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jessybarnes · 2 years ago

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Dirty Little Secret

Title: Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,882

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, frottage, role play, secret crush, uniform kink, sleeping in, anal sex, jacking off, kissing, praise kink, slight dom/sub, begging, nipple play, biting, marking, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that’s it.

Written For: @kinktober2022, @ultimatechrisbingo, @sebastianstanbingo, @lgbtqbingo, @anyfandomangstbingo, and @anyfandomfluffbingo

Squares Filled: Frottage for Kinktober 2022 // O1 - Role Play for Ultimate Chris Bingo // B5 - Secret Crush for LGBTQ Bingo // O5 - Uniform Kink for Sebastian Stan Bingo // N-5 “What the fuck am I seeing?” For AFG Angst Bingo // B5 - Sleeping In for AFG Fluff Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson, A. DiLorenza, and J. Landis

Title Card: Yours Truly

Sebastian loves going to Chris’s for the holidays.

The warm welcome from his family, the home-cooked meals Lisa always makes, and the camaraderie all make him feel at home. What he loves most of all, however, is being able to spend time with his best friend.

Sebastian’s mother comes to visit him every chance she gets, but with the price of airline tickets these days, he understands that she can't always make it out to see him. He makes it up to her by traveling to see her during the summer months anyway.

He finally pulls into their driveway and grabs his suitcase before walking up to their beautifully decorated house. That's another thing about the Evans family. Their holiday decor never ceases to amaze him.

His knuckles rap on the door, and moments later, he's greeted with the warm embrace of the man himself.

Chris holds him close for a few seconds. One hand is splayed across his back while the other squeezes his bicep. Sebastian closes his eyes and revels in the soothing scent of his aftershave paired with the smooth baritone voice he loves so much.

"Seb, you made it! How was the drive? Was there a lot of traffic?"

Sebastian’s smile comes easily. Even if his stomach is full of butterflies and turmoil, he's not going to worry Chris about those things. Not because he doesn't think his best friend would be there for him. No, he's certain Chris would do anything for him.

It's because he can't.

Their friendship is something he cherishes. The monthly movie nights where they each pick the cheesiest movie they can find and laugh together, the trips to the dog park with Dodger where they play frisbee and reminisce about filming their past movies, and the fact that he always has a place at the Evans dinner table. Yeah, if being able to have all of that means he has to push aside his feelings, then that's what he'll do.

"Traffic was a little heavier than usual, but that's to be expected this time of year." He smiles gratefully at Chris, admiring the happiness in his eyes. "Thank you for inviting me. It really means a lot."

"Sebastian, you know your family too, right? Mom loves you as her own, and Dad talks about you to his friends all the time. Not to mention the fact that I walked in on Shanna, Scott, and Carly watching The Covenant the other day.”

“Oh, god…that old thing?” Sebastian’s cheeks are tinted pink. “As great of an opportunity as it was at the time, that has to be the cheesiest movie I’ve ever been in.”

Chris laughs, and it makes Sebastian’s stomach flip. God, he loves making him laugh.

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad. Besides, I think you carried that movie if we’re being honest. No offense to Steven and the other guys, of course.”

Lisa’s voice cuts him off before he can respond, “Is that Sebastian?”

“Yeah, Ma. He just got here.”

She comes around the corner, sporting a festive apron, and opens her arms to hug him “Oh, Seb, it’s great to see you, dear. I made up the guest room for you if you need to freshen up. Dinner will be in about an hour.”

“It’s great to be here. Thank you for having me. You didn’t have to, you know.”

“Oh, nonsense!” She swats his bicep, “I couldn’t let Chris’s best friend be alone on Thanksgiving. You’re practically my son anyway.”

Chris grabs his bag and walks toward the hallway, calling after him. “Told you so!”

An hour later, Sebastian joins Chris and the rest of his family in their formal dining room. The table is set, the fireplace is crackling, and the food looks as delicious as it smells. He falls into conversion easily, just like he always does when he’s with the Evans family.

Robert asks him about the projects he’s currently working on, and he beams as he tells them. Sebastian has always been so thankful for what he gets to do for a living. Being able to wake up and create movies and TV shows and the like for the world to see is truly amazing to experience.

After a little while, the conversations die down, and they settle into their food. It’s quite the spread, but Sebastian wouldn’t expect anything less from Lisa. When she cooks, she cooks for the whole neighborhood.

Chris takes a bite of mashed potatoes and moans around the fork, and it makes Sebastian nearly choke on his tea. “Ma, this is heavenly!”

Sebastian closes his eyes and swallows. It feels like the universe is torturing him. It should be a sin for his best friend to make noises like that. He moves his fork around his nearly empty plate and watches Chris innocently. He’s laughing again, about what he isn’t sure, but he’s looking at him like he’s hanging on every word.

Scott watches from across the table and smirks knowingly. He’s seen that look before. Hell, he looks at his boyfriend the same damn way. It pains him a little to see the turmoil and longing in Sebastian’s eyes. He spent the better part of his life fighting who he truly is, and he’ll be damned if he lets someone else, especially someone he cares about, go through the same thing.

“Hey, Chris? He takes one last sip of his drink before continuing, “I’ll clean up the dishes so you can take Dodger on a walk. Hey Seb, would you mind helping me? I’ll wash and you dry.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping, but I did kind of want to get back in time to watch the football game” Chris looks over at Sebastian, “you don’t mind, do you?”

Seb shakes his head, “not at all! It’s the least that I can do.”

A few minutes later, he and Scott are in the kitchen standing in front of the sink. They share comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds being the running water and the light clinking of dishes.

Sebastian chews on his lip as he replays the sound Chris made over in his head. He feels like a perv, thinking about him like that, but he can’t help it. He shakes the thought away as he takes another plate from Scott.

“You should tell him, you know.”

The dish nearly falls out of his hands, “w-what?”

“Oh, come on,” Scott scoffs, “I see the way you look at him, Sebastian. I may have been born at night, but it wasn’t last night.”

Sebastian falters and tries to keep his breathing steady. “It doesn’t matter how I feel. Telling him would ruin everything, and I can’t lose that. I…I can’t lose him.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

He stares at Chris’s brother with bewilderment, “but I-”

“No. No buts. Are you forgetting how much our family loves you? How much Chris loves you?”

Sebastian shakes his head, “but he doesn’t see me that way, and what happens if I tell him how I feel and it makes things weird? I don’t want to lose my best friend, Scott.”

Scott rests his hand on Seb’s shoulder and looks sincerely into his eyes. “Listen to me when I tell you this, okay? You can believe it or not, but regardless, I need you to hear this. As you know, my brother is still single. I know he wants to find that perfect someone to settle down with and have a big family, it’s all he’s talked about lately. Well, the other day, he and I were out in the garage working on his car, and we got on the subject of the Captain America movies. Specifically, what it was like working with you on Captain America: The Winter Soldier and something donned on me.”

Sebastian leans against the counter and waits for him to continue.

“I don’t know why I hadn’t seen it before, but that’s neither here nor there. I looked at Chris, and I told him point blank that you are exactly his type, just the wrong gender, and I saw something click. He didn’t elaborate on what he was thinking after that, but I firmly believe that he harbors some sort of romantic feelings for you.”

Sebastian felt a lump begin to form in his throat, and he wrapped his arms around Scott tightly.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, just go get ‘em, tiger!”

The evening came quickly, and soon, everyone was getting ready to turn in for the night. Robert is asleep in the recliner, the post-football game segment is playing softy in the background, Lisa is putting away the leftovers, Shanna and Carly are playing with Dodger out back, Scott disappeared into his room to facetime his boyfriend, and Sebastian and Chris are sitting on the front porch having a beer.

"You're awful quiet tonight."

Sebastian takes a long pull of his bottle and lets Chris’s statement marinate for a moment. He wants to follow Scott's advice, but it's still scary. He doesn't want to fuck this up.

"I'm just uh… just a lot on my mind."

"Wanna talk about it?" Chris looks over at him, and Sebastian almost forgets to breathe from the way the moonlight shines on his best friend's face.

"I do. I really do, but I don't think I'm ready. It's… it's pretty big, and I wanna make sure I do things right, ya know?"

Chris nods, "I understand, Seb. Just know that I'm always here for you. We've been through a lot together, and you can talk to me about anything."

He sighs and looks up at the constellations, admiring the way the stars twinkle in the night sky. Sometimes, he wishes he could just go to one of those other stars just to be alone with his thoughts for a while. Chris touches his arm lightly, and he’s instantly brought back to reality.

“You know that, don’t you? That you can talk to me about anything?”

Sebastian’s lip curls into a half smile, “I do know. Thank you for always being here for me.” He stands up and takes Chris’s empty bottle in his other hand, “I think I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See you tomorrow, Seb.”

Sebastian can’t sleep. He tosses and turns, trying his best to get comfortable and warm. The Evans guest room is one of the outer rooms of their home and doesn’t generate much heat. He isn’t complaining per se; he just wishes there was another comforter he could use to keep warm. He’d get up and ask Lisa, but it’s one thirty in the morning, and he isn’t going to bother her this early. That wouldn’t be polite of him.

He sighs and throws back the covers. Even in his sweatpants and long sleeve shirt he’s still freezing. The closet across the room catches his eye, and he’s hopeful that maybe there are some blankets in there that he can use.

Seb gets up and switches on the bedside lamp before padding across the carpet. At first, he doesn’t see anything other than some Christmas decorations and some totes labeled ‘photo albums’. Finally, he sees a stack of blankets on one of the higher shelves, but before he can reach for one, something else stops him in his tracks.

There, hanging on one of the hangers in the back corner is a Steve Rogers costume. Specifically, the one he wore in Avenger’s Infinity War. Against his better judgment, he reaches out a shaky hand to touch it. His eyes close, and he swallows thickly as he pictures the way Chris looked wearing it. God, he looked so good. Well, he always does, but wearing this? Fuck, it was a miracle he got through shooting those scenes with him without getting hard.

Speaking of that, he’s thankful that he’s alone in here right now because that’s exactly what’s happening. He’s rock fucking hard over a goddamn costume.

He knows it’s wrong; he knows that Chris’s entire immediate family is just feet away from him, but it’s like he’s in a trance. He can’t stop himself from taking it off the hanger and bringing it to his face to smell it. He breathes in, and even though it smells mostly like Lisa and Robert’s house, there’s still a faint smell of Chris’s cologne. It makes his cock twitch and leak against his thigh, and he can’t help the low groan that falls past his lips.

“Fuck, Steve…”

He’s so far gone at this point that his desire outweighs all of the things that could go wrong if he doesn’t stop now. Sebastian carries the uniform over to the bed and lays down on his side with it pressed up against his body. He can’t get his sweats down fast enough, his cock springing free and hitting the pleather, making him bite his lip.

Sebastian starts slow, rutting against the fabric with a neediness he’s never felt. He inhales Chris’s scent, and it becomes intoxicating. Like a drug, he can’t get enough of it fast enough.

“Oh, god…”

He can feel the desire pooling in his abdomen, and he knows he won’t be able to last. He’s nearly there, teetering on the edge as he thrusts his hips against the uniform desperately chasing his high.

Sebastian is so focused that he doesn’t hear the door open, nor does he see the horrified look on Chris’s face. Not until his voice slams him back to reality like a train hitting a brick wall.

“Oh, shit! Fuck! I-I’m sorry!”

Sebastian’s eyes snap open, and he scrambles for the covers as he tries his best to hide the evidence of what he was doing just moments ago.

“Oh, my god… Oh, god… Chris, please, no I’m the one that’s sorry. I just… I…”

He can’t even form words. He’s so humiliated, and he’s certain that this couldn’t get any worse.

Except, it does.

“Seb, what… what the fuck am I seeing? Is… Is that my Steve costume?”

If Sebastian could, he’d give anything in the world to be somewhere else. Anywhere but here. He covers his face with his hands and tries to stop himself from bursting into tears. He should have known better. He should have fucking stopped himself because the worst thing that could have happened did, and now he’s ruined everything.

He feels the bed dip, and he brings his knees to his chest to try and make himself smaller. He’s never been more embarrassed in his life. Chris tentatively touches his arm, and he flinches.

“Sebastian? Will you just look at me? Please? I just… I want to understand. I’m not angry. I’m just confused.”

He raises his head slowly and blinks back tears, “What do you mean you don’t understand? Can’t you see that I’m a freak?… I’m a fucking perv who gets off by thinking of my best fucking friend in his Captain America costume. I’m sorry you had to find out like this… I… I think I should go before I make things wor-”

“Please don’t go. I don’t want you to go.”

Sebastian locks eyes with Chris, and he’s surprised to see how soft and sincere they are. There’s no anger, no disgust, nothing that makes him think that Chris is upset with him.

“You don’t? But I-”

“Sebastian, of course, I don’t want you to go. It’s nearly two in the morning, and the roads are icy. I’m sorry if I seemed angry earlier; I was just… shocked. I saw your light on when I was heading to the kitchen for some water and thought something was wrong. You can imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw you fucking my Avenger costume. That wasn’t even on my radar.”

Chris scoots closer and slowly reaches out to cup his cheek. “Scott was right. You are exactly my type, and I should have seen it before. I should have fuckin’ done this sooner.”

Sebastian doesn’t have time to react because in the next second Chris’s lips are on his. He doesn’t kiss back at first, still too surprised to think straight, but soon he’s kissing him back with fervor.

Chris pulls away after a moment and gives him a sheepish smile. “Does that prove I want you to stay?”

Sebastian blinks, “I…yeah. Yeah, it does, but aren’t you…” He’s afraid to even ask for fear of ruining the moment, but he has to know. “Aren’t you… ya know… weirded out that I have a thing for you in uniform?”

“Do you think I would be kissing you if I was weirded out?” He glides his hand over a rough denim patch near the chest plate of his costume., “I actually thought it was hot, really hot, seeing you all needy like that.” His eyes darken, and Sebastian’s breath hitches. “And seeing as you didn’t get to finish, I think it’s only fair that I help you out.”

Sebastian is speechless as he watches Chris stand up and take off his shirt. His eyes dance over his muscles and the way they flex as he tosses the tee in the corner of the room. He’s so focused on the smattering of chest hair and the perfect, dark ink of his tattoos that he doesn’t notice him grab the uniform.

He sucks in a breath when he realizes what’s happening, and he can’t stop his moan when Chris takes off his boxers. His eyes trail down past his abs, below his deliciously defined Adonis belt, to his thick, hard cock.

“See anything you like, sweetheart?”

He swallows and nods his head because he’s rendered speechless. Fuck, he’s big…really big, and he desperately wants to taste him, to feel him stretching him open and he almost cums from the thought alone.

Chris smirks and steps into the suit. “I haven’t worn this in a while, so I hope I still look as good in it now as I apparently did then.”

“Y-You… You’re…. Beautiful…”

The blonde chuckles, “Oh, honey, listen to you. Can barely even speak and I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” He zips up the costume everywhere but one particular place and climbs on the bed to hover over Sebastian. He’s wide-eyed and flushed, his dick just as hard as Chris’s as it rests just below his belly button.

Sebastian watches as he pulls his cock out and chokes out a moan when Chris takes both of them in his gloved hand and begins stroking them.

“Oh, my fu-... Oh, god!”

Chris drags his thumb over Seb’s bottom lip and groans. “Shh, you gotta be quiet, baby. I know it feels good, but these walls are thin.”

Sebastian bites his lip and digs his blunt nails into Chris’s biceps. Little crescent indents mark his smooth skin. Chris moves faster and twists his wrist slightly when it gets to their flared heads. He’s drunk on the way Seb is looking up at him. He opens his mouth and arches into him, and Chris takes the opportunity to suck on the skin above his pulse point.

“Ch-Chris…” Sebastian whines and rolls his hips upward for more friction.

“Now, baby, you know that’s not my name…”

Sebastian shudders and almost loses it right then and there.

“Come on, Sebastian,” Chris moans softly and looks down at him with hooded eyes. “What’s my name, sweetheart?”

“S-Steve…,” he whines desperately.

“That’s right, sugar. Tell Stevie what you need.”

Sebastian is losing it and losing it fast. The way Chris’s cock is sliding against his, slick from their combined pre-cum, how just the right roughness from his glove is digging into his sensitive skin, and the way he’s panting above him like a touch-starved man.

“M-More… Oh, fuck, please!”

Chris flips them over so Sebastian is on top and tugs at his sweats. “These. Off. Now.”

Sebastian nearly rips them trying to take off his clothes and then he’s right back to straddle the blonde. There’s a new dominance he’s never been on the receiving end of from his best friend and his cock twitches in interest.

“That’s much better, baby. You’re so obedient, Sebastian. I love hearing you beg like that. You make the most beautiful sounds for me.” Chris’s fingertips just barely touch the brunette’s shaft and his eyes flutter closed. “This pretty, pink cock is makin’ such a mess all over my uniform,” he tuts. Look at that, you’re dripping all over me…such a messy, messy boy.” Seb whines desperately and Chris smirks. “You’re gonna make a bigger mess for me though. Gonna cum all over for Steve, aren’t you, honey?”

“God, yes!”

Chris grabs his bare hips and guides him as Sebastian rubs his cock over his own.

"That's right, baby. Keep moving just like that. Make yourself feel good,"

Sebastian rocks his hips, his sensitive, pink tip gliding effortlessly along Chris’s. He's whimpering, trying desperately to stay quiet like he was told.

"Mmm, you look so pretty, sweetheart. You're being such a good boy, Sebastian. How does it feel, hm? Do you like feelin' Steve's cock against yours?"

"Steve! Oh, fuck, Steve I-...It feels s-so good!"

"Yeah? I bet you'd look gorgeous fucking yourself on it too. Bouncin' up and down, takin' me all nice and deep. Do you want that, baby?"

Sebastian bites the side of his hand to stifle a moan, "Oh, please!"

Chris’s teeth sink into his bottom lip, "Do you want me to open you up, honey?"

"No…no, I wanna feel all of you. Please, Stevie?"

Chris takes one of the gloves off and spits on his hand. “Alright, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself, sugar. Promise me you’ll take your time, okay?” Seb shakes his head yes and Chris strokes himself a couple of times to allow for some sort of lubrication. He guides Sebastian so his dick is pressing up against his entrance. “Go ahead, baby.”

And Sebastian does. He slowly sinks down, lower and lower until he’s fully seated against Chris’s toned upper thighs. He can’t breathe, he can’t even think about anything else other than how full he is.

Chris is in awe of him. It never once crossed his mind that Sebastian, his best friend, would be the one to make him feel like this. He hasn’t even started moving yet, and he’s already about to explode from how tight he is around him. Seb’s eyes are closed, his mouth opens in ecstasy and his cock is angry-red and leaking all over his stomach. It’s easily the hottest fucking thing he’s ever witnessed.

“God, Seb, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“S-Stevie… please… please c-can I-” He can’t even form words he’s so full. Sebastian doesn’t even have to move. He’s so sure he could come just from this, but he wants to be a good boy. He wants, no needs, to be praised. He lives for it.

Chris takes his gloved hand and just barely wraps it around the brunette’s cock. It makes him rock his hips a little and the prettiest whine fills the space between them. Finally, he starts to move. Lifting himself up a little and falling back down at a steady pace.

He gradually gets faster and soon Chris is lifting his hips to fuck up into him. “Fuck, Seb, you look so fucking good, baby. Knew you’d look so pretty bouncin’ on my dick. God, you’re gonna make me cum already. So fuckin’ tight around me…shit!”

Sebastian is so far gone that anything could be happening around them and he wouldn’t stop. He’s never felt this good in his life. Every time he slams down a jolt of indescribable pleasure shoots through his body and he’s fucking drunk on it. He doesn’t dare open his mouth. Not when he needs to stay quiet because he’s certain that if he so much as parts his lips he’ll wake the dead.

Chris on the other hand can’t help it. He’s past the point of caring. Fuck it if anyone hears them then so be it. “Fuckin’ ride me, baby… Oh, shit…shit, I’m close… baby, I’m so close. Gonna fuckin’ fill this tight little hole up. You’re gonna make Stevie come baby.”

He strokes Sebastian from base to tip, matching the speed of his thrusts. Chris knows he’s close, knows he’s right there, and just needs a little extra push. He uses his free hand to sit up and wraps his arm around Sebastian so he can fuck him even harder.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you’re close. I want you to cum for me… make a mess and cum all over this fucking uniform baby.” He closes his lips over one of Sebastian’s nipples, drags his teeth over it, and growls when he feels him squeeze around him.

“St-Stevie! I-I’m…I’m cumming! Oh, fuck I’m cumming!”

Chris groans and watches as thick, warm ropes paint his suit. It’s unreal to him how his best friend could make him feel like this. He can’t get enough of him and seeing Sebastian practically convulse in his arms is his undoing. He stills inside of him, filling him to the brim.

They sit there for a minute and catch their breath. Chris has his forehead against Sebastian’s chest and continues to hold him while his body still shakes in his arms. As carefully as he can he lifts the brunette off of him and lays him down against the pillows.

“I’m gonna go get something to clean you up. Okay, honey?”

Seb hums and that’s enough for Chris. He makes sure the coast is clear and grabs a washcloth from the bathroom. Surprisingly, the house is silent, and he’s thankful that his family are heavy sleepers.

Once he’s back he gently cleans Sebastian off and then himself before changing back into his previous clothes. He doesn’t bother getting Seb dressed. Not when he looks as comfy as he does. Chris admires him for a moment and makes a decision. He’s a gentleman and always has been. His Mom raised him to be and he sure isn’t going to stop now.

He lifts the blankets and slides in next to Sebastian, holding him close to his chest. “You with me, sweetheart?”

“M’yeah,” Seb peeks up at him through his lashes. “M’here…just sleepy.”

Chris brushes the hair out of his eyes and kisses him gingerly. “I’m so proud of you, honey. You did so well.”

“Will you stay here with me?”

Chris smiles and pulls him closer. “Oh, baby, I’m not goin’ anywhere. Not when I’ve got the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my arms.”

If Sebastian wasn’t so tired he’d probably cry. Instead, he nuzzles into the blonde’s neck and closes his eyes. “Love you, Chris. Love you s’much.”

Chris swallows, happy tears gathering in his eyes, “I love you too, Sebastian. Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Moments later, he hears Seb’s breathing even out and he closes his own eyes, sleeping taking him shortly after.

Scott wakes up to Dodger whining outside his door. He sits up and stretches before getting up to open his door. “Okay, okay, I’m coming Buddy. Did Daddy not let you out?”

It’s still early, barely even seven in the morning, but Chris is usually the first one up. This is around the time he takes Dodger for a run and Scott wonders if he slept through his alarm. After he opens the back door for his four-legged nephew, he lightly knocks on Chris’s bedroom door. “Chris? Hey, man, you okay? I noticed you weren’t up y-” He opens it and frowns when he sees the bed empty. Then it dons on him, the talk he had with Sebastian yesterday when they were doing dishes.

As quietly as he can, he goes to the guest room and opens the door. Scott smirks and shakes his head at the sight before him. Chris is on his back, his left arm above his head while the right one is wrapped around Sebastian's bare back. They’re sound asleep, both snoring lightly as Seb lies on his chest. He knows he shouldn’t, but he takes his phone out and snaps a picture anyway. It’ll probably end up in the family photo album at some point.

Scott shuts the door just as Lisa and the girls come padding down the hallway. He holds up his finger to his lips to let them know to be quiet. “Shh, they’re sleeping.”

Lisa cocks her head to the side, “They? Who’s th-” She stops and then smiles, “oh…”

Shanna looks at Carly and holds out her hand. “You owe me fifty bucks!”

Scott turns his phone around to show them the picture, “I think we should let them sleep in and make them a photo album.” He follows his Mom and sisters into their living room and smiles to himself.

It took them longer than he expected to get together, and he’s happy to have given them the little nudge they needed. He’s never been happier for Chris. He’s happy that he’s finally found someone who completes him the way he deserves to be.

And he’s happy that it’s with Sebastian.

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h3k3t · 2 years ago

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The tale of the Sun and Chaos || Chapter O1

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜꜱʜᴀʙᴛɪ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʏʀᴀᴍɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢɪᴢᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋʟᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ. ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋʟᴇʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ; ((ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ & ᴍᴀʀᴄ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ)) ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴀɢꜱ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ "ᴍᴏᴏɴ ��ɴɪɢʜᴛ" ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ;; ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ;; ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ/ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ;; ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ-ᴛᴏ-ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇꜱ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɴ / ᴀ: ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀᴛꜰᴏʀᴍꜱ, ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ, ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ

Night had fallen over the ruins of the pyramid of Giza, or at least what was left of it. What exactly happened was still completely incomprehensible if not for those who experienced it firsthand and fought. They had been inauspicious days, strange days, with events that had not been seen for a long time. Starry skies that changed at the speed of light, pyramids reduced to rubble, souls that flew away from their bodies, to then end everything in a sudden silence, as quick as a slap that leaves you perplexed and astonished.

Silence had now fallen on the pyramid of Giza, a silence, that unlike that of the desert, emptied the lungs and filled them with heavy anguish and the smell of some rotten corpses left to rot in what remained of a room that perhaps was used for of councils or meetings. Who those people were is a mystery that will be buried in the sand, as well as the footprints of a thief, who silently crosses the rubble that obstructs the corridor leading to the ushabti. Their hands tremble as they grasp the stone objects with caution, their eyes look around, snapping like sentries, at the first noise nearby; it was not in the plans for anyone to cross the path of that stranger, nor was it in the plans for anyone to catch them red-handed. Time was short and this was still a hostile and dangerous land.

Just as the thief had arrived they disappeared, there were no sounds of footsteps echoing in the ruins, only a spiral of light that immediately closed, letting some sparks meet and the grains of sand, extinguishing after a while.

London - 02:20 am

Jake Lockley's eyes slowly opened, he focused on the surrounding place, finding himself between the sheets of the double bed where Steven Grant and Marc Spector slept, convinced that they now have a life free of any abnormality. The man heaved a long sigh, picked up a small alarm clock that was on the next bedside table and noticed that it had been two in the morning for a few minutes. Well, at least the two alters had slept for a full three hours, that was enough.

He immediately got out of bed and as usual washed and dressed, ready to start a new mission, another 'work shift', another night in the service of the god Konshu. If you wondered how much this lifestyle could weigh on Jake Lockley, the answer is 'nothing'. Nothing he did weighed on him, it didn't bother him to drive his limo or his cab to unknown destinations, it didn't bother him to track down those who according to Konshu's will were to be punished, nor did it bother him to kill them, slowly or quickly. For him that was right, this was what he was and what he always would be: a hitman, who in a rather twisted way took pleasure in imposing his own justice with violence. Jake Lockley was convinced that his perspective on life and cause and effect did not make him a monster, he was simply capable of going all the way, going through one cycle and starting another, to go where Steven Grant and Marc Spector had been unable to get.

The figure of the man approached his beloved limo, shiny under the pale eyes of the moon and the dim lights of the London streets. He slipped into the vehicle after opening the door to the driver's seat and lowering the window, he looked in his jacket pocket for the pack of his French cigarettes and a lighter. He raised one to his lips and after trying twice to trigger a flame from the lighter hole, he burned the end of the object, finally taking a long puff. His dark eyes, devoid of light or reflections, took a quick glance at the row of seats behind him, where Konshu used to sit. He didn't even need to turn his torso, he already knew that the cold caress of the unusual wind was the signal that that skeletal bird in a suit and tie had just appeared.

"Evenin’, Konshu" Jake said before a long cloud of whitish smoke came out of his nostrils, while with his gloved hand he chased the ash that had deposited at the end of the cigarette out of the window. His tone was impassive, almost sarcastic in feigning a minimum of feeling.

"There was a theft in the pyramid of Giza, Jake Lockley" Konshu had never been a type for so many ceremonies, he didn't go around things, he said them and wanted them to be done instantly.

"I didn't think you were such a nostalgic type" Jake commented taking another drag on his cigarette "Is that all? Should I go to Egypt to find out more?" Jake disliked long journeys, it compromised his secret life. In the shadow of Marc and Steven he lived, fought, and everything else and it was okay, even though he was often so close to being discovered. Jake was a territorial type and if there was one thing he wasn't willing to give up it was the sort of freedom he had gained now that the two had let their guard down, not now that he had tasted how sweet the feeling was of taking action and not being damned interrupted.

"You won't need to go far, Jake Lockley" Konshu replied crossing one leg "In fact the thief seems to be closer than we think" the man raised an eyebrow.

"Are they in London?" well, this was a fluke.

"I feel a strong energy, not of one, but more ushabti" replied the god. All of this was strangely easy.

"But you don't know who they are, nor would you be able to give me a precise point, uh?" Jake urged him with the cigarette between his thin lips.

"If I had been capable of such things, I certainly would not have needed you" to the ears of poor fools this might have seemed a flattery, to Jake's it was just a shrill and annoying bell that reminded him how much his presence was swinging between the being a useful avatar and not being one, so it was rare for him to fail.

"Okay, but it will take time. London is big” replied the man rolling his eyes to one side, before realizing that Konshu had already disappeared into thin air. He didn't need anything else, they both already knew what Jake had to do: the necessary and fast.

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London - 5:00 am

Dawn was now on the horizon and Jake had just closed his front door after crawling inside the dusty apartment he called home. His gloves were soaked in blood, as were his shoes. A Spanish curse escaped from his mouth tightened by the teeth and framed by a tense jaw, he should have cleaned them as soon as he woke up, he hated walking around in dirty clothes... The man walked over to the old wooden wardrobe next to the bed, and after undressing and putting on his pajamas he crouched down to the cabinet, slipping a calloused hand under it. His thick fingers moved a rather damaged wooden plank and pulled out a box that was not too bulky and after putting his clothes into it he placed it where he had previously hidden it.

It was all there, in that niche under a wardrobe, his existence was small to fit into a crack between wooden boards, in a box, yet it was the bearer of an immense chaos, which in the naivety of the two alters formed a paradoxically perfect balance.

Jake looked at himself for the last time in the mirror, he hadn't gotten much that night, he had stalked some people who could know something about the black market of archaeological finds, auctions and much more, but not even well-placed punches and some threats have helped any advantage. He was back to square one, thought the man lying on the bed, and time was short. He closed his eyes with a slow sigh, as if it were his last breath before he died and then an idea flashed through his mind, before Steven could open his sleepy eyes again.

London - 5:10 pm

“Thank you and have a good evening” Noah Amon greeted with a smile on her lips a young father and his adorable daughter, who had just bought a plush of the goddess Taweret at the gift shop. The girl waited for the two visitors to exit to be able to breathe a long tired sigh. Even today the umpteenth day of work was coming to an end at the British Museum in London, even if in some corner there were still some tourists who dragged along enchanted by some relics from ancient Egypt. How to blame them, the girl thought as she stared blankly at her cell phone screen; No notification of missed messages or calls.

"Hey, hard day?" JB asked approaching the counter of the shop, then observing Noah with a cracked smile.

"As usual, is there any news from the world of otters?" she asked with a small, amused smile, honestly if Noah had known that she would have had a bigger salary sitting in an armchair all day and watching otters videos, she would surely have thought twice before accepting the job as a saleswoman at the museum. Her colleague smiled almost spontaneously before showing her a video of a rather chubby otter breaking ice cubes. The two laughed lightly for a few minutes looking at his phone screen, before Noah shook her head, she couldn't understand if JB's presence make her happy or not, surely since Steven had disappeared into thin air at least her days were not flat and totally unsatisfying.

"So," the boy put his cell phone in his pocket before giving her a mixed look of sleepy and friendly "Some colleagues were organizing a night at the pub tonight, would you like to join us? I can accompany you if you don't have a car"

Noah was undecided, there was something strange about JB. In the end he wasn't a bad boy, no, in his own way he kept her company, he was nice with her, and every time he took care to involve Noah in some way. Surely it had been a couple of weeks now that the boy had approached her and if they started dating, it wouldn't even mind Noah; Why not, after all? What was wrong with that? Nothing, it’s just...the girl was convinced that it was not the right time, her head was still overcrowded with too many things, things that unfortunately JB would not have been able to understand. She was about to respond when, paradoxically, Donna saved them from a potentially sad ending.

"Hey Amon, the new exhibition is in a week, do you know what that means? New inventory” The woman noisily placed a few boxes on the counter, under the gaze of JB and Noah, who simultaneously pressed their lips together in an awkward thin line. The girl turned to him and with a hint of a sorry smile she said:

“Unfortunately I still have a lot to do tonight, JB. You know, after all, that's why I earned a degree in History of Anthropology and Religions and one in History of Art, right?" Noah commented with a point of sarcasm as she opened one of the packages, pulling out an item "To sell Horus plush in a gift shop" she let out a self-deprecating chuckle, while JB pursed his lips in an annoyed grimace.

"I keep saying you're wasted in this bloody gift shop" he said, shaking his head in regret.

"I know, but apparently Dylan is doing just fine on her own...Donna says" she replied shrugging.

"If only that idiot Scottie hadn't been fired—"

"Steven, his name is Steven, JB" Noah corrected him as she put the plushies in their place "And anyway he would have been better than me as a tour guide" the young man shook his head unconvinced.

"Too bad he was crazy as a bloody mad horse" he replied putting his hands in his pockets. Noah would have liked to reiterate that most of Steven's psychological imbalance had most likely worsened in recent times due to the bad working climate, but in the absence of evidence and unwilling to argue with the one person who tolerated it inside, she decided to keep quiet.

"Whatever, bruv" she replied vaguely.

"Hey listen, I too try to tell the boss, I just wish well..." JB tilted his head to one side smiling gently at her, then put his hands on his hips "You're a good girl, you know, and you deserve to be happy"

"Thanks bruv. That's kind of you" Noah returned the smile, while he gave her a friendly wink.

"I'm going, my friends are waiting for me, but hey—" the boy pointed at her as he backed away "You owe me a beer, mh?"

"Count on it" she replied with a gentle smile greeting him, even though she wasn't really convinced of that.

Noah rolled up the sleeves of her cream colored vintage shirt, trying to muster courage and strength for what awaited her tonight, well... those damn stuffed animals didn't fix themselves, earlier she started and sooner she finished, she kept repeating in the her mind. Donna's voice boomed from loudspeakers throughout the museum, warning that the British Museum would close to the public in a few minutes, the last of the tourists strode towards the exit, footsteps echoing off that polished marble floor and Noah, completely distracted by the world around her, she tied her hair back in a low ponytail so some strands didn't get in her face as she lifted boxes, set items down, and made a list of the day's prices and receipts.

Someone approached to her, their step was calm not entirely affected, the girl naively thought that it was JB again, maybe he had come back to say something:

"Hey JB, did you forget something?" she asked looking up, before meeting that of the last person she would have ever imagined she could cross the threshold of that place again "S-Steven...?"

#Moon knight #Jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #fanfic #imagine #scenario #mcu #marvel #chapter 1 #konshu #layla el-faouly #The tale of the Sun and Chaos #heket works

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mslaevateinn · 2 years ago

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My, my... if this isn’t prince Odinson

Moodboard created for the prompt ‘Story’ for day 17 for @pridewrite

and the square O1 ‘Chained to the wall’ for the @thundershieldbingo

Title: My my, if this isn’t Prince Odinson Rating: T Relationships: Steve/Bucky, Thor/Steve/Bucky (pre) Tags: AU: No powers, moodboard, pirates AU Summary: You want to know how I met Bucky and Steve? Well, let me tell you my story. Word Count: N/A (moodboard)

You want to know how I met Bucky and Steve? Well, let me tell you my story.

This all started when I was traveling back to my father’s land, across waters reputed for being infested by bandits… We had not thought there was any real danger, but alas, we were wrong.

One day me and my crew were talking about projects to carry on as soon as we arrived back home, the next I was chained up to the wall of some pirate ship. Now, it didn’t smell or look like pirate ships are rumored to. I could almost say it was decent. They even gave me some food. But nobody talked to me -even though this was a crew that called itself the Howlers; but I learned that later. No, nobody talked to me, not until the Captain and his right hand came, looking very pleased;

Captain Buchanan Barnes and his companion Steven Rogers.

My, my... if this isn’t prince Odinson.

#Stucky #Thundershield bingo #pridewrite 2022 #Thundershield #Bucky x Thor #Steve x Bucky x Thor #Pirates AU #Moodboard #Laevateinn #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barne #Thor #Pirates

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stuckybingo · 3 years ago

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Stucky Bingo Round-Up #7 (October 17th - 23rd)

Don't forget to fill out the submission form to be a part of the round-ups and to get your bingo badges!

Not If You Were the Last Necromancer in Space by dreamsinthewitchouse Square filled: G1 - Teamwork Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, mentions of necromancy, mentions of a dead body, insults Major tags: Enemies to Lovers, Idiots in Love, necromancer!Bucky, swordsman!Steve Summary: A crotchety necromancer and his sassy swordsman are trying not to make out in a post-apocalyptic world, or: these same damn idiots in love. That’s it, that’s the ficlet. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Stucky Halloween by cutecumber-flower Square filled: N2 - AU Canon divergence Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Fluff, halloween Summary: Stucky Halloween Format: Art

What Once Was Mine (A New and Improved Guide to Project Rebirth by Steven G. Rogers) by dontcallmebree Square filled: O1 - Childhood Friends Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Amnesiac Steve Rogers, Recovered Bucky Barnes, Canon Divergence - The Avengers, Exes to Friends to Lovers Summary: They tell him he was a soldier, a leader—a hero. He doesn’t know if he believes them. (Fresh out of the ice with no recollection of his past, Steve Rogers strikes out on his own and tries to cobble together a life worthy of the clean slate he’s been given. Bit by bit Steve finds pieces of his past in 21st Century Brooklyn, all the while building a future that if he’s lucky might just include one Bucky Barnes.) Format: Multichpatered fic

Some random lazy morning by otp-holic Square filled: B3 - Writing format: Drabble Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, bobcat Major tags: Drabble, fluff, establish relationship Summary: Steve slowly wakes up Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

salt and brine - chapter 1 by gutsforgarters Square filled: N3 - Free Square Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Ableism Major tags: Pre-Captain America: The First Avenger, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Dark Fantasy, Merperson Bucky Barnes Summary: Steve nearly drowns off the coast of Coney Island, pulled toward the storm-tossed Atlantic by an unseen force. Two weeks later, a handsome but enigmatic stranger moves into the vacant house next door. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Your Hands Are Mine To Hold by call-me-kayyyyy Square filled: B5 - AU Dystopia Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: Major character death, Graphic depictions of violence, undead boyfriends, unhealthy hand holding, fist full of steve rogers, domestic zombies Major tags: Major Character death (or undead), gore, graphic body horror Summary: Zemo release a chemical meant to kill super soldiers... it kinda worked. True love is dead, very dead. Format: Art

Bittersweet by PoliZ Square filled: B5 - Writing Format: Epistolary Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Epistolary, Angst-ish, Post Endgame, Bucky POV, platonic or romantic (Reader's Choice) Summary: Bucky writes a letter to Steve after their last goodbye. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Extreme Yoga Challenge by Call-Me-Kayyyyy Square filled: N1 - AU: Youtuber Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, established relationship, humor, yoga Major tags: embarrassing steve rogers till he turns pink Summary: Bucky and Steve try the EXTREME Yoga Challenge! Format: Art

Reunited With Sugar by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Square filled: G2 - Reunion Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alternate Universe, Shrinkyclinks, Cowboy Bucky Barnes, Reunion, Meeting the Parents Summary: When Bucky arrives in New York, Steve shows his boyfriend the town, introduces him to his ma, and gives him exactly what he wants. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

A bigger punk by otp-holic Square filled: B4 - Punk Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, bobcat Major tags: 40s Stucky, manip, edit, headcanon Summary: They are just inventing ways not to hold hands before everyone at camp Format: Manip + headcanon

The One Thing You Leave Behind by HaniTrash Square filled: B3 - Separation Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: Major character death, Suicide, Hanahaki Disease, No Happy Ending Major tags: Everything hurts and nothing gets better, Endgame but then make it worse Summary: Steve comes back from returning the stones to a terrible surprise. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 3 #round up 7 #remember to fill out the submission form #weekly roundup

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vulcanscully · 4 years ago

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“you’re my mariah carey” :: a david/patrick fanmix

schitt's creek is over but my feelings aren't. here's the evolution of d & p's relationship through songs you know and songs you don't, folk/indie (because patrick), pop (because david), and some obligatory fire metaphors. also people from broadway because of who i am as a person.

listen here

track breakdown below the cut!

o1. someone to you // BANNERS :: "he’s a business major who wears straight-leg, mid-range denim. he’s not into me.”

o2. softly // clairo :: (except patrick is more into david than he’s ever been into anyone else.)

o3. mystery of love // sufjan stevens :: a first date and a first kiss.

o4. fired up // grace carter :: david, slowly learning to trust.

o5. i’ll get the coffee // kathryn gallagher :: new-relationship bliss.

o6. simply the best (cover) // noah reid :: open mic night.

o7. safe (acoustic) // shook twins :: “you stood in front of me and told me to trust people ... when i was perfectly fine not trusting people. not trusting people is what i’m used to.” (or, “the barbecue.”)

o8. you & me // james tw :: “you make me feel right, david.”

o9. the best // tina turner :: an olive branch.

1o. like mariah // fifth harmony feat. tyga :: patrick says “i love you.” he also says "you’re my mariah carey,” which david physically and emotionally cannot handle. pop music ensues.

11. finally (beautiful stranger) // halsey :: “i’ve been burned so many times i’m basically the human equivalent of the inside of a roasted marshmallow. but ... sometimes it does work out ... when you’ve got it, don’t let it go.” (or, david says “i love you’ back.)

12. bonfire heart // james blunt :: they’re not boring. they just don’t need anything else when they have each other.

13. adore you // harry styles :: “i couldn’t do it ... david, i love you, and i appreciate what you were trying to do for me, but i don’t feel the need to meet up with other guys right now.”

14. all my days // alexi murdoch :: patrick’s parents come to town. patrick reflects on just how transformative his relationship with david has been.

15. map of your soul // desi oakley :: “you made everything okay.” (or, patrick in the exact moment he realizes he’s going to ask david to marry him.)

16. fred astaire // jukebox the ghost :: general season 5 wholesomeness. season 5 is a good look for these two. i mean, look at “the mvp” alone. also, patrick can’t dance.

17. i choose you // sara bareilles :: a hike and a proposal.

18. ease my mind // ben platt :: the incident, aka the one where david’s anxiety is at an all-time high and patrick still makes him feel safe and loved.

19. home // phillip phillips :: “i’m gonna make you so happy here.” “you fucking better.”

20. precious love // james morrison :: the wedding, featuring a song that carries multiple layers of significance for one david rose.

21. always be my baby (cover) // tim halperin :: vows.

22. lover // taylor swift :: david and patrick in their new little cottage, married, running their business together in the town where they fell in love. this is the ever after.

#schitt's creek #david x patrick #otp: simply the best #fanmix

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ruquas · 3 months ago

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Wake-Up Call - Moon Knight

Title: Wake-Up Call Author: Ruquas Card #: MRP-104 Square Filled: O1 Pairing: Steven Grant / Marc Spector Rating: E Warnings: None apply Summary: Marc wakes up way too warm and can't figure out why. Word Count: 793

AO3 can be found here

#marc spector #steven grant #moonmoon #marc/steven #moon knight #fanfiction #writing #mrp2024 #marvel rare pair bingo

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ladiesofmarvelbingo · 5 years ago

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Week 29 of round ups!

Title: Pizza for Valentine’s Day Content Creator: remreader Square Filled: M4 - Family Dinner (Chapter 3); M2 - Cabin in the Woods (Chapter 5) Word Count: 2,310 Rating: General Pairing(s): Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Major Tags: Fluff, Valentine’s Day, 5+1 Things, Jewish!Tony Stark Summary: Five times Tony and Pepper had pizza for Valentine's Day + one time they didn't.

A series of short ficlets and drabbles of Tony & Pepper celebrating Valentine's Day - together and apart - from several years before the events of Iron Man 1 through 2020. Link: AO3

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Title: Morgan’s Valentines Content Creator: rebelmeg Square Filled: E3 - Morgan Stark Word Count: 2,100 Rating: General Pairing(s): Pepper Potts/Tony Stark (though not the main focus) Major Tags: Morgan Stark-centric (MCU), Valentine’s Day Summary: Morgan makes a valentine for all the people, creatures, bots, and AI's in her life. Link: AO3

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Title: Start Over Content Creator: AvengersCompound (emilyevanston) Square Filled: M4 - Temporary Death/Presumed Dead Word Count: 2,564 Rating: Mature Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff/Reader Major Tags: Femslash, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Fix-It, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Past Violence Summary: As you try and pick up the pieces of your life after the blip and the death of your girlfriend you discover things aren’t as they seem. Link: AO3

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Title: Desperate Times Content Creator: Caiti (Caitriona_3) Square Filled: O1 - AU: Flower Shop Word Count: 1,340 Rating: Teen+ Pairing(s): Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Major Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - The Purge Fusion Summary: In times like these, it never hurts to have an unexpected hero. Link: AO3

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Title: By Any Other Name Content Creator: periwinklepromise Square Filled: W3 - Falling in Love Word Count: 490 Rating: Teen+ Pairing(s): Ororo Munroe/Susan Storm Major Tags: Femslash, Love at First Sight, Getting Together, Misunderstandings Summary: Ororo misunderstands Sue's abilities based on her last name Link: AO3

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Title: Interlude Content Creator: sarahbeniel Square Filled: L1 - Skinny Dipping; D4 - Romantic Gestures Word Count: 5,090 (WIP) Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Darcy Lewis Major Tags: Crack Crossover, Established Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Bucky and Darcy are having trouble communicating. When Bucky suggests they take a break, she assumes it's over. But sometimes a break is just what doctor ordered... Link: AO3

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Title: i crave your mouth, your voice, your hair Content Creator: deathsweetqueen Square Filled: N2 - Lace Word Count: 12,284 (WIP) Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Pepper Potts/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Major Tags: Soulmates, Alternate Universe- Soulmates, Indian!Tony Stark, Hindu Tony Stark, Howard Stark’s A+ Parenting, Pepper Potts’s Mother’s A+ Parenting, Self-Esteem Issues, Grief/Mourning, Friends to Lovers, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Summary: Virginia Potts meets Tony Stark three years after she starts working in the accounting department of Stark Industries. She’s had the name of two soulmates written on her wrists since she was eleven years old. One says Anthony Edward Stark and the other says, Steven Grant Rogers.

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Title: It Wasn’t Personal Content Creator: startrekkingaroundasgard Square Filled: A2 - Natasha Romanoff/Tony Stark Word Count: 2,300 Rating: Not Rated Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff/Tony Stark Major Tags: Mild Sexual Situations, Alcohol, Angsty Ending Summary: It was only meant to be something casual. Stress relief. A bit of fun. As the years pass, though, this thing between Natasha and Tony turns into something more complicated, real and tangible until they reach breaking point. Set from Iron Man 2 through to Civil War. Link: Tumblr

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#round ups

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seriouslyfunnysketcher · 5 years ago

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More of @flatsoda.jpeg 's spinel oc cause she's hilarious. "She hates Steven but she likes Connie" "What would she do about Stevonnie then" "Idk die?" . . . #stevenuniverse #stevenuniversefuture #stevenuniversethemovie #stevonnie #fusion #stevenuniversefusion #spineloc #poof #poofedgems #digitaldoodle #artistsofinstagram #flatsoda #shessoconfused https://www.instagram.com/p/B6W-O1-DPlL/?igshid=1r8hefn9z94xo

#stevenuniverse #stevenuniversefuture #stevenuniversethemovie #stevonnie #fusion #stevenuniversefusion #spineloc #poof #poofedgems #digitaldoodle #artistsofinstagram #flatsoda #shessoconfused

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tisfan · 7 years ago

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MCU Kink Bingo MasterPost

@mcukinkbingo

Square - Prompt - (pairing or kink) - Title - link | link

B1 - Clint Barton x Scott Lang - blow jobs - Consequences Considered - Tumblr | A03

B2 - Medical Kink - Brock Rumlow x Bucky Barnes - Quid Pro Quo - Tumblr | A03

B3 - Gamora x Peter Quill - enforced silence - That Unspoken Thing (Remains Unspoken) - Tumblr | A03

B4 - Bruce Banner x Clint Barton - playlist, cover, and 12 songs - The Monster and the Man - Tumblr

B5 - Intercrural Sex - Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes, D/s AU dynamics, semi public sex - If You’re Everything You Say You Are (Will You Come Close and Hold My Heart) - Tumblr | A03

I1 - Foot Worship - Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes - No Shoes, No Shirt (Still Get Service) - Tumblr | A03

I2 - Feminization - Tony Stark x Loki - Balancing Acts (Bad Bitch Remix) - Tumblr | A03

I3 - Corsetry - Daisy Johnson x Robbie Reyes - Shut Up and Drive - Tumblr | A03

I4 - Roleplaying: Master/Servant - Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes - Keeping Dinner Warm - Tumblr | A03

I5 - Scratching - Sam Wilson x T’challa - For King and Country - Tumblr | A03

N1 - Melinda May x Natasha Romanov - Mummification - Under Wraps - Tumblr | A03

N2 - Teasing - Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes - Under Cover - Tumblr | A03

N3 - Free Square - Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes, tentacle sex - Joy Ride - Tumblr | A03

N4 - Bruce Banner x Pepper Potts x Tony Stark - threesome - Reaching out (Rescue Me) - Tumblr | A03

N5 - Phil Coulson x Daisy Johnson - objectification, boy watching - The Gauntlet - Tumblr | A03

G1 - Steve Rogers x Thor - A FeltAvenger Comic - flowers, misunderstandings - Tumblr

G2 - Bruce Banner x Steve Rogers - shower sex, consent, frottage - Shoulda, Coulda, Did - Tumblr | A03

G3 - Agents of SHIELD Cuddle Pile - Daisy Johnson x Robbie Reyes, car sex - Take Me, Quake Me - Tumblr | A03

G4 - Sex Toy: Paddles - Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes - Love and Fire - Tumblr | A03

G5 - Vibrators - Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff - Her Good Boy, Steven - Tumblr | A03

O1 - Tribadism - Angie Martinelli x Peggy Carter - Apple, Peaches, Pumpkin Pie - Tumblr | A03

O2 - Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov x Phil Coulson - threesome - A Bird in Each Hand - Tumblr | A03

O3 - Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark - ABO Dynamics, sex worker!Tony, Tria Eros - Tumblr | A03

O4 - Shotgunning - Brock Rumlow x Bucky Barnes - Ex Nibilo Fihil Fit - Tumblr | A03

O5 - Maria Hill x Steve Rogers - semi-public sex, oral sex - Maria Hill’s Late Lunch - Tumblr | A03

#mcukinkbingo #master post #blackout square

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wybie-lune · 7 years ago

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who are yout top 10 shows both animated and live action?

Ohhhhhh, tough question, in no particular order, Steven Universe, Game of Thrones, Once Upon a Time, Dexter, Cardcaptor Sakura, One Punch Man, The Big Bang Theory, Digimon Adventure O1, DeathNote, and Hellsing Ultimate. There are probably loads more I'm forgetting, but that's the top 10 off of the top of my head. Thanks for asking! And Happy New year :)

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cryptkidexe-arts · 7 years ago

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O1 Lars please?

What a cute sleepy boi!

Also trans Lars still going strong for me, idk about any one else.

Shirt idea from here!

I am so glad I finally got to draw pink Lars like ever since the Steven bomb I was itching for it! Hope you like it Nonny!

#✏️my art✏️#lars barriga #lars #su lars #pink lars #steven universe #steven bomb #fanart #su fanart #steven universe fanart #drawing prompt #meme #sleepy meme #trans characters #trans pride #pride month

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spy-in-the-house · 6 years ago

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ROLAND CASPER

Brief bio of a DJ: In 1988 Roland Casper begun his career as a DJ together with his longtime partner Claus Bachor back then at the innovative and today legendary Rave Club in Cologne. 2 years later, in 1990, the Space Club openened his doors in Cologne, with Casper as resident DJ. In 1992 Casper moved to the Warehouse in Cologne, where he played as a resident DJ alongside the most prominent DJs of the scene and also started to develope an international reputation. During this year, he also took off initial work on his own projects, releasing his first 12" single "Feel The Speed" under the alias Exeter and building his own studio where he recorded "The Warehouse" EP, first to be released under his real name. In the following he also released succesfully under his aliases Dan Eben, Integrated Circuits and Trollin Dwarf. In addition to all of this, he co-hosted the Psycho Thrill venue night together with its founder Claus Bachor at the Ballhaus in Bonn. In 1994, The Warehouse got closed, but Psycho Thrill Cologne developed a huge cult following and an unparalleled reputation either. In 1996, Casper started his own label, Essence, in cooperation with Roadrunner. Besides his own releases, the label has been primarily set up as a forum for newcomers from the german Techno and Acid underground. In the course of the first year, thirteen 12" singles and the highly recommended Psycho Thrill compilation were released to great critical acclaim. Today Casper is still continuing his DJ work worldwide.

without the past … there’s no phuture … these alltime top50-faves in no particular order

01 01 ADONIS feat. GARY B.: No Way Back _ Vocal Mix [ Trax 112 US 12” | 1986 ] 02 ALEXANDER ROBOTNICK: Problèmes D´amour [ Fuzz Dance ‎ZZ 20-003 ITA 12" | 1983 ] 03 ARMANDO [A.GALLOP]: Land Of Confusion [ Westbrook Records ‎AG-WB-004 US 12" | 1987 ] 04 B.W.H. [STEFANO & ELENA ZITO]: Stop [ B-side from "Livin' Up / Stop" House Of Music HM-1001 ITA 12" | 1983 ] 05 BIG TONY [ANTHONY BAMBURY]: Ecstacy [ S.T.D. Records ‎STD-1207 BEL 12" | 1985 ] 06 CAROL KENYON: Dance With Me [ A-side from A&M Records AMX-189 UK 12" | 1984 ] 07 CELLOPHANE [ALESSANDRO NOVAGA & GIORGIO PAGANINI]: Gimme Love _ Italian Version [ B-side from S.P.Q.R. ‎SPQR-11118 ITA 12" | 1983 ] 08 MIRAGE feat. CHIP E [IRWIN LARRY EBERHART II]: Time To Jack [ A2-track from "Jack Trax" House Records CHP-001 US 12" | 1985 ] 09 CLUB SHOTT [P.KLEIN & A.MAHARAJH]: Clubb Rhythm [ B-side from "Maniac ~ Steppin'Out (Medley)" Channel Records Channel-12-14 BEL 12" | 1985 ] 10 CYBOTRON [JUAN ATKINS]: Clear [ A-side from Fantasy D 216 US 12" | 1983 ] 11 DBX [DANIEL BELL]: Losing Control [ A1-track from "Losing Control" Accelerate ‎ACC-102 US 12" | 1994 ] 12 DIVINE [HARRIS GLENN MILSTEAD]: Native Love Step By Step [ "O" Records OR-717 US 12" | 1982 ] 13 DOCTOR´S CAT [ALDO MARTINELLI, FABRIZIO GATTO, SIMONA ZANINI]: Watch Out! _ Instrumental [ B-side from Il Discotto Productions ‎ART-1028 ITA 12" | 1983 ] 14 FARLEY JACKMASTER FUNK [F.KEITH WILLIAMS]: Farley Knows House [ B2-track from "Funkin With The Drums Again" Trax Records TX-106 US 12" | 1985 ] 15 FATBACK [THE FATBACK BAND]: Lover Undercover [ Cotillion ‎DMD-841 US 12" | 1985 ] 16 GARY´S GANG [GARY R. TURNIER ... and his Gang]: Makin' Music _ Dub Mix [ B-side from Radar Records RDR-12005 US 12" | 1983 ] 17 GINO SOCCIO: Dancer [ A-side from Warner Bros. Records ‎RCSD-8788 US 12" | 1979 ] 18 GRACE JONES: Slave To The Rhythm (Blooded) [ A-side from Manhattan Records 20 0890-6 US 12" | 1985 ] 19 GRANDMASTER FLASH & THE FURIOUS FIVE feat. MELLE MEL & DUKE BOOTEE: The Message [ Sugar Hill Records SH-584 US 12" | 1982 ] 20 HEX COMPLEXX [RALPHI ROSARIO]: I Want You [ Sunset Records Inc. SUN-2783 US 12" | 1987 ] 21 HUMANOID [BRIAN DOUGANS]: Stakker Humanoid [ Westside Records WSRT-012 UK 12" | 1988 ] 22 JAY NOVELLE [HERLEY JOHNSON JR.]: If This Ain't Love _ Dub Mix [ B-side from Emergency Records EMDS-6544 US 12" | 1984 ] 23 JEFF MILLS: The Other Day EP [ Axis AX-015 US 12" | 1996 ] 24 JOE YELLOW [Domenico Ricchini]: Lover To Lover (Again) _ IN-Version [ B-side from Hole Records ‎OLE-20101 ITA 12" | 1983 ] 25 KANO [GLENN EDRITCH WHITE]: I´m Ready l Holly Dolly [ Emergency EMDS-6504 US 12" | 1980 ] 26 KATHY WILSON/KWILS: After The Fall [ BMO Records 4W9 04195 US 12" | 1983 ] 27 KRAFTWERK: Numbers | Computer Love [ A-side from "Numbers" Warner Bros. 937 US Promo-12" | 1981 ] 28 LOS ANGELES T.F. [FRANCO ZASA & TONY TRAVAGLIANTE]: Magical Body [ Il Discotto Productions ‎ART-1011 ITA 12" | 1983 ] 29 MASSIMO BARSOTTI D.J.: W.L.L. _ Another Version [ B-side from "Whole Lotta Love" Fuzz Dance ZZ 20-005 ITA 12" | 1983 ] 30 NANCY MARTINEZ: Take It Slowly [ Matra 12MA-032 CAN 12" | 1983 ] 31 NV: It's Alright _ Shep Pettibone's Extended Version [ Sire 0-20133 / Warner Bros. US 12" | 1983 ] 32 PARLIAMENT [GEORGE CLINTON and his band]: (Not Just) Knee Deep I [ A-side from "(Not Just) Knee Deep" Warner Bros. 829 US Promo-12" | 1979 ] 33 PHUTURE [DJ PIERRE, EARL 'SPANKY' SMITH, HERBERT 'HERB J' JACKSON]: We Are Phuture [ A-Side from "We Are Phuture" Trax 165 US 12” | 1988 ] 34 PLANETARY ASSAULT SYSTEMS [LUKE SLATER]: Booster [ A-side from "Planetary Funk Vol. 4" Peacefrog Records PF-029 UK 12" | 1994 ] 35 QUINCY [RAY 'FLASHLIGHT' & FONNY D.]: Walking Alone (The Real One Came) _ Boys Version [ B-side from Infinity Records INF-12502 BEL 12" | 1986 ] 36 REESE & SANTONIO [KEVIN SAUNDERSON & SANTONIO ECHOLS]: Force Field [ B1-track from "Bounce Your Body To The Box" KMS 012 US 12" | 1988 ] 37 RHYTHIM IS RHYTHIM [DERRICK MAY & THOMAS BARNETT]: Nude Photo [ A-side from Transmat MS-002 US 12" | 1987 ] 38 RON TRENT: Altered States _ Original Full Length Mix [ B-side from "The Afterlife" Warehouse Records WR-005 US 12" | 1990 ] 39 SCOTCH [SCOTCH DISCO BAND]: Penguins Invasion _ Hot Version [ B-side American Disco ‎AMD-001 ITA 12" | 1983 ] 40 SLAVE [STEVE WASHINGTON and band]: Watching You [ Cotillon DMD 254 US Promo-12" | 1980 ] 41 SLEEZY D. [MARSHALL JEFFERSON]: I’ve Lost Control [ Trax Records ‎TX-113 US 12" | 1986 ] 42 STEVE `SILK´ HURLEY [STEVEN W.HURLEY]: Jack Your Body [ A-side from Underground 101 / DJ International US 12" | 1986 ] 43 SYLVESTER [SYLVESTER JAMES JR.]: Can't Stop Dancing [ A-side from "Can't Stop Dancing/In My Fantasy" Fantasy ‎D-149 US 12" | 1979 ] 44 THE KLF [BILL DRUMMOND & JIMMY CAUTY]: What Time Is Love? [ A-side from "What Time Is Love? (Pure Trance 1)" KLF Communications ‎KLF-004T (Pure Trance Series 1) UK 12" | 1988 ] 45 THE KOSMIK KOMMANDO [MIKE DRED aka MICHAEL CULLEN]: Tardis [ A1(O1)-track "Universal Indicator Yellow" Rephlex MC-202 UK 12" | 1993 ] 46 URBANIAX [MICHAEL URBANIAK]: Love Don't Grow On Trees [ Personal Records P-49821 US 12" | 1985 ] 47 VERA [PATRICIA MASI]: Ready For Love [ Polydor ‎817 633-1 NL 12" | 1984 ] 48 VOODOO CHILD [MOBY / RICHARD MELVILLE HALL]: Horses [ B-side from "Demons / Horses" NovaMute 12 NoMu-032 UK 12" | 1994 ] 49 YELLO MACIC ORCHESTRA [HARUOMI HOSONO, YUKIHIRO TAKAHASHI, RYUICHI SAKAMOTO]: Computer Game (Theme From The Circus) _ Edited Version [ Horizon & Tapes 12702 US 12" | 1979 ] 50 YELLO [BORIS BLANK, CARLOS PERON, DIETER MEIER]: Vicious Games [ A-side from Elektra EKR-1-T UK 12" | 1985 ] #pics by Claudio Kalex & Psycho Thrill Cologne #bookmarks: WIKIPEDIA ll FACEBOOK ll DISCOGS ll DAN EBEN ll TROLLIN DWARF INTEGRATED CIRCUITS ll SOUNDCLOUD ll ESSENCE ll LAST.FM RA ll YOUTUBE ll BNKR S.I.CGN ll PSYCHO THRILL

#rolandcasper #psychothrillcologne #bnkr #somewhereincologne #essence #trollindwarf #integratedcircuits #daneben #labworks #frisebeetracks #magneticnoth #soundsus #communiqueus

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