#steve babb

[boanerges20]

Guy Martin Photo: Steve Babb

[im-95-not-dead]

Safe Here (In My Arms) on ao3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes / Clint Barton

Word Count: 12.1k

Event: @buckybarnesevents Build A Bucky Bingo 2023

Prompt: November Fill: Farmer's Market

Tags: au no powers, bodyguard!Clint, celebrity!Bucky, past abusive relationship, reference domestic violence, angst with humor, hurt comfort, happy ending

Summary:

“Hello?” he said defeatedly, not even bothering to check the caller ID because it was either Nat or spam. “Mr Barton?” came Steve Rogers’ deep voice on the other end. Clint straightened up even though he knew Steve couldn’t see him. Hopefully. “Yeah, yes, that’s me. Mr Rogers, hello.” “Hi,” Steve said and Clint could hear the amused smile in his voice. “Are you still interested in and available to work for Mr Barnes?” “Am I? Yes, I mean, yes. I am.” “Excellent. You start Monday.

BABB2023 Masterlist

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Preview: The Best of 2000 AD Vol. 4

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[metalbvcky]

There's No Cure for Love — A Stucky Medical AU with doctor Steve + patient Bucky

The hospital is Steve's life. He practically lives here, day in and day out. It's what he does best. Help people. Save people. Try to make a difference in someone else's world even when his own has been slowly crumbling. His Ma's health was declining, though things seemed to have stabilized for now. The entire reason Steve changed specialties all those years ago was because of his Ma's illness. Not because of the organized chaos of the ER, but the reality that an ER doctor like himself could not focus properly while grieving over a dying loved one. And well, there was something to be said about slower-paced work. "I have this patient," Steve tells his mother while nursing a weak vending machine coffee, relaxing in a rocking chair on the porch of the assisted living home. "Bucky."

Bucky hates his life. He hates switching majors. He hates the fact he hasn't kissed another boy. He hates the insanely large mansion he lives in. He hates his family— his mother's heavy involvement in politics, his father's billion-dollar real estate empire. his two out of three sisters for bending over their father's will. He hates everything.

But most importantly, he hates whatever the fuck illness or disease he seems to have been born with. He's gone through countless tests, treatments, and procedures throughout his entire life. Hospitals and clinics are his personal hell. Nurses don't understand. Doctors don't care. He's broken.

"They don’t believe me," Bucky says with a forlorn sigh. "No one ever does."

"I do."

BBE BABB | May: Hurt/Comfort @buckybarnesevents BBE Juneiverse | Medical Stucky Bingo | O1: AU Medical Setting @stuckybingo

♥ this is an upcoming multi-chap WIP— I have not started it quite yet (currently finishing up my last WIP) but posting will be TBD sometime later this year ♥

[late-to-the-party-81]

Road Trip Negotiations

AN: Just a little something for September’s BaBB by @buckybarnesevents. Please note, I know nothing about Bellefonte Art Museum other than it is just off the I-80, halfway between New York and Erie, and looks quaint. This is for the Prompt: Roadtrip.

Beta’d by @drabbles-mc

Moodboard by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Summary: You and Bucky are preparing for a road trip, you’ve just gotta negotiate on some things.

You screwed up your lips as you considered his words. “But what if we break down, and it gets dark and we get hungry?”

A sweetly indulgent look spread across your boyfriend's face at your worry and he carefully placed his armful of supplies on the coffee table, before doing the same to the things you were still carrying. He then turned to face you and placed his hands on your upper arms, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Doll, if we break down, and I’m not able to fix it, I’ll either push the car to the next rest stop myself, or pick you up and carry you. We won’t have to sit and cook emergency food at the side of the road. I promise.” 

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend Reader

Word Count: 1k

CW: Domestic Fluff, Banter/Teasing, Bucky Barnes being a little shit, discussions of future sexy times

“Bucky!” You called out across your apartment. “A little help?” Your arms were full of all sorts of things you’d decided were necessary for your trip, but you’d overestimated your capacity to actually move across the room and not drop any of it.

“What is it, doll?” Bucky popped his head around the door, his hair flopping in his eyes and with a quizzical look on his face. However, he quickly noticed your predicament and surged forward, sweeping half the objects from your precarious grip with ease. “What is all this stuff?

You stood up on your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Things we might need.”

Bucky looked at you incredulously and then back at the items in his hands. “I get the picnic blanket, but why do we need the stove and the pots and pans?”

“In case we wanna cook a hot meal, duh.”

“Umm, babe… I love the preparedness, but we’re not going to the middle of nowhere, we’re gonna be on the I-80 like the whole way there and we’re not even leaving Pennsylvania. We’re never gonna be more than a few miles away from a diner or a motel. This might be overkill.”

You screwed up your lips as you considered his words. “But what if we break down, and it gets dark and we get hungry?”

A sweetly indulgent look spread across your boyfriend's face at your worry and he carefully placed his armful of supplies on the coffee table, before doing the same to the things you were still carrying. He then turned to face you and placed his hands on your upper arms, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Doll, if we break down, and I’m not able to fix it, I’ll either push the car to the next rest stop myself, or pick you up and carry you. We won’t have to sit and cook emergency food at the side of the road. I promise.” He dropped a kiss on your forehead and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his chest and snuggle in close.

“You absolutely promise?” you asked, your voice muffled by the cotton of Bucky’s t-shirt.

“You need me to pinky swear?”

“You know what I get like if I don’t have food. I just wanna be ready for any eventuality.”

Bucky chuckled and moved slightly out of your embrace so he could look down at you again. “Sweetheart, you’ve got enough chips and candy packed already that it would’ve sustained me, Steve and Howlies for 4 days. The journey there is less than 8 hours and we’re gonna do it across two days so we can take in the sights. You’re not gonna run out of food. The picnic blanket, however. That needs to come in case we wanna take a break and sit down by the side of the road. Maybe get a little cosy…”

When he leaned down this time it was to capture your lips, slowly and sweetly, and you leaned into it, happy to take any opportunity to kiss your boyfriend.

“Is that so?” you murmured. “Want a little ‘au natural’ action? What if I’m not that kinda girl?”

Bucky chuckled into the kiss. “Who was it who dragged us to the bathroom at Tony’s last soiree? Because I don’t think it was me.”

“That was different,” you argued. “ You were wearing a suit and your hair was slicked back. How was I supposed to control myself in the face of all of that? Totally your fault, and you know it.”

“The lady protests too much, me thinks.”

You allowed him one more short kiss before gently shoving him away. “Can it, Shakespeare. We need to get these last things packed and get on the road if we’re gonna get to Bellefonte Art Museum early enough to actually look around it before it closes.”

“You sure you don’t just wanna go walking around the forest?” Bucky faux-pouted

“You get a hustle on, Buck, we can do both. I’d like to experience a little culture on this trip, and I know that when we get to Erie you’re not gonna let me out of that bed all weekend.”

“Like you’d complain, doll. And you know - you want culture, I can always dirty-talk to you in Russian.” He waggled his eyebrows at you suggestively and you laughed, shoving him again.

“Stop it! You’re trying to distract me on purpose.”

“Is it working?” There was a cocky grin on his face that was equal parts exasperating and tantalising, but you were determined that he wouldn’t convince you to drop part of your plans.

“No, cos I promised Steve that I’d tell him what it was like so he knew whether to add it to his list of art museums and galleries to tour round. You don’t want to let your best friend down, do you?”

“Babe, you know I love the punk, but I’m not gonna let him get in the way of making time with my best girl.”

You sighed, knowing you were gonna have to bring out the big guns if you wanted this road trip to go the way you wanted it too.

“How about this, James Barnes. You go and pack the last of the stuff in the car and once we get on the I-80 I’ll give you road-head.”

Bucky’s eyebrow rose into his hairline and he smirked. “Throw in the opportunity for me to eat you out bent over the hood in a secluded space then we got a deal.”

How were you supposed to turn that offer down? You held out your hand, grinning now yourself. “Deal. Now, get.”

Bucky grabbed the picnic blanket and a few of your other emergency supplies off the coffee table with mock haste and jogged out of the room. You shook your head and smiled as you watched him go, and wondered how you’d got so lucky.

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[blackwood4stucky]

echoes of crystal springs | aspen blackwood

series: @burningembersofadyingworld | masterlist

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu | 🅼 | complete

tags: stucky dune au, post-modern omegaverse

Brooklynd, the capital city on Vanaheim - 10923 Steve looked at the brunet haired baby boy with pointed ears in the bassinet, the omega he would one day take as his wife. He could just barely hear the adults talking on the other side of the room as they whispered about courtship and marriage. He couldn’t believe the Ljósálfar would travel so far from Álfheim to discuss such topics. He was a mere five year old boy, what did he know of alliances and weddings?

bingo fills + event prompts

@afgomegaversebingo | first love

@angstober | promise

@anyfandomfluffbingo | free space

au challenge | arranged marriage

@augustwritingchallenge:

au-gust 2024 | space travel trick au treat 24 | deal with the devil

@buckybarnesbingo: round 6 | y5: galaxy

@buckybarnesevents: babb 2023 | arranged marriage + space [may]

crossover bingo | omegaverse

@darkacademiabingo | creature feature

@darkspicyevanstan: quadruple challenge mode

dune au + light elf + science fantasy + damocles' sword

@eclipsingbingo: the rising moon | space travel au

@fandombingo:

rpf card | arranged marriage au the little prince bingo | primeval forest the martian bingo | space opera

@fandom-free-bingo

flight | collars world book night edition | brave new world + elf

@ficwip: all ships week | free day

@intotheomegaverse: halloween | free day

@julybreakbingo

jbb 24 | alien planet post july 24 | arranged marriage

@multifandom-flash:

bdsm | ceremonial collar + of sexy corsets here there be monsters bingo | light elf may [hp] | prophecy

nightmare fuel | dream

@sebastianstanbingo | intergalactic au

@secretcrypticevents:

into the wilds bingo | hydra into the wilds flash | dimension travel au + light elf + arranged marriage

@steverogersbingo | b3: bucky barnes

@taintedsouled: danse macabre | creature feature

@through-time-and-space-bingo | supernatural elements au

read: ao3 | sqwa | the nana

[kingofsorrow20]

Thank you to @endlesstwanted and @blackwood4stucky for checking out some stuff for me and to @buckybarnesevents continuing to host these amazing events for us.

Title: Energy (Chapter 2)

Creator(s): KingofSorrow_20

BABB #048 February Prompt - Fingering

BABB #048 March Prompt - Orgasm Denial/Delay

Stucky Bingo Card number: 5044

Square filled: O4 - AU ShrunkyClunks

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No warnings apply

Major tags: Modern AU, Mob Boss Steve, Prostitute Bucky

Summary: “Hey big boy. Did you like my present?” Steve couldn’t deny that Natasha was one of two people that could talk to him like that. Taunt him.

“Well, I didn’t send it back now, did I?” He also couldn’t help but be bitchy about it. Natasha played. It’s what she did and now Steve was part of one of her many games.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53891956/chapters/138839314

[smutconnoisseur]

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬

Read here

Pairing ⊳ Kelpie!Bucky Barnes x Merman!Prince!Steve Rogers

Word Count ⊳ 3.4k

Warnings ⊳ MCD

Fandom ⊳ Marvel

Rating ⊳ E

Summary ⊳ Ever since Steve's first taste of freedom beyond the palace gates, his unwavering dedication to aiding others has driven him to risk his very existence. He has fearlessly ventured into treacherous depths, sacrificing his own life and the safety of his merpeople brethren. But now, a harrowing predicament looms before him, one that a sheltered life within the palace walls could have prepared him for. He is alone in his darkest hour, when the weight of his selfish actions threatens to consume him whole, and the boundaries of sacrifice blur into a maddening haze of uncertainty and despair.

A wish - a gamble, with the power to grant or inflict immeasurable suffering.

The sea witch's curse, fueled by his desperate longing, ruthlessly tore away his undersea existence, leaving him consumed by an insatiable ache for the water he could no longer embrace. Steve's desperate pleas were met with cruel indifference as he was condemned to wander the barren land, eternally severed from the sanctuary of his home beneath the relentless waves.

Tags ⊳ Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Dark Magic, Mentions of Myth & Folklore, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Fairy Tale Curses, Merman Steve Rogers, Kelpie Bucky Barnes, First Meetings, Interspecies Seduction, Steve Rogers Feels, References to Depression, Mythology - Freeform, Self Harm, Drowning, Shapeshifting, Desperation, Fish out of Water Temporary Character Death, Sad and Swee, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Oral, Mental Health Issues, Pining, Sad with a Happy Ending

Square Fills + Prompt ⊳

Day(s) Four: Curse & Eleven: Lost + | @deaddovedec

December + Flashback | BABB | @buckybarnesevents | card BABB019

O4 + AU: ROYALTY | Adoptable | @cabottombingo| Card # CABB2005

B3 + Mermaids | @steverogersbingo | SB3039

Wish Gone Wrong | @anyfandomangstbingo

Author's Notes ⊳ graphics created by @rookthorne // @rookthornesartistry // Moodboard made by yours truly | Masterlist | Dead Dove Dec Masterlist

[thislovintime]

During research for any additional photos of Jody Babb (apart from the one published in 16 magazine in 1967, alongside the mention of her brief relationshop and marriage with Peter), I came across these photos from Jody's appearance in an Andy Warhol movie, Camp (1965). Photos by Steve Shapiro and Fred W. McDarrah.

"The first of Warhol’s new sync sound films to be shown in Los Angeles was 'Camp,' made late in 1965. It is essentially one unedited shot, interrupted only by one reel change. As the film begins, the performers are grouped in Warhol’s studio as are the figures in Courbet’s painting of 1855, 'L’Atelier,' which Courbet called 'the moral and physical history of my studio' (perhaps the parallels between the two works are more than superficial). There is no simple order to the arrangement: people are seated on a couch, on hard-backed wooden chairs, and on stools; they are standing against a wall in the background. The whole scene is lit with a garish melodrama created not only by stationary lights, but also by portable Sun-Guns carried about by T-shirted technicians who wander into the frame occasionally to light a certain spot or to move a microphone. The performers are listed in the program 'in order of appearance' as 'Baby Jane Holzer, Paul Swan, Mario Montez, Mar-Mar, Jody Babb, Tally Brown, Jack Smith, Fufu Smith, Donyle, Tosh Carillo, and your host, Gerard Malanga.' As this program note suggests, the format is that of a variety show. People are introduced and they perform and act for a set period of time. [...] Jody Babb has been sitting on a stool swinging her leg in studied nervousness. Now the microphone is brought over to her. She announces she is going to sing a song although she only knows part of it. She detaches the microphone from its stand and walks around singing 'Let Me Entertain You' in a halting, untrained voice. At one point she interrupts herself to give an aside, 'I’m bombing.' Actually she succeeds more than any of her predecessors in entertaining. In the middle of her act, the reel ends." - article by Thom Andersen, artforum dot com “Jody’s reaction to the whole Monkee thing is she regards it only as public recognition of what she’s already known, as I do. She’s really capable of great business ability. If she took over an office, she’d make it a success. She already has. There’s a thing called Personality Posters for which she opened international offices.” - Peter Tork, Tiger Beat, July 1968

[bllsbailey]

Want to Support Conservatives in the Arts? ‘Arise’ by Glass Hammer Is a Great Place to Start

A vital element in the battle for conservatism is refusing to cede ground in the culture war. While, in general, Hollywood and the entertainment media are fiercely dedicated to shoving the progressive agenda down a gullible public’s throat, there remain artists who embody 1 Kings 19:18 by not bowing down to the modern-day Baal of blasphemy and hedonism. Such is the case with “Arise,” the latest release by veteran heavy progressive rockers Glass Hammer. It’s a winner in every sense of the word.

The brainchild of musician and author Steve Babb, with quality abetment by vocalist Hannah Hale Pryor, “Arise” is a concept piece that is equally enjoyable following along with the plot or as a stand-alone listening experience. As described by the artist:

Set against the backdrop of deep space exploration, ‘Arise’ follows the extraordinary journey of an android dispatched by overzealous scientists to uncover the galaxy’s hidden wonders. The album’s lyrics, liner notes, and artwork convey a tale of cosmic dread and wonder that doesn’t begin with a big bang, but, according to Glass Hammer mastermind Steve Babb, “...definitely ends with one.” He’s joined by singer Hannah Hale Pryor and guitarist Reese Boyd for Glass Hammer’s twenty-first studio album. “‘Arise’ is my progressive-rock spin on space rock,” says Babb. “I’m still flirting with doom metal on a couple of songs, as we did on the last two albums, but there’s also psych-rock and even 80’s influence going on in the music. Even so, it’s very much a prog-rock album, just one that touches on other styles.”

Babb thoroughly understands the alliance of sledgehammer and satin that marks the best prog metal. The power is evident throughout, but there is no beating the listener into submission. Adventuresome melodies flow unhindered, allowed to breathe and expand in a natural manner minus gimmickry. Pryor has the rare gift of a voice that is simultaneously sweet and listenable, plus packing more than enough punch to let the rockers rock. She is a singer, not a screamer, and Pryor’s presence makes “Arise” all the better.

The album’s instrumental passages are a treat, especially the album’s closing track, “The Return of Daedalus.” With guitarist Boyd losing his mind as he uninhibitedly shreds without dipping into self-indulgence, the song is molten lava from start to finish; a nearly 17-minute tour de force leaving the listener wanting even more. Good stuff, indeed.

Did I mention Babb is a rock-solid (no pun intended) conservative? While wearing neither politics nor his deep Christian faith on his sleeve, Babb remains steadfast in both. As he explained in a 2022 interview:

“I was raised with conservative values and attended conservative churches. And though my take on Scripture dictates that I hold certain positions, I credit an ability for critical thinking and a belief in absolute truth to be the primary factors in determining my politics. There is an enduring moral order: human nature is constant and moral truths, permanent.” He adds, “My faith informs my music / lyrics and my political views. I’m very passionate about the music and strongly opinionated about politics. However, I don’t mix politics and music. I’d alienate well over half our audience if I did. They trust us not to do that, and I think most of them know where we stand anyway. It’s our job to entertain them, and bring joy and wonder into their lives, not lecture them.”

MORE: Showing Progressive Rockers Glass Hammer Some RedState Love

Sometimes, an introductory feathery touch works far better than immediately beating someone over the head with your views. Caution is not always compromise. While there is nothing feathery nor compromising about Glass Hammer’s “Arise” — the album rocks from start to finish with intelligent hardness — it stands not only as an excellent source from which conservatives are able to enjoy quality art made by people of like views but also serves as a well-honed sword slicing through the myth that conservatives have nothing to offer artistically save second-rate jingoistic preaching to the choir.

The album is available at the artist’s Bandcamp page.

[saturdaynightmatinee]

CALIFICACIÓN PERSONAL: 4.5 / 10

Título Original: The Pizzagate Massacre

Año: 2020

Duración: 91 min.

País: Estados Unidos

Dirección: John Valley

Guion: John Valley

Música: Erik Gatling, John Valley

Fotografía: Taylor Camarot

Reparto: John Valley, Lee Eddy, Tinus Seaux, Alexandria Payne, Gary Teague, Reynolds Washam, Derek Babb, J.J. Summers, Greg Williams, Christopher Lee Herod, Steve Brudniak, Thomas Burke, Zachary T. Scott, Chandra Washington, Laurie Gallardo, Arthur Simone, Casey Cox

Productora: Paper Street Pictures. Distribuidora: Archstone Entertainment [USA], Archstone Entertainment [USA], Paper Street Pictures, Raven Banner Entertainment

Género: Action; Adventure; Comedy

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt10725448/

TRAILER:

[boanerges20]

Guy Martin Southern 100 Photo: Steve Babb

[igotopinions]

Oliver finally dives into the musical side of sword & sorcery by speaking with author & composer Steve Babb, of the band Glasshammer!

https://stephenrbabb.com (FB) www.glasshammer.com (Twitter, Youtube) Buy Skallagrim – In The Vales of Pagarna The Lay of Lirazel

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[walkonwalkonwithhopeinyourheart]

An All-Time Irish Liverpool XI via /r/LiverpoolFC

An All-Time Irish Liverpool XI

Howya lads. I'm a mod over at r/coybig (the subreddit for the Republic of Ireland national team) and during the quarantine, me and my Liverpool-mad Da have been chatting loads about football. One afternoon when we were bored we decided to come up with the best all-time XI of players who donned both the red shirt and the green. I thought some Irish Reds might get a kick out of me posting here, so without further ado, here it is!

GK - Caoimhin Kelleher

Young Kwee-veen is, to the best of my knowledge, the only GK from the ROI to have played for Liverpool. A young man with tremendous potential - just look at this close-range save vs MK Dons. Got a fair bit of stick for letting in 5 in the League Cup vs Arsenal, but to be fair to him, he made a decisive save in the penalty shootout. One for the future?

RB - Steve Finnan

A defender of the highest pedigree. Capable of mesmerising attacking football. Had a great eye for a pass, and a brilliant crosser of the ball. Not to mention he was incredible in the tackle.

CB - Mark Lawrenson

Although not born in the Republic of Ireland, Preston's Mark Lawrenson turned out 39 times for the Boys in Green, scoring 5 goals. Of course, he's best known for his 356 appearances as a Red, during which he struck up a formidable partnership with Alan Hansen that led to 5 league titles, 3 League Cups, the FA Cup and the European Cup in 1984. He was tremendous in the tackle, and was able to both repel and build from the back. Had an eye for goal too.

CB - Phil Babb

Perhaps best remembered for his ball-busting commitment to the cause, Phil was the lynchpin of Roy Evans' 3-5-2 formation, typically playing in the middle of the back three. He had a great eye for a pass and a crunching tackle on him.

LB - Steve Staunton

Ireland's first centurion had two spells at Liverpool throughout the 80's & 90's. Best known as a LB, 'Stan' had a keen eye for goal, once scoring a hat-trick vs Wigan. He was a thrilling attacker in his prime, with piercing runs and dangerous crosses galore. Honourable mention must go to his impressive moonlight as a makeshift goalie in the 1999 derby vs Everton.

RW- Steve Heighway

A bonafide Liverpool legend, Heighway won four league titles, two European Cups, two UEFA Cups as well as an FA Cup and League Cup over a decade at the club. A tremendous crosser of the ball, a mesmerising dribbler and a splendid finisher, he is widely considered as one of LFC's all-time greats.

CM - Ray Houghton

Although his most famous strikes were for Ireland, vs Italy and England, Ray Houghton also held high pedigree as a goalscoring midfielder with the Reds - just look at these finishes. He had a hell of a cross in him too.

CM - Ronnie Whelan

Possibly Liverpool's greatest ever Irishman. He scored some spectacular goals - just look at this screamer vs Man Utd. Originally nicknamed the 'Milk Cup Kid' due to scoring two goals in the final vs Spurs, he won six league titles at the heart of the Reds' midfield, eventually captaining the side for a spell. A smashing header of the ball, and a brilliant passer and tackler too.

LM - Michael Robinson

Perhaps an unorthodox choice given that he only spent one season at the club - but Robinson was a magnificent finisher, and starred in the European Cup final vs Roma.

ST - Robbie Keane

Yes, he only spent six months at the club, but you can't leave out a man who scored 68 (SIXTY-EIGHT) goals for Ireland. Just watch this goal vs Arsenal and tell me Rafa didn't make a mistake selling him.

ST - John Aldridge

Even though Aldo was only at the club for two seasons, he's remembered as one of the finest finishers in the history of the club - and for good reason. He scored 26 league goals as Liverpool marched to the title in 1987-88 and chipped in with some vital goals in the FA Cup too, such as this SF brace vs Forest. He also held the ROI's goalscoring record for a number of years, with 19 international goals.

Manager: John McKenna

Of course, Liverpool's first manager was an Irishman too. McKenna hailed from County Monaghan and led the Reds during their breakaway from Everton. He went on to serve as club chairman before becoming President of the Football League for nearly 20 years. At his funeral, his coffin was carried through the city by three Liverpool players and three Everton players.

Subs/Honourable mentions:

Jason McAteer

Jim Beglin

Mark Kennedy

Submitted April 20, 2020 at 06:53PM by PresidentSamSeaborn via reddit https://ift.tt/2XQaqYB

[late-to-the-party-81]

The best laid plans

AN: It’s so fluffy!!!! This is my first fill for this year’s ‘Into an alternate Juni-verse” and when I got Surgeon AU on my card I knew I had to revisit this pairing from last year's event…You don’t need to read it to understand this fic, but it will give you more context.

A big thanks to @metalbvcky for spitballing and cheerleading

Beta’d by the wonderful @drabbles-mc

Likes are loved, reblogs are golden

Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Bingo Fills - 

@stuckybingo G3: Migraines

@steverogersbingo D2: Monica Rambeau

Build a Bucky Bingo by @buckybarnesevents: Feb: Forehead kisses

Into an Alternate Juni-verse by @buckybarnesevents : AU: Surgeon

@caplanbuckybarnes Weekly Writing Challenge Week 1; “Holding you like this is where I’m happiest.”

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Summary: With Steve’s hectic work schedule, their relationship was never going to be plain-sailing, but they have an uninterrupted 48 hours coming up. Surely nothing will go wrong?

Relationship: Small Doctor Steve Rogers x Bookstore Owner Bucky Barnes

Word count: 3.8k

CW: Modern AU, Fluff, Insinuation of spicy time, Bucky and Nat friendship, Teasing, descriptions of migraine, caring Bucky, Hurt/Comfort, suggestive and happy ending, implied bottom Bucky.

Steve was well aware of how his life was currently a study in contrasts. On the one hand there was the hustle and bustle and bright lights of the hospital and on the other, the cosy warmth of the bookshop where Bucky worked and Steve spent a lot of his off hours. There was the inherent stress involved in working in the ER, with the requirement he always be ‘switched on’, but then there was the gentle pace that life with Bucky forced him into.

Bucky.

He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed since those two chance encounters nine months ago, one in a bar and the other right here in the ER.

Steve hadn’t been looking for anything, heart still raw from a break-up that had seen him upsticks and relocate from Los Angeles to New York, but something about Bucky had gotten under his guard. After their unexpected reunion in the hospital following a very memorable one-night stand, Steve had known there was no way he could go on without the young bookstore owner in his life.

They were taking it one step at a time though. Steve’s job was obviously full-on, especially so as he’d decided to continue working towards becoming a surgeon, something he’d done most of the work for out in California. Between his ER shifts, and the work for his qualification, both practical and theoretical, they sometimes went days without seeing each other and Steve didn’t want to force Bucky into something he wasn’t able to cope with - there was a reason why a large number of people in the medical field struggled to maintain relationships.

Therefore he maintained his apartment, and Bucky still had his own over his shop. Admittedly that warm, lived-in space, as small and covered in white cat fur as it was, felt more like home to Steve than his larger, pristine loft that still looked like something out of a brochure. Also, Bucky’s place was a lot closer to the hospital than his. It made sense, really, to spend most of his time there. He kept thinking about ‘taking the next step’, but something was stopping him.

Steve let out a sigh. He hadn’t seen Bucky in a full 48 hours now, and there was still another six to go until he could leave.

Today was an observation day, where Steve would be watching his mentor while she performed a heart by-pass and she would ask him questions as she did so. He was excited for it, but even that couldn’t dull the ache within him which he knew would only be soothed by a Bucky-hug ™.

He watched Doctor Rambeau - Monica - scrub up, dexterously turning off the tap with her elbow, and then waited for her to move out of the space so he could do the same. He might not be performing the operation, but he still had to follow all the protocols. He knew what an honour this was, having her as his mentor. She was one of the best in her field, and under her tutelage he knew he would be able to make a difference to so many people. With his own history of health issues, he knew what it was like to have his life saved and was ready to pay it forwards. 

“You ready, Doctor Rogers?” He turned to see one perfectly shaped eyebrow rise at him from behind an eye-shield.

“Absolutely. Lead on, Doctor Rambeau.” He knew his smile was hidden behind his mask, but hopefully she would hear it in his voice and see it in the crinkles around his eyes. He suspected not much got past her. The junior doctors were always making remarks about how Doctor Rambeau could see things that other mere mortals couldn’t.

“Soooo,” Nat drawled out and Bucky got ready for another round of being teased. “You’re seeing him tonight?”

“Yes,” replied Bucky. “He’s coming over after his observation shift and then he’s off for the next two days. Don’t expect to see much of me outside of work hours.” He waggled his eyebrows at his best friend and grinned as she rolled her eyes in return.

“Don’t I know it. If it wasn’t for his shifts I doubt I’d see you at all.” Despite her words, Bucky could hear the joking affection in her voice. However, what was the point in being best friends if you didn’t wind each other up at every available opportunity?

“You’re one to talk? How are you and Doctor Wilson going? I know he knows his way around….” Bucky’s dig at Sam’s field of specialisation was cut off by Nat placing her finger over his lips.

“Shush, you. We’re going just fine. Keeping it casual. He’s busy. I’m busy. Who wants to put labels on things?”

Bucky’s lips twitched. “Whatever you say, Natty-Nat-Nat. I believe you, thousands wouldn’t.”

She stuck her tongue out at him and then grabbed another armful of books to reshelve. “So apart from fucking, what have you got planned?”

Bucky shrugged. “Not a lot. Depends on how wiped out he is. Dinner tonight - I’m making lasagne - and a film. Probably far too much wine. Tomorrow? Maybe the Brooklyn Museum, and lunch. I know he wants me to test him on some theory, so I need to limber up my tongue so I can say complicated words I don’t understand.”

“Please don’t tell me how you’re going to limber it up,” Nat said with a snort, and Bucky squashed down the urge to throw a book at her. He knew from his own painful experience what it felt like to have a hardback, or several, bounce off his face. The only upside of that situation had been that he’d seen Steve again and gotten his number, even if it had been mortifying at the time.

“Things are still going well, then?” Nat questioned more softly.

“Absolutely.” Bucky let out a sigh as he thought about his diminutive blond boyfriend. Even before their eyes had met across the bar he’d been intrigued. There had been something in Steve’s movements, the way his fingers had held - near caressed - his beer bottle, that had filled Bucky with want.

That feeling hadn’t waned over the past months, and while he inevitably got frustrated when Steve’s shifts kept them apart, he also had an inkling that the periods of separation were also what had kept them in the ‘honeymoon’ phase so long. It heightened the anticipation, and when they did get to spend time together? Well it was a good thing that Bucky had no neighbours and Steve’s apartment had thick walls.

Bucky had always had voracious… appetites… but had been more than pleasantly surprised when Steve proved that he could, most of the time at least, keep up with him. He also hadn’t thought that such an outwardly respectable doctor could be so kinky, but….

“Earth to Barnes!” Nat snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Stop thinking about Steve’s dick on work time.” 

He pouted at her. “Spoilsport. And anyway, it wasn’t his dick I was thinking about, it was his fing–”

Nat threw her hands up over her ears. “LA-LA-LA,” she shouted before walking back towards the front desk and the customers who had just walked through the door. Bucky giggled and continued to restack books while indulging in his daydreams.

Steve slowly pushed the surgical gown down his arms with a sigh and winced at the bright lights in the scrub room. He hadn’t even been doing any of the heavy lifting during that op, but he still felt absolutely wrung out. However, it had been the most wonderful experience, getting to see Monica performing the by-pass so assuredly and asking her questions as she did so. He was also proud of the fact that he’d been able to answer her questions too, although those had been more inquisitorial than plain curious like his. But it was the end of his shift now - more or less on time too, for a change - and he couldn’t wait to get to Bucky’s apartment and relax in the arms of his boyfriend for two whole days.

He washed up and said good-bye to Monica and the rest of the surgical team and headed towards the staff room and the locker containing his street clothes, keys, and wallet - he hadn’t spent this much time in scrubs since medical school. As he made his way along the white walled corridors, the sounds of a hospital at work swirled around him - the beeping of machines, pained cries of the young and old, the urgent, hushed conversations of other medical professionals, the weeping of family members and loved ones. He liked to think that he was partially immune to these noises - they were the soundtrack to his daily life after all, but for some reason, they felt rawer than usual, scraping across his bones like nails down a chalkboard, and Steve couldn’t hold back an involuntary shudder. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling appeared to be taunting him too, their beams piercing his eyeballs and the almost inaudible humming making his teeth itch.

“Bucky,” he muttered to himself. “I just need to get home to Bucky, then I’ll feel better.”

When Steve finally made his way outside the sky was dark, but the streets were lit up with street lamps and car headlights. Each shaft of light felt like a needle sliding into his brain via his temples and he took a deep breath in through his nose to stave off a wave of dizziness. 

There was a light drizzle in the air, making it blessedly cool, and despite the damp Steve decided to walk to Bucky’s apartment instead of schlepping it on the much dryer, but ultimately more cramped and warm, subway. It took him longer than anticipated though, his shoes feeling like lead weights upon his feet, getting heavier and heavier with every step.

Finally, he reached the bookstore, the interior shrouded in darkness, but with lights shining from the windows above. Steve walked, half staggered, down the alley at the side and let himself in through the door that would lead him up the stairs and to Bucky. He was glad that Bucky had given him a key a few months back, otherwise he would have had to wait in the rain while Bucky came downstairs to let him in. That had happened enough times at the beginning that Steve was now very much over that part of their relationship. Having keys felt good. What didn’t feel good though were his sodden socks, or his throbbing eyeballs.

He trudged up the stairs, each step harder than the last, until he reached the top and all but fell through the interior door. Bucky must have heard him because Steve’s name was called out joyfully, a sound that normally made his heart leap in his chest, but in this moment, all he could do was let out a pained whimper as Bucky’s voice cut through his brain like a chainsaw.

He heard Bucky’s footsteps get closer and he squinted against the brightness of the room.

“Hey, Stevie!”

Bucky pulled him into a rough hug, squishing Steve’s face against the ubiquitous black t-shirt he always seemed to wear on days he was working. The smell of Bucky’s cologne, normally one of his favourite scents, assailed his nose, combining with the smell of garlic that permeated the apartment and Steve felt his stomach roll.

“Buck… please,” he slurred as he uncharacteristically pushed himself away from his boyfriend’s embrace. Everything around him just felt like too much and he felt himself tip backwards against the wall.

“Oh, Steve. You don’t look too hot.” Bucky’s voice was full of concern, and Steve was sure that if he could manage to focus properly, he’d be able to see Bucky’s dark brows pulled together in a frown. 

“Jeez, thanks,” he managed to push out with a small upturn to his lips. “Just what I wanted to hear after not seeing you for two days.” He closed his eyes, intending to do so for just a moment, and felt the ringing pain in his head lessen minutely.

Bucky’s body brushed against him as his holdall was taken from him by gentle hands and his coat was slipped from his shoulders.

“Is it a migraine?” Bucky had modulated his voice to a whisper and Steve decided that he hadn’t ever been so glad for anything in his life.

Eyes still closed, he nodded and let out a noise of confirmation from his lips. “Mmm-hmm.”

“Okay. Let’s get you to bed then. I’m prescribing Advil, earplugs, an eye-mask and an early night.”

Steve snorted and instantly regretted it. “I thought I was the doctor here?” he quipped, his voice low and gravelly.

“You are,” Bucky replied, his lips brushing Steve’s temple. “But I’m the boyfriend, so what I say, goes.”

“Is that so?” Steve queried, a note of amusement in his voice.

“Very much so,” Bucky confirmed. “Now you keep your eyes closed if you want, I’ll guide you.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but still kept his lids closed. He had a feeling it was the only reason he wasn’t throwing up right now.

“Such a mother hen,” he chastised without any real bite and allowed Bucky to steer him, arms looped together, through the small apartment. A soft bump against his ankle let him know that Alpine was now part of the proceedings.

“It’s why you love me. Right, you just sit down here…” Steve felt his shoulders clasped by Bucky’s hands and he sat down, completely trusting that he wouldn’t fall on his ass. “Can you manage to get undressed while I go find the pills?”

Steve cracked one eye open. “Sure. I love you, you know that?” Bucky shot him a soft smile, pressed another kiss to his forehead and then went through to the small bathroom, rattling around inside the cupboards.

Steve kicked off his shoes, glad he had on loafers that came off easily, and struggled out of his shirt. It felt like an octopus trying to envelope and suffocate him. He flopped down onto the mattress and squeezed his eyes shut again, feeling the bile begin to rise in his throat. Not only did this suck, big time, but he also felt so guilty, a feeling he vocalised when he felt the bed dip on Bucky’s return.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I know that this wasn’t what we had planned. What were you making for dinner?” He felt Bucky’s hands on the waistband of his slacks, deftly pulling them from his body in the most un-lust-filled, and therefore strangest, way possible.

“Lasagne, but it will keep until tomorrow. And you don’t need to apologise. These things happen and you have been working really hard. I’m actually surprised you didn’t have one of these sooner.”

Steve shuffled under the coverlet, letting out a sigh at the coolness of the sheets against his skin. Bucky pressed two tablets into his hand, and he propped himself upon his other elbow so he could pop them in his mouth, swallowing them down with a drink from the glass of water Bucky proffered him.

“I’ll make it up to you, Buck. I promise.”

“I know you will, you lug. But for now here’s the eye mask.” Soft satin was placed over his head, settling over his eyes and helping to black out the last of the light making it through his eyelids. “And here are the ear plugs.” Bucky dropped them into Steve’s palm and curled his fingers shut over them. “Now don’t worry about me,” he placated. “I have a whole garlic bread and a salad to make my way through, plus a date at Stars Hollow with Lorelai. I’ll be fine. We’ll pick this up tomorrow if you’re feeling better, and if you’re not I’ll just pump you full of drugs until you are.”

Steve smiled into the darkness. “You know that’s not how that works?”

Bucky placed his finger over Steve’s lips. “Ssh, sexy Doctor Boyfriend has spoken. Sleep now.” He moved his finger and replaced it with his lips, kissing Steve softly.

“Sir, yes Sir,” Steve replied, bringing his hand up in salute.

“Punk. Sleep well. I’ll come cuddle you later.”

“I will, jerk. And thank you.”

He heard Bucky mumble under his breath and then pad across the room before he pushed the earplugs into his ears, cocooning himself in silence to go along with the darkness, and snuggled down into the sheets to pass out.

Bucky closed the bedroom door with a soft ‘click’ and padded back through to the living room, trying to quell the disappointment. It wasn’t Steve’s fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. Migraines happened, and he hadn’t been lying when he’d said it was a surprise that Steve hadn’t had one already - he really had been pushing himself to the limit. But, Bucky supposed, that was one of the things that made him love Steve. His tenaciousness, bordering on stubbornness, was endearing, and was probably one of the main reasons they were still together. He wasn’t going to lie - those early days had been tough, but Steve had found every spare moment he could and made it available to Bucky, whether that was hanging out at the bookshop during the day in the middle of a split shift, or rolling into the apartment just to curl up beside him in bed for the eight hours between the end of a late shift and the start of an early one. There were the surprise DoorDash deliveries when a shift had run over and dinner plans had had to be cancelled and Steve knew Bucky wouldn’t have anything in. There were the long nights of loving and the frantic, heated quickies and everything in between. And he couldn’t be prouder of what Steve was achieving right now. Once he’d passed his surgeon’s qualification things should get better for them - less double shifts, although probably more that would run over. Swings and roundabouts he supposed.

Crossing to the small kitchenette, Bucky pulled out the lasagne, watching the cheese and white sauce bubble on the top as he placed it on a trivet to cool. He was glad he’d cooked something that wouldn’t spoil from not being eaten right now. He then picked up the bowl of salad, and the garlic bread that had been keeping warm in the toaster oven, and meandered over to the couch. As he ate and watched the residents of Star Hollow navigate complex family relationships, Bucky realised that even though he was in this room and Steve was asleep in the bedroom, he didn’t feel alone. He could feel Steve’s presence in his home and it just felt so right.

A couple of hours later he snuck quietly into the bedroom, the only sound the soft snores emanating from Steve’s mouth. He brushed his teeth in the bathroom, careful to only turn the light on after he’d entered and turn it off before he exited, and then tip-toed over to the bed with only the light from the street outside to illuminate his way.  He slipped in behind Steve and gently tugged him into a hug. Steve mumbled in his sleep, but didn’t wake.

Bucky reached up to lightly stroke over the top of Steve’s head and pressed a kiss to his bony shoulder blade.

“I love you, Stevie,” he whispered. “Holding you like this is where I’m happiest.”

Maybe tomorrow would be the day he took a leap of faith and asked Steve to move in with him?

When Steve woke he felt entirely disorientated. It took him a moment to remember what had happened the night before, and when he pulled out the earplugs and lifted the eye-mask he was happy to note that the stabbing pain in his head had reduced to a dull throb. He blinked a few times to get the sleep from his eyes and then focused on the clock next to the bed. 

12:37pm

He’d been asleep for almost eighteen hours!

The bed beside him was cold, indicating that even his slug-abed boyfriend had gotten bored with sleeping at some point and decided to get up. He had vague recollections of being pulled against Bucky’s front in the night, but that was it. He frowned to himself - he’d gone far too long without consciously touching him, something that he needed to rectify immediately.

He pushed himself upright, and took a long drink from the water glass next to the clock. He still remembered the first time he’d woken up in this bed, in the middle of the night and getting ready to make a hasty exit after an alcohol fueled hook-up. Now he didn’t think there was anywhere he’d rather be than right here. 

From the end of the bed, Alpine lifted her head and narrowly opened her eyes, obviously not happy to be disturbed from her slumber. Steve reached out and scratched her under her chin in apology.

When he stood, it was on slightly wobbly legs, and he took a moment to grab a pair of sweats from Bucky’s drawer, taking care to pull the drawstring tight and roll the waistband over. Steve then walked quietly through to the living room, stopping to lean on the back of the sofa as he watched an oblivious Bucky, also only in sweats, singing along to the radio, a spatula in hand acting like a microphone, as he made a grilled cheese sandwich. It was the cutest thing Steve thought he’d ever seen and it just made him want Bucky more.

Steve padded closer, and when he reached out to touch Bucky’s shoulder, Bucky jumped with a shriek.

“Jeez, Steve. You scared me.”

Steve grinned at him and looped his arms around Bucky’s waist, drawing him closer and nuzzling at his neck.

“I’m sorry, baby. Maybe I can make it up to you?”

Bucky let out an amused chuckle. “So you owe me twice, that’s what I’m hearing. You feeling better then?”

Steve fastened his mouth to Bucky’s throat and gave it a suck, creating a dark pink patch on Bucky’s already flushed skin. “Absolutely. Although I can think of something else that will make me feel even better.”

“I bet you can,” replied Bucky with another giggle. “Do I have enough time to eat my grilled cheese, or…” he trailed off as Steve pushed his hand under Bucky’s waistband. “Oh! L-let me just turn this off…” Steve smiled into Bucky’s skin as he leant across to turn the stove dial and move his pan onto a cold ring. “Okay - you were saying?”

God, how Steve loved this man. The hand he had down Bucky’s sweats and shorts moved - encompassed -  and Steve watched as Bucky’s eyelids fluttered, his dark lashes fanning his cheeks, and how his mouth dropped open into an “O” shape. First he was going to do what he hadn’t been able to last night and then he was definitely going to ask Bucky if they could move in together.

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[blackwood4stucky]

hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

author: aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅴 | 🔞 | word count: 3,360 | complete

tags: alpha x alpha, drugged, forced sex, non con body bod, non traditional omegaverse, triggered mating, secondary gender modification, dark elements

"A peculiar scent fills Steve’s nose as he wakes slowly. He knows that scent, it is one that still haunts him, that whispers his failures in his ears like prayers." - There were turncoats on the Lemurian Star.

bingo fills + event prompts

ch. 1: hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

@anyfandomangstbingo | barely conscious

@anyfandomdarkbingo | fuck or die

@anyfandomgoesbingo | possessive alpha

@anyfandomkinkbingo | handcuffs

@badthingshappenbingo | mutilation

@buckybarnesevents

alpha bucky april | breeding kink + purring + double minimum requirement babb 2023 | failed mission [april prompt] babb 2023 [babb060] | held down connect 4 [c4013] | c1: sex slave

@catws-anniversary | theme: bucky barnes - metal arm

@deaddovekink

frisky february | drugged sex monsterfcking march | shapeshifting: transforming during sex

@eclipsingbingo | trail of blood

@fandom-free-bingo: valentine’s edition | aphrodisiac, bound

@hurtcember | forced

@julybreakbingo: post-july | sex pollen

@kinky-things-happen | transformation

@marvel-smash-bingo | forced orgasm

@mcukinkbingo: open round | torture

@multifandom-flash

omegaverse | forced mating round 2 [1028] | free space

scalding hot: consent issues bingo | non con body mod: extra fuck holes

@sebastianstanbingo | sex slave

@stuckybingo [5080] | kink: breeding

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | captivity, kidnapped

@yearoftheotpevent | april: canon divergence

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

ch 2