcome to Canlis.”

“Good evening. I’m actually joining a party, Rogers?”

She scans the reservation book and smiles back at him as he steps around the podium, “Right this way sir.”

Sam follows her closely as they wind through the dinner tables and hit the stairs to the second floor. He spots Bucky almost immediately. His heart flutters as Bucky smiles widely, his eyes crinkling at the sides as Steve orders for him. He stops the waitress, “I see them. Thank you.”

She smiles and disappears, leaving Sam alone to stare. He clears his throat, tugging on the bottom of his jacket again before smoothing his hands over the pockets. He waits until the waiter moves from the table and he pushes forward again, shoving his shaking hands in his pockets.

Sam clears his throat as he approaches and lifts his eyes as his famous smirk spreads across his lips, “Sorry I’m late.”

Bucky glances up, and has to do a double take as his mouth drops open. Sam’s smirk widens into a full smile as surprise and disbelief fills Bucky’s face. Steve stands, letting the relief flush through him as he extends his hand toward Sam’s, shaking it quickly before pulling him into a hug.

“Thank you for coming.” Steve nods, expelling a breath, “Thank you.”

Sam nods, turning his attention back to Bucky who now stands, his blue eyes cloudy with tears as they travel around Sam’s face, “Come ‘mere,” Sam whispers, beckoning Bucky forward with his fingers.

Bucky slams his body into Sam’s, sending them stumbling backward a few steps as Sam laughs lightly. Sam squeezes Bucky to him and closes his eyes as he breathes in his sweet cologne.

Bucky pulls back and places his hands on either side Sam’s face, rubbing his thumbs softly on his cheeks, “Hi Sammy.”

“Hey you.” Sam smiles again, nuzzling his face into Bucky’s right palm.

Bucky blinks as he smiles, a single tear slipping down his cheek as he crashes his lips to Sam’s. They link hands as they move around the table and take their seats side by side. Sam pulls Bucky’s hand into his lap and pushes his thumb into his palm, rubbing slow circles.

The waiter returns and places a wine glass in front of Sam, before taking his order and rushing off again. Bucky reaches across the table to Steve again, wiggling his fingers for Steve to take them, “I knew you were being weird. How did you do this?”

Sam nods in Steve’s direction, “This one came by the bank today. Made me start feeling bad again.”

“Steve.” Bucky hums happily, squeezing his fingers.

“Don’t thank me. Sam didn’t have to come. I’m glad he did.”

“Me too.” Bucky smiles, “Thank you, Sam.”

Sam nods, bringing Bucky’s hand to his lips to drop kisses along the backs of his fingers. They make small talk as the appetizers come, the three of them too nervous to bring up the real reason they were all out. The dinner passes smoothly, another bottle of wine is ordered, helping Steve and Sam both relax.

Steve leans back in his chair as he nibbles on a piece of his black sesame cake. He watches as Bucky leans into Sam and takes a bite of his raspberry meringue. Bucky sighs happily as Sam mumbles something, the two of them sharing a laugh as Bucky rests his head on Sam’s shoulder. Steve reaches for his wine glass and swirls it slowly, before tipping his head back to finish it off.

“So,” Sam starts, wiping at his mouth with his napkin, before placing it back on his lap, “Should we talk?”

Bucky nods as he sits up and looks towards Steve, “Finally. Please.”

Sam takes a breath, “I just want to apologize first. I shouldn’t have left the way I did, and I shouldn’t have shut you out for this long.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” Bucky says quietly, resting his hand on Sam’s forearm.

“I can take responsibility for my actions. It wasn’t all Steve, I was being pig headed too.”

Steve leans forward, grabbing Bucky’s hand again, “We didn’t mean to put you in the middle, baby.”

“Thank you both for being here.” Bucky says, “I want this to work. I love you both so much.”

“I told Sam earlier that I’m willing to do anything you guys want to do. You want to move to the city, we can move to the city. You want friends, we’ll make friends. I just want you guys to be happy, that’s all.” Steve says, shifting his eyes between Sam and Bucky.

Sam nods, “Maybe we split our time? A couple of weeks here in the city, a few weeks out there? And, of course on full moons, so nobody gets hurt.”

“I like that idea. That could work,” Bucky says, shifting his eyes to Steve for approval, “Right, Steve?”

“Sounds good.”

“I have a friend who’s in real estate, he can show us some places whenever you guys are ready. But um, before that, I just,” he stops, trying to find the right words, “I don’t want this to come out wrong, but, I am not willing to compromise on my family or my friends. Wanda and Natasha are like my sisters. They mean more to me than I can put into words and I can’t imagine my life without them.”

“You don’t have to,” Steve says. “If you trust them, I trust them.”

“Same here,” Bucky adds, squeezing Sam’s arm in reassurance, “I’m sure we’ll get along famously.”

Sam pulls out his phone and thumbs through his photo album until he finds one of he and his nephews. He slides it into the middle of the table, Steve and Bucky leaning up to see, “That’s Christopher and Alex, my nephews.”

Bucky smiles warmly as he tucks his hair behind his ear, “They are beautiful, Sam,” he whispers as emotion fills his voice.

“That’s my sister Tonya, and my mom and dad, Paul and Darlene.” He points to each one as he swipes to another picture, “We are really close.”

“You don’t have to say anymore. It’ll stay that way, I promise you.” Steve answers, “They are beautiful, each and every one of them.”

“We can be a family, Sammy.” Bucky squeezes his hand, “We can. We can make it work.” Bucky nearly begs, just wanting this nonsense to end.

“Christopher and I already good,” Steve shrugs, pointing to the Yankees cap on the young boy’s head, “I told you Sam, I’ll do whatever I have to, just come back. Please.” Steve breathes.

“Thank you.” Sam nods again, smiling softly, “I want you guys to meet them soon.”

“Of course,” Bucky adds, sitting up straighter in his seat, “Of course we will.”

Sam smiles quickly as he turns his wine glass in slow circles, “There’s one more thing.” He glances at Bucky, who nods in encouragement for him to continue, “The whole imprinting thing.”

Bucky shakes his head, “That’s completely up to you. We don’t even have to talk about it until you’re ready, if you even want to at all.”

“I mean, it would be nice to pack on a hundred pounds of muscle.” Sam chuckles, lifting his eyes to Steve, “But I’m still wrapping my mind around it.”

Bucky kisses the side of Sam face and temple, “Don’t even worry about it.”

“Am I demanding enough?” Sam laughs nervously.

“Not nearly,” Bucky whispers, “You could ask me to rob a bank right now and I’d give in.”

“Now that you mention it…” Sam smiles widely, wiggling his eyebrows.

They share a laugh before Bucky grabs Sam’s wrist and brings his hand to his lips. He kisses his palm, and then flattens his hand to his face, nuzzling into it happily. He drops Sam’s hand after a few moments and studies Steve’s face, worry quickly filling, “You okay?”

Steve nods, answering simply and honestly, “Yes.”

“You sure?”

Steve chuckles, “Stop. I’m fine.”

Bucky smiles softly again. He’s a worrier, always has been, “I have a request too, then.” He starts, “Well, two actually.”

“What is it?” Sam smiles.

Bucky shifts his eyes between Sam and Steve, “I want you two to promise that you won’t fight like this again. I don’t like this.”

“You got it.” Sam answers quickly, sending his eyes toward Steve, “A forever truce, right?”

“Right. We’ll just go out to the backyard and punch each other until we get over it.” Steve winks.

“That’s my kind of resolution right there.” Sam laughs, “We have more in common than I originally thought, Rogers.”

“Not funny,” Bucky quips, rolling his eyes.“Brutes.”

“What’s the other request, Buck?”

“We have to come back to this restaurant again.” Steve and Sam erupt with laughter, “Seriously, it’s so good.”

“I think we can swing that.” Sam says, leaning over to plant a kiss on Bucky’s cheek.

Sam turns Bucky’s face toward his with his fingers, grabbing his lips between his. Bucky reciprocates and sweeps his tongue over Sam’s bottom lip before he goes in for another kiss. It deepens quickly as Sam pushes his tongue into Bucky’s mouth.

Sam moans quickly as they separate with a light smack, before sliding his eyes toward Steve, “Let’s get out of here, shall we?”

Steve shifts in his chair, readjusting his hardening dick in his pants, “Check please.”

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icarus-imagines · 6 years ago

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Lance McClain X Reader

Hello! Can I have an Lance (From Voltron) X Reader please?

I am terribly sorry if this is sad and evokes some dark themes. If anybody wishes for a happy ending just send in a request for a Part 2 and I will be sure to give the Readers something happier and much fluffier. A bittersweet ending I will thoroughly enjoy writing.

I was more than merely influenced for writing such a depressing story due to listening to Sam Smith on repeat. Beautiful and lovely, but quite sad. It was a result I felt happy with though and hope everybody enjoys it.

-Mod Icarus ଘ(੭ºัᴗºั)━☆ﾟ

Word Count: 2,413

Category: Voltron

~Blue Boy~

Something was wrong.

As of current you were, in most people's words, safe. Located in a secure position away from the middle of the battle commencing it may be by pure luck nobody had yet to spot you. Not too far away though you could hear the loud battle cries of both your treasured teammates and the relentless Galra.

Body leaning against a cement wall your hand clutched your shoulder that was covered with armor similar to what the traditional paladins of the lions wore. Once a shiny and gleaming (F/c) suit, it was now morphed into something dirty and marred. Clinks and dents were spotted here and there. A bit of blood was on the leg, half of it dry and crusted, but the most sickening thing about that fact was that the blood was not yours.

Trained by the Altean palace princess Allura ruled over you were able to grow stronger in a shorter amount of time than expected. You never thought you would have been able to become a professional with wielding a sword. But here you were a few or so months later a (F/c) sword tightly held in your grasp as you took down foreign aliens.

Rising a sluggish hand to your shoulder you grabbed it tightly with a shaky inhale. It ached with every sharp movement you made and for a second you wondered if it had become dislocated in the heat of war. You pleaded desperately for it not to be true. A dislocated shoulder during something like this would be horribly bad luck. Hopefully, everything would end so you could recover back in the safe confines of the palace.

Sidestepping it took only a few seconds to become one with the battle. Seemingly dragging on you felt as if you were going to cry. Your shoulder was sending hot white flashed to appear across your vision when you swung at just the right yet wrong angle. Even so, you pushed onwards, determined to get this over with and finally be worry-free again.

Just when everything looked as if it was beginning to dissipate a pang of hurt sliced through your heart. But the thing about it was that you were alone, without an opposing battle partner. Everything was perfectly fine from what you could tell.

Allura and Coran were faring well.

Shiro and Keith were finishing off the last few remaining stragglers who dared fight more.

Hunk and Pidge were tending to the wounded of this alien planet's natives.

And last but not least Lance was-

Lance.

Where was Lance!?

Fear almost made bile rise from the depths of your stomach to sting in the deep backside of your throat, but you swallowed it up quickly. Adrenaline was immediately born with your deep thoughts. Sneaking their way into your bloodstream your legs caught up with your much more frightened mind. Moving of their own accord you dragged forward with no true destination. All you knew is you had to find Lance no matter what. Even if he was safe. Laughing at his own jokes while flirting with some beautiful alien species from this planet you could not warrant the chance of him being lost.

What if he was captured. Kidnapped and taken away from you? Was it possible he was slain? Struck down by an enemies sharp weapon?

No.

Lance was stronger than that.

He was much stronger than he ever gave credit for. The wielder of a paladin bayard belonging to the blue lion that transformed into an energy assault rifle, you were sure he could hold his own in a fight. You had witnessed it many times before so why out of all those times would he suddenly be taken down? Every scenario that filtered through your mind could not create one where Lance had been taken down. It just seemed too bizarre. Too impossible.

Yes, he had been tossed around his fair share of times but so had everybody else. Near death experiences were an end result everybody knew was more than possible, yet you did not think this way. Your background was unique, just like theirs. Death could be an option but the hardships in your lied denied you to ever think of such a thing.

Death is not an option.

Lance is not dead.

With those thoughts on your mind, you frantically ran to every place you last saw lance. Through the dense alien jungles, you carried on with quick footsteps. Once you had even tripped, yet even when your knee had been hit wrong and sent a shocked pain to the area you stood up with only a muffled groan from the inside of your mouth. The pain you were experiencing would have to wait to be felt. For all, you felt right now was fear, anticipation, and a tug of fright.

It was not until you came upon a body leaning against a tree did tears begin to fill the top brim of your waterline in your eye.

Lance.

He is alive.

"Lance, you goofball," you managed to huff out when you lowered yourself down onto your knees, ignoring the dull pain, to get closer to him. "Where have you been? I have been so worried. I..."

(E/c) eyes scanned his body, breath becoming rigid and anxious in barely a few seconds. His once slick blue paladin armor was splattered with blood. From where you view him it looked as if he was in the red lion's paladin armor instead of the blue lions.

His head was hanging too low for comfort, ends of his hair drenched in blood, a crimson human fluid. It was also dripping from his nose and mouth, curving over his slim lips and chin. More camouflaged over his black covered hands. It was hard to tell what you were truly looking at. With so much blood you couldn't tell if it was coming from his own body or if it was just a tough opponent who had not stopped until they bled out when fighting.

Your voice was shaky as a hand slipped up to cup his cheek, raising his head to look at you, the helmet already taken off and left on the grassy floor of the forest. The pain in your shoulder was persistent but your worry was far greater than any of it. Unfortunately, his eyelids were closed you came to discover when you had risen him up. Head heavy in the palm of your hand you realized you are holding the world in your hand

He is your whole world.

"Lance, please... please tell me this is not your blood. This can't possibly be yours, can it?" You asked fruitlessly. The head in your hands gave no sign of any movement to any of your talking. "Lance..."

After a few more calls of his name and small shakes on his shoulder, Lance finally cracked open his eyes like there were hundred-pound weights dragging them down. Still heavily placed in your hands he blinked open his eyes. Black eyelashes fluttered open slowly, the iris inside blown but progressively shrinking from the radiating suns strong light.

"Y/n..." His voice makes your heart quiver in its bony cage of ribs. It sounds so broken and hoarse It must be hard for him to speak but he tries to do so anyway. "Glad...I am glad...to see you..."

You shush him softly as more blood dribbles out of his mouth from his actions. "Don't speak, you need to conserve your energy."

Your voice may be soft and ever so gentle, but inside an earthquake is splitting open. In the earth of it, all your fears and worries are conjoining and rising out. Questions such as 'How could I let this happen?' and 'It's my fault.'

Taking off your helmet carefully, both your hands begin to move to the back of his head, fingers curling into the locks of short, dark brown hair you adored so much. You lean close, so close that when you hug him you swear you can hear everything around you. His head rests in your chest, nestled there like a safe haven. You can hear his soft, almost labored breathing as he tries to fill his lungs the best he can. Taking in as much oxygen before he dispels it in a shaky exhale of breath. His skin is hot, beating hotly with a pulse that misses a few counts here and there.

He smells of blood, The sickly metallic flavor of it clings to your taste buds even when your mouth is clamped shut. Wetness springs from your tear ducts and rolls down your cheeks as the thoughts inside your head overflow.

He shouldn't smell of blood. He shouldn't be bleeding out. He shouldn't be fighting for every breath he takes. He shouldn't be fighting the need to succumb to death's embrace.

Heshouldn'tHeshouldn'tHeshouldn'tHeshouldn'tHe'shouldn'tHeshou-

"Thank you...for...for staying here with me," he manages to mumble out, his breath warm against the open skin of your neck. "To think....I...I never got to tell you..."

You separate from him, his head still in your hands as it leans back a bit so he can look up at you with no trouble or moving on his part.

"Tell me?" You ask confused, a tear dripping down your cheek. "Tell me what?"

His smile targets towards you feel like sunshine on your (S/c) flesh. A bright shining aura of radiating heat. But his expression is overall a vision of pure solemn. Dark blue eyes, like the deep oceans of Earth, spring up like a sparkling geyser with water. Tears of his own fall down his face in perfect lines. He looked beautiful right there. Crying. It may have been thought of as a cruel thought, but he was an angel. An angel was crying in front of you. Emotions bubbling up and exploding like water erosion shapeshifting the Earth's soil to create something new and more extraordinary than before.

"I love you."

His hand comes up to let his tanned fingertips touch your cheekbone. With a slow thumb, he brushes away a stray tear in his way. His movements up to now have all been slow. A sluggish style similar to that of an Earth animal called a sloth. But suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, they are sharp.

Surging forward faster than you are able to react to he closes the gap between your faces. Warm lips meet yours in a feverish sense of hurry and apparent urgency. It is delectably warm, that flesh against your own in a waltzing dance. If his lips were food you were sure he would be something akin to blueberries.

His other unoccupied arm wraps around your body to grasp tightly at a shoulder. It stays there secure and unyielding in its position. You feel safe. Safer than you have ever been in your entire life. You want to stay here. Stay this way forever, even if it may seem like an impossible thing.

This blue boy was full of love and affection beyond measure underneath the surface.

In a slow-motion like state of deliriousness, Lance parts away from you far too soon for your liking. Before you can protest he look up at you and for a second he smiles. Lips quivering in the effort to rise in the process before his eyes closed shut and lock away his oceanic orbs of crystal light. Heartbreaking into a million pieces you only stay stock still as his weight leans forward and slumps against your chest.

The arm that had once held you safe in this warm engulfing hug let's go without notice. It slumps down, laying perfectly still with its palm up in the green grasses of the jungle floor. You can hear your heart pounding just like the slam that seemed to come when the arm had fallen. Blood is pulsing in your ears, a headache forming quickly from the noise. The bang and ricochet in your skull, all your bones simultaneously panging with hurt from the foreign impacts.

His body is still. So strangely still like a statue against your own that you almost forget to breathe, to function correctly. He is heavy, heavier than anybody had ever been when leaning leisurely against you. It is like the body, in its one way, is telling you of its burden. That life has left the inside of the body it once filled.

This is death.

"Lance, come on your heavy," you laugh bitterly, the sound rough on your tongue when you try to deny the fact he may actually not be with you anymore. "Lance, if you are sleeping you have to...You have to wake up."

Your hands take hold of him so he can lean into them as you move away to peer at his face. He looks to be in a deep peaceful but you know better.

"Lance...please! You can't leave me! Not right when I know how you feel! Not when I-" Your sobs elevate as you spring forward to nuzzle into his neck in an effort to keep him here with you. His once warm skin is quickly growing a deadly cold, but you care not to think of it at the moment.

"Not when I feel the same way..."

The blue boy with oceans for eyes and seas for blood in his veins is gone.

The blue boy with his flirtation and jokester ways is gone.

The blue boy who you had discovered shared your feelings is gone.

"I love you, Lance. I love you so much. So much Lance. I love you so much."

I love you...my blue boy...

#x reader #imagine #drabble #oneshot #voltron: lance #voltron: defender of the universe #voltron: legendary defender #voltron #lance mcclain #gender neutral reader #lance mcclain x reader #request #blue paladin

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phandomphightclub · 6 years ago

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Phinal Round Interlude: @reallydumbdannyphantomaus and @heyheyitsstillgay vs. Vlad Plasmius

(Note: This is NOT the 1st place match writeup. Sorry about that! I got really carried away with this subplot and had to break it into its own post. I’m trying to write the last match as fast as I can!)

The bowels of the Denny’s were about what Vlad expected, honestly. Cold, damp, and filled with memes too dank to see the light of day. Or in this case, the pallid glow of whatever passed for day in the ghost zone. Vlad fought his way past the ghosts of dead vines – “It’s Wednseday my dudes” had deserved that ectoblast to the face – and finally reached a vault at the end of the tunnel, where a rather surprised-looking guard hovered.

“Uh… I don’t think you’re supposed to be down here, sir.”

“And I think the Packers should’ve gone to the superbowl this year, but here we are.” Vlad shrugged, and with a flick of his wrist, an ectoblast sent the guard thudding against the door of the vault.

“Honestly, this is too easy.” Vlad smiled and straightened his collar before kicking aside the unconscious guard. The vault might take some work; ghosts did know how to keep out their own kind. Phasing through wouldn’t be option, but maybe with an ectoblast amplified with a device of his creation…

Or, the door could already be cracked. So the Denny’s employees were are stupid as they looked. The guard must have opened it when they’d slammed against it somehow. Terrible design, but Vlad would take it. He pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Sitting on a pillar, just begging to be stolen, was the fabled Reality Gauntlet.

“Birch Tree Fartman may not have wielded you properly, but I won’t make the same mistake,” he vowed as he crept towards it, carefully checking for any tripwires or hidden security measures. Focused as he was on the ground before the pillar though, he failed to look up.

A net dropped from the ceiling.

“Butter brickle,” He barely had time to curse before an electric current coursed through him.

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it?” A ghost asked, her glowing eyes appearing out of the darkness before the rest of her.

“Who… who are you?” Vlad groaned, though he still managed to make it sound contemptuous.

“Name’s Vic. One of the Phight Club mods, head of security, and really thrilled that you just tried to rob us.”

“Not try, girl,” he sneered. “As soon as I get out of here–”

Vic pressed a button, and the net shocked him again.

“Don’t worry, you will be getting out of here.” Vic smirked. “Just maybe not in the way that you’d like.”

XXX

“What’s going on?” Danny finally asked Tali. The first match was over, all the feathers and fidget spinners had been removed from the ring, and yet there so still no sign of the next two phighters. Ember and some of the Denny’s employees had begun putting on a half-time show to pass the time, but Danny could see Tali fidgeting uncomfortably in her chair.

“Nothing,” she replied too quickly. “…Just hoping Vic’s doing alright, that’s all.”

“What’s Vic up to?” Tucker asked.

“Nothing,” she replied even more evasively.

When the ground started shaking, though, Danny knew it absolutely wasn’t “nothing.”

A few startled yelps came from the ground below, where the Denny’s crew and Ember were flying away from the epicenter of the quake. Thankfully they hadn’t reset the stage, so there was nothing to fall in when the center of the ring suddenly crumbled away.

“Oh, good.” Tali sighed in relief.

“Good?” Sam asked. “How in the world is the whole ring caving in good?”

“It means Vic did it.” She grinned. “Look.”

Upon further inspection, the way the pavement had crumbled wasn’t random – it revealed a circular pit in the middle of the arena. A pit which soon had something rising out of it.

“Oh my gosh,” Sam said, covering her mouth with her fist to hide a laugh. “Is that–“

“Vlad?” Tucker finished with a cackle. “They caught him in a net! A net!”

“Yeah, I can see, Tuck,” Danny laughed, shoving Tucker’s elbow away from his side. “Ooh, it looks like it’s an electric net too. Nice.”

Tali raised her mic. “Alright phriends–“

“Could you stop pronouncing it with a ph?” Sam groaned.

“Nope! Anyway, if you’ll direct your attention towards the center of the ring, you’ll see one sad frootloop who’s been caught trying to steal Denny’s property!”

The crowd booed, some even going to far as to throw popcorn, Cheez-Its, and mayo cheesecake at Vlad, who had begun cursing in even more diverse food items.

“So, as his due punishment, we’re throwing him into the ring with two of the baddest ghosts I know: our two Phinalists, Reallydumbdannyphantomaus and Heyheyitsstillgay!”

The two ghosts entered the ring as We Will Rock You began blasting from the speakers. Bug clapped to the beat with their four hands.

Vlad scoffed as Vic released him from the net. “You honestly believe these imbeciles can—"

“PHIGHT!”

Vlad was still shaky after his encounter with the electric net – the average ghost might not be able to tell, but after being shocked by at least a dozen of them, Danny knew the effects like the back of his hand. Vlad, on the other hand, wasn’t used to shaking it off so quickly.

“Hey, fruit bat!” Anri yelled at him. “I heard you like cats!”

From her overstuffed duffle bag, they pulled out a fat, fluffy orange cat with a Danno taped to its face.

“I already have a cat, thank you,” he drawled, then attempted to fly out of the ring – only to smash directly into the forcefield.

“No way out.” Bug grinned, rubbing two hands together and pulling out their PowerPoint staff with their other two.

“Have they always had four arms?” Tucker asked.

“I’m not sure,” Danny said.

“Either way, I just hope they lose.” Sam crossed her arms. “Not to Vlad, though. He needs a kick in the face more than anyone.”

“Amen to that,” Tucker agreed.

Meanwhile, Anri yeeted the cat at Vlad’s head. It yowled as its claws tangled in Vlad’s horribly impractical hair.

“Gah – get this thing off me! You’re nothing like my sweet Maddie!”

Tucker’s face puckered in disgust. “Dude, does he have a cat named after your mom?”

“Is that an ew or a yikes?” Sam asked.

“Both.” Danny grimaced. He knew he’d told Vlad to get a cat, but that wasn’t what he’d had in mind.

While Vlad was distracted by the cat, Bug flew up behind him and whacked him across the back with their staff, sending him back towards the ground. Mid-fall, he was finally able to detangle himself from the cat, but not in time to avoid hitting the pavement hard.

“Nngh… you think that’s funny, do you?”

Obviously the crowd did, by their cackling laughter. Bug and Anri grinned down at him in agreement.

“Fine. No more mister nice Vlad.”

He charged an ectoblast in each hand, taking both of the phighters in their chests. They recoiled in the air, but then Anri started laughing even harder.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” Bug said.

And then Anri lost consciousness.

Vlad smirked. “What, is that your secret weapon? Playing dead? You’ll have to do a lot better than that to—”

Then their unconscious body fell on top of him. Little did he know that the concentrated power of memes and bad edits cause their host to have a density much higher than any material known to man or ghost. This effect is usually controlled subconsciously by the ghost’s aura, so that they avoid crushing things even when sitting. However, upon losing consciousness…

Vlad was completely crushed under their weight.

Tali blew her kazoo. “Vlad Plasmius is unable to battle! Heyheyitsstillgay and Reallydumbdannyphantomaus win!”

“But who won the tournament?” Danny asked, eying Anri’s unconscious form. “It’s not over, is it?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get them woken up and have the real phinal round in a few minutes. Just sit back and eat some cheesecake in the meantime.”

Tucker winced. “Hard pass. Tried it. Did they make that thing with mayo?”

“Well, then do something else. I gotta help Vic yeet Vlad back to his ghost portal. Be back soon!”

#final round #round 6 #writeup #reallydumbdannyphantomaus #heyheyitsstillgay

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thestuckylibrary · 7 years ago

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Mod’s Reads: September 2017

Here’s the list of everything the Mods have read this past month!

Mod Blue

the wound is not deep, but you know it exists (that is enough) by Nori Steal The Rhythm Out From My Heart by Nori Gravitation by Odsbodkins three's company by theappleppielifestyle Stargazing by claimedbydaryl the camera found chemistry by mostlikelydefinentlymad Rhythm to the Fray by hitlikehammers Not gonna reach my telephone by haku23 progressively bigger keys by layersofsilence kicking down the door by layersofsilence If Steve Rogers Were Your Boyfriend by bopeep Jumbotron Misunderstandings by orphan_account to hide the wolves of sleep by beardsley Then and now by Miss_Von_Cheese Living On My Own by rekishi Take Me to Church by neversaydie

Mod Julia

Be the ember by rohkeutta

Bucky shakes an errant lock of hair back from his face, tilting his jaw up. Steve’s eyes track the shift of the kaftan, the tantalizing glimpse of Bucky’s collarbones.

“Where do you find this stuff?” Steve asks, his hand smoothing up Bucky’s metal arm, over the silken sleeve and down Bucky’s back, coming to rest on the small of his back. “You never buy any when we’re in town.”

everything comes back to you by obsessivereader

Steve drags a hand through his hair before plucking at the front of his shirt and flapping it to get air moving against his skin. Bucky watches, transfixed, as he keeps getting flashing glimpses of Steve’s nipples. He flicks a guilty glance at Steve just in time to see Steve’s eyelids sliding down to cover his eyes. Bucky's stomach turns over at the thought that Steve might’ve caught him looking. He’s not sure whether to be relieved at not getting caught, or disappointed.

it's None of your Business by layersofsilence

or: the one where Steve is commissioned to get some better signage on his Dragon Community Centre, not run into the world's most stupidly improbably attractive man. guess what happens anyway

sometimes dead is better by aniloquent

Based on the Tumblr prompt "you absolutely loathe horror films whereas i love them, can we please please please just watch one? i’ll hold you if you get scared!"

a creative use for adamantium by mwestbelle

Steve wants to try something new.

From Little Things by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

In which Steve is something like a dryad, Bucky's not the Winter Soldier anymore but he's not quite sure he's Bucky, and together they discover that some choices are worth making.

How to Seduce a Writer by obsessivereader

What's a determined master strategist going to do when the oblivious writer he's trying to woo keeps missing all the clues?

Puppy Love by velvetjinx

Steve is straight. Or at least, that's what he thinks until he meets his new dog-walking client, Bucky. Now he's having all these feelings he's never had before, what is he going to do?

The Good Monster by Taste_is_Sweet

"What's happening to you has nothing to do with you being bad," Steve said. "Nothing. It has everything to do with Hydra using men like lab rats. You think all the men who didn't survive the experiments were evil?"

"No," Bucky said. "I think they were lucky."

Run With It by aMillyOrates

There was a Hot Runner Guy on the trail, and Steve Rogers couldn't handle it.

(Turns out, Bucky has the same exact problem.)

Mod Karin

Anatomy of a Scandal by Rena

When Steve Rogers returns to Brooklyn, the marriage arranged for him having proven to be a sham, he is desperate; desperate to regain his footing in Society, desperate to secure a wealthy spouse capable of paying the costly treatments that keep his mother alive and settling his family's debts. But how is he to do that when people view him as nothing more than damaged goods, someone to be sneered at, ridiculed, looked down upon, or pitied at best?

An opportunity presents itself when Lord Barnes, the renowned carefree Casanova of Brooklyn, forgets himself during one night of drunken stupor, sending Steve a letter that flouts all laws of common decency. An agreement is soon made: in return for Steve's discretion, Lord Barnes will pretend to court him, taking him to the most fancy events of the season where Steve can be introduced to potential suitors. It all works out perfectly, until Steve comes to understand that Lord Barnes is not as pompous and self-absorbed as he believed....

Fourth Floor by dirtybinary, mithborien, picoalloe

Steve has his life in order, okay. He goes to wizard college, even if he can't technically do magic. He has his own apartment, even though it's small and dinky and kind of gross, and forgets to exist sometimes, and might also be alive? Plus, he has a crush on the hot cyborg in unit 404 who cooks fiendishly good breakfast foods, and may or may not have some kind of weird connection to the sentient building they live in. He's not sure.

He's dealing, all right, his life is in tip-top condition, or it was until an eldritch monstrosity called the Hydra started posing as a real estate company to try and buy over his new home.

He's really pissed about that.

(The one where Steve is an angry millennial wizard, Sam is a Disney prince, Natasha is a shapeshifter, and Bucky is a spoiler.)

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? by milollita, OriginalCeenote

Person A of your OTP is a vampire and is next in line to lead the clan. Person B is a lone werewolf who was kicked out of their pack (you decide why). One night, person A goes on a hunting trip by themselves, but end up getting caught in some sort of trap. They are stuck there for however many days until they are nearly starving to death. Person B finds them and, instead of killing them like anyone else from their pack would, they hunt for food for person A and try to help them. Although person A is very unsure/terrified of person B at first, they are so starving that they accept the food with next to no hesitation, despite being raised to never trust werewolves.

Bucky was hoping for a savior, sure. There were better ways for him to spend his time than waiting in a five-by-five cell, waiting to have the life blood drained out of him for corporate profit.

He just wasn’t expecting his savior to be small enough to tuck into his hip pocket, with such a crazy look in his eye. Or naked. He was breathing hard, bony chest heaving, and he was dripping all over Bucky’s floor, gripping something weird in his hand.

A finger.

“So. You want out, right?”

Howitzer by spacebuck

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

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

Perilous Underside of the World by eyres

After Steve becomes an unwilling subject in Ross's pet weapons project to make a next gen super soldier, Bucky is awakened from cryo to join a daring rescue operation to save Steve from an impenetrable government base on the Antarctica coastline. When things go belly up, Steve and Bucky must strike out on their own across the hostile landscape, with Ross's men close behind.

AKA 'The one where Steve throws a snowmobile at a helicopter.'

Siege by ftmsteverogers

Steve called him Bucky, and the Winter Soldier was trying to shoulder into that name like a badly-fitting jacket.

Or, the one where the Winter Soldier pulls Steve from the Potomac and sticks around this time.

Summer Don't Own Me No More by alby_mangroves, Nonymos

Bucky Barnes, weary soldier, illegal immigrant, sarcastic sex worker. Steve Rogers, miracle of science, lonely man, disillusioned cop. Both of them on a collision course in this brave new world, like that's not gonna end in sex and explosions.

the occult. by orange_crushed

The whole ship is like that: alive with light, as if light were the blood in its veins. It still bothers him when he's not tired enough to sleep, but he's starting to get used to it. Starting to appreciate that the thing he lives inside is almost as much of an organism as he is. Strange, but also strangely reassuring.

Sometimes when he lies in the dark here, cocooned in his bunk, he wonders what it's like in the tube. If it's quiet. He hopes it's restful. Peaceful. Soft, like the sleep of late morning, with sun coming in from around the drapes. Steve wonders if the translucent panel that covers and shields and contains him also lets in light. If behind his closed eyelids, he can still see something, the way that Steve can when he shuts his own eyes here, now. If he is seeing a kind of permanent sunrise; a long dream of a slow dawn.

#mod picks

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tonystarkbingo · 6 years ago

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Week 27 Roundup! ONLY THREE WEEKS LEFT, EVERYONE!

Title: Joystick Collaborator: Judy_The_Dreamer Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - free square Ship: Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: ABO, porn with plot, sexual dysfunction, explicit sexual content Summary: Relationships between two alphas are not all roses and moonshine as Bucky and Steve discover after seventy years of separation. Their reconnection brings some unresolved problems to the fore, and no one seems to have the solution. Liberated omega poster boy Tony has to step in and show these boys what they've been doing wrong. Word Count: 4147

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Title: Father of the Year Collaborator: hereandnowwearealive Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T4 - image of Tony cuddling a baby Ship: Tony & Morgan Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: Father of the year, every year, forever

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Title: It's Always You Collaborator: newnewyorker93 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - free space Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: drabble, fluff Summary: Tony's thoughts between the lines of the 12% conversation. Word Count: 100

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Title: Gotta Fly (Before You Can Run) Collaborator: tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Anthropomorphic Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: animal transformation, shapeshifting, social commentary Summary: Today is the day everyone finds out what animal they’ll be able to shift into for the rest of their lives. Tony is sure he’s going to be a dung beetle. Word Count: 2216

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Title: I fall in love (everyday with someone new) - Chapter 24: Sharing clothes (R2) Collaborator: scriptatur Link: AO3 Square Filled: R2 - sharing clothes Ship: Stuckony Rating: Gen Major Tags: polyamory, Endgame fix-it Summary: "Waking was- surprising. He woke up slowly, like drifting through mist or sirup or- something. He was kind of confused, if he is being perfectly honest. Confused about his own metaphor, a bit, but mainly confused by the fact that he was, well, waking up. That was not something he’d expected to do, after all." When Tony Stark wakes up after the final battle against Thanos, he decides that there will be nothing more that stands between himself and happiness. He goes home with Pepper and Morgan and it doesn't take long for Steve and Bucky (and other (ex-)avengers) to follow. Basically, this is the fix-it that I needed. It's very self indulgent and mostly fluff. Word Count: 17,498

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Title: MOD ART FILL Collaborator: monobuu made this fill for politzania, who won it at the last Discord Party! Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S4 - Steampunk AU Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: Steampunk Tony and Bucky

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Title: I fall in love (everyday with someone new) - Chapter 25: Accidental villainy (S3) Collaborator: scriptatur Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - accidental villainy Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: polyamory, Endgame fix-it Summary: "Waking was- surprising. He woke up slowly, like drifting through mist or sirup or- something. He was kind of confused, if he is being perfectly honest. Confused about his own metaphor, a bit, but mainly confused by the fact that he was, well, waking up. That was not something he’d expected to do, after all." When Tony Stark wakes up after the final battle against Thanos, he decides that there will be nothing more that stands between himself and happiness. He goes home with Pepper and Morgan and it doesn't take long for Steve and Bucky (and other (ex-)avengers) to follow. Basically, this is the fix-it that I needed. It's very self indulgent and mostly fluff. Word Count: 17,498

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Title: Starry Night Collaborator: newnewyorker93 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R1 - tension Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: stargazing, fluff, light angst, Pepper needs a hug Summary: Tony, Pepper, and baby Morgan spend a sleepless night stargazing on the lawn outside their lake house; Tony & Pepper work through some of their complicated emotions about the stars. Word Count: 1678

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Title: Anniversary Plans Collaborator: newnewyorker93 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - new team Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: drabble, Rescue Pepper, Endgame, missing scene Summary: Tony's present to Pepper for their 1st wedding anniversary. Word Count: 100

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Title: Tony Stark’s prosthetic arm style catalogue Collaborator: lbibliophile-mcu Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A1 - Shopping together Ship: Tony & Bucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: art/edit Summary: art/edit for Veto Power

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Title: Flowershop Row Collaborator: rebelmeg Link: AO3 Square Filled: S5 - AU: Flower Shop Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboards, flowershop AU, Avengers family, fluff and crack Summary: A little sidestreet in New York offers up a kooky variety of just about any kind of flora you could possibly want, with all the character that a bunch of shop owners could possibly have. Word Count: 2220

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Title: fire and embers bright Collaborator: deathsweetqueen Link: AO3 Square Filled: R5 - pirate Ship: Bucky/Steve/Tony/Sam Rating: Mature Major Tags: pirate AU, Tony kidnapped, discussion of rape Summary: Tony spits when they remove the filth-stained rag off his shoulders, letting him breath salt and air and shake his hair free. “I’m going to put a knife through your eye,” he says, coldly, fixing his eyes on the man directly in front of him. He has golden hair, a thick mane of it, and a beard, thick as well, and blue eyes, bright like a star, and a nice, shapely mouth. There are two men beside him, one dark, with brown eyes like the brandy that Tony likes, and the other with cat’s eyes, like he could scent blood if his nose would only allow it. “Are you, now, my lord?” the one with cat’s eyes drawls, with a smirk on his sharp mouth. “And how d’you plan on doin’ that, bein’ tied up as you are?” Word Count: 2217

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Title: I fall in love (everyday with someone new) - Chapter 27: Iron Dad (S5) Collaborator: scriptatur Link: AO3 Square Filled: S5 - Iron Dad Ship: Tony & Peter Rating: Gen Major Tags: polyamory, Endgame fix-it Summary: "Waking was- surprising. He woke up slowly, like drifting through mist or sirup or- something. He was kind of confused, if he is being perfectly honest. Confused about his own metaphor, a bit, but mainly confused by the fact that he was, well, waking up. That was not something he’d expected to do, after all." When Tony Stark wakes up after the final battle against Thanos, he decides that there will be nothing more that stands between himself and happiness. He goes home with Pepper and Morgan and it doesn't take long for Steve and Bucky (and other (ex-)avengers) to follow. Basically, this is the fix-it that I needed. It's very self indulgent and mostly fluff. Word Count: 18,125

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Title: i am a dream, i am Collaborator: deathsweetqueen, justanotherpipedream Link: AO3 Square Filled: R1 - angst Ship: Steve/Natasha/Tony Rating: Mature Major Tags: dubious content, past domestic violence, alcoholism, anxiety attacks, explicit sexual content, gaslighting, breaking up and making up Summary: “Good morning.”A flash of pink out of the corner of his eye has Tony turning. Natasha, wearing nothing but the silk pink robe he had gotten her last year, places a basket of warm blueberry muffins on the table. She leans forward and presses a kiss to Tony’s forehead. He can feel the warmth of her mouth, even after she pulled away. “You’re awake. Just in time.” “Good, he needs the sleep.” Steve wanders in next, shirtless and only wearing his blue silk pants. He’s carrying a jug of orange juice with a smile. “Good morning.” His hands are big, deft and encompassing as Steve pulls Tony in for a searing kiss. His mouth is like molten fire, and Tony thinks it might swallow him whole, as Steve plunders and takes. They separate with a gasp, Tony’s head spinning in confusion, the blood hot in his face. This-this is not right. Word Count: 1642

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Title: Tinker Techie Soldier Spy Collaborator: dracusfyre Link: AO3 Square Filled: S2 - AU: cop/detective/FBI Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: Brooklyn Nine-Nine AU, identity porn, protective Tony Summary: Tony is sure (pretty sure) that the new guy James is a spy for a rival police captain, and he’s not going to let little things like a dimpled chin or a world-class ass or a great personality stand in the way of his investigation. Well, he’ll try not to. His best friends certainly aren’t helping; Rhodey has washed his hands of the whole thing and Natasha is on the sidelines watching with popcorn. But he’s determined to figure out this spy thing and then he’ll be able to prove that James is up to something more nefarious than just being criminally good looking. Word Count: 16,364

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Title: Take me to the magic of the moment Collaborator: Menatiera Link: AO3 Square Filled: A1 - KINK: Dub-con Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: mild dub-con, explicit sexual content, BDSM, fantasy/magic AU, getting together, happy ending Summary: "Tony was wondering how he, the fucking best tech-mage of the kingdom (or maybe the whole continent, or the whole world, if he didn't want to be humble) ended up here. (...) Which was exactly what had happened in their neighboring kingdom just a few days ago. Daddy Dearest apparently had gotten himself into some huge mess with his mages. Howard was probably dead by now, Tony at least was sure of that, knowing said mages personally. Oh yeah, that was the reason why Tony was sitting in Barnes's room in nothing but a robe." *Tony is the best tech mage, and has to work with Barnes, the best nature mage, in order to save their kingdom. It... doesn't exactly go as they planned. It goes way better than that. And way, way more intimate. Word Count: 2149

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Title: An Amazing Woman and Godmother Collaborator: ethereal-lullabies Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T5 - Peggy Carter Ship: Tony and Peggy Rating: Teen Major Tags: moodboard, Peggy’s death Summary: Peggy Carter is the reason Tony Stark likes cheeseburgers so much

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Title: some words build houses in your throat Collaborator: only_more_love Link: AO3 Square Filled: R3 - Writing Format: Missing Scene/Epilogue/Coda Ship: background Pepperony, Stony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Endgame canon divergence, team as family, complicated relationships, emotional infidelity Summary: The night before they travel back in time, Tony says what he needs to say. Word Count: 1481

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Title: Legacy Collaborator: lbibliophile-mcu Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T5 - Confessions in desperate situations Ship: Pepperony, MIT Bros Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard, poetry Summary: moodboard, poetry Word Count: 134

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Title: i am a dream, i am - Chapter 2: ii. Collaborator: deathsweetqueen, justanotherpipedream Link: AO3 Square Filled: R5 - Fears appear in reality Ship: Steve/Natasha/Tony, past Tony/Ty Stone Rating: Explicit Major Tags: dubious content, past domestic violence, alcoholism, anxiety attacks, explicit sexual content, gaslighting, breaking up and making up Summary: I loved you too much, wanted you too much, had for you too great a tenderness. Now all of this is like a twisted root in my heart, a deadly poison in my brain. You have made of me a madman. You fill me with a kind of horror, a devastating hate that is akin to love – a hunger that is nausea - Daphne Du Maurier Word Count: 3195

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Title: Cancer Sucks Collaborator: ethereal-lullabies Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A2 - no powers Ship: IronPool Rating: Teen Major Tags: moodboard, cancer Summary: both diagnosed with cancer, fall in love while sitting next to each other during chemo

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Title: The Things One Does For Charity Collaborator: meshkol (ashernorton) Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - Stark Tower Ship: IronStrange Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, BDSM, voyeurism Summary: Let it be said that Tony is a big fan and supporter of charity. In this particular case, he's a very big fan. Word Count: 3286

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Title: Donut Go Breakin' My Heart Collaborator: Faustess Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - free space Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: first dates, Paris, dating, first kiss, fluff and crack, falling in love Summary: After a certain schoolgirl wanders off back to school and Natasha takes Steve back to the hotel to get the crumbs out of his hair, Tony wants to show Bucky that Paris really is a city for romance. But nothing quite goes to plan. Word Count: 3397

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Title: Pit-Falls Shorts: Sunday Mornings Collaborator: Judy_The_Dreamer Link: AO3 Square Filled: T5 - Science and Magic Ship: Stephen & Tony & Bruce Rating: Gen Major Tags: science and magic bros, ficlets, humor Summary: Imagine: a warlock and two werewolves establish a university together. It's mayhem, of course. Word Count: 507

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