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buckyalpine · 1 year ago

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Mob Bucky likes his innocent date ft smut

Sigh. I wanted this to be wholesome but it’s horny instead I’m sorry. Might delete tbh. Imagine devilishly gorgeous mob Bucky getting joy out of making his shy date flustered til she’s tripping on her words and unable to speak. He got Steve to find him a date for an event in the evening, uninterested in having to actually find one for himself. He just wants a pretty thing on his arm that he could maybe fuck at the end of the night. Between busy schedules and mob work, Steve doesn’t find anyone so he scrambles to the last person he can think of.

His sisters best friend.

You’re not at all what he was expecting.

He walks down the long staircase in his all black suit, beard trimmed, his cologne intoxicating, coking an eyebrow when he sees the shy thing waiting for him that he’s supposed to go with.

You nearly squeak when he stands before you, too nervous to say anything, your heart running a million miles a minute, knowing exactly who the very James Barnes was. You had no business being here, you were doing this for Steve.

“Hi” you whisper, and Bucky can’t help but smirk at the way you keep tugging at your dress, not meeting his eyes, tipping your chin up to meet his wolfish expression.

“You must be Y/n” he doesn’t let go of your face, noting the goosebumps that now cover your exposed skin from your plunging dress. He doesn’t say much else, letting you squirm, quite enjoying himself.

You want to tell him he looks good, be the confident woman he probably expected to have, exuding grace and poise but you bite your lip instead, nearly whining when he lets go of your chin.

“Y-you um. You look b-beautiful” you finally stutter out, your face burning under his amused gaze.

“Is that so Bambi?” He smirks, cocking his head while you fidget with your fingers. “Hmmm. No one’s called me that before” he chuckles, taking your arm in his and leading you to the limo parked outside.

Your skin is so soft, you smell so sweet and for the first time ever, he doesn’t want to ravage his date to bits. Not when you’re such a soft precious thing.

The night goes well as you grow more and more comfortable with him. He dotes on you the entire time, not letting you lift a finger. He can’t help but take care of you, not letting anyone else near his precious little Bambi.

By the end, he wants to take you home safely like a gentleman but he wants more. And he knows you do too. He can see it in the way you look at him with such longing, nuzzling into his side further and further in the back of the limo.

You’re practically on his lap now, desperately wishing he’d just have his way with you without toy having to say anything but he’d never let that happen.

“What is it Bambi” he whisperers when you squeeze your thighs together, hiding you face in his neck. Your hand trails from his tie to his belt buckle, too embarrassed to go any lower.

“Oh you poor thing” he coos, bringing and pressing your hand on top of his erection, your shaky hands rubbing his bulge like a needy kitten, “do you want my cock baby, s’that it? My Bambi needs her cock?”

“Mhm” you whine, clinging onto him when the limo pulls up to his house, his thick arms wrapping you up and taking you right to his room with no second guesses.

When he gets you into bed, all his animalistic tendencies go out the window, holding back how badly he wants to pounce on you and ravish you like the cute little bunny you are, trapped in the wolfs den. Your gown has been thrown off, lingerie ripped to bits, laying on his bed as he crawls on top of you, his thick, leaky cock bobbing between his legs.

“Are you sure you want this Angel” he checks in with you first, cupping your cheek and swiping his thumb across your pouty lip.

“W-want you” you whisper, shakily reaching down to grasp his cock, swallowing nervously. “I just- I don’t-“

“You don’t have to be scared bunny” he kisses your cheek, placing his hand on top of yours, guiding your strokes. “I’ll teach you how to play with my cock baby”

You tighten your grip, tugging him to where you need him most and he can’t hold back much longer, he’s trying to hard but you makes it impossible.

“Fuck Bambi” he groaned feeling his tip run against your soaked cunt, holding back frok shoving himself in you “keep doing that and I’ll lose control baby”

“Lose control Bucky” you tug at him again and he shakes his head with a strained chuckle.

“I’ll hurt you bunny” he said warns again but you need him to take you apart till you cant walk.

“Please?”

“Bunny…” he warns one last time but you want anymore.

“Daddy” you whine in his ear and something inside him snaps. He doesn’t give you any warning, slamming his cock into you with one stroke, your pleasured cry music to his ears.

“What did you just call me?!” He pulls out to flip you over, spanking your ass while his balls slap your clit, loving the way you go dumb over his cock.

“Such an innocent little baby with a filthy mouth, huh doll, my bunny wants her daddy’s cock”

He grips onto the headboard, delivering powerful snaps with his hips, alternating between pounding you against the pillows and grinding his cock in you without pulling out.

“Such a tight pussy squeezing daddy’s cock, my naughty little bunny, you want daddy’s cream too baby? You want daddy to give you his fresh cum, hm? Breed this needy little pussy?”

“B-breed me daddy!!” You squeal, his words driving you towards your climax, crying into his sheets and arching your back more as his movements grow sloppy.

“Get ready for daddy’s cum baby- gonna breed this pretty pussy till your fuckin’ round n’swollen n’leaking with milk” he gritted out, grabbing your hips with slam back and meet his thrusts. “Together Bambi, cum with daddy, c’mon, be a good girl n’cum with daddy”

The most salacious and primal sounds fill the room as he pumps ropes of his cum into toy, your greedy pussy milking him for all he’s worth. He can’t believe such a quiet little bunny could turn out to be a minx on the inside but he’s never letting you go.

“You’re dangerous Bambi” he whispers, keeping his softening cock in you, having never felt so satisfied afterwards, practically floating in the clouds with you. “M’never pulling my cock out, you feel too good around my dick baby”

You giggle as he kisses your glistening skin, gathering your into his arms, your eyes growing wide when he doesn’t kick you out of his bed.

“You’re mine now Bambi” he says with a soft growl, holding you closer to his chest before pulling the sheets over you both.

Anyway. Wholesome version coming later.

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thebestofoneshots · 1 year ago

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have you always written for the marauders or did you stumble into it or got inspired or ??? i’m just so curious ☺️

story time with Lils.

I could give a simple answer to this, very short, and all, but I feel like telling the story of how I got into fanfiction so you’ll get a whole textbook instead.

It must have been like 2009 (catch me speaking like an old person), when I was laying in my grandma’s bed, fantasizing about a self insert into Harry Potter (actual Harry Potter mind you I didn’t know the Marauders, nor was my 9 year old self in love with a Sirius yet) and thinking “Gosh wish I could write that… but I can’t because copyright and it’s illegal.”

Fast forward do 2011-2012, THE FACEBOOK ERA, and your girl stumbles into a fanpage that *literally* was all about reader inserts with certain YouTubers I had an unhealthy obsession with at the time. It was then that Lilly discovered ✨the fantastic world of fanfiction✨. And it didn’t stop.

I love reading, but I had always been one to write stories, poems, songs, you name it, I probably wrote it. And so I started writing fanfics as well. First I think it must have been the YouTubers. I also remember reading a Percy Jackson fanfic once, and omg it’s been so long, I don’t even remember the webpage I read it at, but it was like it’s own little blog with its own little colors and stuff, cool shit tbh.

Must have been around 2012 that I started a fanfic of Jack Frost. Yes ladies and gentleman, Jack Frost, he was too cute for 12 y/o Lilly. That one, is absolute cringe if I go back and read it now, but also kinda funny? The reverse harem was so heavy in that one I swear I didn’t even know that was a thing but EVERYONE was inlove with the MC.

Either way, writing longer stories really wasn’t for me back then, so I started writing oneshots. And boy-oh-boy did I love them. I must say “Thank you Bucky Barnes for existing and having me obsess over you.” I must have over 30 one shots written for him. Or more, I have never counted. Some still sitting on my drafts lol.

Then I started writing for Loki and made a small follow along fic of the series, called Time Variant 30578, and I was so proud I finished it (-ish, season 2 just came up and I still have to write for that).

Not that it’s the only thing I’ve finished, I actually wrote a book, it’s a book about a serial-kiIIer, but even if we see his life, the actual unaliving parts are told from the perspective of the victims. Pretty gory, certainly something. But I liked it. That one’s done and sitting in my computer. I still want to find time to edit it and maybe publish it one day, but who knows? Off topic.

Anyway I rewatched SPN and wrote a few shots for one of the loves of my life Dean Winchester. And I have pondered on writing a series for a gender-bend spell type of thing. A short one (but actually short this time, not like GC).

And then, somewhere in between me starting a small business of HP stuff and watching Tick…Tick…Boom! (Which had me obsess over Andrew), and the already smoldering obsession with Ben, I started reading Marauders fics. Discovering the magical world of ✨Poly!Marauders✨

And then I wrote the first part of Gilded Constellations (march this year, probably) and then the second and then the first 12 parts and then I decided to post it and then people showed actual interest?!?! And I kept writing and writing and then I wanted GC to have smut. But I was shit at smut and wanted to practice so The Five Senses was born. After a LOT of research, I kid you not, so much reading fics and even YouTube tutorials lol (on writing guys, that kind of content is NOT allowed on YouTube!). Anyway, writing just solidified my obsession with my boys. And then there was Maraudween, more smut practice but also, I kind of like writing smut at this point? And scary action filled stories??? Right up my ally.

So yeah, in short; I’ve always been a writer, I have always liked Harry Potter and I have been writing fanfics for a while and just recently started writing for the Marauders, but you’re not gonna stop me any time soon.

I like living in my own head, and I love writing stories, and I adore our boys so, you’ll be seeing so much of me you’ll get sick of it lol

Did that answer your question? I feel like one of this teachers that students ask a question to and then tell the entire story of their life. But I feel like I did answer the question.

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hellolovers13 · 2 years ago

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I've published my first fic after not writing for almost ten years in September. Never would've believed I'd have twelve stories and some 90k words by the end of 2022.

So, I thought I'd make a little list of all my works this year (tbh this has been sitting in my drafts for a while, but I figured the end of the year would be a good time to post this.)

Once again, thank you so much @liberty-barnes for enduring my crazy writing schedule and all the last minute beta-ing you've had to do.

💞Up on the Roof with a School Girl Crush💞

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | Mature | 4k | Meet Cute

Harry was just trying to get some work done and have a quiet night in. He did not expect to become host to a drunken Louis, who had overestimated his Halloween costume's ability to fly.

👗I Hope We Never Change👗

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | Explicit | 13k | Angst

“I just wanted to try how it feels.” “The clothes?” Niall asked. Harry nodded. “Is that, that's too weird right, I shouldn't-” “Hey, stop it. I told you already, it's not weird. It's just how you feel. That's okay. You can try whatever you want, okay. And you can always, always talk to me. Remember that.” or Harry is confused about everything, so is Louis. At least they have Niall.

🪴Plant New Seeds🪴

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | T | 2k | Meet Cute

L: i think i might have a watering ghost. There’s water on that plant and it sure wasn’t me Z: 👻💦 either that or you’re just sleepwalking. Best guess is still the magical plant thing. Lemme know if you find your princess 😘 or Someone was desperately trying to keep Louis' poor houseplant alive.

🏥haunted🏥

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | M | 1k | TW: Miscarriage, Stillbirth

Before 24 weeks it's considered a miscarriage, not a stillbirth. No matter that he had to go through labour. No matter that he was holding his child in his arms.

🍼fragile line🍼 (second part to haunted)

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | M | 2k | TW: Talk of Abortion and Suicide, Mention of previous Miscarriage, Stillbirth

Now, five different fonts told him the same thing. Pregnant.

🌃Chicago🌃

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | Gen | 3.5k | Getting Back Together

They hadn't seen each other in four years, why was Louis still writing songs about Harry? Larry take on the song Chicago

🎄Every Snowflake Is Different (Just Like You) 🎄

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | E | 20k | Meet Cute

Turns out, getting snowed in with your not quite One-Night Stand wasn’t actually that bad. But the snow wouldn’t last forever. Was there a chance for love even after the snow had melted?

👄Slow Hands👄

Harry/Niall Harry/Louis | E 3k | Smut

“Wait. So when you say you’re genderfluid, that means sometimes you’re a girl, right?” “Uh, yeah.” “So when I asked what you’d do if you were a girl and you said ‘Niall’. Does that apply now?”

📞Love In Conversation 📞

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | T | 5k | Meet Cute

King Arthur Baking Hotline. Your bread fell flat. Your cookies crumbled. Who do you turn to? The King Arthur Baker's Hotline. or Louis has a severe baking breakdown. Thankfully, he gets help from baking-hotline operator Harry.

❄️love drunk, waiting on a miracle ❄️ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | T | 15.6k | Coffeshop AU

Harry has a bit of a crush on a customer. Thankfully, the feeling is mutual. These are their first 24 days together.

🍆Pretty Miscalculations🍆

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | E | 5.2k | Smut

After rudely interrupting Louis’ Christmas shopping, Louis offers Harry a choice and an opportunity to try out his new purchases. Inspired by this post

🍼known it all this time (of tiktok's and baby making)🍼

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | E | 1.7k | Smut

If Harry doesn't stop sending Louis those videos, who knows what's gonna happen.

#my-fics #fics2022 #man I was busy these last few months lol #never thought this would be possible #trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dficvillage #ficsfor4am #1dsource #hlcreators

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padfootagain · 2 years ago

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hullo!

I have been wondering about so many of these! You'll have to excuse my excitement hihihi

B C N S T U Y

Hi anon!! Thank you for asking!!

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

I'll just give the same answer I've given previously to this question : not directly (my life is pretty boring tbh it would not make a very interesting fanfic 😅). But then again, I think that as soon as you're writing something, you put a little bit of yourself in it. Because it relies on your beliefs, on how you see the world, on how you deal with emotions, and on your own experiences as well. So... no, not a full story is inspired by something i've lived, but sometimes I talk about things I've experienced, and anyway... I always put a little of my own heart in my writings. I really am not a believer of that theory stating that you can separate the art and the artist, definitely not. The two make only one. The very act of creating something means tearing out a part of yourself and rearranging it into art.

C: What member do you identify with most?

... member of what? I'm so sorry, I don't know what that means!! NOOO!! I'm so stupid!! I'm sorry!! My braincells are failing me!!

A member of what?

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Hmm... no, not necessarily, honestly. I tried writing with other writers, and we didn't manage to finish our projects, so I'd love to work more on these with them. But I don't think i would want anyone to write my own fics in my stead. They're my babies (even if they're not finished)!

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Friends to lovers. HANDS DOWN FRIENDS TO LOVERS!! I love this shit. It's tender. It's cute. It's so okpijirjfioerjozijiaejfizpje!!!!!!!! You want to shake some sense into their stupid heads and scream!!! I love that.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Anything with... alphas, or stuff like that... Anything a bit too dark sexually... not a huge fan. I don't like that at all.

In PG 13 tropes... I don't like love triangles very much. Like... you're hesitating between two people and... berk! Nope. I don't like that.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Ooooh... Hang on... only three...

I am such a huge fan of Pray for Us, Icarus by Atalan on AO3. It's my favourite fanfic ever! It made me cry so much. I just read the whole thing in one day and didn't eat, didn't sleep, didn't do anything until I was done. I cried soooooo much...

I'm trying to read quite a lot of Ben Barnes content these days, and I've been reading a lot of @pinchofhoney for that. It's nice to have some Ben content!!

Everything @fortisfilia writes is amazing too! Been a fan since forever, really. And she's very sweet!

There are many more people I could talk about though, they're just the first three people that popped in my head, really.

Y: A character you want to protect.

All of them... hahahahaha!!

They're my babies, I want to torture them, and then pat them on the head, give them a hug, and send them towards a happy ever after.

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jamdoughnutmagician · 1 year ago

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Tagged by the very lovely @xxhellfirebunnyxx to answer the 20 questions for fic writers. Thank you for the tag, Darling!!

1) How many works do you have on AO3? - compared to on here, not very many. I do occasionally post on AO3, but once I started posting on here instead, I found the engagement much better. That being said I have 28 works on AO3 (as well as 4 fics I've orphaned in favour of anonymity because they're just too kinky)

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?- Altogether, everything is 60,613 words.

3) What fandoms do you write for? - Mostly Stranger Things, but occasionally Marvel too (but mostly only Steve and Bucky)

4) What are your top five fics by kudos? - Well on AO3 it's More Than Enough, Not So Freaky After All, The Sweetness of You, Stevie's Baby Fever and Do Ya Wanna Taste It? but on here I think it's probably something completely different.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? - Yes!!! I love responding to comments!!

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I honestly don't think I've ever written anything with an angsty ending. I like writing happy endings where everything gets resolved :)

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think the happiest ending I wrote was for Apartment Apparitions, which is a personal favourite of mine.

8) Do you get hate on fics? Thankfully no, at least not yet anyway. I think I stay in my own lane too much for anyone to come for me.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? - YES!! I've written some of the most toe-curling smut ever tbh. I'm actually more comfortable writing smut over fluff to be honest

10) Do you write crossovers? - I've not written any crossovers yet, but I'm not ruling it out at all, I just haven't found anything that sparks inspiration.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? - Not that i'm aware of, I don't think my work is good enough to get stolen lmaooo

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? - I don't think so?

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? I kind of co-wrote a thread about cowboy!Eddie with @munsonology which is kinda cute, but I'm also planning some to write christmas fun with @slutty-thevampireslayer this year so watch out for that 👀

14) What’s your all time favorite ship? I don't typically write for ships, but 10/Rose has a very special place in my heart, and has done ever since I was very young.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? - I don't think there is anything that I've started but have not finished, I don't like leaving things unfinished.

16) What are your writing strengths? I like to think I'm pretty competent writing smut, I suppose?

17) What are your writing weaknesses? Oh! Writing fluff for sure, it does not come easily to me AT ALL. I feel like i'm always straddling the line between "is this cute?" and "this is stupid and out of character."

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? - It's not something I tend to do, because I pretty much only speak English. I know the tiniest amount of Welsh, but not enough to be writing stories in it,

19) First fandom you wrote for? Marvel, because at my core I am a slut for Bucky Barnes :)

20) Favorite fic you’ve written? If we're talking about fluff, then I have quite the soft spot for From Me to You. However, if we're talking about smut, I am quietly proud of Flying Solo and Creatures of The Night

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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hiiii catmom! i didnt have time to answer during the day yesterday but now im gonna give you all of my freezy hugs!

'MY CAT WHEN HE GOT A MOUSE' the way his nose touched the mouse as if he kissed it TT sorry but it was so soft TT 'HE JUST SCARED IT TO DEATH AND PLAYED WITH IT' its kinds cute tbh TT but im so sorry for this mouse TT hes too spoiled, i dont think his predator ancestors would approve of it. im judging jinjin rn but we still love him

ooh im so sorry for your problem with onions. yeah youve mentioned it. 'she made me chop so many TINY FRICKIN ONIONS' maybe it was a trial? 'DAMN I STILL LOOK HOT' ahadh last time you said the same thing hshahd. just proving youre really hot. ig it was s break up with onion. youre too hot for it.

taho looks SO good!! its illegal. i want to try it! (tbh i want to try everything you told me about but this!) it kinda looks like cognac but also like caramel TT 'i think you will love it' i love it already TT ig im gonna search for the places that make taho here. tbh all of your food look so appealing? maybe its bc its really unusual for me and everything unusual and harmless make us interested. 'he always says im ‘the pretty grandchild’' i mean hes not wrong.

'you can be the lizard' yk it doesnt work like this??? TT am i not your muning anymore??

'its my sister’s birthday' ooh, congratulations! ik you wont give my congratulations to her but anyways. i also seen that you cant just congratulate smn bc it means you praise them for making efforts in doing smth? i dont understand TT like i jast want a person to know im happy for them and i wish them to be happy too? im not even sure if its really true?? but anyway im judging 😡😡 'we’re going to buy CAKE' congratulations!!! hope it was tasty. btw, my mom bakes cakes a lot (she even makes some orders!! im so proud) so we often have some cake at home.

'she actually started on the tonic then went up' ok it was veryvery interesting and educational!! but i didnt get this TT why is it?.. what is it?... is it bad?.. but before this everything was absolutely great! i feel like all my friends who got mental traumas in music school shouldve asked you. 'if this is still confusing let me just give you a kiss' ohh thanks lovie TT why they cant do it at schools? thanks for your explanation and the kiss!! i appreciate your efforts!! get my freezy kisses!! and yk what? i was in a kindergarten some time ago and draw some notes for them! so im a musician of a kind too!

'figure it out with the context' tbh its difficult to translate rus into eng sometimes. weve lots of figurative phrases and constructions. its not like other languages dont but im not talking abt them rn. i cringe sm when i hear or have to make a literal translation? it usually was in school bc we didnt have enough time to make up a beautiful literary translation.

'can i say that to elderly people and they wont slap me?' you can. i personally allow you to do so. yeah its not a formal word but its not bad. they use it sometimes themselves.

'also he likes russian culture cos ig its memey?' i dont know if i should be offended or be proud.... its like i can insult myself, my friend and my culture but im still protective. yeah it may be memey BUT your brother is stupid, tell him this. im sure he doesnt even pronounce blyat right. if anything, its ok, im not offended or smth. just kidding. 'he’s just drawn to stuff like that' ok its cute maybe. does he know atomic heart? do you know it?

'im sorry if you were offended by that' it ok, im not. its pretty hard to really offend me if you dont straight up tell me insults. its kinds cute that you think so. languages sound differently and its fine.

'i will listen to this song later' did you?...

'we should run away together' i think we should riot TT

'im glad my SUFFERING is funny' its not your suffering its your prick being defeated :)

'we can talk about the darkling' ben barnes is so super handsome i CANT. these LOSERS 40 yo british actors???? hate you you sexy men!!! 'we can also talk about daemon' his hair is so pretty!! im obsessed with idea of him only letting his s/o do his hair (including cutting it).

'im down to hear' im down to read :) imagine him trying to be a better person? but in his twisted ways, not really doing smth relevant but idk.. spending more time with the court? spending more time in the red keep? attending council meetings not once but twice a year? its ooc? maybe. but imagine one exact moment when it strikes. when he realises that hes brother is in danger, his homeland is drown in crimes and vissy indeed can die. and if he die, realm has no real protector, its gonna be the living hell. so he becomes more timid and quite bc inside hes tearing himself apart, hes got such a big conflict, he finally understands the tragedy and tries to not fall apart bc he needs to be strong. hes the dragon after all? but in the end of the day he comes back to his chambers and want to cry (and maybe he does in the embrace of his wife. maybe even him being able to change is on her behalf and the result of her influencing him for a long time). YAY i got carried away AGAIN so surprising. hope it was interesting at least.

'how do you feel about hearing scary stuff' as long as there are no jumpscares im more than eager to listen to your stories!

'maybe i dont either' yk what? numbers dont even exist. mathematics is fiction. scientists are delusional. height is a lie.

'i’ll listen to these when i get home from school' did you?... if youre ever interested, ive found a translation of Наружу изнутри (Outside From The Inside) and the others are not so popular( and im too lazy to translate( but the lyrics arent the main factor of my love! the music! is! absolutely! fantastic! so i really want to know your reaction.

omg love TT get showers (you do NOT waste water) and drink more water!! always my freezy kisses!! have a nice day/evening/night!! take care! love u<з

us <3 HELLO. actually im the cat in the background HAHAHAH so sleepy HAHAHAHAHA i love sleeping

hiiii catmom! i didnt have time to answer during the day yesterday but now im gonna give you all of my freezy hugs!

<3 FREEZY HUGS thank you. it has been pretty cool the past few days. undoubtedly because of your hug hugs <3

'MY CAT WHEN HE GOT A MOUSE' the way his nose touched the mouse as if he kissed it TT sorry but it was so soft TT

my cat did that too. i assure you, its not a kiss but a smell. LOL

'HE JUST SCARED IT TO DEATH AND PLAYED WITH IT' its kinds cute tbh TT but im so sorry for this mouse TT hes too spoiled, i dont think his predator ancestors would approve of it. im judging jinjin rn but we still love him

T_T yeah jinjin fr put him through so much T_T like he would let the mouse crawl up the wall in an attempt to get away, but then he would pounce the poor thing and knock the mouse to the floor T_T i think we let him do this for ??? an hour??? T_T he doesn't know how to kill mouse T_T he's such a house cat. even his papa yushi is like that T_T BUT YUSHI IS WORSE. LITERALLY BRUTALIZES WHATEVER HE HUNTS. grabs them with his teeth then YEEEEETS them back and forth T_T NEVER KILLS THEM just keeps them in constant fear. a true menace. T_T yushi's mom, meowmeow, was the BEST KILLER or hunter, she was swift and merciful. the moment she got a mouse, she'd kill it it by choking it then eat it. T_T i mourn the fact meowmeow never got to teach her babies how to hunt cos our neighbors gave her away T_T and thus yushi never got to teach/show jinjin how to do that either T_T anyway jinjin and yushi = menace; mochi (yushi's brother) normally did that with lizards T_T he'd always end up breaking the poor lizard's tail before it eventually dies T_T ALSFHASFAL:SFHASF brutal. i miss mochi, i almost cried again thinking about him

IT WASNT A TRIAL T_T HELPPPP AHHAHHAH it was because the tiny onions came from my aunt's farm and they had been in the refrigerator for like so long so she was like do them all and i CRIED. HAHHAAH its funny i said the same thing. <3 love that for me. unfortunately, i see onion everyday T_T we can never break up T_T

it does look like cognac and caramel. !!! I HOPE YOU FIND A PLACE THAT SELLS FILIPINO FOOD!!!! maybe im biased but i think ALL those food is amazing LOL I MEAN I SHARED THEM of course i love them HAHH. i understand what you mean about unusual but is kind of amusing to think these foods are super normal to me hHIHIHIH cultural perspective is weird lol. also yes i am the pretty grandchild (even tho my grandma gaslighted me as a child into thinking i was ugly T_T HELP)

'you can be the lizard' yk it doesnt work like this??? TT am i not your muning anymore??

HAHAHHA YOU ARE MY MUNING MY LIZAR MUNING MINGMING LOVE LOVE HAHAHHA

HEY!?! why wouldn't i give my congratulations to her 😡😭 ok maybe not right now she's in school. but i talk to her about you HAHAHHAH and she doesnt gaf T_T so /: yeah ig in english congratuations does mean that, praising someone for what they did. but i mean a birthday is a level up so CONGRATS! you made it this far <3 idk why youre judging again ? /: youre so judgy T_T

THE CAKE WAS SUPER TASTY but i did this thing again where i got more because i wanted more even though there was still some in my plate and then i suddenly became full halfway finishing my plate and then i was T_T forcing myself to finish cos i dont like wasting food. anyway i brought it up with me and ate it after a few minutes... then...i ... got some more T_T HAAHAHAH

OMG YOUR MOM MAKES CAKES i immediately though does she doe international shipping HAHAH but even if she did T_T im pretty sure that would be a bad idea cos her cake would be .... not cake anymore by the time it got here T_T HAHAHA

YOU HAVE FRIENDS WITH MUSIC TRAUMA HELPPPPPPP T_T also it's not bad! i just explained it to you because its VERY INTERESTING TO ME not because it's bad unexpected because before this there was no indication it was going to happen. im glad you think its great T_T i hope you understand somehow T_T i dont want to be telling you things and just confusing you T_T

'if this is still confusing let me just give you a kiss' ohh thanks lovie TT why they cant do it at schools? thanks for your explanation and the kiss!! i appreciate your efforts!! get my freezy kisses!! and yk what? i was in a kindergarten some time ago and draw some notes for them! so im a musician of a kind too!

YOU DREW NOTES IN KINDERGARTEN !!!!!!!!!!! WHHHATT I ONLY STARTED DRAWING NOTES IN LIKE HIGHSCHOOL T_T. i dont want to be kissed by my teachers... only a select few. i take all your freezy kisses and put them in my pocket for when i go to school later

omg same! we did that for highschool, like translating eng to fil and fil to eng and its like T_T so much gets lost in translation T_T. i actually saw this video of this man helping a cat down from a really high post and he was like давайдавайдавайдавайдавайдавайдавайдавайдавайдавайдавайдавайдавайдавайдавайдавай and i was like ??? so i was like ok i think i know what that means but then the english translation wasnt the one in my head so iwas just very confused but then i thought its probably a lose translation and i am better than this english translator because i know nuisances happen in translations HAHAHAHAHAHAH but idk what the translation was in the subs anymore HAHAHAHAH

'can i say that to elderly people and they wont slap me?' you can. i personally allow you to do so. yeah its not a formal word but its not bad. they use it sometimes themselves.

ok HAHAHA then ig that means its really not a bad word AHAAH

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHH i dont think its an insult T_T but i mean if people made memes about my president/culture id feel really cringe about it BUT ALSO ITS FUCKING TRUE OUR PRESIDENT is CRINGE. i think memes are a great way to kind of ... critique society. we are all cringe. and we should all be better. also i;ll tell my brother about this later HAHAHAH

nvm i talked to him already

he knows atomic heart, and he says he thinks the plot of the game is interesting because its imaging a world where the soviets were competent enough to advance technologically in such a short period of time. also he says he wants to start a violent conversation with you HHAHAHH what do you feel about ukraine and the kidnapping of ukraninan children by the russian military and the wagner group, also on a less serious side how do you feel about TES3 morowind.

i just typed that how he told it to me. HGAHAHHAHAAH

he says the real reason why he's interested in russian culture is the disparity between the serfs and stuff ??? he's ranting rn incant type it all. he says its the novels. he wants me to remove some parts im not going to AHHAHAHAHAHA. he says you should have been burned my napoleon HAHAHAHAH. he wants to tell you so many stuff T_T (i think he wants to steal you from me i wont let him ur mine)

he says people normally go 'i will die for justice i will die for freedom' but russian says 'i will die' he finds that interesting.

he's saying a bunch of stuff about russian people. some guy ??? i didnt' catch it. 'everything in russia became rapidly modern after being free from the mongols all the way to modern russia, your problem is the oligarchy and the leaders of your country T_T dumb shits' HAHAHAHAHA

russians are hardworking but yall are brainwashed from tzars to princesses to putin. yall should apparently follow france and VIVA REVOLUTION lol. idk he's mentioning more people, Hadrian? idk some rando... from rome? and aurelian? ok. too much info. idk.

'russia is third rome? why dont you do the same things that made rome good'

he knows roadside picnic?

ukraine is older than russia but its older

just typing the things he's saying

final word: the white army should have won against the red army. HAHAHHAHAH

He wants me to ask you: what do you think based on what he's said, is he unhinged™?

ok let me offend you then. i hate you :P SSKKSKS IM KIDDING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

'i will listen to this song later' did you?...

i have not T_T i forgot about it aslfhasfkahfas i'll LISTEN WHEN I GET COME FROM SCHOOL I PROMISE

'we should run away together' i think we should riot TT

T_T no. we should have a house in the woods and take care of strays

'im glad my SUFFERING is funny' its not your suffering its your prick being defeated :)

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHH ok then hahahah i still want to finish the kylo fic i have been writing for days so T_T

SO TRUE all these middle aged men that i love so much T_T ben barnes so pretty. AND THE HEADCANON WITH DAEMON L:ASHFLHASFLHASLFHASFH I WANT TO WRITE IT BUT MORE THAN ANYTHING I WANT TO LIVE IT T_T

it is interesting. i like this idea <3 daemon is at his core a baby bro. idk if its out of character, i think daemon can be whatever you him to be. My brother said daemon is the worst ever in game of thrones and ???? I asked him if he even read it and he said he only knows outside stuff (hes dumb idc i love Daemon) but he agrees that Daemon is great cos of hiss actor. And i agree i love matty meow meow

'how do you feel about hearing scary stuff' as long as there are no jumpscares im more than eager to listen to your stories!

i'll tell you next letter i have to go home. i said i would go to school but i got lazy im just going to our old house to do laundry lol

'maybe i dont either' yk what? numbers dont even exist. mathematics is fiction. scientists are delusional. height is a lie.

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH my brother read aloud this and i was like ??? what is he quoting this time and it was just you AHAHAHAHAHHAAH

i'll listen to these later i promise

omg love TT get showers (you do NOT waste water) and drink more water!! always my freezy kisses!! have a nice day/evening/night!! take care! love u<з

OK HAHAHHAHAHAHH i will shower later. my brother said i should bathe/drink my own sweat DISGUSTING RAT.

i love you byeeee <3

i ate crinkles also i hope you like crinkles.

xxx

#slavyanskiyahui cutie #modern!daemon anon #ask #modern!daemon nonnie

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Haha, yeah, there are a few themed cafés out there, like some with cat-pokémon specifically and stuff, but i never really got into that? In my case it's just that i have a lot of poison types. And they kinda can't just leave, yk?

But heck yeah! Come visit! Tbh i always wanted to meet a Grafaiai in person. Well, from the moment i first head of them, which was kinda recent, actually.

And don't worry, i have a few non-poison types as well, i still consider myself a type specialist. I think my Pumpkaboo was already on one of the photos? I also have a, would you believe it, Sliggoo! Tofu's pretty shy though, at least with new people. He likes hanging out with the Pokémon he knows. Then there's also Cracker, my Murkrow. I caught her together with my Crobat bc they are bonded. I also have a Rotom that came with my Roto-Phone. And then there's... Yoghurt. Don't ask. I have no clue how i got to caring for it either.

[Another Picture is attached. It's photographed at a high angle, looking up the side of a barn. Over the edge of the roof peeks... something downward. It's red, and black, and it looks a little bit like the face of... an... Yveltal?]

ALSO??? THESE PICS ARE??? SO CUTE?????? You have to visit at some point, for real. I wanna meet these guys. 12/10 would throw myself into the cuddle pile

wowowow another poison type specialist who works in the hospitality industry!!!! yippee!!!

what's cafe culture like out in Unova? i used to own a cafe in Kalos just outside of Coumarine City. place was always packed with tourists akjsdhig

~@bluk-berry-jam

Hi! Wow damn, there's new people popping up left and right, that's so cool! Uh.. I'm not really sure what you mean with café culture tho? People come in, and they order a drink or buy a poffin and leave? Or sometimes they sit down and eat it at my place.

Now that i think of it, way more people were sitting at the cafés when i was in lumiose than they do over here? I'm not sure if that's like, the café culture or just bc i was visiting lumiose and there are like a thousand times more people lol.

Yeah, there's not so much a lot of tourists here, striaton is kinda off the beaten path, i mostly have my regulars and travelling trainers who want to challenge the triplets. Uh, yeah, striaton city has a gym that's led by three gymleaders.

And fuck yes i love poison types! Look at them! So amazing!

[there are two pictures attached.

The first shows a Koffing floating above a patch of berry bushes, though most of them look ready for winter. Between the bushes are a few other Pokémon peeking out, there's a bellsprout and a pumpkaboo among them.

The second picture shows a close up of a scolipede, on her head sits a tiny little grimer between her horns]

Anyways, nice to meet you! If you're ever close to striaton city, come by and say hello!

#pokeblogging #tix.txt #jack the pumpkaboo #tofu the sliggoo #cracker the murkrow #cheese the crobat #brandy the rotom #yoghurt the yveltal #//yveltal was some magic-anon rotomblr shenanigans #//the egg just appeared at the front door at some point #//and now Tix has a dumbass legenadary chicken #Koffing-Time-1.0

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buckysimp101 · 2 years ago

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 3

Single Dad! Bucky x Single Mom! Reader

warnings: none, kids being cute tbh

a/n: idk where I got this energy from for this fic but I am DIGGING it! Feel free to let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

Series Masterlist

The sounds of children at recess were simultaneously comforting and terrifying. The summer had allowed Bucky to “forget” the sound of almost a hundred children squealing in excitement. He had seen Becca for a total of five seconds when Steve’s class came out for recess but lost sight of her just as fast.

“So. I hear Y/N L/N’s kid is in your class,” Steve spoke as he joined Bucky on recess duty, his statement making Bucky roll his eyes.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than gossip, Rogers?”

“On the first day of school? No way! Now spill, was the kid’s mom as intimidating as she seems in the news?” Steve questioned, his eyebrow raising.

“You gossip worse than my ma, Rogers. She was fine, we only spoke for a minute before she had to leave. She really loves her kid though. I could see that in her eyes. You don’t see that version of her on the news,” Bucky responded thoughtfully, recalling the short period of time he had to study you and your interactions with Avery.

Steve studied his best friend’s face. Something had sparked Bucky’s interest and he was going to get to the bottom of it. Steve decided to go with, "You think she's hot don't you?"

Bucky looked at Steve as if to say "how dare you ask me that" with his face but Steve wasn't accepting that. So he just quirked his eyebrows, ultimately forcing his best friend to answer, "dude you know she's hot. Shouldn't be that much of a surprise. It's just...how she acted with Avery..."

Steve opened his mouth to offer a sassy retort, probably something about Bucky's seemingly new crush, but was abruptly interrupted by one of his students pulling on his pant leg for his attention.

“Mr. Rogers! Becca stomped on Ethan’s foot at the slide!”

Bucky and Steve caught each other’s eyes before they were both making their way over to the slide as fast as they could. Sure enough there was Becca, fussing at a crying Ethan, her blue eyes alight with passion as she wrapped her arms protectively around…Avery. The whole scene seemed...very familiar to Steve and Bucky as they remembered when they were that size, meeting on the playground for the first time in the middle of a fight. The two friends looked at each other and nodded, an unspoken agreement sending Steve to talk with Ethan and Bucky to talk with Becca and Avery. As Bucky approached, Becca seemed to finally realize her dad was there, but rather than looking embarrassed she merely stopped fussing and stuck her chin out, her eyes sparkling defiantly.

It's like looking in a mirror. But who she's mirroring...I'm not sure Bucky thought to himself as he saw some of him AND Steve in his daughter. When he looked at Avery, he noticed the tears sparkling in her eyes and the quiver of her bottom lip, she was seconds away from crying. Bucky faced Becca and asked, "Rebecca, what happened here?"

Becca went on to regale him with the story of the events leading up to his arrival. Ethan had apparently called Avery a baby, because she was so small, and said that her unicorn shirt was stupid and that she should go back to Kindergarten. Becca, being the kid she is, wouldn't take that lying down and so Ethan called her a baby too, and that's when she stomped on his foot. Bucky was actually pretty proud of Becca's actions, standing up for her new friend that Becca so kindly introduced to him as, "my new best friend Avery Claire L/N, thank you very much."

"Yes sweetheart, I know Avery. She's in my class," he responded with a laugh, Becca's eyes growing wider and brighter with that knowledge. If Bucky knew his daughter, he knew that Avery had just gained a best friend for life. Funny how playground fights always seem to lead to a member of the Barnes family gaining a new, small, best friend.

After hearing Becca's side of things, Bucky turned to Avery to hear what she had to say. She corroborated Becca's story, but Bucky could tell there was something else she was leaving out and it most likely wasn't something to do with Becca. So like any good dad, he forced Becca to apologize to Ethan, even though he didn't want to do that to her, Ethan apologized to Avery then and ran away to play with his friends. Bucky knew that Steve would have to call Ethan's mom when they got back from recess to make her aware of the situation but hopefully it didn't lead to anything more than that.

Maybe Becca can get some ice cream later...I'll let Steve do that so he's the one rewarding "bad" behavior

But like any good teacher, Bucky knew that he needed to talk to Avery alone, so he asked Becca to go talk to Steve and tell him her side of the story as he knelt down next to Avery.

"Hi, Avery. I see you've met my Becca," Bucky spoke softly, trying to keep Avery from freaking out and avoiding him. "I know you told me what happened with the three of you, but is there something else that Ethan said that upset you?"

Avery averted her eyes but she surprised Bucky by quietly answering, "he said my unicorn shirt was stupid...my mommy said it's a magic unicorn shirt that would make me brave and strong...but I didn't feel very brave or strong when Ethan was being mean to me," the last part of the sentence coming out with a sniffle as Avery wiped at her eyes.

Bucky's lips turned up into a soft smile at the child, "your mama is right, that is a brave and strong unicorn shirt. And you were very brave and strong when your friend helped you. But it's okay to not be brave and strong all the time."

Avery looked him in the eyes now, here eyes twinkling with hope where they had previously been sparkling with tears, "that's what my mama says."

The one conversation was enough for Bucky to begin to form new ideas about you as a person. Maybe the Y/N that the media saw and the world knew, wasn't the same behind closed doors. Your parenting of Avery, in just the little bit that Bucky had seen over the course of the day, appeared gentler than anything Bucky would have previously expected from someone with your reputation. He could practically feel the love for you and from you radiating off Avery in that moment.

"Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Can I go play with Becca now?"

Bucky chuckled knowing there wasn't too much time left in recess after the fight and let Avery run to find his daughter, who was still talking Steve's ear off, though the blonde didn't seem to mind too much. When Becca noticed Avery she squealed and the pair ran off to go play near the swings.

The second half of the school day was less eventful than the first and Bucky was able to get through the rest of the first day of school without any more tears from his students. As the day drew to a close he received a call from Steve's office. Ethan's mother Alyssa was apparently "appalled at this behavior and wanted to talk with Becca's parents as soon as possible," Steve had said softly but in a high pitched tone as if he was trying to mock Alyssa. Bucky groaned, he knew that Alyssa could care less about Ethan's feelings or whether he was okay. She was one of the moms that constantly flirted with him whenever he saw her. Ever since he taught Ethan's older brother Alex two years prior. So Bucky told Steve to set up the talk for after school.

When the bell rang, Bucky escorted his car riders to the pick up area and continued with car duty. He could hear Becca before he could see her. He knew what Steve was doing, he was letting her hang out with Avery before she would be reprimanded in front of Ethan and his mother. The second Becca was within arms reach of Avery she was pulling her in for a hug, the smaller girl giggling and reciprocating the affection to her new friend. The sight made Bucky's lips pull up into a grin. He was too busy looking at the girls to hear the tap tap tap of a pair of heels walking on the concrete behind him.

Avery noticed the sound though and practically whirled out of Becca's hold as she ran past Bucky with a loud, "MOMMY!!!"

She let out a huff of air as Avery attacked you in a hug, a huge smile appearing on your face. You pressed a kiss to Avery's hair and Bucky could tell you were about to ask about her day when you were interrupted by a little brown haired, blue eyed girl threw herself at your legs with a hug to rival Avery's. You and Bucky stood there with confused looks on your faces, but you recovered quickly by bending down and introducing yourself to Becca. Bucky heard the usual "Rebecca Dolores Barnes, but I just go by Becca thank you very much," and you responded in kind with "Y/N M/N L/N, but Ms. L/N will do just nicely, it is lovely to meet you Becca."

Bucky swore his heart stopped. It had grown to be too big and popped like a damn balloon. The way you interacted with Becca as if it was the most normal thing ever to have your kid's brand new best friend clinging to your leg. Bucky knew if Steve were out here now that he'd be making some sort of face, probably wiggling his eyebrows. As Becca and Avery told you all about your day, you attempted to subtly look at your smart watch and that's when Bucky intervened.

"Alright, girls. It's time to say goodbye. You'll see each other again tomorrow," he spoke over groans and protests as the girls held each other tighter and said goodbye, Bucky dared to look at you and he wasn't sure if he was just imagining the amused look on your face as you watched him attempt to separate the fast friends.

He was about to say something to you when he was interrupted with a fake breathy, "James, there you are. We're supposed to be going to Mr. Rogers' classroom now," Alyssa, Ethan's mom, stated with a fake doe eyed look as Ethan straggled behind her. Bucky groaned inwardly while Becca cut her eyes in Ethan's direction when she noticed him and Bucky swore he heard her growl? What the fuck is this kid doing, I mean there's no doubting she's mine but we might need to talk about this...after ice cream. Bucky looked at you apologetically for having to cut the reunion short, and again he couldn't read your face completely, you had perfected your poker face, but he could have sworn you looked like you had just sucked on a lemon.

"Avery we have to get going too, Sam is waiting with the car. Becca, it was lovely meeting you, hopefully you and Avery can hang out soon. And thank you for what I'm sure was an interesting day of first grade, Mr. Barnes," you responded with a short nod in his direction and a warm smile at Becca before taking Avery's hand and walking across the parking lot to your waiting car.

Bucky, Becca, Alyssa and Ethan made their way to Steve's classroom. Alyssa talking Bucky's ear off the whole way about how he should be ashamed of Becca's actions, the whole time trying to lay her hand on his forearm until they got to Steve's class. When the door opened Steve looked up from his desk. And Bucky wasn't a mindreader but he got the gist of Steve's thoughts upon seeing Alyssa.

Overall, the conversation went much like Bucky expected it to. Alyssa bitched about the situation, Ethan was over it and ready to go home, Becca looked like she could spit nails at the kid and Bucky kept alternating between gripping the edge of the table and grinding his teeth. Eventually, Becca was forced to apologize to Ethan again and Ethan walked away from the conversation with a smug look on his face that Bucky just wanted to wipe off. Before leaving, Alyssa approached Bucky and said, "you know, we could talk about this a little more over dinner if you want," looking at Bucky through her thick, obviously fake eyelashes.

Her insinuation caused Bucky to scoff and roll his eyes as he gathered Becca and replied, "sorry. Can't do that. Gotta treat this one to ice cream, ready to go kiddo?" Becca broke into a wide grin and squealed as she ran into the hallway, leaving an open mouthed Ethan and a fuming Alyssa behind. "See you at Ellie's, Steve?" Bucky asked, throwing a grin over his shoulder at his best friend who merely shook his head and offered a thumbs up. As the father-daughter duo walked to their car Becca was rambling about her new best friend and the ice cream she was going to get and how it was the best first day of school ever.

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@la-undercover-latina

@jackiehollanderr

@fab-notfat

@galaxy-dusk

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x yn #james bucky barnes #BuckySimp101 #single dad bucky x single mom reader #bucky as a teacher and a single dad? all i ever wanted #teacher!bucky x ceo!reader #teacher bucky barnes

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pricklepearbloom · 3 years ago

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Fic Recs

Hello hello!! Welcome to my fic rec blog post :) You can call me P or Pear. I’m 24 and currently obsessed with A Court of Thorns and Roses and forever obsessed with Marvel. If you think there’s a fic that I NEED to read please drop a comment or a message to me and I will absolutely read it

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

Beefy Lumberjack!Bucky with lots of good good angst and wholesome found family ish.

A World of Our Own by @shreddedparchment

Castaway AU. When I tell you I LOVE this fic. I’ve reread it probably over a dozen times. Reader and Bucky stranded on a deserted island just trying to survive.

Delicate Edges by @wkemeup

Biker!Bucky AU pretty short and it’s very cute. A bit angsty but not enough to make me want to punch my pillow. I love a florist x biker moment so this is good for that.

Love, Theoretically by @mypoisonedvine

Actually a Sebastian Stan AU which I don’t normally go for but I love this fic. A woman gets cheated on and moved to the Hungarian countryside and meets Sebastian the handyman (?Sort of?) who doesn’t speak any English. You’ll need a translator handy for this fic but it’s SO worth it.

Guiding Light by @wkemeup

Not an AU (honestly shocking for me) about the Avenger!reader getting kidnapped on a mission. Simple idea with soooo much angst and hurt/comfort to last you a lifetime. Really well written.

Sunrise by @wkemeup

Modern AU. WarVet!Bucky and Librarian!Reader. I love this story it makes my heart hurt in the best kind of way. Hermit Bucky meets his sunshine awwww.

Looped by @softlybarnes

Established relationship with Bucky. One shot (long one shot though). WONDERFULLY written. It’s about the reader getting stuck in a time loop and forgetting that she was ever in a relationship with Bucky. Angsty and fluffy.

Treacherous by @scrumptious-delusion

Outlaw!Bucky AU. I read this one over and over again. It’s soooo good. The perfect balance of spice and plot/fluff. Bucky is a famous outlaw and he shows up on reader’s farm looking for help. Amazing.

Heart and Soul by @all1e23

An ABO and AU fic. Bucky is a detective and meets his true mate (reader) who is going through with pressing charges against her past Alpha Brock who was abusive. Wonderful little story. Lots of detailed physical abuse situations so be wary if that is something that is triggering!

For the Love of the Game by @pellucid-constellations

CollegeAthlete!Bucky AU. Bucky is a baseball star and tbh I’ve been avoiding reading this one because it’s a college AU and normally I try to avoid those but I’m so glad I caved because this was SOOOOOOOO GOOOOOD. It’s everything you want in a short 7 (I think) part series. Angst, hurt, comfort, fluff, pining all that jazz. Love love love.

Steve Rogers

What a World by @onsunnyside

Tarzan!Steve mini series with some big beefy protective cutie energy. A fav.

Pseudo Princess by @shreddedparchment

I-. This is a LONG monster of a series and I LOVED IT. It’s a Royal AU which I also love. The reader is a peasant that is tasked with marrying King Steven of Broklin. Honestly incredible writing and the plot had me shocked in a couple of places. Some smut and dubcon so be aware of that before reading if that triggers you! LOVELY story. I can’t wait to reread it.

Top Gun Maverick

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

I and Love and You by @halfway-happyyy

So ok. This is a one shot and it fucking wrecked me emotionally. I cried three times during it and took multiple breaks. It’s angst pure and simple. Hangman breaks his girlfriend’s heart. I hate it I love it. I’m punching a pillow that’s all bye.

They All Know, He’s in Love with You by @rolycolysficrecs

One shot soo good. Some fluff some angst because of miscommunication (my favorite). He thinks they have been dating for months and she thinks they’re just fuck buddies. Wonderful!

Bad Habits by @seasonsbloom

Holy shit this mini series was so good. It’s three long long chapters and just wonderfully written. One of the best sex scenes I’ve read yet. It’s about Amelia’s tutor who’s pretty shy? Maybe not like shy shy but she just has a lot of anxiety about things which the author did a great job at depicting. Awesome ending. Angsty, miscommunications, fluff, soft hangman, happy ending I love it.

Outer Range

Rhett Abbott

Branded by @3tabbiesandalab

Sooo cute! A bit of smut which is always a good time. Anti-Maria fic. Reader is Maria’s sister that’s always been pushed aside. It’s written very well and has a second part (love)

Published Book Recs

A Court of Thorns and Roses Series by Sarah J. Maas

Honestly I don’t think this one needs and explanation or a summary. Masterpiece. (Also got me back into reading published books!)

Throne of Glass Series by Sarah J. Maas (our lord and savior)

Again, no words need to be spoken. If you’re unfamiliar with these two series just know that TOG is more action focused and ACOTAR is more romance focused, but both are Fantasy Romance Novels!

Icebreaker by Hannah Grace

Hockey Romance book that has some WONDERFULLY explicit smut. It feels pretty long but you really do get invested in the characters. It deals with some mature themes like eating disorders so readers beware.

A Touch of Darkness by Scarlett St. Clair

It’s a Hades x Persephone book but like an AU not really a retelling. Persephone is a student studying journalism and wants to do an article on the elusive and mysterious club owner, Hades. Has on page smut (helll yeahhh) and honestly surprised me with how much I enjoyed it!

Book Lovers by Emily Henry

Forced proximity who. Not really smutty at all but what was there was pretty well written. An editor and I think a publisher (I honestly don’t remember) end up in the same small town. And they’re rivals! Gotta love a good ole enemies to lovers.

Currently Reading

fics that I love that are in progress

Bucky Barnes

Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd

Zombie apocalypse AU. Only three chapters in so far but honestly sooooo good. I’m really excited to see where this fic goes.

Steve Rogers

Fools Rush In by @ronearoundblindly

It’s a huge series and right now I’m on The Dignity of His Choice which is where Steve fakes his death and doesn’t tell his wife (yikes.) Mega angst and I eat it up.

Bad Habits by @all1e23

A Biker!Steve AU motorcycle club fic that only has a few chapters but I am loving. We all know I’m a slut for a biker moment.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Sugar and Spice by @wombtotombx

Oooooooh it’s so good guys. The enemies to lovers slow burn is killing me. Only three chapters in so far but they are long and I am already just so invested. This is post Maverick mission which is cool, first time I’ve read a fic like that so far. Definitely recommend.

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Grounded “Thunk” by @cherryblossom-enthusiast

Y’all. It’s so gooood. Only three chapters so far and the sexual tension is starting to fry my brain I think. It’s really well written. It’s between Penny’s niece (reader) and Rooster who hits her in the head with a football.

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navegandoaciegas · 4 years ago

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Crybaby

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader (College AU)

Warnings: smut, ass fingering, orgasm denial, humiliation, lots of talks about panties.

Summary: You catch Bucky trying to steal your panties on laundry day.

A/N: this is partly @buckycuddlebuddy ‘s fault tbh. Enjoy some desperate, horny Bucky. Minors DNI.

The timer on the dryer unit you’d occupied went off, signaling that your weekly load of laundry was dry and ready. Bucky cast a nervous glance around the eerily empty room, fingers twitching in the front pocket of his hoodie.

He knew it was wrong, but his laundry was done too (just a coincidence, really, not like he’d wake up at 3 am on a Monday because he knew you did your washing around that time), and you weren’t there yet. You usually retrieved your load in the morning anyways.

Just a peek, he reasoned. Out of curiosity. You wouldn’t even realize they were missing, and if you did you’d chalk it up to the washing machine eating your clothes.

You’d show up to class on Tuesday and sit next to him while he’d be wearing your pretty lace panties and you’d be none the wiser.

Fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about it.

He dug in your laundry, sifting through mascara stained washcloths and an endless amount of oversized t-shirts, until he found what he’d been looking for.

Small, so tiny in fact that he wondered how your lips could fit in them. He groaned -the idea of your pussy hanging out of the material made his cock twitch, and brought the panties to his face, rubbing his nose all over the lace. He’d fantasized of burying his face between your legs all semester long, and this seemed close enough, the closest he could get to you anyways.

They seemed stretchy, and he hoped he could manage to stuff himself inside them.

“Didn’t peg you for a panty sniffer, Barnes.”

The world stilled around him, the ring in his ears so loud that he wondered if you could hear it too.

He was so engrossed in his creeping, that he hadn’t heard the door open and click shut, nor your steps as you walked behind him, or the slight groan that the washing machine behind him emitted when you settled on it, swinging your legs.

Slowly, he turned around, your lace panties still tightly clutched to his chest.

You almost chuckled at the sight of his bulging eyes and gaping mouth. Almost.

“That- it’s not- not how it looks like- I-”

“What, you were gonna fold my laundry for me? How considerate,” you sneered, but the look on your face was far from disgust.

Derision, sure, but not disgust. The mischievous interest in your eyes sent chills down his spine, not necessarily the good kind.

He felt dread settle in his stomach, anticipating whatever consequence his actions would have.

“You do this often?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, naked legs still swinging over the washing machine.

Bucky couldn’t find the words, and honestly the gall, to speak, so he just shook his head vehemently, shuffling on his feet.

“Hm, you like sniffing ‘em?”

He remained unmoving, too humiliated to do anything.

“Oh, I got it,” you beamed, pointing a finger at him and squinting your eyes, “You like touching yourself with pretty panties, hm? Like using them to fuck your dick, and cum all over ‘em?”

He wanted to answer, tell you to fuck off and sprint away to hide in his dorm for the rest of his life, but honestly he deserved this and so much worse. He almost considered dropping out of college entirely, but that glint in your eyes kept him anchored to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, keeping his gaze on his white sneakers, “I-, I promise, I never done it before, I don’t know why-, look I won’t do it again, I swear,” he pleaded, tears pooling in his crystal eyes and threatening to stream down his face.

You cooed, honest to God coeed, a mocking pout on your lips.

You should have left, and reported him, but those pretty tears of his, the tremble in his voice, the stuttered pleas, only served to spur you on, a familiar warmth building up in your core.

“I bet if word got out of this, no one would want to hang around the resident creep anymore. Good luck getting girls then. Although, well, I don’t think you get too many under normal circumstances, do you?” you snorted, “That would be embarrassing, hm? Wouldn’t want that, would you?”

He found himself shaking his head, trying to swallow the lump in his throat to avoid giving you any more reason to mock him.

“It’s your lucky day then, because I have no intention to tell anyone,” you announced, stepping down to lean against the machine, arms crossed over your stomach.

“You- you don’t?” he wondered.

The notion should have elated him, but he felt himself growing more uneasy and confused with the smirk on your face.

“Won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Cross my heart,” you laughed, making a show of placing a hand on your chest.

He eyed you suspiciously. “Why?”

“Where’s the fun in that, Barnes? I wouldn’t enjoy bullying you if I’m not the only one doing it,” you chirped, “That doesn’t mean that my forgiveness should come for free, tho.”

His breath hitched, and you followed his Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down his throat.

You could feel the control in your grasp, panties getting wetter with each one of his tears.

“I’ll do anything,” he swore, and you almost wished he’d fall on his knees and beg.

“Anything you say, huh?” you paused, “Strip,” you commanded, leaning back against the washing machine.

Bucky furrowed his brows and looked up in confusion, then disbelief, finally embarrassment. “Wh- what? But, but what if someone sees, I-”

“Then you better hurry.”

“But I-”

“You fuckin’ heard me the first time.”

He was startled into action, hands hastily pulling at his hoodie and jeans until he was standing in nothing but socks and underwear.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself again.”

He gulped visibly, and hesitated before hooking his fingers around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs.

He blushed harder, ducking his head.

His cock sprung out of his boxers, and the mouthwatering sight of it had you reconsidering Bucky Barnes and all your life choices during this semester.

He was glistening in pre cum, painfully hard and veiny, and definitely thick enough that fitting it inside your cunt would be hard work on both parts. You imagined taking him in your mouth, how you would definitely choke around his girth, and your jaw would be sore for days.

Not today, though. Bad boys did not get that kind of privilege.

You bit your lips, and Bucky fought the impulse to squirm under your intense gaze.

“Something wrong?” he rasped out, praying for the ground to open up and swallow him whole in case you found him too small, too crooked, too hairy.

You snorted, eyebrows raised skeptically. “Yeah, babe, the fact that I haven’t seen you naked before. You been hiding all this,” you eyed his crotch suggestively, “from me all this time?”

“T- thanks,” he stuttered, offering you a small smile, eyes trained on the ground. He tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered when you called him an endearing term, reminding himself that this was all a game to you, a game that he was more than willing to play if it ended up with his cock buried deep inside you.

You sighed then, pondering your thoughts. He was not your usual type, but he was cute in a nerdy way, shy and quiet, and he was packing more than any other man you’d had before.

Plus, this was way too entertaining for you to pass up.

“Wear ‘em.”

Bucky’s head snapped up at the command, but this time he did not hesitate to follow your instructions, a bit too eager as he slid the panties up his thighs.

The shutter of your phone’s camera brought him out of his thoughts, and his eyes widened in horror when he saw you take pictures of him. He trusted you wouldn’t spread them around, but the thrill of danger had him leak more pre cum, wetting a patch on the lace.

“So that’s your deal? You like wearing panties? Didn’t even try to act like you didn’t want to,” you snickered, “What a whore.”

The situation couldn’t get more humiliating, and he couldn’t get more desperate for you.

“Be a good boy, Bucky. Fold the laundry for me, since that’s clearly what you meant to do,” you laughed scornfully, nodding to the basket at your feet.

He walked to you slowly, bending over to pick it up, and yelped when you slapped his ass harshly, the sound bouncing off the walls and shooting straight to his aching cock.

“Cute. Now go, you got something to do and I don’t have all night.”

He sighed, and got to work, unloading each item from the dryer, and folding it neatly.

You eyed the lines of his back, the round globes of his ass, the string of your thong dipping between his cheeks. You almost lost yourself imagining how pretty he would look all scratched and marked before you furrowed your brows, observing the way he folded on of your nicer shirts that you wore on interviews and internships.

“Can’t even fold laundry, look at you,” you tsked, shaking your head, “Try that again, I don’t want to spend more than necessary ironing it.”

He obeyed, without any protest, smoothing the creases he’d created, and continuing with your load, until the dryer was empty and you were satisfied.

“Good job, baby boy,” you praised, beckoning him over.

He got closer, close enough that you could feel the heat emanating from his body. He looked so pretty like that, all teary and obedient.

You wanted to make him yours and ruin him for everybody else.

“You’re a fuckin’ pervert, you know that? A creep and a pervert.”

You saw the way his cock twitched behind your lace at the words, and almost doubled over in laughter.

The night couldn’t get any better.

“Fuck, you really are a pervert. This what you get off to? You imagine me calling you names, degrading you like the bitch you are? You want to be humiliated, don’t you?”

A desperate, pathetic whine escaped his throat, and he felt his knees growing weak with need. He was naked in a public space where everyone could see him, being belittled and humiliated by the girl he’d been pining over, and he was hard as a rock, getting off every word that spilled out of your mouth.

“Well,” you purred, fisting the hair at the back of his neck and tugging harshly, “I think we can arrange that.”

“Yes, yes, please, I want it,” he whimpered, chest heaving, “I want you, I’m your slut, I-, you can do whatever you want to me.”

You almost moaned then, intoxicated by his burning desire.

“Good boy,” you hummed, releasing his hair to stroke his cheekbone, smiling at the way he leaned his head against your palm, letting his eyes flutter shut.

“Remember you can tell me to stop or slow down whenever you want, and I will. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to,” you added more serious, observing his face for any trace of anything but enthusiasm.

When you found none, and he nodded feverishly, you let your hand fall from his cheek to his shoulder, tracing the outlines of his lean muscle.

“Can- can you kiss me, please?” he asked, and he begged so prettily that you could do nothing but humor him, crashing your lips against his.

It was messy, rough. He was sloppy, and from the way he moved against you, you guessed he didn’t have too much experience.

Better, you reasoned. You’d teach him all he needed to know to please you, and you only.

You bit on his bottom lip, and Bucky yelped in surprise, parting his lips.

He tasted like mint on your tongue, and you sighed in content, letting your hands travel down his sides, barely grazing his skin, scratching the hair on his belly.

He shuddered under your touch, goosebumps erupting in your wake.

When you reached his lower stomach, you felt him tense, his breathing getting harder, his tongue more insistent.

He was drooling and crying, you realized, as he snapped his hips against your leg, humping you like a dog.

You broke away from the kiss, catching your breath.

“Look at you, you gettin’ real worked up and I barely even touched you. What are you, a fuckin’ virgin?” you chuckled, playing with the little bow on the front of your panties.

You’d expected him to laugh, or deny, but he just stood there awkwardly, avoiding your gaze,

“I’m not,” he grumbled, avoiding your gaze.

“Then why are you acting like one?” you prodded, but didn’t wait for him to answer, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss.

His hesitant hands groped your breasts, finally gaining the confidence to do more than linger awkwardly on your hips. He twirled your stiff nipples, rubbing his thumbs over them, movements getting more frenzied the closer he got to his release.

He crouched awkwardly to be at your chest level while still pressing his hips onto you, and tugged your loose tank top down, moaning at the sight of your tits.

“Go on baby, suck on my tits.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement to assault your nipples, latching his mouth onto one of them, and suckling. You wondered if he’d ever even touched a pair of boobs before, but his ministrations were working either way, making your walls clamp down on nothing.

You finally grasped him in your hand, his cock heavy and throbbing in your palm as you stroked him lazily, spurred on by his little whimpers.

His whole body quivered when you ran your thumb over his slit, and you marvelled at his sensitivity.

“You like it when I touch you like this, baby?” you moaned in his ear, “I bet you do, I bet you could cum already just from this. Just a handjob, like the pathetic little boy you are, hm?”

He released your tits with a wet pop, and rose to full height again, resting his forehead on yours.

“Yes, yes, please,” he sobbed, “please, princess, more.”

You complied, doubling your efforts. He inhaled sharply when you added your other hand and began twisting both your wrists in opposite directions.

“You want your princess to suck your dick, baby? Want me to get on my knees and take you in my mouth?”

He nodded against you, grinding his hard cock against your hand, desperate to chase his release.

“Or maybe you want your princess’ pretty pussy? You want to fill me with your fat cock and stuff me full of your filthy cum, don’t you?”

He began blabbering, breathing harder, sloppily snapping his hips. He had a look of pure bliss on his face, his eyes shut tightly, mouth hung open and a layer of sweat coating his forehead.

You could feel him grow and throb in your hand, and just before he was about to reach his high, you stopped your hands.

His eyes shot open and he opened and closed his mouth to protest, but you gave him no time, fisting his hair and slamming him against the washer, bending him over the cold surface.

“What, you thought I’d catch you stealing my panties and I’d let that go?” you tutted, bending over him, pressing your front to his back, whispering in his ear “Bad boys need to be punished, don’t you agree?”

A choking sound escaped his parted lips, and you giggled against his skin, licking a strip behind his neck.

You let your hands wander down the expanse of his back, settling on the waistband of your panties. You indulged yourself again, slapping his ass because you liked how it jiggled and how Bucky whined.

“You have a nice ass, you know,” you mused, slouching back to get a good vision of it, “You ever had anyone stick anything up there?”

“W-what?” he sputtered, crooning his head to look at you, “N-no, never.”

“Cute.”

He squirmed in embarrassment when you spread his cheeks, groaning when he felt your spit drip down on him. You massaged a finger around his rim, your hand coated in your spit and his pre cum.

“Relax, I’ll make you feel really good, promise.”

You gradually felt his muscles relax under your touch as you soothingly ran a hand down his back and kept whispering calming, sweet nothings in his ear.

Then, you dipped a finger past the rim.

“See, not that bad, huh?” you smiled, working your finger inside him, caressing his walls.

You nipped the skin of his back, peppering his muscles with fluttering kisses, grazing your teeth over his column.

You dipped another in, and Bucky hissed, wiggling his legs.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you shushed him, “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

He preened under your praise, and you began scissoring your fingers inside his ass, working him open and looking for the spot you knew would make him beg for more.

The heat between your legs was almost unbearable, your pussy desperate to be stuffed full of his cock.

You loved how pliant Bucky was being, obedient and submissive in your grasp. You noticed the tears that hadn’t stopped streaming down his face, and huffed a laugh.

“A pervert, a slut, and a fuckin’ crybaby, aren’t you?” you mumbled, a genuine smile tugging at your lips.

“Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, holding onto the washing machine for dear life, tongue lolling out of his mouth, drool dripping down his chin, making it known that you’d found what you’d been looking for.

“Yes, fuck, please princess, gimme more,” he begged, overwhelmed with a pleasure like he’d never experienced before.

He felt like a fire had been lit in his lower belly, and it was spreading to every limb, encompassing him whole.

You grasped his cock in one of your hands while your fingers kept pummeling into his ass, feeling the rim clench around you and his cock pulsate.

You thought you could cum from his beautiful sounds alone, and you kept going until you were sure he was on the verge of a mind shattering orgasm.

Then, you stopped again, and this time Bucky sobbed, blabbering and wailing, begging you.

“Please princess, I’ll do anything, just please let me cum, please, please,” he continued, shamelessly bucking his hips against nothing.

You released his cock and pulled your fingers out of his ass, cleaning the fluids against his panties.

“You’re so fuckin’ pathetic, begging like that,” you mocked him, retrieving your phone from the pocket of your shorts.

You snapped a couple of photos of him bent over the washing machine, pent up and debauched. His balls hung from the lace of your panties, and you made sure to zero on his tear stained face.

“So pretty, my pretty crybaby,” you cooed, helping him stand up again.

He fell on his knees, clutching the hem of your t-shirt.

“Please, you can’t leave me like this, I-, please,” he blabbered.

You committed the image to memory, knowing you’d see it again soon.

You could see it in his eyes how hooked he was to you.

“Baby, bad boys don’t get to cum, do they? You can’t go around stealing people’s laundry,” you tutted, lightly slapping his cheek, “You deserve some punishment, don’t you agree?”

He hesitantly nodded, slumping down on his shins. You grasped his chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.

“You got to bed now, no touching, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll know if you disobeyed, and trust me, you don’t want to know what’s gonna happen if you did.”

You smiled, and took a few steps back to retrieve your basket, leaving him to catch his breath on the floor.

“See you tomorrow at 4 pm, you know where my dorm is,” you chirped despite your own neglected arousal, sauntering to the door, “Get dressed before someone comes in, you wouldn’t want to see how much of a pervert you are, right?”

He shook his head, agreeing with you despite the sobs that silently shook through his body.

“Good boy,” you purred, hand twisting the knob. You paused, and threw him a look over yourself, “Oh, and thank you for the laundry.”

I hope you liked this! Please leave some feedback if you can! ❤️

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you

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sarahsblog · 3 years ago

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-Hate turned upside down-

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Aj (my best friend)-follow them @tfw-tajaaa

part 1 of (tbh idk, probably just 1 part and I never finish this :)

Word Count:650

Summary: After going through the trauma that you went through after discovering Russian spies underneath your town's beloved mall, and getting drugged, and then almost dying, you were hoping to have a calm senior year, but that plan was turned upside down.

Warnings:None, Graphic Words.

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"Henderson, what are you doing??" Aj yelled when Dustin came running into Blockbuster and knocking off the dvd's that Aj had strategically placed on the counter to make them look pretty,

"Yeah you know Eddie Munson, and how Chrissy's body was found in his uncle's trailer?? yeah well he ran away and we're trying to find him so we can prove his innocence." Dustin said.

Aj did remember Eddie, they had some classes together junior year and she thought he was kind've cute and he always tried to make small talk but she'd tell him to "fuck off" because she likes not failing,. it made him stop talking to her, even though he thought she was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen at that school, he had begun to put up a facade whenever she was around that made her think he hated her.

"Okay? and what about him? why do you need to prove his innocence? he obviously had something to do with it." Aj replied to him.

"No he didn't, i know he didn't, I-I just want to make sure everything's okay and to hear what actually happened." Dustin said

After 5 minutes of searching for who "Reefer Rick" is, they narrowed it down and found out who he was, so they left the shop and headed out towards where he lived.

Aj had pulled their flashlight out and stayed behind the rest of the gang, she moved it around to see if there was anything beside the house or behind it, when she moved it to the left she saw a barn.

"hey guys... I think there's something back out there." Aj whispered cautiously.

The rest of her best friends came down beside her and they all pointed their flashlights at the barn.

"Oh shit-" Steve said.

They walked down there and Dustin kept stepping on sticks and making noise, which made Steve punch him and tell him to shut up.

They opened the door to the barn and Dustin was talking out loud as if Eddie was in there

"Eddie...if you're in here you can come out, it's Dustin, from Hellfire.." he kept saying and reassuring himself that he was in the barn, hopefully alive.

Steve walked over to the hanging boat that had the tarp over it and Eddie himself popped out and pressed a broken bottle against Steve's neck,

"oh my god, okay, um hey let's play nice right??" Steve said while gasping for air and also trying not to get his neck sliced.

"Eddie, Eddie, its Dustin from school remember? I'm in the Hellfire club with Mike and Lucas."

Eddie turned to look at Dustin and his eyes met yours, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel a spark or something that ignited in you like a fire.

"Yeah Eddie, I'm right here, Steve's cool, okay? So you can just put the glass down." Dustin said

He slowly put it down while staring at me and he let go of Steve.

"hey, um, what're you doing here?" Eddie said

Aj felt sad for him, he looked tired, sad, and scared.

"well, we're looking for you and the cops are looking for you, but we know you didn't do it." Dustin answered him.

(I had to stop so I could sleep lol)(Also if this like goes viral, um it wasn't meant to considering only 130 ppl follow me and they're probably all bots, but if it does, I'm so sorry, I've just had a writers block so).

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #stranger things #season 4 #vecna's curse

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spiltscribbles · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Pro Athlete Sirius because that my and Remus' kink

~Notes: OMFG VICTOrIA!!!! I FUCKING SCREECHED!!!! lkadfjlaksdgjoiaejfalskdgjioeugisfkldshg Yes tis my kink as well!!! And then I saw this from Nonny and worlds collided and BOOM! I hope you like this my love<3<3 You incredibly talented sugarplum!!! TBH I want to write a thousand more things in this AU XD

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When Remus was young— surrounded by the light breeze of the Welsh coast and the harmony of birds chirping in the distance— he would follow his mother to their small garden behind their cottage at the cusp of twilight as his father cooked their supper, and he’d watch as she laid flat all sorts of newspapers written in French and Arabic and English, watch as she brought her red pen against the ink and marked the articles with underlines and shorthand he wouldn’t understand for years still.

He asked her once, when he was barely eight years old, why she bothered to keep up with so many different publications, why she read the same story penned by countless perspectives when all the facts stayed the same at the end of the day. And he remembers how she had let out a quick, shrill of a laugh, tossing back her golden head while sucking in a puff from the bubbling hookah she had set up besides her— a habit she acquired from her Algerian, refugee parents, and one that became synonymous to those late nights in Remus’s eyes.

“Facts can be wielded to someone’s personal vendettas, Remus John,” she had crooned in that adoring way of hers whenever she spoke to him— honey eyes that were the same color and shape to Remus’s own flashing alight and their matching smiles going crooked in her stunningly beautiful face.

“Oh.” Remus had replied, still confused as all get out but was perfectly fine with just holding his small vigil, watching her beneath moonlight and the soft glow of their outdoors lamps, as he listened to the shuffling of papers while she commenced this odd quirk.

It’s a decade and a half later— as his editor for the Phoenix, a small, but bustling online editorial that plans on dethroning the likes of Politico and Vox in only a matter of years, scans his latest findings on the corrupt boosters linked to MP Avery from Leeds— when Remus thinks he suddenly understands what his mother, with her keen eyes and pixelated air, had meant by facts in how they can be colored differently simply by the words surrounding them. And he wonders if one day soon, one of his bylines will join her little stack of stories, if she’ll be proud of him even if she says as much even now, when he’s a lost twenty-something stumbling through life in the capitol and barely making it as is, between his actual job and the gig he has at the coffee shop nearest his dingy flat he shares with three other blokes.

“Mmm, this is good, Lupin,” Dorcas declares after what feels like an eon, dropping her long, dark legs from where they were lounging leisurely on her desk and scuffs out her cigarette in a pretty, glass ashtray. “Send it over to Flores to look into deeper, maybe it’ll corroborate the info she’s already gotten from her sources.”

Remus feels himself bristle, hopes that it doesn’t show, that his face stays passive as he contends, “I think I should at least help her write the expose, I’m the one who got this bombshell.”

“That’s not how it works, sweets,” Dorcas toots, tossing back her dark head of curls as she rises, perching on the corner of her desk delicately and looking down, straight into his gaze. “I know it’s frustrating, but you’re fresh blood. barely six months here, but Alice has been with us for years. This is her baby, and we’re just here to nurture it.”

“So I’ll have to wait another ten months, at least, to get the same treatment?” He argues in an admittedly petulant way, making Dorcas laugh endearingly, and Remus is suddenly, searingly reminded of his age, and how he’s the youngest staffer that this London based news outlet has on hand.

“C’mon, love, it won’t be that long for someone as sharp as you, just be patient, and don’t try to pull a Zoe Barnes on us, yeah? You’re far too pretty to clean up on the rails of the tube.” Dorcas tousles a hand into his dark tawny curls, and Remus holds back the roll to his eyes that he feels willing up inside of him as he stands fully.

“Thanks Cas.”

She smiles beatifically, and throws him a wink. “You’re joining Emmy for the report tomorrow on those United footballers and their fundraiser for the hospital, yeah?”

“Bright and early,” Remus replies, still feels a bit miffed that he was chosen to write up the charity function, considering he doesn’t know a lick about football and doesn’t really get on with anyone who does. But Caradoc— their typical sports reporter— is out sick with the flew, so it’s on him. “I’ll have it on your desk early enough so it’ll be published by tea time.”

“Good man,” Dorcas says in thanks, picking up her crowing cellphone before waving him off.

Remus isn’t all that surprised when he strides out of the office only to find Benjy Fenwick sitting against the opposite wall, knees pressed to his chest and quickly scrambling up when he catches sight of Remus. Sometimes it’s impossible to believe that the bespectacled man in front of him is one of the top editors for the Phoenix, that he’s a regular corespondent for places like the BBC or CNN— that his rebukes against the piss poor inquiries waged during PMQs have become more anticipated than the sessions themselves. Remus tends to forget all of that when he sees him like this, messy haired and wearing a graphic T-shirt with some marvel superhero embossed on the front. “Wotcher Remus.”

“Hiya Remus says, smiling softly and rocking back on his heels. “You wanted to talk to the sergeant then?”

“Huh? Oh, no, no. I didn’t want to talk to Dorcas, I just— Erm, I know you were showing her that stuff you got from that intern, Pettigrew, and i know you were chafed about not getting any opportunity here so—“ He trails off, scratching the back of his head and studying a point over Remus’s shoulder, and it’s all too endearing, and Remus is so beyond thankful he’s made such a good friend here.

“No cigar,” he says in answer to the unspoken question, shrugging noncommittally even if he feels like shit over it.

Benjy nods, face contrite in a way that tells Remus he never thought it would’ve went otherwise. “I’m sorry, that’s bollocks.”

“’S whatever,” Remus shrugs off the apology, begins walking down the hall and straightening his report to hand over to Alice.

“Ah,, erm. We can get a drink, yeah? In commiseration,” Benjy offers, and Remus stilts only for a beat before continuing the twisting trail to where Alice is set up with the more senior members on staff. And he feels only sorta bad about wanting to refuse. He knows that if he says yes, it’ll mean something different to Benjy than it does him, that he’ll probably take it as Remus finally giving into his pestering and deciding to actually go out with him, even if he’s refuted the other four times he’s asked as much. Remus’s simply just too busy trying to get a footing in this city, and trying to figure out where he’s suppose to go from here, and what he’s suppose to do. And yes, Benjy is cute— a complete Seth Cohen archetype. And he’s sweet and smart and funny enough. But Remus is really not in the mood for doing the whole flowers and wine and candle lit dinners shtick, had gotten enough of that while still with his university boyfriend. And yeah, he’s only just turned 24, but he already feels too old and too jaded for that sort of puppy love— even if Benjy’s got a good decade and some change on him.

Probably sensing his hesitation, Benjy is quick to rectify the offer. “I’ll ask Mary, and Fabian too, and a few others. We can make a night of it, just some drinks on a Friday after work.”

Stalling by the last turn to Alice’s desk, Remus looks at him from over his shoulder, and sort of hates himself for being such a soft hearted fuck sometimes. “Yeah Benj, sounds nice. Just let me know on the group chat, yeah?”

Benjy grins, much more genuine than his awkward quirk of the lips from earlier. “Yeah, good call, I’ll let the others know pronto.”

“Aces,” Remus says, tosses him a obligatory thumbs-up before finding an expectant looking Alice who’s tapping her foot impatiently.

Yeah, today is so bloody shit.

Surprisingly, the round of drinks turns to another and then a third and fourth and Remus is currently nursing his fifth mango margarita on Benjy’s tab, and he actually feels lighter than he has since taking the job at Phoenix, feels bright and bubbling and like absolutely nothing could be wrong as long as he’s got this drink in his grasp and he’s sitting with the handful of reporters and photographers from the office that don’t all have sticks up their asses. It’s fun, it’s good. So obviously it couldn’t have lasted.

Mary is currently cackling about her Uber driver from last night who asked her all sorts of well meaning, but incredibly dense questions about her hijab— a freshly poured glass of coke in one hand, while the other is tangled into her girlfriend Emmy’s. And From his left Remus can hear Fabian ribbing Frank on his crush on Alice, while Benjy scoots intermittently closer as they watch Kingsley and Marlene sparring over something to do with a Kardashian or TikTok trend or whatever the fuck else— The guy has resilience, Remus has to give Benjy that.

“Right, who’s buying next?” Marlene asks, abrasive as ever while scrolling through her phone, ostensively finding something to prove her point against the managing editor.

“Reckon it’s my turn,” Benjy crows, standing up smoothly and glancing down at Remus with a nervous sort of half grin.

“Just a water for me, ta. I need to sober up,” Remus tells him, feels proud that he didn’t even slur slightly. Benjy bobs his head understandingly, and Remus turns to ask Marlene about her latest tinder hookup which always is a good laugh, but then he catches on it. On the sound of the pub’s doors flinging open, followed by a raucous crowd of athletic looking guys probably only a bit older than he is, clambering indoors.

They’re all so very sixth-form, broad grins and slapping each other’s shoulders with jeers, topped off with loud, bark like laughter that makes it obvious to Remus that these wankers think that they’re some sort of group of gods amongst men, roaming around like everyone should fall to their feet and offer everything they have. It makes Remus roll his eyes so far back that it feels like he might’ve sprained them. They just give off this exhausting aura that reminds him of a past boyfriend in tenth year who was on the footie team and who’s favorite activity was either making Remus feel lucky enough to go out with someone so popular, or dragging him around like some sort of bloody trophy.

To put it nicely, Remus sorta hates them on sight. So when he sees one of the tossers— regrettably the brightest of the lot who’s all pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste in an objectively infuriating matter— swivels up to the barkeep and jostles Benjy on his way, well Remus doesn’t hesitate to dart forwards to tell him off.

“Oi, watch where you’re going, yeah?”

Benjy and the bloke who looks like he might moonlight as a model for Calvin briefs for when he’s not lounging in a yacht off the Tuscany coast, both turn to him at the same time. Benjy looking abashed, and the aforementioned tosser preening like the cat who’s just caught a canary.

“Sorry, love. Didn’t see you there,” he says in a delightfully deep tenner, giving Remus an appreciative once over, and Remus absolutely despises how the action makes him feel both thrilled and irritated. “Trust and believe, I wouldn’t have looked away if I saw you.”

“Not me, arse.” Remus spits back, refuses to pay any credence to how his cheeks have begun to flush. “You bumped into my mate right there, the one with the tray of loggers.”

The tosser darts his almost molten gray eyes over to Benjy for a sparing second before he laser focusses back onto Remus, the most phony expression of contrition all over his face. “Sorry to your friend,” he says the descriptor like a joke that no one else is in on. “Let me buy you a drink in sorry for the one I made slim here spill.”

Remus is officially unimpressed, hopes that his flat tone gets it across. “You’re an arse.”

“You’re mouthy,” he retorts, looks like it’s something he greatly appreciates— delights over even.

“Ah, ’s fine Remus, really. I’ll just bring these back and get us a new glass.”

“Listen to slim, Remus, he’s got the right idea.” The tosser hurriedly interjects, strutting close enough to him that he makes it so Remus has to tip his head back just slightly so not to drop his gaze. “I’m Black, Sirius Black, just to get the pleasantries out of the way.” His leer tells Remus that the name should probably evoke some response of aw into Remus, but all it does is make him sound so egregiously pretentious that Remus wants to smack his own bloody head against a dry wall and stay in the hole until this ruddy Sirius bloke leaves him the hell alone.

“Good for you,” he says instead of all of that, and spots Sirius’s friends from behind Sirius chuckling and elbowing one another. Evidently this is a line the tosser uses frequently, and Remus is pleased that he might be one of the first who aren’t at all impressed by the grandiose way he introduced himself.

“Hah, you know I’m use to the pretty ones playing hard to get, but I’m really feeling here that you’re not exactly liking my company, love.”

Remus sucks in a frustrated breath through his nose, shouldering past Sirius and taking the tray of drinks from Benjy before storming back to their table where the others have begun openly gawping at the scene— Marlene outright squawking with Fabian just as Remus takes his seat.

“Don’t,” Remus warns them all as he silently says fuck off to the water and instead gargles down one of the loggers. And if he has to steadfastly not turn around for the rest of the night towards where he can feel Sirius’s gaze burning into his back— well then so be it.

The next morning, Remus has to puke twice into the toilet, and gulps down three aspirins just to stave off his bloody hangover from the night before where he decided that getting properly sloshed would prove as a good technique to not end up making out with Sirius in some dark corner— or regrettably the backseat of his car. And if he does still remember flashes of ranting to him about how insufferable preppy, rich boys actually are while Sirius gazed at him endeared— well Remus just decides to purge it out along with the stomach acid. It’s not like he’ll ever see the douche again.

He meets Arthur— one of the accountants who also helps out by taking photos for more low key news stories— outside the hospital where the conference will be taking place with the Manchester United team. There was a scrimmage that they all played with some of the kids in the cancer ward that occurred at around eight in the ruddy morning, but thankfully Remus didn’t have to show up until an hour later when the team presented their big shiny check, to the big, shiny hospital.

However, Arthur has been here for hours, so he’s beyond chirpy and looks like he’s downed three cups of espresso as he chatters on about his son Percy starting secondary school, and his eldest, Bill, getting an award for his reading prowess, and all the strange craving his wife has been having throughout her pregnancy with the twins they’re expecting any week now. And Remus loves Arthur, he does— one of the sweetest folks he’s ever met— but God, his head is still thrumming from those misguided tequila shots and he really just wants to get his three quotes, and write up the story so he can find refuge back in his sheets.

While Arthur has moved to talking about his wife, Molly’s, plans to open up a daycare in their refurnished garage, Remus scans his eyes over the familiar face of reporters from other outlets who look just as bored as him, and then to the stage where a woman in a sharply pressed suit is ushering for the group of football stars to join her, so that the conference can finally fucking begin.

And Remus thinks that their faces are sorta familiar, probably from all the publicity they get on the telly— but then he freezes as he stops at one of them with dark brown skin, and thick rimmed spectacles— and he suddenly can hear him chatting about his redheaded girlfriend and drunkenly declaring that she’ll be the mother of his children some day soon. So he completely expects it when his stomach drops as he moves his glance just a bit to the right, being struck by pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste, made all the more infuriating by the tight kit he’s got on and the blazing number twelve splayed against his chest.

And fuck.

Remus runs through about a dozen scenarios in which he can make a discrete, or not so discrete exit before he notices him, but in tandem to his spiraling thoughts, the wanker actually looks forwards, and like a creepy metal detector, his quick silver gaze pinpoints onto Remus.

They stare at one another for a beat before his smirk goes wolfish, and he runs a hand through his artfully tousled hair in a way that practically screams, fancy meeting you here. And holy fuck he looks so mouth watteringly attractive with that faint film of sweat running down his neck, and how his smile pulls slightly more to the left, and how he’s looking at Remus like he’s his birthday and Christmas presents all rolled into one.

Remus suddenly hates everything— but most of all hates Sirius, and how bloody fit he is.

“Oh, you’re a fan then?”

Starting, Remus shifts around slightly so that he’s facing Arthur completely. “Pardon?”

“Sirius Black I mean, you’re a fan?” Arthur asks in that abrasively congenial and intensely scrutinizing way that he treats everything. “I mean he’s a great player, but I know you don’t really watch. So I bet it’s all that charity work he does, yeah?”

“Charity work?” Remus echos, feeling like a floundering fish.

“Truly some amazing stuff.” Arthur pontificates, rubbing a hand against his jaw as he tips his head back. “I mean obviously I’m partial to the fundraising for Reporters Without Borders, but of course the things he does with the more impoverished kids is great. And I know Molly likes his very outspoken posts about being anti war and his annual live streams to earn money for refugees in those war torn nations, like the last one he did for Syria?”

“Oh—“ Remus says, feeling like his head is being overrun by a fountain of new information.

“Yes well, you don’t usually see athletes get into the thick of it with political issues, but I reckon he never really minded. I mean the fact he’s the first football star from United to have come out without any fanfare really proved that. Oh, I think they’re starting, I should probably get some photos before Dorcas gives me a tongue lashing.”

And as quick as the flash of his camera’s lends, Arthur is using his considerable height to get to a more advantageous spot towards the front, and leaves Remus in the dust, as if he hasn’t just obliterated his every assumption of Sirius from after that initial meeting.

And unbidden, the words his mother had told him so many years ago, about facts and how they can color a situation just simply based off the person who’s speaking them— flood to the forefront of his mind.

“Fucking hell,” Remus mutters lowly, gets jostled by Greengrass, a hawkish reporter from a rivaling publication who always has on the most wickedly sharp acrylic nails, and perfectly quaffed curls— as she waves around her certification to speak her inquiry.

“My question is for Potter,” she announces when the woman leading the event, McGonagall, points her way. “And I was wondering how early you boys have to rise for training during the season? And how intense the sessions are that Coach Hooch puts you guys through?”

Potter, the one with the redheaded girlfriend that Remus heard so much about last night between his ranting at Sirius, parts his lips, but it’s not his voice that ends up reverberating through the outdoors space. Instead, it’s Sirius, who’s shouldering him with a goading air, obviously expecting his comment to have only ended up in Potter’s ear and not caught by the mike.

“I wonder if Lupin will let me wake up with’m so he can let me get some real training done before practices, eh?”

And just as soon as his words pitter off, the entire crowd drops to a hush— quiet enough so that they could probably hear it if a pen dropped.

Sirius’s handsome face— strong jawline, and broad but sharp cheekbones, and a long, narrow nose— goes suddenly ashen, and he flashes over to Remus as if he’s terrified that he’ll bite his face off.

God, what an idiot.

With a long suffering sigh, Remus plucks out the microphone from a slack faced Greengrass’s hand. “We can discuss the regimen afterwards, Black. Just meet me by the front doors and let your mate answer the bloody question.”

Everyone around them falls into laughter that’s caught between uncomfortable chuckles and amazingly amused cackling, but the only person Remus is paying any mind is Sirius, and how he seems to have gone absolutely incandescent, nodding electrically before miming the zip of his lips and gesturing for Potter to carry on.

Jesus help him, Remus has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.

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Fic Recs~

So my last post of Fic Recs was pretty popular, and I wanted to do another to continue giving shout outs to fics I love and the amazing authors and creators! I may consider making this a continuous thing, maybe biweekly?

**Also some of these stories are for audiences 18+, so if you are underage, please follow the guidelines set by the authors.**

Star Wars:

Sweaty Hands, Reluctant Hearts by @221bshrlocked : (Mando x reader, Angst & Smut.) The fact that Mando has a breeding kink isn't shocking to anyone, also showing Cobb Vanth who's boss

It Was the Kid's Idea by @the-witty-pen-name : (Mando x Reader, ft. Grogu. 100% fluff. Tooth-rotting sweetness!) I love the idea of Grogu making a bunch of valentines and him being absolutely covered in glitter!

Boba Fett seggzy Alphabet by @pedroepascal : (Boba Fett x reader) I mean Boba Fett + seggzy scenarios, what more could a gal want?

He is Yours by @just-iimagine (Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader) I live for the idea of Obi Wan as a dad.

Dar'manda by @talesfromtheguild (Mando x Reader) A different take on breaking Din's creed.

Marvel:

F*ck, Marry, Kill by @buckysmischief : (Avengers x platonic reader) This was great! We all know we would love to play this with the Avengers.

The Wedding Date by @river-soul : (Bucky Barnes x Reader) We love a good fake boyfriend story.

Love Potion Number Nine by @iliveiloveiwrite (Bucky x reader, peter parker x reader) This was adorable. I love that Peter was scared of Bucky.

True Love by @trillian-anders (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Who doesn't love the idea of stripper Bucky?

DC:

For Later by @mermaidxatxheart (Arthur Curry x Reader) This one is HOT.

Here Right Now by @221bshrlocked (Bruce Wayne x Reader) who doesn't love the idea of a one night stand with Batman himself?

Pushin' Me Away by @thebigbadbatswife (Bruce Wayne x Reader) I feel like Bruce always seems to almost self sabotage.

Kingsman:

The Thunder Rolls by @reevesdriver (Agent Whiskey x Reader) Oof. This one hurt, not gonna lie.

Bridgerton:

I Wonder What Its Like To Be Loved By You by @iliveiloveiwrite (Benedict Bridgerton x reader) TBH Benny is my fave Bridgerton brother.

To Have and To Hold by @regencyslxt (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader) We love a good wedding!

Game of Thrones:

The Bastard and The Prince by @just-iimagine (Oberyn Martell x Reader) I can't wait reading the rest of this series!

The Red Viper and The Honeybee by @sunflowerheartsandstarryskies (Oberyn Martell x Reader Bridgerton AU) This was super cute! Not to mention the Bridgerton AU.

The Devil All The Time:

**Fair warning- most all of the fics I read from this fandom are all dark! or noncon, so read at your own risk.**

Final Warning by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader) Obviously Lee would stop at nothing to get what he wants.

Rainy Night in Meade by @slothspaghettiwrites (Lee Bodecker x Reader) This one is a soft!Lee, and it's absolutely sweet!

Summer Break(down) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (Dark!Lee Bodecker x reader) We love a good revenge plot!

That's all for now, I will continue to post fic recs as I go, I am thinking of doing them bi-weekly!

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hello my love do you still need prompts for your all american roadtrip? Cause 17 would be really cute (maybe with And Tango Makes Three? bc gay penguins just screams Sam tbh)! Or 14 could be really cool if Sam's stocking the boys' bathrooms too for schools that don't have a gn option. (Are you into Trans!Sam or Trans!Bucky? guess I've never asked!) OH WAIT 14 was requested pfft thanks for tuning in to this live action ask as I stumble thru your archive 🙊💙

BEEEEEE, Thank you for the prompt! ❤️ (for the last prompt and this prompt, tbh 😂 ) And Tango Makes Three is so cute omg HOW COULD I NOT USE IT? 😆 Anyways, I hope you enjoy the drabble! 🥰

Captain 4 of 7: The Reading Captain

| 3 | Prompts | 5 |

"I think this is the right park?" said Bucky, slowing the rental car down as they turned.

"I think you're right," said Sam, seeing a group of very young children crowded near someone with a big picture book in her hand.

Sam and Bucky had heard a rumor that there was a Captain America visiting all the parks in Salt Lake City, Utah and reading queer children's books to any kid who wanted to listen. This Captain America would even drive to the park in a Captain America-themed bookmobile and give out free reading (and got books in return sometimes).

Sam and Bucky stepped out of their car, watching the crowd this Captain America had, the groups of kids waiting their turn to get something at the bookmobile from what Sam assumed was this Captain America's granddaughter dressed in a pretty well made White Wolf outfit.

"Let's say hi to the White Wolf first, Sam," said Bucky, grinning.

Sam snorted.

"Sure. Cap is busy reading anyways. Don't want to disturb her," said Sam as the two of them walked casually to the Captain America Bookmobile.

" - Roy and Silo taught Tango how to sing for them when she was hungry. They fed her food from their beaks," said this Captain America as Sam watched her reading And Tango Makes Three to the children, a big smile on her face, "They snuggled her in their nest at night. Tango was the first penguin in the zoo to have two daddies."

There were kids from elementary school to college in line at the bookmobile, all gaping and making room for Sam and Bucky as they walked to the teen girl in the White Wolf outfit.

The granddaughter almost dropped the iPad she was using to keep track of books.

"You're... Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes... My granny loves you," said the girl as she placed out a "Be Back in Five Minutes" sign and hopped over the counter, "Granny! Look who showed up!"

This Captain America turned her wheelchair around to see them and gasped, screeching excitedly.

"Captain America! Oh, you are as handsome in person as you are on the television," said this Captain America, Sam coming to her since he didn't want to take her away from her adoring audience who seemed to be agreeing with her like they, the preschoolers, were part of her bridge club and had spoken thoroughly with her on this subject, "Give me a hug and tell me - are the muscles inflatable or real? Because my friend Moreen. She said on Sunday during bingo that you accentuate them. Like the booties in the ClipClops."

"TikToks, Granny," said her granddaughter as Sam bent over to hug this Captain America, "And he's not wearing TikTok Leggings on his arms. That's not the right texture."

"I see you have quite the operation here, Cap," said Sam, grinning down at her.

"Aww, thank you. I do what I can. Was an educator for fifty years before I retired and got bored. When I saw you reading Julián at the Wedding, well, I was inspired to do this," said this Captain America.

"Nana would have been here too, but she has her walking group right now," said the granddaughter.

"Is there anything we could do to help you?" asked Sam curiously.

This Captain America shrugged.

"Dear, it is just wonderful to get to meet you in person," said this Captain America, patting Sam's hand.

"Well, what about we donate more books to your library?" said Sam, "And fund any other books you want to purchase. I... I didn't grow up with a lot of representation. It's good to read something and see yourself in it, you know?"

This Captain America grinned.

"Do I ever know," said this Captain America, "We would love that, thank you. Now. Would you like to help me finish And Tango Makes Three?"

"I would be honored," said Sam, kneeling next to her.

"What page was I on again?" she asked the crowd, getting a flurry of answers that were all completely different.

Sam grinned at that. Because there should be more of these out there. More of this. And he was so happy that one of the Captain Americas made this a reality.

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This series is being made to celebrate the anniversary of TFATWS. It’s loosely inspired by The United States of Captain America miniseries. Click here to see the upcoming prompts I’ll be doing!

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