#steveng-rogers

[fandomfluffandfuck]

So glad you’re not censored anymore

Me too!

[chaotictarlos]

Deco my tree!

thank you to @first-kanaphan @liminalmemories21 and @sharpayandryan for the tags! (I'm sorry if I missed anyone, my notifications have been spotty)

This idea is SO CUTE!

NPT: @steveng-rogers @thebumblecee @mooshkat @paperstorm @cowlos-reyes @detective-giggles @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @kiloskywalker @catanisspicy @tarlosmalec @tailoredshirt @sanjuwrites @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet EVERYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO DO THIS CUTE THING

[tavners]

@steveng-rogers 🤭

https://creanavt.tumblr.com/archive

[truckloadoffrogs]

SamBucky runaway groom? 👀Bucky is the groom and he doesn’t want to get married with whoever it is and Sam pulls up to take him away and they ride off into the sunset together

Ooh cute! I like it. I hope I did it justice!

(tw: cheating)

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Bucky watched the low light of the bar glance off his half-empty beer bottle as he twisted it in his hand. What the fuck was he doing here? He was supposed to get married to Brock tomorrow, to the love of his life, and here he was, sitting by himself at a sticky, dark bar, regretting every decision he ever made.

He brought the bottle back up to his lips and took a long sip. Maybe if he was plastered it would be easier to go to sleep knowing that this time tomorrow he would be married.

He was sure Steve was looking for him. Steve took his best-man duties very seriously, especially considering he hated Brock. With a passion.

The first time Steve met Brock, Bucky had been dating him for almost three months. Brock was hurt Bucky waited that long to introduce him, and told him that often, but Bucky honestly was worried about Steve’s reaction. That should have been his first clue.

Brock was just a bit— what’s the word? Crass. He wasn’t outright rude or anything, but he would just say things that would have made Bucky’s Ma give him a sharp look, then ask what he said his parents did, dear?

Needless to say, Brock and Steve very much did not hit it off. Dinner was very awkward, Steve glaring daggers at Brock and Brock glaring daggers at Steve and Bucky trying in vain to lighten the mood. This happened any time the three of them got together, and eventually Bucky gave up, and decided to have two separate lives: one with Steve and one with Brock.

For the next year, Bucky tried to rationalize his relationship with Brock. Brock was just honest, he didn’t have much of a filter but he wasn’t a bad guy, he obviously loved Bucky very much, et cetera, et cetera.

When Brock proposed, Bucky said yes because he thought he had to. He had never been in love before he met Brock, and this is what love felt like, right? If you love someone you have to lock them down, right?

But now here he was, the night before his wedding, alone and depressed.

Someone next to him ordered a beer. Looking over was automatic, and it was no sooner than had he turned his head that Bucky saw possibly the most attractive man he had ever seen in his life.

A grin was parting his lips, showing a charming gap between his two front teeth, and his mouth was framed by a neat goatee. His cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass, his eyes were dancing with mirth at something someone on the other side of the room said as he looked over his shoulder, and oh my god he was big enough to hold Bucky down while he slowly pushed into him--

Bucky cleared his throat as he turned back to face the bar. What the hell was he thinking? He couldn't thirst over some stranger the night before his fucking wedding! Bucky groaned and dropped his head to the sticky bar top. He grimaced in distaste, but didn't have the energy to lift his head back up again.

"Hey man, you good?" The man next to him asked.

Bucky rolled his forehead around until he was looking at the man. The man's beautiful eyebrows were furrowed in concern, and his beautiful lips were in a gentle smile, and his big, beautiful body was turned towards him so Bucky could see his beautiful chest straining the turtleneck he was wearing... God. Maybe Bucky was already plastered.

He remembered that the man had asked him a question, so he nodded, blinked slowly, and rolled his head back so he was looking at the bar-top again instead of this Adonis.

"Yup. I'm fantastic," Bucky mumbled, "Absolutely fantastic."

"What's that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of your very obvious misery seeping out of you."

Despite himself, Bucky chuckled. He lifted his head and rubbed at his forehead, trying and failing to get whatever was making the bar sticky off of his skin.

"Yeah, I'm good," he repeated. Holding out his right hand, he introduced himself, "Bucky."

"Sam," the man-- Sam-- said as he shook hands with him. "What kinda name is 'Bucky'?"

Bucky laughs and shakes his head self-deprecatingly. "My real name is James, but there were, like, four other James's in my grade in elementary school so I went by my middle name, Buchanan."

"No fucking way you're named after a president!"

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Bucky giggled (giggled?? who was he? a middle school girl?), "And anyway, isn't it worse to immediately know that I have the same name as a president? Nerd."

Sam let out a bright bark of laughter, and shoved Bucky's shoulder. "Man, shut up."

Sam's fingers caressed Bucky's arm as his hand dropped, and Bucky could almost feel the tension between them, sparkling like static electricity. Bucky watched Sam's hand drop back to the bar, then looked up at Sam, making eye contact with him. Bucky's smile shrank slightly when he realized he had never felt this kind of chemistry with someone before, and he had only met Sam maybe three minutes ago. He looked back at his beer bottle.

Clearing his throat, Sam said, "So you never did say why you're sitting here alone being all sad."

"Uhm, I'm gettin' married tomorrow." He let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh." Sam looked disappointed. Maybe he felt the same chemistry Bucky did. "Wait, why are you here, then?"

"I just realized that I'm pretty sure I don't love him," Bucky mumbled, "Which is a shit way of ringing in a wedding." He refused to look up at Sam, not wanting to see his reaction.

"Well at least you figured it out now, right? Instead of months or years later."

Bucky looked up at Sam, surprised. "You don't think I'm crazy?"

Sam smiled. "Hey, if you know, you know."

Bucky felt caught in Sam's gaze, he wasn't able to look away. Is this what love felt like?

The past year flashed by before Bucky's eyes. When had he ever been excited about a text from Brock? When had Brock actually made him feel good, feel loved, feel cared for? Did he really want to spend the rest of his life with someone he couldn't even bring home to Steve?

"I gotta," He stood up so quickly his stool tipped backwards, and clattered loudly on the ground behind him. "I gotta call off a wedding--"

Mouth open in shock, Sam watched as Bucky backed up out of the bar.

"Wait here for me?" Bucky called to him, before turning around and bursting out onto the street.

He sprinted down the block to the hotel the wedding party was staying at, and suddenly slammed into a body coming the other direction, both of them falling to the ground.

"Holy shit, I'm so sorr-- Steve! Thank god I found you!" He stumbled to standing, holding out a hand for a bewildered Steve to do the same.

"Bucky what the hell--"

"We have to call off the wedding, Steve!" Bucky gasped, still holding onto Steve's hand. Steve gaped.

"What?"

"Yeah, I met Sam at the bar and he’s beautiful and I figured out that I don't love Brock at all and I have to break up with him before I get stuck in a loveless marriage for the rest of my life!"

He tugged on Steve's hand, forcing him into a run towards the hotel.

"Sam? Who the hell is Sa--"

"Never mind that, Steve!" Bucky yelled.

Panting, Steve yelled back, "Well I can't say I'm not happy about it!" He flashed a grin at Bucky. "I never liked him!"

Bucky laughed, giddy with relief. He had no idea how much the prospect of a life with Brock had been weighing on him until it was gone. "You'll like Sam!"

They burst into the hotel lobby, parting people like the Red Sea as they ran to the elevators. Jabbing the button Brock's floor's button frantically, Bucky bounced on his feet.

"Oh shit!" He suddenly realized something and turned to Steve, "I have no idea what to say to Brock!"

"I'm not the one who has to break up with him, this is your call."

The elevator doors opened, and Bucky hesitated. "Am I making the right decision, Steve?" he asked quietly.

"Bucky, these past ten minutes have been the happiest I've seen you in months," Steve responded gently, throwing out an arm when the elevator doors began to close again.

Bucky took a deep breath, and stepped out of the elevator, leaving Steve inside. He began to walk to Brock's hotel room, shaking his hands where they hung by his side. Once he got to the right door, he stopped, let out an explosive breath, and knocked on the door.

"Just a min'!" came a harried yell from inside. After a beat, the door swung open to reveal Brock, wearing low-slung sweatpants and no shirt, damp with sweat. Brock's eyes widened with panic, and he reflexively looked behind him where a rumbled bed was able to be seen, complete with a naked woman who quickly pulled up the sheet to cover her breasts.

Bucky let out a loud laugh. "Thank god! Now I don't feel bad about breaking up with you!" He turned on his heel, and threw Brock the middle finger over his shoulder, "We're through!"

His cheeks ached with how big his grin was. Thank god. Right before he reached the elevators again, he glanced behind him to see a dumbfounded Brock standing in the hallway.

"You're paying for the whole wedding, dickwad!" Bucky yelled as the elevator arrived. He stepped inside, not sparing Brock another look.

The elevator doors closed, and Bucky laughed with delight, leaning against the wall. Holy shit. Once the elevator arrived at the lobby again he walked out to Steve, who looked up from a magazine when he heard Bucky arrive.

"He was cheating on me!" Bucky said with a huge grin. "I'm going back to the bar. I'll see you in the morning?"

Steve nodded dazedly as Bucky turned around to leave the building.

"Wait!" Steve said, causing Bucky to turn around, "You're okay?"

"Never been better, Stevie."

He hummed tunelessly as he walked down the block. He hoped Sam was still there.

When he pulled open the door to the bar, the gentle hum of people talking rushed out. He scanned his eyes around the room, before walking up to Sam, who was still sitting at the bar. Tapping on his shoulder, Bucky held out his hand when Sam turned around.

"Bucky, newly single. Can I buy you a drink?"

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let me know what y'all think!

[daytonsferrari]

Neighbors (Dayton White x Andy Barber)

DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT CREDIT OR PERMISSION.

Inspired by @steveng-rogers fic Dandy’s pie

[tedllasso]

Thankyou for your amazing gifs, I’m in love 💙

thank you so much. I appreciate it. ❤️❤️

[cloudystevie]

Trigger warning for Bridgerton, rape. It was good, it’s like pride and prejudice meet gossip girl. Proceed with caution and don’t read the books, it’s worse

umm holy shit okay i thought it was just a cute little fantasy show where people ran around in ball gowns and fancy suits and had rich people problems LOL

[ourravenboys]

Rights-o have you read the Ronan Spin off?

yeah!! i’m v excited for the new one to come out

[stevebucks-archive]

34 and 43!

34. What’s your coffee order?

I usually drink cappuccinos and lattes but if I was in starbucks I’d order a caramel macchiato 

43. What’s your guilty pleasure?

Listening to old one direction songs

Be Nosy

[chaotictarlos]

FIC ORIGIN STORY

Thank you for the tag @good-ways for tagging me! It's always sweet when you do!

What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

Before I knew much about RPF I read Jonas Brothers fan fiction. 💀 Can't believe I'm admitting that.

What was the first story you ever wrote (even if it was never posted) and what made you decide to write it?

A Harry Potter fan fic I wrote on a typewriter because we didn't have a computer.

What's a piece of advice you would give to your younger fic-writing self?

Don't give a shit what other people think, write what you want. Write what makes you happy. Write what you get joy out of. It doesn't have to be good. It just has to make you happy.

What's an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback etc.)?

My friendship with @cametobuyplums @11thstreetvigilante @steveng-rogers they are some of the best people I know and I am incredibly grateful for them.

Post a sentence or two from one of your older fics, and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

Old fic - first one I have posted to AO3

Door shutting behind them their hands find each other almost immediately. Frank’s hands finding their way under Ransoms sweater, Ransoms hands tangling in Frank’s hair. Moans hushed against lips as they kiss desperately, tongue’s licking into mouth so they can taste each other.

New fic - Most Recent Coda

“I love you so much Carlos,” TK says softly and he leans down and kisses the top of Carlos’ head. “I’ll always find you, I promise. I’ll move heaven and earth to make sure you’re always in my arms.”

No pressure tags: @paperstorm @thebumblecee @mooshkat @cowlos-reyes

[truckloadoffrogs]

Any particular ship you want to write about?

nope! if it’s a ship I’m not super familiar with it may take me a little bit longer to write something, but that’s all part of the fun!

[capsgrantrogers]

Happy birthday, Thankyou for gracing us with all of your edits 💙

@steveng-rogers Thank you! 💖

[daytonsferrari]

One Bed

Title: One Bed

Pairings: Andy x Fem!reader. Andy Barber x Fem!reader 

Summary: A stalker made you feel unsafe and your hot boss offers his room for you as a safe haven. Could it be more than that? 

Word Count: 2,126

Warning: Smut. Explicit, 18+ no one under age. Oral, fem and male receiving. Unprotected sex(wrap it up juniors) Andy’s mouth. Light spankings. Daddy Kink. 

A/N: Congratulations to one of the best writer I know @happygowriting I hope you like this entry of mine. Wrote it just for you sweetheart. 

Keep reading

[chrrycolouredfunk]

What I read so far this year.

(January-Ongoing)

WARNING: 18+ ONLY, if you interact with this post and you are below 18 or your age isn’t in your bio, you will be blocked. Also most of these are smut sooo make sure you read the warnings.

Please let me know if a link is broken, I haven’t tagged the correct author or you’d like something removed. Thank you!

My Fic Rec Masterlists 2021

CHRIS EVANS

Sleepless Nights by @chrisevansfics

The steps you take (series) by @steviesnight-time

STEVE ROGERS

Harder Next Time BY @angrythingstarlight

Stay (I’ll Keep You Warm) - S.R. by @anika-ann

ANDY BARBER

Guilt (series) by @the-fallen-nightmare

Cruel Daddy Masterpost by @onsunnyside (IM IN LOVE)

Someone Like You by @worksby-d

Nocturnal Emissions by @wayward-blonde

Feral Andy. by @wayward-blonde

One Bed by @steveng-rogers

ARI LEVINSON

Little Fears by @onsunnyside

RANSOM DRYSDALE

a fuck stop by @kthynes

HARRY STYLES

Wildest Fantasies by @watchmegetobsessed

Harry’s tipsy and can’t keep his hands off of you by @purplehazed-h

Full of Surprises by @finekisses

[elkleggs]

Your artwork is one hell of a masterpiece👏🏼👏🏼

Thank you Steveng Rogers.

[chaotictarlos]

Even in a room full of people, the only thing that matters is you. I still reach for you.

I really liked this subtle scene of connection between them. 💙

My edit, please do not repost or claim as your own. ♡

tags: @steveng-rogers ​ @daytonsferrari @edwardbaldwin @strangefurychaos @binancygillian @sapphire11