#roger x debbie

[freddie-mercury-rising]

I am a rock; I am an island

“Roger, I’m not comparing anything. I know you’re in pain. And I’m truly sorry. But you can’t let it consume you. You’ve been drinking so much. The kids need you. I need you.”

[justlike-awoman]

📸: REUTERS/Gareth Watkins/Belgaimage "Drummer from the rock group QUEEN, Roger Taylor, and an unidentified woman [sic] arrive for the premier of U2's movie Rattle and Hum in London. October 31, 1988." (X)

Newly (12/2024) released photo of Roger Taylor and Debbie Leng (who was unidentified, unbelievably enough, in the original metadata from the Bettmann Archives).

[whitesinhistory]

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So the Republicans are trying to shut down the government to damage their own states so that they make the Democrats look bad before the election… Is that the game plan they’re going with?

Here is the full list of Republicans who voted against the stopgap bill to prevent a government shutdown in September 2024:

Indiana: James R. Baird, Jim Banks, Rudy Yakym III, Victoria Spartz

Ohio: Troy Balderson, Warren Davidson, Jim Jordan, Max L. Miller

Florida: Aaron Bean, Gus M. Bilirakis, Kat Cammack, Byron Donalds, Matt Gaetz, Anna Paulina Luna, Cory Mills, Bill Posey, Michael Waltz, Daniel Webster

Texas: Michael Cloud, Tony Gonzales, Lance Gooden, Morgan Luttrell, Nathaniel Moran, Chip Roy, Keith Self, Randy Weber Sr., Beth Van Duyne, Roger Williams

Arizona: Andy Biggs, Elijah Crane, Paul A. Gosar, Debbie Lesko, David Schweikert

North Carolina: Dan Bishop

Colorado: Lauren Boebert

Illinois: Mike Bost, Mary E. Miller, Darin LaHood

Oklahoma: Josh Brecheen

Tennessee: Tim Burchett, John W. Rose, Andrew Ogles

Missouri: Eric Burlison

Georgia: Andrew S. Clyde, Mike Collins, Marjorie Taylor Greene, Richard McCormick

Utah: John R. Curtis

South Carolina: Jeff Duncan, Russell Fry, Nancy Mace, Ralph Norman, William R. Timmons IV

Kansas: Ron Estes, Tracey Mann

Mississippi: Mike Ezell, Michael Guest, Trent Kelly

Iowa: Randy Feenstra

Minnesota: Brad Finstad, Michelle Fischbach

Idaho: Russ Fulcher

Virginia: Bob Good, H. Morgan Griffith

Wyoming: Harriet M. Hageman

Maryland: Andy Harris

Louisiana: Clay Higgins

Pennsylvania: John Joyce, Scott Perry

West Virginia: Alexander X. Mooney

California: Tom McClintock

Kentucky: Thomas Massie

Montana: Matthew M. Rosendale Sr.

New York: Claudia Tenney

Wisconsin: Thomas P. Tiffany, Derrick Van Orden

New Jersey: Jefferson Van Drew

Alabama: Barry Moore, Gary J. Palmer

Arkansas: Bruce Westerman

Why is this important to me? I would have been out of a job. Government contractors would rather cut you and rehire you for less pay or benefits. Also, if I miss 1 or 2 paychecks I will be homeless.

[deanwasalwaysbi]

23 Republican Senators & 124 Congressmen signed an amicus brief to the Supreme Court asking for a 50 state ban on mifepristone, a drug safer than tylenol that is standard treatment for abortion & miscarriages, "due to safety concerns". The brief DARES to argue that banning the life saving drug would save women from 'reproductive control'. (x) These 147 people would rather have women die of sepsis than let women control their own bodies. If your representatives are on this list, call them and tell their office you will be voting against them in the next election because they asked SCOTUS to throw the US medical drug system into chaos at the cost of American lives.

United States Senate

Lead Senator: Cindy Hyde-Smith (MS) John Barrasso (WY) Mike Braun (IN) Katie Britt (AL) Ted Budd (NC) Bill Cassidy (LA) Kevin Cramer (ND) Mike Crapo (ID) Ted Cruz (TX) Steve Daines (MT) Josh Hawley (MO) John Hoeven (ND) James Lankford (OK) Mike Lee (UT) Cynthia Lummis (WY) Roger Marshall (KS) Markwayne Mullin (OK) James Risch (ID) Marco Rubio (FL) Rich Scott (FL) John Thune (SD) Tommy Tuberville (AL) Roger Wicker (MS)

United States House of Representatives

Lead Representative: August Pfluger (TX–11) Robert Aderholt (AL–04) Mark Alford (MO–04) Rick Allen (GA–12) Jodey Arrington (TX–19) Brian Babin (TX–36) Troy Balderson (OH–12) Jim Banks (IN–03) Aaron Bean (FL–04) Cliff Bentz (OR–02) Jack Bergman (MI–01) Andy Biggs (AZ–05) Gus Bilirakis (FL–12) Dan Bishop (NC–08) Lauren Boebert (CO–03) Mike Bost (IL–12) Josh Brecheen (OK–02) Ken Buck (CO–04) Tim Burchett (TN–02) Michael Burgess, M.D. (TX–26) Eric Burlison (MO–07) Kat Cammack (FL–03) Mike Carey (OH–15) Jerry Carl (AL–01) Earl L. “Buddy” Carter (GA–01) John Carter (TX–31) Ben Cline (VA–06) Michael Cloud (TX–27) Andrew Clyde (GA–09) Mike Collins (GA–10) Elijah Crane (AZ–02) Eric A. “Rick” Crawford (AR–01) John Curtis (UT–03) Warren Davidson (OH–08) Monica De La Cruz (TX–15) Jeff Duncan (SC–03) Jake Ellzey (TX–06) Ron Estes (KS–04) Mike Ezell (MS–04) Pat Fallon (TX–04) Randy Feenstra (IA–04) Brad Finstad (MN–01) Michelle Fischbach (MN–07) Scott Fitzgerald (WI–05) Mike Flood (NE–01) Virginia Foxx (NC–05) Scott Franklin (FL–18) Russell Fry (SC–07) Russ Fulcher (ID–01) Tony Gonzales (TX–23) Bob Good (VA–05) Paul Gosar (AZ–09) Garret Graves (LA–06) Mark Green (TN–07) Marjorie Taylor Greene (GA–14) H. Morgan Griffith (VA–09) Glenn Grothman (WI–06) Michael Guest (MS–03) Harriet Hageman (WY) Andy Harris, M.D. (MD–01) Diana Harshbarger (TN–01) Kevin Hern (OK–01) Clay Higgins (LA–03) Ashley Hinson (IA–02) Erin Houchin (IN–02) Richard Hudson (NC–09) Bill Huizenga (MI–04) Bill Johnson (OH–06) Mike Johnson (LA–04) Jim Jordan (OH–04) Mike Kelly (PA–16) Trent Kelly (MS–01) Doug LaMalfa (CA–01) Doug Lamborn (CO–05) Nicholas Langworthy (NY–23) Jake LaTurner (KS–02) Debbie Lesko (AZ–08) Barry Loudermilk (GA–11) Blaine Luetkemeyer (MO–03) Tracey Mann (KS–01) Lisa McClain (MI–09) Dr. Rich McCormick (GA–06) Patrick McHenry (NC–10) Carol Miller (WV–01) Mary Miller (IL–15) Max Miller (OH–07) Cory Mills (FL–07) John Moolenar (MI–02) Alex X. Mooney (WV–02) Barry Moore (AL–02) Blake Moore (UT–01) Gregory F. Murphy, M.D. (NC–03) Troy Nehls (TX–22) Ralph Norman (SC–05) Andy Ogles (TN–05) Gary Palmer (AL–06) Bill Posey (FL–08) Guy Reschenthaler (PA–14) Mike Rogers (AL–03) John Rose (TN–06) Matthew Rosendale, Sr. (MT–02) David Rouzer (NC–07) Steve Scalise (LA–01) Keith Self (TX–03) Pete Sessions (TX–17) Adrian Smith (NE–03) Christopher H. Smith (NJ–04) Lloyd Smucker (PA–11) Pete Stauber (MN–08) Elise Stefanik (NY–21) Dale Strong (AL–05) Claudia Tenney (NY–24) Glenn Thompson (PA–15) William Timmons, IV (SC–04) Beth Van Duyne (TX–24) Tim Walberg (MI–05) Michael Waltz (FL–05) Randy Weber, Sr. (TX–14) Daniel Webster (FL–11) Brad R. Wenstrup, D.P.M. (OH–02) Bruce Westerman (AR–04) Roger Williams (TX–25) Joe Wilson (SC–02) Rudy Yakym (IN–02)

If your representatives are on this list, call them and tell their office you will be voting against them in the next election because they asked SCOTUS to throw the US medical drug system into chaos at the cost of American lives.

Help to patients who have to cross state lines to get medical care by donating to your local abortion fund here. (x)

[jknerd]

DISNEY STUDIO AU OC: Jolly Wings

Full Name: Jolly Wings

Other Names: Jolly Roger (stage name), Aunt Jolly

Schools: Acme Middle School (graduated), S. Symphony High School (graduated)

Occuaption(s): Sub-vocalist of Wings’ Wink (retired), Solo Singer (former), talent manager

Residence: Spoonerville, Ohio

Family: Bliss Wings (oldest sister), Glory Wings-Goof (older sister), George G “Goofy” Goof (brother-in-law), Debbie (niece), George Jr Goof (nephew), Maxine Goof (niece), Gloria Goof (great niece)

Relationships: George G “Goofy” Goof (first and longtime unrequited love->friend), Clarabelle Heifer (acquaintance), Sylvia Marpole (one-sided rival->acquaintance), Peg Pete (acquaintance), Big Time (boyfriend)

Likes: Goofy, singing, dancing, her job as talent manager, guys with black hair and “cute laughter”

Dislikes: Being bossed around, Bliss’ nagging, fear of being hated by Goofy or Maxine

Jolly Wings was a sub-vocalist of Wings' Wink consisted with her and her two older sisters; Bliss and Glory B. Sister-in-law of Goofy, aunt of Debbie, George Jr, and Maxine. She is currently a talent manager where Maxine later joins to work. Not many have known but only FEW knows Jolly's longtime unrequited crush on Goofy (especially Clarabelle). 

With her two older sisters, they formed a girl band “Wings’ Wink” and received a status as sub-vocalist of the group. Being the youngest of the group, she was forced to maintain the image of “cute and innocent” one by the recording company. At some point, she encountered Goofy who was working as talent and also a student of college. Goofy has become her first friend and companion she could talk to when feeling stressed. Through this, Jolly developed romantic feelings for him. However, when hearing Glory B becoming pregnant with Goofy’s child, she felt betrayed and upset she refused to contact with her older sister. While Bliss became a songwriter, Jolly debuted as solo singer under the stage name “Jolly Roger” in a concept of rebellious girl, receiving more popularity. When Glory B passed away, Jolly did not attend her funeral as it could mean she would see her and Goofy’s children. When the tabloids made a false article about Goofy and Clarabelle’s scandal, Jolly was immediately hostile towards Clarabelle but relieved to learn the scandal was not true.

At some point, Jolly Wings retired as a singer and worked as talent manager. There were few occasions she have noticed Maxine’s talent; one is where she and her father danced with Powerline on stage at Los Angeles, California during the girl’s summer vacation. The second was College X-Game where Maxine won the competition against Bradley Uppercrust III. When the Disney Studio wish to have Maxine debuted, they hired Jolly as her manager. When meeting Maxine in person for the time as she was introduced as her aunt, Maxine happily hugged her, much to her surprise. Though, when seeing Maxine performing or displaying her talents, Jolly felt the bitterness as she views Maxine as perfect combination of Goofy and Glory B. Later, it is revealed that Jolly has been giving Maxine’s informations to the Beagle Boys, the hip-hop-rap-pop group who was envious of Maxine’s growing popularity. As Jolly interact with Maxine more, the less she felt bitter and grew to genuinely care for her niece. But, the conflict rise when Maxine received her first award in music as Beagle Boys sold Maxine’s informations of current house she stays, her private accounts, and her love life before telling Maxine that Jolly has been working for them by gaining her informations and secrets. However, Maxine surprised the Beagle Boys and Jolly by saying she already knew everything (including Jolly’s feelings for Goofy), because she asked Bradley to spy on them as she, in fact, has not entirely trusted Jolly who has not been in her family life until now. Maxine also added that nothing would ever distract her from what she enjoys as she won’t tell the entire thing to her father Goofy.

Since then, Maxine has not calling Jolly “aunt” as she referred her by a name as the only time she would talk to her aunt is during work outside college. Interpreting this as renouncing her, Jolly has grown immense remorse of her actions and starts to put efforts to reconcile with Maxine. Finally turning to Goofy for help and told him everything that happened, Goofy was not angry but still upset. However, he advised her to talk to Maxine and see whether his daughter could forgive or not. Jolly tearfully apologized, confessing her actions were because of her obsession with him, finally able to tell him what she have felt. Goofy apologized for unable to see through her clearly and is glad that she is willing to be close to Maxine as a family. Eventually, she and Maxine finally able to talk as Maxine told her that while the betrayal still hurts, she never hate her aunt as the reason why she avoided her was because knowing her feelings for Goofy and her resentment of Glory, Maxine thought that keeping the distance or renouncing her would make Jolly feel better. Though, Maxine added that Jolly might have to avoid Pete or Peg for a while because he snitched on his wife about Jolly’s betrayal to Maxine and Peg was absolutely UPSET.

Later, Jolly also reconnected with her older sister Bliss and encountered her daughter Debbie. In some occasions, Jolly is seen stopping her sister from trying to break Debbie and Duke apart. Finally able to move on from her first love, Jolly awkwardly but genuinely bonds with Sylvia who eventually married Goofy. At some point, Jolly properly meets two boys who have feelings for Maxine; Rox and Bradley. When asking the latter how did he find out about her, Bradley explained of his sharp profiling and analysis of her, the Beagle Boys, deducting her lifestyle and her feelings for Goofy, which greatly scared her as she replied she “doesn’t want to be his enemy”. Fortunately, she is currently in a healthy relationship with the leader of Beagle boys, Big Time, who has let go of his obsession in success.

[latenightswithdoom]

Characters

(Organized Alphabetically for ease of use. If a character does not appear they either A. Haven’t been added yet and you can send an ask if they will be added as an accepted character, or B. Are not an accepted character.)

Avatar: Aang, Asami, Azula, Katara, Korra, Sokka, Mei, Tonraq, Toph, Zuko

Ben Ten: Ben, Gwen, Kevin

Beastars: Haru, Jack, Juno, Legoshi, Louis

DC: Barbra Gordon, Barry Allen, Beast Boy, Blackfire, Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Clark Kent, Clara Kent, Cyborg, Damian Wayne, Diana Prince, Dick Grayson, Hal Jordan, Harleen Quinzel, Harvey Dent, Jessica Cruz, Johnathan Kent, John Stewart, Lady Shiva, Pamala Isley, Power Girl, Raven, Selena Kyle, Sierra Hall, Starfire, Stephane Brown, Talia Al Ghul, Tim Drake, Wally West

Disney: Anna, Ariel, Aurora, Belle, Cinderella, Elsa, Gaston, Honeymarren, Jasmine, Moana, Mulan, Pocahontas, Rapunzel, Tiana

Edgerunners: David, Lucy, Rebbeca

Gravity Falls: Dipper, Mabel, Pacifica, Wendy

Helltaker: Asmodeus, Azazel, Beelzebub, Helltaker, Judgement, Justice, Loremaster, Lucifer

Helluva/Hazbin: Adam, Alastor, Angel Dust, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Blitzø, Charlie, Chaz, Husker, Lilith, Loona, Lucifer, Lute, Mille, Moxxie, Octavia, Stella, Striker, Vaggie, Velvette, Verosika, Vortex, Vox

Incredibles: Bob, Dash, Helen, Tony, Violet

Invincible: Amber, Anissa, Debbie, Eve, Immortal, Kate, Mark, Nolan, Rex

Kim Possible: Ann, Bonnie, Jim, Kim, Monique, Ron, Tim

Legend of Zelda: Ganon, Link, Zelda

Mario: Bowser, Daisy, Peach, Rosalina

Marvel: Ben Grimm, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Drax, Felica Hardy, Gamora, Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn, Jean Grey, Jennifer Walters, Jessica Drew, Johnny Storm, Jubilee, Logan, Mary Jane Watson, Miguel O’Hara, Miles Morales, Mystique, Natasha Romanov, Nebula, Peni Parker, Pepper Potts, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Reed Richards, Rio Morales, Scott Summers, Steve Rogers, Susan Storm, Thor, Tony Stark

Miraculous: Alya, Adrien, Chloe, Marionette, Sabine, Tomoe

Miss Kobyashi’s Dragon Maid: Elma, Kobyashi, Lucoa, Tohru

Murder Drones: J, N, Tessa, Uzi, V

Overwatch: Ana, Ashe, Brigette, Cassidy, Doomfist, DVA, Echo, Emily, Hanzo, Genji, Kiriko, Mei, Mercy, Moira, Pharah, Ramattra, Reaper, Reinhardt, Roadhog, Solder 76, Tracer, Widowmaker, Zarya

Owl House: Amity, Camila, Eda, Edric, Emira Hunter, Luz, Willow, Vee

RWBY: Adam, Alyx, Blake, Bleiss, Cardin, Ciel, Cinder, Coco, Dove, Emerald, Flynt, Fox, Ghira, Glynda, Goth Nora, Hazel, Ilia, Ivori, Jacques, Jaune, Jessica, Junior, Kali, Kobalt, Leo, Lewis, Lil Miss Malachite, May Marigold, May Zedong, Mercury, Neo, Neon, Neptune, Nolan, Nora, Oscar, Ozpin, Penny, Port, Pyrrha, Qrow, Raven, Ren, Roman, Roy, Ruby, Russel, Sage, Salem, Saphron, Scarlet, Shad E. Mann, Summer, Sun, Tai, Theodore, Velvet, Weiss, Whitley, Willow, Winter, Yang, Yatsu

Scooby-Doo: Daphne, Fred, Scooby, Velma

She-Ra: Adora, Catra, Glitter

Sonic: Amy, Knuckles, Rouge, Shadow, Sonic, Tails

Spy x Family: Lloyd, Yor

Star Wars: Ahsoka, Alyaa Secura, Anakin Skywalker, Asaji Ventress, Ben Solo, Bly, Bo-Katan, Cal Kestis, Han Solo, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Obi Wan Kenobi, Padame Amadala, Sabine Wren, Shami Skywalker

TCOAAL: Andrew Graves, Ashley Graves, Julia, Renee Graves

Zootopia: Bellweather, Bogo, Bonnie, Fennec, Judy, Lionheart, Nick

[loganlostitall]

C, F, L for ask game.

A ship I have never liked and probably never will:

Oooh girl you trying to get me in trouble LOL. Every ship from my last post probably falls under this category as well, besides Rickyl and Desus because I genuinely don’t think I’ve been in this fandom long enough to say that those won’t be my favorite ships in a few years. I don’t think they’ll grow on me but I also said that Daryl would never grow on me, and the same with Negan, soooo I’m not going to make the mistake of using those words ever again LOL.

I can say for TWD though that Daryl Dixon x Leah Shaw, Negan Smith x Alpha, and.. whew… Bethyl aren’t ever gonna be something I like. You’re gonna get me killed here. But Beth Greene x Daryl Dixon is almost exactly the same age gap as Amanda and I were, and you were already my friend when that whole mess happened so I’m sure that comes as no surprise to you. (Amanda is my ex girlfriend?? who was 38 when I was 15, fun time 😀). And Daryl was I believe 41 while Beth was 18 so that’s quite literally the same number of years. 23. No ty. It doesn’t nauseate me because she’d be an adult but I do try to avoid reading it; my mutuals can talk about it though if they want for all I care. I do in fact believe that Beth had a crush on Daryl and just wouldn’t have pursued him, looked for those traits elsewhere.

Marvel forever dislikes: Tony Stark x Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff x Puerto Maximoff, Gamora x Nebula, Peter Parker x Morgan Stark (seriously, ew), Thanos x Loki Laufeyson, Odin Borrson x Loki Laufeyson, Odin Borrson x Thor Odinson, Odin Borrson x Hela Odindottir, Freyja Freyrdottir (Frigga) x Loki Laufeyson, May Parker-Jameson x Peter Parker, Norman Osborn x Peter Parker, Otto Octavius x Peter Parker, Skip Westcott x Peter Parker!!!!!!!!, Tony Stark x Sentient Armor, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Brunnhilde x Hela Odindottir, Thor Odinson x Carol Danvers, James Howlett x Anna Marie, if I listed them all I’d be here all night

DC forever dislikes: Alfred Pennyworth x Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne x Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Lucas Fox, Barbara Gordon, or any of Batman’s sidekicks (I think you get my point by now), Jack Napier x Harleen Quinzel, Jack Napier x Clark Kent, Hal Jordan x Arisia Rrab (she’s an entire child 😐), Dick Grayson x Catalina Flores (sexual assault), there are just so many more

Shameless forever dislikes: Fiona Gallagher x literally everyone she ever dated, Debbie Gallagher x all of her exes as well, Lip Gallagher x Mandy Milkovich (she rped him guys!!! don’t forget), Lip Gallagher x Karen Jackson, Karen Jackson x Frank Gallagher, Frank Gallagher x Sammi Slott (that’s your child dude…), Ian Gallagher x Kash Karib, Ian Gallagher x Caleb Daniels, Carl Gallagher x Kassidi Gallagher (typing that made me laugh 😭), Carl Gallagher x Dominique Winslow, Carl Gallagher x Tish (she rped him as well), Liam Gallagher x Sissy (MORE rpe), please just let my babies be happy and in love

Euphoria forever dislikes: Maddie Perez x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Jules Vaughn, Cal Jacobs x Nate Jacobs, Cal Jacobs x Jules Vaughn, Cassie Howard x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Fezco O’Neill, Fezco O’Neill x Ashtray

What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

I am still a Marvel and DC fan, so it’s gotta be those. I’ve literally been a fan since I was born.

Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves.

Maggie Rhee does her absolute best for her son. I… don’t have much /pos commentary besides that 😭

[bllsbailey]

Democrat Elissa Slotkin, Republican Mike Rogers Win Michigan Primary Races for U.S. Senate

In a competitive Michigan primary for the Senate seat being vacated by Democrat Sen. Debbie Stabenow, Rep. Elissa Slotkin (D-MI) went up against actor and businessman Hill Harper. DDHQ reports that Slotkin has won the seat handily, defeating Harper 80 percent to 20 percent. 

U.S. Rep. Elissa Slotkin is the winner of Michigan’s Democratic U.S. Senate primary, DDHQ projects. Slotkin was running against actor and businessman Hill Harper. Slotkin, 48, is currently the U.S. Representative for Michigan’s 7th District – which includes all of Ingham, Livingston, Shiawassee and Clinton counties, plus areas of Eaton, Genesee and Oakland counties.

Slotkin took to X to announce her victory, thank her supporters, and, of course, fundraise.

THANK YOU, MICHIGAN!! Thank you to everyone who cast their ballot in this primary election – and to everyone who knocked a door, talked to voters, or chipped in a few bucks to fuel this campaign. I’m thrilled to officially be your Democratic Nominee for Senate. And for those who may not have voted for me, I look forward to earning your support. Today marks the official start of the 90-day sprint to the general election in November. We have a lot of work to do yet, and I’m going to need a full grassroots team and a groundswell by my side. So the moment is now: can I count on you to chip in $5 to help us start off the general election in the strongest position possible and keep Michigan blue? Let’s do this!!

For the November 5 General Election, Slotkin faces Republican and former Rep. and FBI agent Mike Rogers, who is endorsed by former President and GOP nominee Donald Trump. Rogers won the Republican primary, defeating former Congressman Justin Amash 65 percent to 15 percent. Two other Republican challengers were also defeated, taking up the rest of the vote.

DDHQ is projecting that U.S. Rep. Mike Rogers will win Michigan’s Republican primary for U.S. Senate, beating out former Rep. Justin Amash and West Michigan Dr. Sherry O’Donnell. Rogers, 61, served as a congressman for Michigan’s 8th District from 2001 to 2015, and also worked as an FBI agent and was a Michigan State senator.

As a Congresswoman, Slotkin has positioned herself as a moderate, touting her work as a CIA analyst and in the Defense Department under presidents Barack Obama and George W. Bush. When Rogers served in Congress, he headed the House Intelligence Committee and plans to focus on the economy, the Southern border, and crime.

With the shifting tides of the Michigan electorate, the race is considered a toss-up.

Non-partisan political handicapper, the Cook Political Report, rated the open Senate seat as a "Toss Up." The race was originally thought to be "Lean Democratic" but was shifted shortly before President Biden exited the 2024 race. Bailey: in the above photos which one looks smarter the democrat woman or the republican man? If you have half a brain you should be able to answer this.

[daydream-cement]

Debbie would for sure be a cuddly little thing with Ophelia. Never wanting to leave her side and always holding her hand

here is a little snippet of what some of you little fuckers sweet babies want:

"Who is that?" Ophelia leaned to her sister's side, folding her arms in front of her chest. A few daisy petals sprinkled the floor at her feet and she tilted her head, unable to take her eyes off the beautiful woman who entered the house with Cousin Fern.

Fern was talking quickly, gesturing with her hands as she spoke to the blonde. Morticia turned her head and spoke softly, "Fester's ex, Debbie. She tried killing us all, but she is truly a delight."

The woman wore a simple white dress that drew Ophelia's eyes down her body. She seemed just as loud and engaged in the conversation as Fern was. Ophelia was never as subdued as her sister, so she strode over to where Fern and Debbie chatted, placing a hand on Fern's arm, "You must introduce me to your friend, cousin."

Fern's head swivels to look at Ophelia and her smile grows even bigger, "Debbie, this is Ophelia! Morticia's sister. Ophelia, this is-"

Ophelia was anything but subtle, "You're quite beautiful."

Debbie seemed a little taken aback at first, but she was never one to turn down a spot of flirting. She looked Ophelia up and down, a smirk gracing her lips. Truthfully, she had only ever been with men, but this woman in front of her seemed like she would be fun, "Care to show me around?"

Fern stood there in the front walkway, completely abandoned by the two blondes. Morticia smirked as she approached Fern, "They are going to be good together."

this was cute. i love all the ideas u send.

[lesbiradshaw]

battlefield boyfriends!

[debdarkpetal]

Roger Taylor and Blondie's singer Debbie Harry at Bel Air Hotel, Los Angeles, California, 1977, February. Picture by Jenny Lens.

[a-d-lesbian]

Why haven't any of you cowards done this yet

Bonus:

[elixirfromthestars]

One Call Away

Pairing: Agent!Bucky Barnes x Journalist!Reader

Summary: You’re a journalist in the late 1950s working for a gossip magazine. You write an article about the actor Steve Rogers, and his agent Bucky Barnes is not happy about it. He confronts you and offers you a deal.

Word Count: 6.4k

Warning(s): suggestive language/drinking/implied PG-13 public display of affection/a slight mention of a random side character cheating/if you squint really hard there’s a hint of angst/not much overall

a/n: Hello everyone! This is my first fic on here and I hope you all like it! This fic is a submission for the all’s well writing challenge being held by the lovely @barnesafterglow​ . The lyrics that inspired me for this fic were,” No more keepin’ score. Now I just keep you warm. No more tug of war. Now I just know there’s more.” From the song Long Story Short by Taylor Swift. Thank you so much for reading! ♡

✧༺♡༻∞　　∞༺♡༻✧

     “ Hey, Y/n, some agent is here to see you. He’s a real dreamboat,” Debbie, your editor, rushed into your office. You looked up to see the look on her face matched the tone of her voice, completely smitten. 

     You knew exactly who she was talking about.

     “ Send him in,” you answered nonchalantly before placing your attention back onto the typewriter in front of you. The last article you wrote was a hit with the public and your boss was expecting another piece just as successful. Little did he know, you were in the right place at the right time to get that scoop. You had a deadline to meet with no new gossip to report. 

     To sum it up, you were stressed. 

     The door creaked open and you didn’t pay any attention until the door was shut. There were many expressions you had the pleasure of seeing on the face of the man in front of you. As a journalist, you had run into him more than once and even became what you could call friends. Friends that had a slight flirtatious comment here, a smug smile there, and with a usual healthy dose of banter. However, today, James Buchanan Barnes wasn’t flashing his pearly whites or winking at you with those ocean eyes of his. 

     No. Today, he was mad. 

     “ What’s the meaning of this?” He held a magazine in his fist, one which you assumed held the article you had written. You knew he wouldn’t be happy about it, but you didn’t think it would upset him this much. It wasn’t like you reported a lie. Nonetheless, displeasure was written all over his face.

     You scoffed,” Buchanan, don’t come and give me a hard time just because you didn’t like what I wrote about your friend. It’s not very professional of you.” You kept your face as neutral as possible. You knew calling him Buchanan would get on his nerves—he glared at you the moment it slipped from your lips. If he was going to show up here and waste your writing time over an article, then you weren’t going to make it easy on him. You wanted to have a little bit of fun with this side of him you hadn’t seen before.

     “ Steve Rogers cozying it up with his co-star Lorraine,” he imitated your voice as he read the article title,” You crossed the line with this one. How did you even get that picture?” He placed the magazine on your desk. The picture of Steve Rogers kissing a notorious Hollywood actress stared back at you. You brushed off his anger,” First of all, I do not sound like that. Second of all, you do know I write for the biggest celebrity magazine here in New York, right? This baby sold more copies than any other article in years. You should be happy for me,” you couldn’t hold back a smug smile. He didn’t like that.

     “ Y/n, I’m not playing games here. This is bad. Steve is real upset over this,” he motioned over to the picture in emphasis.

     “ He shouldn’t be. When my article came out his ticket sales went through the roof. You’re welcome,” you pointed out. 

     “ It’s not about that,” he shook his head before sitting in the seat in front of you. You raised your eyebrows in anticipation. ” Steve was trying to get with this broad, Peggy. Never seen him be like this towards anyone before, but ever since that article came out, she hasn’t returned his calls. He’s heartbroken, moping around his apartment all day,” he exhaled worriedly. You took a second to process what he said.

     “ So let me get this straight. Your friend goes and kisses his co-star, and somehow it’s my fault his other lady found out?” You looked at him in slight disbelief. Was he really blaming you for this? Yes, you had written the article, but it wasn’t your fault Steve was seeing multiple women. If anything, you felt like you did this Peggy woman a favor. 

     He threw his head back onto the chair, clearly fed up,” She kissed him. He wants nothing to do with her. The only woman he has eyes for is Peggy. I keep trying to cast him in other projects, but he refuses to do anything else until this is resolved. He’s real gone with that broad.” His explanation didn’t do much for you except tell you he wasn’t going to let this go. 

     “ Buchanan, he was clearly kissing back.”

     “ Okay, stop with the Buchanan. I already told you what actually happened.” 

     “ That’s not the story the picture tells.” 

     “ A story I would’ve liked to have known about before it was published. I could’ve given you the full story—the true story. Steve isn’t that kind of guy,” His eyes narrowed, a stern look reflected in them. You exhaled, giving in a little,“ Fine. Since we’re friends I could have given you a heads up, but I don’t mix business with friends. I’m sorry your friend is upset, but this is how it is. I don’t know him like you do, so I only report what I see. Even if I had given you a heads up, the article would’ve been published anyway,” you shrugged. He wasn’t going to let this go, but you weren’t backing down either. You only did your job, and based on the public’s response, you did it well.

     He was silent for a moment, collecting himself. A contemplative look on his face.

     “ No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come in here and demanded answers from you. You were just doing your job. It’s just seeing Steve all upset about this, and then seeing you had written it, I guess I got carried away,” he admitted with an embarrassed look on his face. You knew Steve was like a brother to him, so it made sense why he jumped on his defense so quickly. You would never let him know, but it was hard to stay mad at him.

     “ Apology accepted. Now, if there’s nothing else, then. . .” You trailed off not knowing a nice way to tell him to leave. If it was any other day, you would have gladly accepted the distraction from hours of writing. Today was not that day. Not when you had this deadline tugging at you harder than gravity itself. 

     He laughed,” Kicking me out already?” He shuffled in the seat, sitting more comfortably in spite of what you said. You rubbed your temples to soothe the headache that was emerging,” My boss wants a new article as big as this one in the next two weeks. Just so you know, the whole Steve thing was a coincidence. No one tipped me off or nothing. I was just in the right place at the right time. Now because of that, I have to submit something just as good, if not better,” you explained your current situation. It took you a lot of sleepless nights to prove yourself here at the Empire State Exposé. You thought that maybe when you finally had written something that was praised, it would take some of the pressure you felt off of you. You were undeniably wrong. 

     The pressure got worse. 

     His face lit up,” A new story, huh? Doll, it’s funny you say that since as an agent, I hear a lot of stories all the time. A lot of interesting stories. . .” he showed off his signature smile. You leaned forward, intrigued at what you assumed to be a mutually beneficial agreement of some kind. “ What are you on about, Barnes?” You wanted him to get to the point, but he wanted to have fun drawing this out. 

     “ Well, L/n, think about it. Imagine the things the other agents spill when they’re three bottles in,” you nodded and motioned for him to continue,” All the things they say when there isn’t a reporter in sight. Just the other agents listening in and telling their own stories too,” he spoke slowly to accentuate every word. Now you fully understood what he meant. 

     “ Okay, please get to the point. My deadline is still here.” Your impatience made him chuckle. “ Fine. Fine. Look, since we’re friends, then I think we could help each other. I could give you insider information about lots of celebrities, in exchange for you giving me a heads up on any articles about Steve. Maybe even some editorial rights. . ?” He knew the last suggestion was a stretch and by the look on your face he was right.

     “ I am not letting you control what I write. Giving you a heads up, however, is something I could do. Not just on my work, but others too.” You understood that if he was going to put his reputation on the line for you, then you should reciprocate with something that meant just as much—something that could tarnish your reputation as well.

     You thought about it for a moment and shook your head,” But I don’t think this is going to work out. If the other agents find out you’re leaking precious info, they’re not going to like it.” You brought up the potential complications. He smirked and leaned in real close to you from where he was sitting. If he came any closer your noses would be touching. If you were anybody else, this simple gesture would’ve had you melting like putty at his gaze. You, however, had seen him do this with a lot of women, so you weren’t affected by it. 

     “ They won’t find out because it’ll be our little secret.”

     “ Oh, we have secrets now?”

     “ Doll, this will be the first of many.”

     He flashed that captivating grin of his and you stared intently at his ocean eyes. You searched in them for a reason not to trust him. A part of you was hoping they would scream back at you don’t do it. You weren’t the closest of friends, and for all you knew he could try and give you false information to make fun of you—you hurt his friend after all. Looking at the ocean, however, brought you reassurance not distrust. 

     Not even an ounce of it. 

     “ If I accept this, then whatever information you give me has to have some sort of evidence to back it up. I can’t risk my credibility and that way I know you’re not giving me a fake story.” You laid out your condition. He couldn’t argue with that, “ Wouldn’t want you to. I’m risking my credibility too, so I’m not losing it over something stupid. I’ll call you when something interesting happens.” He stood up to leave. 

     “ Here, take my card. It’s got my number on it.” 

     “ I knew you’d give me your number eventually, doll.” 

     “ It's my work number.”

     He laughed at that,” Same difference. Means I’m a step closer to you giving me your real number.” He took the card from your hand, intentionally brushing against it with his own. You only gave him a disapproving look in return. If this was how your situationship was going to be from now on, then you weren’t looking forward to it. 

     Well, actually you were, you were just too stubborn to admit it.

     Four days had gone by since then, and you received no calls from Bucky. Your deadline was getting closer by the second and the pressure was crushing you at this point. You hadn’t been going to the office lately, since there was nothing new to write. Instead, you spent your hours in your usual go to places to find something to report on. You knew all the locations the celebrities went to, to mingle amongst themselves. You were good at fitting in and usually no one could spot that you were a journalist. A few times even, you were mistaken for someone famous. 

     You blew out into the frigid Manhattan air, watching your breath become visible. The day went by as usual, and you had nothing new to report on. Along with the cold weather, it had rained profusely. You were soaked and needed to dry off somewhere. You were a few blocks away from your apartment, but you thought it was best to let the rain die down a bit before making that walk. Out of all the buildings nearby, you chose to dry off at the nearest bar. You could use a drink. 

     You scurried inside as the rain around you poured harder. You took off your coat, hanging it on a rack for it to dry. A quick survey of the bar made you realize it was more elegant looking than you were used to with its leather seats and mahogany tables. This meant any drinks came with a more elegant price. 

      Out of the blue, you recognized a laugh that echoed throughout the bar. There directly in your line of sight was James Buchanan Barnes drinking with some of his work buddies you happened to not recognize. It was like the universe and fate aligned for you in that exact moment. If he had forgotten about your previous deal, well, you were there now to refresh his memory. 

     As you approached him, he locked eyes with you and frowned. He then excused himself before walking over to you.

     “ You stalking me now, doll?”

     “ No, this is just a coincidence.”

     “ Yeah, one hell of a one.”

     You rolled your eyes,” Think what you want to, but I swear I only came in to dry off. I had no idea you were here, but I’m glad I caught you. We have a deal, Buchanan, and it almost seems like you’ve forgotten.” You alluded to the fact that he hadn’t contacted you and therefore, you were now slightly suspicious of him. His eyes darted to his friends before grabbing you by the arm and dragging you towards the back of the bar where the restrooms were. His friends hollered and chanted at the two of you. 

     “ Will you let me go?! Your friends are going to think something’s up,” you tried to shake yourself from his grasp, but he didn’t budge an inch. “ Just ignore them. Some of those friends work in the same industry with me and they already saw me with you. If they find out who you are, they’ll ruin me.” At that point, you were out of sight and he let you go. You took a few steps back from him and noticed, to your left, there was a couple making out at the other end of the hallway. 

     Great. Now you knew exactly why his friends were cheering him on. 

     “ Easy for you to say. Besides, now your friends just think I’m another one of your conquests,” you motioned over to the couple and he didn't have to look to know what you were talking about. “ One of my conquests? I have conquests now?” His eyebrows raised, amused at the idea. You gave him a deadpan stare,” Bucky, let’s just say if you were a star, then I’d have a lot to write about you. You can’t imagine the stories I’ve heard about you.” Your response only entertained him. 

     “ I don’t have to imagine, Y/n. If you want, you don’t have to imagine either,” his tone turned seductive and the energy around you both shifted. His eyes found their way to your lips before meeting your eyes again. He took a step closer to you and your hand went up like a reflex to keep him at a distance. You were used to his flirtatious remarks, so it was easy to not take them too seriously. 

     “ Let’s leave all that to your imagination. Anyway, you haven’t called me to tell me anything. I have a deadline, you know.” You reminded him for what felt like the millionth time. His smile fell,” You might have mentioned that before,” sarcasm dripped from every word,” I might have something, but you did ask for evidence, so I’m getting you that before I say anything.” He clarified his silence on the matter. You nodded in approval, “ Well, then just let me know when you have it,” you began to walk away, but his hand took hold of your wrist. “ Wait, you’re not staying right?” He asked and you raised an eyebrow quizzically,” If I was, do you have a problem with that?” His eyes searched your face for an answer.

     “ Do I have to remind you who’s out there.” 

     “Oh, you don’t have to remind me. I just want a drink before I leave.” 

     “Doll.”

     “ Buchanan.”

     He knew there was no point in arguing with you, so he let you go. When his friends were finally in sight again, you noticed they had been staring in the direction where you both were the entire time. You also noticed they had an array of untouched shots scattered all over their table. 

     An idea popped into your head. You knew it was a risky idea, but you had to make him suffer a little for toying with you. 

     After all, it was the constant back and forth you both enjoyed the most. 

     “ Y/n, don’t you dare–” his protests in the distance went unheard as you wandered over to the table with an innocent smile on your face,“ Any chance I can have one of those?” You gestured to the shots and one of his friends gladly handed you one. You drank it happily before thanking him for it. You felt Bucky’s presence behind you. 

     You turned to him with that same innocent smile you had plastered on before,“ I told you I was getting that drink, Buchanan. Enjoy the rest of your night.” You tapped his chest twice before turning to leave. You missed the dazzled look on his face. He wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed, impressed, or both.

     “ Doll, wait–” You didn’t stay to listen to him and instead went over to the rack where your coat was hanging. It was still a little damp, but nothing compared to how it was when you first came in. 

     “ Hold up,” Bucky rushed over to you. You were already coming up with rebuttals in your head to his potential arguments when he placed an object in your hand. It was a black umbrella. 

     You frowned  waiting for an explanation, even though it was a simple and clear gesture. “ Don’t look at me like that. You’re going to need it, it’s pouring out there,” with his other hand he touched the collar of your coat,” You can take my coat too. Yours isn’t dry yet.” He let go of the umbrella and reached behind you for his coat. The entire time you just stood there dumbfounded, your hand still extended out holding onto the umbrella. 

     Bucky had never left you speechless before, but in this moment he had. He was being attentive and caring—a side you never got to see directed at you. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever seen it with anyone else either. The look of concern for you on his face made your head spin. Was this another one of his attempts to get a reaction out of you? You couldn’t find it in yourself to believe that. Everything felt genuine and that had you slightly rattled. 

     Bucky had flustered you for the first time since you met him. 

     “ Here. I’d offer you a ride, but I came with one of the guys,” he draped his coat over your shoulders. It was then that he noticed what a reaction he had caused in you. He smiled, but it wasn’t smug or hiding an ulterior motive. It didn’t say I finally got you or anything of that sort. It was just a real smile. You surprised yourself, wanting to see more smiles like that from him. 

     You responded with a thank you and a smile to match his. 

     The next day you decided to go back to the office. Now that there was a possibility you could meet your deadline, you weren’t as anxious to come in. Your venture there didn’t last long as Debbie informed you, the moment you walked in, that Bucky had left you a message. It was an address you didn’t recognize, along with a time to meet him. You wondered what kind of location he chose.

     Let’s just say it wasn’t what you expected. 

     “ I can’t believe you brought me out to a passion pit.” You looked around at all the couples in their vehicles and it made you highly aware of the fact that it was only you and Bucky in his car.

     He laughed,” Doll, it’s just a drive-in theater. It’s not like I brought you back to my place for a night in. That could be an option, though.” He winked at you, teasing you further. There’s the Bucky you knew.

     You gave him a stern look,” In your dreams, Buchanan. I can’t believe you thought this was better than the bar.” You didn’t understand why of all the places he had to choose here. A drive in theater where no matter what car you looked at, the couples were playing back seat bingo. You hid your face, hoping no one you knew walked by. 

     He shrugged,” Maybe I just didn’t want to come watch a movie alone. I heard they were showing Roman Holiday tonight.” He spoke so casually about the subject he almost had you convinced you planned this out with him before as a friendly outing. You could no longer tell if he was playing with you or not. You thought back to the way the night ended yesterday. Whatever you felt then was foreign to what you were feeling right now. 

     “ Bucky, please stop with these games, I don’t have time for this. Just tell me the information you have for me. I have to write this article by the end of next week.” You pleaded running out of patience. He side eyed you,” You’re no fun, doll.” He sulked in his seat. You found yourself not being able to look at him, and instead stared at the blank movie screen. 

     Suddenly, he leaned his body towards you until your faces were mere inches away from each other. Not this again.

     He rested his right arm on the passenger seat and placed his left hand on the dashboard, caging you in. A glimmer of mischief flashed across his eyes. You knew he was just trying to get a reaction out of you, and you didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

     “ What are you doing?” 

     “ Nervous, Y/n?” 

     You didn’t want to admit it, but a part of you was. Bucky was handsome, there was no denying that. You could usually overlook that considering you two would only ever exchange quips trying to outwit each other. Even so, he had never been this close to you in such a small space before. There was always room for you to back away and avoid whatever feelings you felt him provoke within you. Everything felt more intimate right now and after the way he managed to get you flustered yesterday—you weren’t sure your body wouldn’t freeze up again. You had to do something quick to make sure that didn’t happen. 

     You glanced down at the tie he was wearing and his smile grew conceited. “Thinking about undress–” you didn’t let him finish as you pulled him in by his tie until your noses were a centimeter away from touching.

     Now he looked nervous. 

     “ James Buchanan Barnes, I am all for our usual banter on any other day where my position at my job isn't in jeopardy. So either tell me something I can write about, or I’ll leave and find that story elsewhere,” you laid everything out clearly. His eyes found your own trying to read you. You stared back showing him you weren’t playing around. You were so focused you even held your breath unintentionally. 

     The stare down lasted for at least a minute. You felt like it had been longer. 

     The click of the glove compartment box brought you back in the moment and you realized you still had a hold on his tie. You let go as he grabbed something from inside the box. He closed it before handing it to you,“ Was only reaching over for this.” You delicately took hold of the roll of undeveloped film. You examined it carefully,” What is it exactly that I’ll find here?” He moved away from you and relaxed into the driver’s seat. 

     “ Let’s just say Hollywood’s it boy, Thomas, isn’t as innocent as we thought.” 

     “ What does that mean?”

     “ He’s dating Janet Clark in public. In private, he’s also dating her sister Susan. Word is, neither of the sisters know.” 

     Your eyes went wide at this. This was definitely something you could report on. If the film in this roll backed up what he said, then you’d have your story. Something like that wouldn’t be hard to write about either. You could make your deadline with time to spare. 

     “ You certainly don’t disappoint. I’ll have to get started on this right away,” You started to collect your things. “ That’s it? You’re really not going to stay to watch the movie?” He looked hurt by this. You were taken aback by his reaction.

     ” Sorry, Bucky, I’ll make it up to you, I promise. It’s just I have to get this film developed as soon as possible to get started on the article and meet my–”

     “ Your deadline. Yeah, I get it, doll. Let me at least drive you home.”

     You didn’t speak to each other the whole ride to your apartment. No witty banter, no teasing, and no flirtatious remarks of any kind. The only sound in the car was the voice of Frank Sinatra coming from the radio. A moment like this would have brought you peace before, but not in this instance. No, instead, you felt awkward and an uncomfortable tension filled the air. It was palpable and suffocating. 

     When you got to your apartment there was nothing more that you wanted to do, but run inside and disappear until this new article was finished. However, you remembered you had his umbrella and his coat from yesterday resting on your kitchen table. You told him to wait for a second to return his items to him.

     You slipped out of the car and it wasn’t until the outside air grounded you that you realized your heart was racing. It calmed down with every step you took—until you came back to hand him his belongings.

     “ Thank you. Not just for lending me your umbrella and your coat, but for also holding up your end of the deal,” you fiddled with the strap of your bag as you thanked him. A ghost of a smile played at his lips,” Of course, doll.” His gaze was focused on the dashboard of his car. You felt like you had done something wrong, but you weren’t sure what. All you knew is that you wanted this uncomfortable feeling to go away. 

     “ Bucky wait,” you stopped him from pulling away. “Yes, doll?” This time he turned to face you. There was an unfamiliar emotion in his eyes.“ I just need you to know that if it weren’t for the pressure I’m under right now, I would have stayed and watched the movie with you,” you decided to be honest. Maybe just this once it was better to not hide what you were feeling or what you thought. 

     You were right. 

     His lips curled up, a tender look on his face, “ That means more to me than you’ll ever know, Y/n.” He then drove off leaving you wondering what he meant by that. 

     You spent the following days preparing the article. It was the only thing keeping your mind off of Bucky. If you let your mind wander enough, it would return back to the bar, to the drive-in, and to your apartment street. You didn’t know why your mind was so stuck on replaying these instances in your head any chance it got. It only served to make you overthink things and sit in feelings you weren’t sure of.

     Once your article was done, you sent a final copy to your boss who was over the moon with it. He was curious to learn more about your source, but you assured him it was someone very credible who wished to go unnamed. He was okay with not knowing, as long as you continued to write pieces as good as your last two. 

     When the magazine hit the shelves, all anyone could talk about was the audacity of Hollywood’s it boy. You’ve lost count how many times you turned on the radio and the topic of conversation was your article. All you could think about was how you could have never done it without Bucky. 

     Who, speaking of which, hadn’t contacted you since the night of the drive-in. Debbie had brought up in conversation that Bucky had recently signed on a new client, Sam Wilson, and Steve had gotten one of his biggest roles yet. You assumed he was most likely preoccupied with work and he would call you once he wasn’t so busy. It was strange to think you were waiting in anticipation for the phone to ring and to hear his voice on the other line. 

     You had to admit a part of you missed him.

     He called you three days after the article was released. You were in your office looking over the first draft a coworker of yours had personally asked you to review. You would usually say no to these things, but you had the extra time to kill, so you agreed. 

     That’s when the phone rang.

     “ Bucky? Hi, how have you been?” 

     “ Hey, doll. I’m overwhelmed. I took on another friend as a client and Steve got this big role, courtesy of yours truly, of course. I haven’t had time for anything else.” 

     “ I heard about that. You’re a busy man, Barnes.”

     “ I’m not the only one. I actually called to congratulate you on the article. I saw you made the front page. I finally got a copy of it this morning, and I think it’s your best work yet. You did a great job, Y/n,” he sounded proud of you. You felt your face get warm,” Thanks, Bucky. I couldn’t have done it without you. We make a good team,” you said, fiddling with the telephone cord. 

     “ Speaking of which, do you think you could meet me for lunch later? Around 2? I have another developing story I think you should investigate further.” You thought about your current schedule and for the most part it was empty. Even if it wasn’t, you weren't going to pass up the opportunity to work on something new. You also wanted to see Bucky. 

     “ Lunch sounds great.” 

     “ Good. Make sure you wear something nice.”

     You dismissed his comment as another one of his typical remarks. You were at the office and you were too lazy to go home and change, so you decided to go straight from work to whatever place he had planned for lunch. 

     He shared the details of where to meet him and you wrote it all down on a piece of paper. You stayed on the phone with him for a few more minutes with a bit of small talk. That was until he had to go to a meeting with some executive producer. He said it shouldn't be too long, but in case it did, he just wanted to give you a heads up. 

     Once one thirty rolled around, you took a cab to the address written on the paper. You were earlier than you’d like, but you had gotten so bored waiting for two o’clock to roll around you decided to leave early and explore the place. This way you could also get a look at the menu. 

     The lunch location ended up being this beautiful Italian restaurant that opened up fairly recently called Castello. Debbie had talked your ear off about it being her new “go to date spot” not too long ago. You wanted to see if it was as good as she made it seem. 

     Inside you confirmed it was even better than it had been described to you. You felt like you were in a palace garden in Venice. The artwork that lined the white walls gave the perfect pop of color amongst the vines that decorated the ceilings and walls. Replicas of famous Italian sculptures were placed throughout with a beautiful fountain in the middle of it all, it was breathtaking. 

     Now you wished you had gone home and changed. 

     You gave the hostess Bucky’s name for the reservation and she sat you in a booth with a beautiful vase of freshly plucked dark red carnations in the middle as a centerpiece. Not long after, a waitress came by,” Would you like to order anything first, honey, or are you going to wait for your boyfriend?” She asked, opening up her server pad. You giggled at the boyfriend name drop,” Oh no, he’s not my boyfriend, and I’ll just wait till he gets here.” She looked surprised, “ Sorry, honey. I just thought since he asked for the couples setup, you two were dating. It’s pretty pricey, so we don't normally have anyone else order it. Anyway, excuse my mistake. I’ll come back once he gets here,” she sent you an apologetic smile before walking over to another table. Why would Bucky order a couples setup? 

     You looked around the booth and noticed you had been oblivious to what was in front of you. The napkins were red and folded into hearts while two lovers were painted on the vase holding the carnations. You didn’t want to misinterpret the situation, but it was starting to get hard not to. 

  ��  Wait a minute. He also asked you to dress nice.

     Then it hit you. This was a date.

     A date disguised as a professional meeting, but still a date. Bucky’s true intention of this get together was to take you out on a date. You had mixed feelings about this. It wasn’t until recently that you thought of Bucky in a romantic way-–that you actually considered being more than friends. 

     The more you thought about it, however, the nicer the idea seemed. You imagined what it would be like to get to know Bucky on a deeper level. To get to know his biggest dreams and be there to support him when they felt out of his reach. To find out his biggest fears and be there to comfort him when he was drowning in them. To get to know his darkest secrets, and in spite of them, love him dearly. 

     What it would be like to kiss him. You were wondering that the most.

     Your thoughts were getting the best of you, and reality sunk in. You weren’t ready at this moment to be on a date with him. You looked down at your work clothes and felt overwhelmingly self conscious. For your first date you wanted to look nice and feel confident. You weren’t feeling either right now. 

     You also wished he had been more direct about things. Looking back at your previous interactions, maybe he had been hinting at something more the entire time, but you interpreted things differently. Either way you concluded you just weren't ready, yet. 

     He still hadn’t arrived by the time you decided your first date would have to be another time. You wanted to hear Bucky say to you that this is something that he wanted. No more back and forth teasing. Just an honest answer and a genuine I like you. You wanted reassurance that this wasn’t just some another one of his plays. 

     You tore out a piece of paper from the notepad in your bag and wrote down a small note. 

     Here’s my real number. xxx-xxx-xxxx. Call me and ask me out on a proper date, Bucky. How about we catch that movie we missed? Popcorn’s on me. ;)

     p.s. my favorite flowers are y/f/f :)

     Xoxo, 

     Y/n 

     You grabbed a carnation and rolled your note around its stem. You placed it on top of the heart shaped napkin in front of you. You then went home, crossing your fingers hoping things worked out in your favor. 

     Not too long after, as you arrived home, Bucky entered Castello, scanning the room to spot you. When he couldn’t find you, the hostess informed him you had already left. He felt a slight sting in his heart until the hostess gave him the carnation with your note tied around it. He looked at it curiously, before getting the courage to open it. He read it over and beamed at the contents written inside. He knew he should have asked you on a date more directly. He was scared you would say no since you still thought all of his advances were just a way to tease you and get a reaction out of you, but it wasn’t.

     His feelings for you, were the realest thing he knew.

     This was no longer a ‘see who could outwit and outsmart the other tug of war’ anymore. This was something more. He knew it the moment he found himself buying all the Empire State Exposé magazines just to read your work and the way he somehow managed to find a longer route to his apartment, and yet he took it every day because it passed by your office on the way. He never worked up the courage to visit it until that article about Steve. He started to understand Steve’s feelings for Peggy now, because he felt the same way about you. He couldn’t put it into words how gorgeous and striking he found you.  He wanted to get to know every bit of you and have you be proud to call him yours someday.

         He made a choice to skip lunch and instead head home. He had two very important calls to make. The first, a call to a florist to make you the grandest bouquet of your favorite flower. The second, to you. He wanted to hear from your own lips that you wanted this just as much as he did. 

     Long story short, your love story was just one call away.

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

office hijinks

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female!reader

Summary: Steve comes to your office Christmas party and gets a little more than he bargained for.

Warnings: pet names (sweetheart), fluff, smut; oral (m receiving), unprotected sex. This blog is 18+ only. MINORS DNI.

Author's note: Soft golden boy Steve is back in another Christmas caper and we got a lil steamy with this one! (word count: 1.5k)

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Steve couldn’t remember the last time he felt this nervous. He was used to high stakes situations and long gone were the days where he was constantly fighting for people’s approval. But right here, at your office Christmas party, surrounded by people he’s never met, people you like and care for, he could feel his palms start to sweat.

He wanted their approval.

Not that you’d care either way, but the thought of embarrassing you has him tugging on the collar of his shirt.

Your voice brings him out of his head as you pass him a beer and direct his gaze across the room.

“Okay, so Debbie is a huge fan and will definitely ask you for your autograph at some point and she will most likely ask for it to be on her bra,” you chuckle, Steve can feel his cheeks turn pink at your words, “but don’t worry, I won’t leave you to fend for yourself with Debbie.”

You turn your gaze to the man standing next to Debbie, “that’s Henry, he has a huge crush on you. I honestly thought he was going to throw up when I told him you were coming with me. But, don’t worry I’ve warned him if he tries to touch your biceps I’ll break his fingers.”

Steve snickers at the serious tone of your voice, you know how much he doesn’t like to be touched by strangers, and the thought of you being violent towards anyone is enough to bring a smile to his face.

“Well, let's hope it doesn’t come to that, sweetheart,” he grins, taking a sip of his beer as you greet one of your co-workers that walks past.

To Steve’s surprise, the evening goes smoothly. Your coworkers can’t help but love him, they even manage to remain respectful although you do glare at a couple of them when they start asking personal questions - much to Steve’s amusement.

His favourite part of the night though is when he finally gets you alone. You’re talking animatedly about some office gossip, giggling to yourself when you tell him about how they found the IT guy and the receptionist getting busy in the copy room.

“I mean,” you laugh, “how cliche is that?!”

Steve can’t help but smile at your laughter, the glasses of champagne you’ve drank have given you a buzz that has your body loose and your mouth running away from you.

Before Steve even has a chance to say anything you’re gasping dramatically at something over his shoulder and then you’re tugging him up from his chair, “speaking of cliches!”

He spots the photobooth you’re leading him to and can’t help but smile at how excited you are. Your eyes sparkling with mischief as you push him into the seat in the booth and close the curtain.

You stand between his spread legs, your hands resting on his shoulders as you bite your lip.

“I know that look, sweetheart, what are you planning?” Steve smirks, his eyes never leaving yours.

“It’s Christmas, Stevie,” you smirk, slowly lowering yourself to your knees, “and I think you deserve an early present.”

Once you’re settled on your knees you run your hands slowly up Steve’s thighs until you cup his semi-hard cock through his trousers.

Steve grunts at the contact, the thought of having you in this photobooth, with only a thin curtain keeping you from the prying eyes of your co-workers, sends a shiver down his spine. But before you can release him from his trousers he’s cupping your face and titling your gaze up to his.

“Sweetheart, are you sure about this?”

His voice has you pausing and for a moment you think you’ve pushed too far, but the dark edge to his eyes lets you know he’s into this as much as you but he needs you to say the words.

“I am very sure,” you nod, resuming your movements and pulling his hard cock out of his trousers, “I want a keepsake of your first office Christmas party,” you pout, your hand languidly moving up and down his hard length, your tongue giving kitten licks to the head. Steve doesn’t notice your other hand hitting the button behind you.

“Fuck,” Steve grunts, his head falling back against the wall of the phootbooth. His eyes scrunched tight as one hand weaves into your hair when your lips wrap around his cock.

His lips part in a silent moan as you push your head further down his length, his eyes shooting open when he hits the back of your throat and you gag - at the same time the first flash goes off.

He looks at you, and you shoot him a wink before resuming your motions.

“Shit, feel so good, when did you even turn this thing on,” Steve chuckles breathlessly, once his eyes adjust from the flash.

Like you’ve timed it to perfection, your hand that isn’t pumping his shaft comes up to squeeze his balls gently as the next flash goes off. You can’t wait to see how pretty Steve looks in the photos.

Before the next flash goes off Steve pulls you off him, tugging your face towards his and crashing his lips to yours. His large palms frame your face, fingers tangle in your hair in a clash of teeth and tongues. Flash.

You smile against Steve’s lips, pulling back slightly to catch your breath. Steve moves his hands down slightly so they’re resting against the side of your neck as you rest your foreheads against each other, adoring smiles tugging at both your lips. The final flash goes off.

You move to straddle Steve’s thighs, reaching under your dress to move your panties to the side as your other hand lines his length up with your entrance.

“Gotta stay quiet for me, Stevie,” you tease, lowering yourself down onto his hard cock, a loud moan escaping your lips but Steve’s quick to cover your mouth with his palm.

“I think it’s you that needs to stay quiet, sweetheart,” Steve grunts, fully seated inside you.

Steve keeps his hand over your mouth as you begin to move your hips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the pleasure coursing through you. His other hand rests against your ass, guiding your movements.

“So good for me sweetheart,” Steve whispers, his eyes burning into yours as you speed up your hips.

Steve removes his hand so he can crash his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Your moans and whimpers are muffled as he kisses the breath from you. His hand that was covering your mouth now tangled in your hair.

“Fuck, Steve,” your groan, tucking your face into his neck as your hips move faster.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Steve pants, “need you to cum for me, fuck, don’t think I can last much longer.”

His hand that was holding your ass comes round the front of you to rub tight circles on your clit. You bite down on his shoulder to keep your moans at bay as you edge closer and closer to the edge.

Steve thrusts up to meet your hips and you see stars, your walls clamping down around him as you stifle your moans as you cum.

Your release triggers his own and you can feel Steve’s cock twitch inside of you as he fills you.

The two of you sit there, basking in the afterglow as you try and catch your breaths.

“Well,” Steve pants, “that was some present. Can we make this a Christmas tradition?”

You bring your head off his shoulder and giggle at his blissed out smile, “consider it done, Stevie,” you whisper against his lips before giving him a quick peck.

Removing yourself from his lap, you stand on wobbly legs as you move your panties back into place whilst Steve pushes himself back into his trousers.

Once you're both decent you grab the photos before sneaking your head around the curtain to make sure no one noticed what the two of you were up to.

“The coast is clear,” you whisper, before ducking out the booth with Steve close behind.

You pull him to a quiet corner so you can look at the photos, a blush gracing Steve’s cheeks as he looks at them.

The first picture is of Steve, his eyes cast down on you, his lips parted in pleasure. The top of your head is all that can be seen.

The second picture shows Steve’s head thrown back, his large hand tangled in your hair - you can’t help but clench your thighs at the sinful image.

The third picture brings a smile to your face. Steve’s hands are cupping your cheeks as your lips are locked in a passionate kiss.

The fourth, and final, picture has your heart melting. Steve’s hands still frame your face, your foreheads resting together with big smiles on your faces.

“As much as I love the second picture, I’ve got to say the fourth is really my favourite,” you muse.

Steve’s arms come around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder, “I don’t know about the first two, but the third and fourth are perfect.”

“Oh, Stevie, but you look so pretty,” you tease, turning around in his arms.

He places a quick peck on your lips before pulling you back towards the photobooth, “well I think it’s only fair that you see how pretty you look when my head’s between your thighs.”

Oh to be in photobooth with Steve Rogers 😩 thank you so much for reading! As always, comments and reblogs are super appreciated ❤️

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