#shout out to first dates for keeping me from spiraling ig

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

I wanna eat ice cream out of a comically large ice cream bucket and cry my eyes out while I watch silly little reality shows on TV were silly little people do silly things.

[ninebluehearts]

Good time, sugar

Warnings: Dry humping ig? Bit of cock blocking. mdni. Agent Whiskey (he needs his own warning)

Summary: You can never just dance with Jack; it always spirals into something more..

A/n: First fic in forever and of course it’s about Pedro Pascal 💀 Please enjoy; I’m a bit rusty 🤷🏻‍♀️

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The music that blasted from the bar’s speakers would have seemed overwhelming to you in any other setting, but tonight? It was just what you needed. The way the bass vibrated throughout your entire body along with the many shots of tequila you slammed back not even twenty minutes ago, allowed your body to move in ways you didn’t know it could. 

Your movements were completely fluid at this point. Your hands haphazardly thrown up in the air, your hips slipping from one side to the other. Many other drunk girls tried to copy your movements, growing jealous when their dates were more focused on your dancing than theirs, but they lacked the one thing you had: confidence. 

Many men tried to join you, their hands grabbing at your hips with their pelvis grinding against your ass, but none of them were the one you wanted. No, you had your sight set on the man in the corner of the room, sitting at a small table by himself, sipping from a little crystal class filled with an amber liquid. His gazed burned right back into yours, though he never moved from his seat, which made you all the more interested.

It wasn’t long before you pushed yourself off of the man that was grinding against you from behind, deciding that you couldn’t wait any longer. You didn’t know why, but you just had to have this man. Right here, right now. 

 You stormed over to the corner of the room he was sitting at and grabbed his glass, slamming back the dark liquid he had been nursing on throughout the night. “Dance with me.” You shouted over the loud music, holding your hand out for him. 

“Sounds like I ain’t got a choice, sugar.” The man hollered back, taking your hand as he stood up. If his southern accent hadn’t given it away already, then his outfit sure did. He wore the classic cowboy boots with dark bootcut jeans, paired with a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket with a tan collar, topped with an ebony cowboy hat. A good-looking outfit for a good-looking man.

You pulled him back onto the dancefloor, the remix version of some popular pop song thundered from the speakers as you wrapped your arms around his neck, the sway of your hips syncing together with his perfectly.

He seemed to be respectful at first, keeping his hands firmly placed on your waist, but as the song went on and the more you grinded against his thigh, the lower his hands ran down your body.

His lips dragged along your shoulder to your neck, the stubble on his chin sending chills throughout your body from the stinging prickles. “Dancing like this and you haven’t even told me your name yet, sugar.” He murmured against your ear, his voice like velvet. 

“You haven’t told me yours yet either.” You countered, your lips ghosting over the shell of his ear, nipping at the skin ever so slightly. You could feel his grip on your hips tighten, pressing your body closer to his as though he needed you to breathe. 

“Agent Whiskey at your service, ma’am. But you can call me Jack.” Suddenly Jack twisted your body over his arm, dipping you towards the floor, the smirk on his face making butterflies erupt in your stomach. “And you are?” 

There was a brief pause in between songs, giving you the opportunity to tell him your name without having to holler back and forth over the music. You wrapped your leg around his hip, pulling yourself up and away from him, dashing over to the bar to ask the bartender for another round of shots.

Jack sauntered over to hold you from behind, his hand running along the front of your hip as his lips ghosted over the most sensitive parts of your neck, causing you to press back into him with a breathy gasp. “Drink with me.” You said before pulling away from him completely, holding out the shots the bartender just poured for you.

“How could I say no to a pretty little thing like you?” Jack said with a wink, slamming the shot back at the same time as you. 

You took the small glass back from him, setting them both next to you on the bar before turning your attention back to him. “Wanna go somewhere quieter? I can’t hear anything in here.”

Jack responded simply with a nod, grasping your hand and leading you through the crowd of drunk college students and horny middle-aged women that grinded against anything that breathed.

Once outside, Jack pulled out a pair of car keys from his pocket and pressed one of the buttons, causing a cute little chirp to echo throughout the parking lot.

Following the sound, your eyes fell on a little white, topless 1970 Ford Bronco. “Oh, woah. Hey, I don’t get into stranger’s cars no matter how hot they are.”

“We ain’t gonna go nowhere, little lady. You said you wanted to go somewhere quiet, and I figured we could sit in there until your girlfriend’s wanted you back. S’up to you, sugar.” 

Normally you would’ve walked away at this point, telling him to go fuck himself before trying to find your friends in the crowded bar, but there was something different about Jack. There was something about him that made you feel safe. Something a man hasn’t made you feel in a long time. 

“Fine. But just for a moment.” You mumbled as you made your way over to the car, only slightly stumbling from the alcohol. 

Jack hurried over, cutting in front of you to open the door. “After you, babydoll.“

You thanked him as you sat down, the cool leather seats feeling wonderful on your hot skin after being stuck in a crowd for so long. Jack slid into the seat next to you, his arm casually wrapping along the back of your seat. “Listen sugar, I hate to be all upfront and all, but I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout kissin’ them lips of yours all night long.. I was thinkin’-” 

Though you cut him off before he could finish, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer to you, your lips crashing against his suddenly. Jack wasted no time in kissing you back, his lips moving against yours desperately as he hooked his hand under your thigh and in one fluid motion, pulling you into his lap.

You pulled away from him to catch your breath, sucking in heavy gasps of air as he moved down to kiss your neck, his hat obnoxiously knocking into your face. You breathed out a laugh, pulling the large hat off of his head and placing it on your own.

You gasped once he found that sensitive spot on your neck once again, your hands running through his hair and slightly tugging, causing you both to moan when he bit down on the spot. 

Now it was his turn to pull away to catch his breath, his head falling back onto the back rest as soft pants escaped his lips. He noticed you were wearing his hat and couldn’t help but chuckle, his thumbs rubbing teasing circles on the tops of your thighs. “You gonna ride me, cowgirl?” 

You hated yourself for blushing, wanting to think of a witty comeback to ease the tension between you both, but all you could focus on was how his voice made a warm, tingly sensation twist through your lower belly. “Might just.” You said with a shrug, grinding your hips against his, relishing the way his chest vibrated with the deep groan that escaped his lips.

His hands flew to your hips, pushing and pulling you against him again. “Fuck, just like that, darlin’.” 

You pressed against Jack harder, both of you groaning as his hips bucked up to rock against yours perfectly. You could tell he was already so close, just a little more-

Your head snapped up at the call of your name from one of your obviously drunk friends; Jack eased his grip on your hips, muttering something under his breath.

“Fuck.. I should go.” You said as you plopped back into your own seat, pulling the edge of your dress back down your thighs. 

“Listen,“ Jack murmured, turning his entire body to face you. “I really like you and I’d like to finish this sometime soon, if you’d like? Not just that, but I’d like to take ya out somewhere nice too.”

“Yeah, of course! Do you have a pen and paper?” 

“Uhhh, check the glove box? But what’s that gotta do with anything?”

You dug around in his glovebox for a moment before pulling out a mostly dried out sharpie. “This should work.” You pulled his arm towards you and pushed up his sleeve, scribbling down your number on his forearm with a little smiley face. “Call me.” You leaned over, kissed his cheek, then climbed out of the car, running back towards the bar to find your friends.

You didn’t know if this spark you felt with him would grow into something more, but you knew that one thing was for sure.

He had to call; you still had his hat. 

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝐈𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ᴘʏʀᴏᴋɪɴᴇᴛɪᴄ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) heey!! Can you please write something (possibly smut pls) in which Bucky falls in love with Tony's adoptive daughter but they have to keep it a secret?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: SMUT 18+, fluff, age gap (you’re like mid-twenties and Bucky’s early thirties) angry Tones, Steve being such an asshole lmao 

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I imagine that you were like thirteen to fifteen during the attack in new york and your parents uh… died ig and Tony took you in and they find out you got super powers teehee

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It started when the Avengers had their first movie with Bucky as a new recruit. He had completed his evaluations and was applicable to join the team. That’s when he met you for the first time. 

You were this beautiful ball of craziness and light and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were tipsy, he could tell and every sudden burst of laughter or even a sneeze you’d spark a flame setting something on fire making you laugh even more. 

He practically fell in love with you that day. 

Weeks later he chalked it up and asked Steve more about you. He told Bucky that your parents had died when you were young during the attack on New York almost ten years ago now and Tony took it upon himself to take you in and protect you. 

“How did you guys know about her powers?”

“We didn’t. Few days after she moved into the Tower she sneezed during breakfast and set her food on fire. I don’t think she knew about them either.”

“Who were her parents?”

“We don’t know. She told us their names but it’s like they don’t exist; no medical history, socials, nothing.”

“Weird.”

You were a mystery, a beautiful mystery. But one thing everyone was that you were Tony’s daughter. Adopted, but still. And Tony still didn’t like him. It was an argument on it’s own to even let near the compound; telling him that he wanted to date his daughter would send him into cardiac arrest. 

So you guys are sneaking around.

Of course you noticed his shy and lingering eyes. You were flattered. You agreed a bunch that Bucky was one of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You didn’t push anything and waited for him to come to you. And when he did, he came hard, literally.

It started when Steve was away on a mission in Berlin. Bucky had woken up from a nightmare and he hadn’t had one in weeks. During his time here, because of his infatuation with you, he grew close to you. 

You laid under him so perfectly; like you were meant to be there. The way you bit your lip to muffle your moans so you wouldn’t wake anyone. The way your eyes fluttered when he hit that particular spot. The stinging from your nails dragging down his back. 

“Fucking hell, you feel so good wrapped around me, doll,” he grunted as he continued to thrusted in and out of you. 

“Oh god, Bucky,” you moaned before pulling him down to connect your lips together. 

“Ugh, your dad’s gonna kill me,” he grunted.

“Fuck him,” you chuckled breathlessly.

Breakfast the next morning was foul. Everyone was eating as normal and Steve was set to fly back in from Berlin, but y couldn’t shake the awkward tension between you and Bucky. Both girls could sense that something had happened and when you told them later that day they nearly screamed like teenage girls. 

“You can’t tell anyone! Especially Tony!”

“We won’t say anything,” Nat giggled, “He’s gonna kill you.”

“Not if he kills Bucky first,” Wanda snorted.

Since then every lingering touch, every persistent stare, you found yourselves in either room making the most of however many minutes you had together until someone came looking for you. Your chest pressed against his, combing your fingers through his hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

“You’re absolutely irresistible, doll,” Bucky whispered against your ear.

“Fuck, we’re gonna get caught one day,” you panted.

“I know but we haven’t yet, so be a good girl and turn around for me so I can that gorgeous ass while I fuck you from behind.”

You turned over, getting on your hands and knees instantaneously feeling a pleasurable sting from Bucky’s hand on your cheek. He quickly soothed the pain by rubbing his hand over the red mark before gliding up your spine to softly rub your back. 

He slowly slid back in through your folds eliciting a moan from you both. His pelvis slapping against your soft skin, the sound echoing lewdly through the room. Your arms gave out and your face buried into the sheets under you letting Bucky hit deeper inside you making you nearly scream.

You threw your head back up covering your mouth to muffle the moans. Bucky bit his lip harshly in an attempt but wasn’t as successful as you were. His hips snapped violently, stuttering every now and then as he got closer to a release. 

“God, Buck! I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” you whined.

“Shit,” Bucky groaned before spilling inside you, coating your walls with hot cum. 

He fell forward pressing soft kisses to your slightly sweaty skin. He lifted himself and turned you around, settling between your legs lazily kissing you in your post sex bliss. You looked so pretty with your hair spread out on the sheets and the marks that littered your neck and your breasts. He truly fell in love with you and you did for him too. 

“Y/n,” he whispered looking intimately into your eyes.

“Bucky,” you whispered back with a grin.

“I lo-”

“Hey, Buck. I’ve been looking for- What the fuck!” Steve barged through the door to find you two nude in each other's arms. You tucked your face in your shoulder away from the door in shame and Bucky saw red. He reached above your head immediately and threw as hard as he could at the intruder.

“Get out!” 

Steve slammed the door shut with wide eyes and furrowed brows. Did he see what he thinks he saw? He went to the lab to look for Tony. 

“Hey, Tony, do you know about Y/n and Bucky?”

“Excuse me?” he sassed.

“I uh- I found them together. In Buck’s room. Uh... naked.” 

Tony slowly raised his head with an evil expression staring directly into Steve making the big super soldier feel timid. 

“What!”

You and Bucky cleaned yourselves up and changed as soon as Steve left. You sat next to each other on his bed unsure of what’s to come next. 

“Maybe Steve won’t say anything?” Bucky shrugged.

“My dad’s gonna kill me,” you sighed.

“Hey, I won’t let him-”

“Get the hell away from my daughter!” Tony shouted slamming the door to Bucky’s bedroom opened; behind him stood and guilty Steve and you felt rage.

“You fucking told on us!” you spiraled fire around your fingers ready to fight for revenge. Your hands and arms glowed bright red and orange and yellow and pits of fire glowed in your eyes. Steam practically

“Hey calm down,” Bucky grabbed your waist. He stepped in front you and lifted your chin to look at him. The second your eyes met with his, your entire body cooled down and you felt yourself fall in the ocean that are his eyes; as if a wave had dissipated the fire you created. 

“Hey, what the hell is going on?” Tony fumed.

“Leave her alone. She has nothing to do with this,” Bucky defended.

“The hell she does. You’re sleeping with my daughter!”

“I’m not talking about this; I’m talking about what we have. If it was anyone else, you wouldn’t be having a cow,” Bucky growled. 

“Tony,” you stepped forward.

“Dad,” you whispered; Tony's eyes snapped to yours. 

“Please, I love him.”

“No,” he couldn’t accept it.

“Well, whether or not you like it, we’re gonna be together.”

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“We’ll just keep sneaking around like we have been for months.”

“Months!”

“Yes, months. And it would’ve been longer if it wasn’t for you!” you pointed at Steve, who casted his eyes away in guilt.

“Dad, please. I love Bucky so much; and you’re not going to take him away from me,” you cried. 

Tony noticed how sincere you spoke. And the way he easily calmed you down; he knew there was love between you two. He wouldn’t be to live with himself if he took something that clearly made you so happy away from you. As much as he couldn’t move past his issues with Bucky he knows that Bucky was right and that this has nothing to do with you. 

“I don’t want any more accidents with walking in your private time. You’re lucky it was Steve and not me; I would’ve killed you both on the spot,” he said to you.

“Thank you, Dad,” you hugged him tightly before going back to Bucky’s side. 

“And you; if you so much as put her in a bad mood, I’ll fucking kill you,” Tony said before leaving.

“Well, well, well,” Bucky looked at Steve.

“Bucky, leave him alone; it’s not like he almost ruined our lives and tore us apart,” you chuckled.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t think freak out like that,” Steve apologized.

“And why didn’t you lock the door?” he asked.

“Yeah, why didn’t you?” you looked at Bucky with furrowed brows. 

“Don’t turn on me, this is not my fault!” Bucky defended as you and Steve shared a laugh.

“Well, I’m happy for you guys. You’re good together,” Steve smiled before walking out and closing the door. 

“Wow, Toyn fucking terrifying when he’s in dad mode,” Bucky turned to you.

“Yeah, but he’ll come around.”

“I love you too, by the way.”

“I love you, Bucky.”

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[the-first-date]

A conversation with Madison Leigh Mumma [22/NB/Cincinnati]

Madge Maril: Hello! How are you today? 

Madison Leigh Mumma: Hi! I'm great, how are you?

MM: Doing OK! For those that don't know you (and your work), can you tell us about yourself? 

MLM: Sure! I live in Cincy, just graduated with a BFA, and for the most part consider myself an artist. I recently realized that I actually have no desire to go back to school so now I'm just working in coffee and saving up money to move. Oh, also, my pronouns are they/them! And I'm a Pisces!

MM: Oo, were you planning on going back to school before? And move where?

MLM: Yeah, I was dead set on going into critical theory and getting a PhD, but it took a break from academia for me to realize that it exhausts me way too much to be healthy. I'm thinking east coast, maybe Providence or Hadley?? 

MM: Well I don't know what critical theory is and I don't know where Hadley is but I have heard of Providence! 

MLM: It's very broad! I think I was mostly attracted to the idea of arguing and criticizing for a living.

MM: Pisces!!! 

MLM: EXACTLY.

MM: I love it. 

MLM: With an Aries fuckin moon, lmao. Constant combat.

MM: WOW. Rising?

MLM: Also Pisces!! Pisces Sun, Rising, Mercury, and Venus.

MM: Omg, that's so intense — what's it like for you?

MLM: Like you said — VERY intense. I'm either 0% or 100% and that can be... a lot. But I think it's exciting to feel everything as much as possible, too!

MM: Said like a true blue pisces. OK so seamless transition: What do you wear on the first date? And follow up: Do you think it's reflective of your sign?

MLM: I usually wear a lot of black and let my accessories do the talking — so on a first date I'd probably wear a trusty black velvet shirt, high-waisted skinny jeans with a cool belt, and Docs. I'm very superstitious and a heavy believer in luck so I'd be wearing aquamarine and maybe some red jasper, dagger earrings, and a pin or two. I think that makes sense as a Pisces — I have a solid base but otherwise can be pretty fluid.

MM: What do aquamarine and red jasper have to do with luck?

MLM: Aquamarine symbolizes courage, protection, and is meant to enhance communication (and it's my birthstone!). Red Jasper is the stone of ~empowerment~, I actually started wearing it because a friend told me it reminded them of my "fighting spirit.”

MM: That's so interesting. And I've seen your dagger earrings on IG before I think! Where did you get them, and what do they mean to you? 

MLM: My friend gave them to me as a gift! I like that they're elegant but still a little spicy. They feel like they go with the jasper in that respect — like there’s beauty in self-protection and putting yourself first.

MM: Completely agree. And it goes with the black outfit, too. Why a black shirt?

MLM: Black seems very secure and calm to me, plus it's always flattering and the velvet elevates just a liiiitle above a T-shirt.

MM: There's a lot of emotion in your outfit. What are you typically feeling on a date, if you can make it generic?

MLM: I have to be fairly comfortable talking to somebody before I go on a date with them, and I'm very selective about who I spend my time with. So at that point I'm usually really excited to see if there’s any **spark**.

MM: That's so opposite from me lol. When I'm single, I just like to go out and ~experience. 

MLM: Ahh sometimes I really wish I could do that! I mean, I COULD but I think it goes back to the Pisces/emotions thing. I exhaust myself so fast!

MM: How so, if you don't mind me asking?

MLM: Well, I tend to daydream a bit so I build up my ideas of strangers around their potential instead of what I know to be reality, and that can spiral real fast. I actually deleted Tinder this summer and made a sort of romantic vision board to break that habit.

MM: Tell me more about this mood board.

MLM: It's basically an incomplete list of things that are valuable to me in a partner, and things that I can't/won't compromise on. A couple of examples are like, being considerate and independent. Also, you can't be a cop lover. In the past I've just been attracted to people that make me beg for their affection because it feels like I'm winning something, but that high isn't sustainable or worth it! Having a physical list keeps me accountable.

MM: My mom actually told me to do the same thing when I was looking for a partner! So you have her sage wisdom behind you. I imagine it helps you reality check during the infatuation stage? Like oh, they're cute but they do XYZ and I promised myself that's a no-go.

MLM: Aw yay!! YES definitely, that actually just happened this past week. I had a crush on someone I don't really know and realized I actually just like the attention.

MM: God, preach. And also like, that's a deep thought, and kind of a hard one to unpack. How did it feel to realize that? 

MLM: Honestly, really good and kind of relieving! It took a lot of conscious effort to get to this point and it was like "A-HA! I am not a slave to my impulses! Incredible!"

MM: I'm envious that you were able to realize that all right out of college. I feel like post graduation was my most murky, in-my-own-head time, especially romantically.

MLM: It was definitely rough. I went sober this January and I don't think I would have been able to make this much personal progress without that. Once I made that change it kind of had to be all or nothing.

MM: Congratulations on your sobriety!! 

MLM: Thank you!! ❤

MM: I've done periods of sobriety, but had long-term partners for all of them iirc. What's being on the dating scene like when you're not drinking? I really can't imagine it.

MLM: It definitely slims down the pool, lol. I didn't realize how much of my social life involved drinking before, and I'm not currently in a place in my sobriety where I could be involved with somebody who drinks. That plus the fact that I deeply enjoy alone time has meant I go out way less. But I'm a lot kinder and intentional in the interactions I have now and generally enjoy myself more so I think it all balanced out!

MM: You know, I don't think I've ever heard someone say they really enjoy alone time. I think most people tolerate it at best. With so much changing and blossoming internally, do you think how you present yourself to the world through your personal style has shifted, too? 

MLM: I relish it! I think my style has become slightly less chaotic, maybe a bit more monochrome. This sounds super corny, but now that I've gained some self-confidence and am more stable I don't use my clothes to speak for me, hahaha.

MM: It's not corny at all!! I've been ruminating on that lately, too. I used to look in my closet and think of it as costume pieces.

MLM: Yesss! 

MM: Also I'm now realizing it's been like almost two hours somehow?? 

MLM: Time is not real!

MM: I'll wrap this up so you can get back to your evening! Do you have any social media/online places you want to shout out for people to follow? 

MLM: Ooh yeah! I run @groundscoresofficial on Insta, and post my art at @chaoskewpie! You can find my personal through either of those but I mostly post cats and my roommates, ha. Thanks so much for having me in your online space :^))

MM: Thank you for coming to hang out at the digital pad!!