#the Scott stans on this site are WILD

[squidsinashirt]

Hey, I didn’t say anything about the smell! I just said he needs to use a whole tub at a time because of the speed his crazy ‘bird goes at!

I happen to quite like it. Not as nice as mine obviously mine is sea salt but it’s better than Alan’s Lynx Africa cloud of stink that follows him about.

You try sitting in Three with him after he’s bought a new can and gelled his hair.

@scramjettracy I don’t thinks she’s recovered from that little dig in the sludge. My poor baby ‘bird…

Evening swim abandoned but views from the office, right?

Chasing the sun tonight and wingman’ing for the big guy 💪🏻 @ilikebigshipsandicannotlie

[queen-of-the-avengers]

When You Know, You Know

Characters: Sebastian Stan x Suzanne Annucci (second person; you; you’re)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: romantic fluff, sex, unprotected sex, oral (fem!recieving), slow sex

Summary: You’re officially not in renal failure anymore, so you decide to celebrate with Sebastian just by being by his side and living your life. Six months down the line, and you get to experience life greatest gifts, now that you’re not dying anymore.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Author’s Note: This is the fifth part of seven parts of the commission for @sea040561​.

You’ve been away from the hospital for so long now, you forget how a doctor’s hands feel. Dr. Patterson’s hands are ice cold as they poke around the incision site to see if it’s properly healed or not. You’ve been going on for six months with your new kidney, and you couldn’t have been happier about it. After he checks you, he checks Sebastian’s wound, and he pulls away with a bright smile.

“I can officially say it’s a likely chance you’ll never have to do a dialysis session ever again.”

A wave of tears overcome you, and you put a hand to your mouth. You’ve waited so long for a doctor to tell you that. Sebastian knows how overwhelming this is, so all he does is rub your back in a comforting way.

“Your kidney is working perfectly. Sebastian must have been a perfect match,” he chuckles.

“He was,” you whimper happily.

“As for you, Sebastian, your incision site is healing quite nicely. I’d like to do a follow-up in another six months. After that, you’ll only come in if it starts to bother you or if you get sick.”

“Yes, sir,” Sebastian nods.

“Just make sure you’re taking all the medication, and I’d like for you to still record your temperature and blood pressure every day. You don’t have to send me the records, but if there is anything suspicious, then please come see me.”

“You got it doc,” you chuckle.

“Congratulations, Suzanne.”

He discharges you and Sebastian soon after, and you’ve never been so happy to go home. After that first kiss you two shared, you started dating. It’s been rocky at first because of how crazy his life is, but you’re managing it in a healthy way. You’re going from being alone your whole life to surrounded by people. It’s not an easy change, but Sebastian is helping you through it as best as he can.

It’s wild to think that you were watching movies with Sebastian, Chris, Anthony, and all of the other cast members you love so much to actually hanging out with them. Chris has been such a sweetheart since you met him, welcoming you with open arms. You’ve looked up to these people and their characters, so to say it was overwhelming is an understatement.

You’ve done more in the past six months than you’ve done in your entire life. You’ve been to parties, met actors outside of Marvel, been to events and award shows, and traveled to more places than just the grocery store and back. Sebastian has been nothing but kind to you from the moment you met, so you don’t want to complain about all of this, but you’re not used to getting this much attention.

Sebastian tries to keep you out of it as much as possible, but you’re in this relationship for better or for worse. As long as you have him by your side, then you can conquer anything. Speaking of parties, Sebastian promised to attend this party well before he even met you. It’s a formal black-tie optional event, so that means you need a really nice dress to compliment yourself. He’s picked out some good ones, but you kind of want to be fancy yet make it your own.

That’s why you decided to add a bit of lace to your dress. Your dress consists of a flowery-lace collar that extends to half your body, giving it the impression that you’re wearing a dress with one strap that lays across your chest. It’s black with a flowery pattern all the way to your ankles. Starting from your mid-thigh, there is a slit all the way to the bottom that shows off your legs whenever you walk. You’re wearing dark purple wedges to compliment it. You like how it looks on you, and Sebastian couldn’t agree more.

He’s having a hard time as it is to keep his hands off you, but since you two haven’t done anything intimate, he holds himself back. It’s not that you don’t want to, you do, but your disease has always stopped you from going too far with a man. You’re a virgin, but not because you were saving yourself. It was because of your medical problems. Now that it’s no longer an issue, you’re scared of what Sebastian will think once he gets you into his bed.

Will he hate being with a woman who has no experience? Will you not be able to perform well because your new kidney is still “new”? There’s a lot of reason why you’re nervous, but you just have to take this one day at a time. Like right now. All you need to do is get through this party. Talk to some people, eat good food, and have a good time.

“Are you sure you want to go? I can cancel,” Sebastian says when Chris heads down to the limo.

“It’s too late for that, but yeah. I think it could be fun.”

Sebastian takes your hand and leads you down to the limo. It’s a short ride, but everything in a limo makes it feel longer than it really is. When you arrive, there are cameras flashing in every direction, but you try to ignore them. If you had to pick what is the worst thing about Sebastian’s life, it would be how many cameras are in his face.

“Just ignore them,” he mutters into your ear as you walk up the steps.

“I am.”

The party is in full swing. Lights are colorful and flashing everywhere, there is a huge buffet set up towards the back, lots of tables and chairs for people to sit at and eat, a huge dancefloor in the middle of the room, and loud music that feels like it’s pumping through you. You can feel the bass vibrate your bones, it’s that powerful.

All of Sebastian’s friends are here. You’ve met and gotten to know Chris Evans and his brother Scott, Anthony Mackie is a gem to be around, Tom Holland is younger than you but closer to your age than Sebastian is, and Elizabeth Olsen is all smiles and jokes as usual. If you’re being honest, Elizabeth is just a year older than you, so you connect more with her than anyone else.

As soon as she sees you, she comes over with a big smile on her face. You’ve always told her how pretty her smile is.

“I can’t believe you came!” she hugs you tightly.

“How could I miss this?” you joke.

“I’m stealing your date,” she says to Sebastian.

“I’ll find you later, okay?” you say to him before Elizabeth practically drags you away from everyone else.

“I didn't think you were going to come.”

“I didn't either, but Sebastian and I are going on steady now. I have to get used to this if I’m going to be with him.”

She takes you to the back of the line for the buffet. It moves quickly, so you make small talk until you can get to a table and sit down and actually chat with her.

“How did the doctor’s appointment go?”

“I’m not a person that has ESRD anymore.”

“I am so happy for you!!” she squeals.

“I never thought I would get to be able to say that. Sebastian saved my life.”

“That shit is what movies are made of. Pitch that idea,” she chuckles.

“I’m sure there is a movie about it already.”

Elizabeth grabs two plates and hands one to you. There are things you’re able to eat here, so you grab those first before spotting the sugary-sweet items that don’t fail to make your mouth water. Elizabeth notices the way you’re staring at the cupcakes as if it’s the only thing you can think about.

“You want one?” she asks.

“You know, I haven’t had one in such a long time,” you say, tears building up in your eyes.

Elizabeth sees how emotional you get, and she just smiles knowingly. She knows you can have things you couldn’t have before, so she grabs two cupcakes and puts on on your plate.

“It’s a celebration cupcake. You did it. You beat it.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

She leads the way to an empty table, taking it before someone else can. You’re about to dig in when you spot Sebastian with Chris and Anthony on the other end of the room. You hold up the cupcake and smile, and he just gives you two thumbs up. He’s your biggest supporter, and you don’t know where you’d be without him.

The rest of the night goes off without a hitch, and you actually find yourself having fun here. By the time it hits ten at night, the party is slowly dying. Normally, these parties go on until sunrise, but people have shit to do in the morning. Tom, Elizabeth, and Anthony have left for the night. Chris left with his brother since he’s staying over at his place, so if you wanted to, you and Sebastian can have the whole night alone to yourselves at his place.

Since the party is kind of dying down, you and Sebastian decided to take a break and chat on the balcony. The moon is at its peak, shining bright in the sky. It’s not cloudy for a change, so you can see the stars sparkle all around it. It’s a beautiful night.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better than I have ever felt in such a long time. I think I can love these things,” you chuckle.

“Good. I’m glad.”

“And I love you.”

You take that leap of faith. You’re wearing your heart on your sleeve, bare to whoever so much as glances at it. Sebastian snaps his head to you, not sure if he heard you correctly. His brain tries to catch up with your words, and when it does, he smiles widely. He’s loved you the minute he laid eyes on you, but he’s been waiting for you to say it. Love knows no time, so it doesn’t matter if three weeks have passed or three years--when you know, you know.

“I love you so much,” he whispers.

You set your glass of champagne on the edge of the balcony to embrace him. He accepts you into his arms, and you meet him in the middle for a passionate kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck, and he presses you flush against his body by pulling in your hips to meet his. Every kiss with him feels like the first one. They all hold that spark of passion--a little cradle of love.

He shifts you so that you’re pressed against the balcony edge. You’re so caught up in him that you don’t realize just how close you are to your glass. Your back knocks into it, and it flies off the balcony. You’re only on the second floor, but it feels like you’re a thousand feet in the air.

You pull away from Sebastian to stare at your descending glass. When it hits the pavement, it shatters into a million pieces. Thankfully, no one was around to get hurt by the blast. You and Sebastian go into a fit of giggles, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Let’s go home.”

Home is wherever he is. Home is your place. Home is his place. Home is the airplane that gets you to different events. Home is wherever your heart lies. It lies with Sebastian as his does with you. He takes you back to his apartment with the question lingering in the air: will you two finally do it knowing that you’re completely safe to do so?

You’re still nervous to go there with someone just in case something bad happens, but you trust Sebastian to take care of you. He can feel how nervous you are despite sitting right next to you on the bed. You’re fumbling with your hands, something you do when you’re not sure how to handle a situation. He reaches over and grabs them, and you turn to face him.

“I’ve never done it,” you blurt. He blinks once, and you scramble to explain yourself. “Not that I’m scared or waiting, but it was because of my medical conditions. I mean I’ve done other stuff, but I’ve never been able to go there with a man before. I’ve always been afraid my kidneys would just stop working.”

“You’re fine now. You have a working kidney.”

“Exactly. I have no viable reason to keep living my life as a virgin.”

“No, you don’t,” he whispers.

“I want you to be my first.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire life. You own my heart, Seb, and I want you to own my body.” You pause, thinking about how your words could have been perceived. “That came out wrong.”

“I know you mean,” he laughs. “And while we’ll have plenty of time to explore that side of you, we’ll take it slow tonight if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s perfect,” you smile.

Just like that, the tension mists away, and in its place, love. Sebastian takes the lead seeing this is your first time doing this, but he handles you with care, treating you as if you’ll shatter in his hands. He kisses you slowly, lowering you onto the bed. He takes special care in how he handles your body.

You thought you would be scared, but the truth is, you’re completely comfortable. You arch your back so that Sebastian can reach around your body and unzip your dress. The cool metal on your skin raises goosebumps on your arms, but Sebastian’s light touch sends shivers down your spine. He grabs the collar and slowly peels it down your body.

You’re only wearing panties since the dress could have been worn without a bra. Your breasts bounce free from the tight dress, but you’re no shy about it. You thought you would be, but with Sebastian, you’re okay with anything that happens. He tosses your dress to the side and stands up, admiring your body and everything it has to give. He loosens his tie and removes it, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt next.

“Let me,” you whisper and sit up.

You replace his hands, continuing the path his fingers were set on. You make quick work, sliding his shirt off his shoulder with ease. You hook your hands into the waistband of his pants and pull him closer, his lips landing on yours. He takes back dominance and lays you back on the bed, falling on top of you. His strong arms hold himself up on either side of your head, and you admire the muscles begging to be touched.

He breaks apart from the kiss, but he doesn't stop there. He presses his lips against the base of your throat, nibbling on a patch of skin. Your mouth forms an ‘o’, but no noises out of it. Sebastian looks up to watch his reaction the further he goes down. He doesn't quite give you what you need. He teases you by kissing around your breasts to the valley of them. Your soft whimpers fuel his ego but not in a bad way.

“Sebastian, please,” you whisper.

He latches onto your right nipple, pulling it away from your skin with his lips. Since this is all new to you, this is the best thing to happen to your body. You express this with a soft moan. He keeps his eyes on you as he nibbles on it to get it as hard as he can. He tweaks the other one with his left hand, tugging and pinching it to get the same effect.

“Fuck, Seb.”

“You’ve seen nothing yet, darling,” he chuckles.

“Then show me.”

He releases your nipple so he can kiss all the way down to the hem of your panties. He can smell your arousal from where he is, filling his senses to the point where he just wants to grab you and have his way with you. There is another time for that, Sebastian. Just focus on her.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes, please,” you beg.

He slides your panties down your legs before spreading them so that you’re exposed to him. If he thought you smelled delicious, then the sight of you is ravishing. Your pussy glistens, begging for his attention. He runs two fingers through your lips, and you jerk from the pleasure. While locking eyes with him, he sticks those fingers into his mouth. He damn near explodes in his pants like a fucking teenager. He’s nearing forty-years-old, and you’re able to bring him back to his teen years just like that.

He knows he should take this slow, but he can’t help but give you two fingers from the start. He pushes them in deep to get you used to the feel of something long stretching you out. Your back arches from the burn, but it’s a good burn. He latches onto your clit, sucking and tugging on it with his lips. An explosion of pleasure erupts from your core, spreading out to the rest of your body like a goddamn wave. Your hand reaches down to tug at his hair, desperate to cling to something.

“Shit! Sebastian!” you moan loudly.

He moans at the taste of you, pumping his fingers faster and deeper. He curls his index finger to reach places you didn't even know excited. This is better than you could have ever imagined, and you don’t want this ending anytime soon. His tongue replaces his fingers, eager to get a better taste of you. His thumb rubs fast circles across your clit as his tongue reaches deep inside. The wet muscle clings to your walls like a piece of lint on your sweater. It’s going to be very hard to pull him away from you.

The coil inside of you grows tighter the longer he’s inside you. He knows a woman’s body better than you think he does, so he knows just when you’re close to the edge. He pulls away only to whisper something against your pussy as if it would talk back to him.

“Come.”

As if it has ears, it listens, and the coil snaps in two. Your orgasm washes over you more intensely than anything you’ve ever experienced. You arch your back as high as it can go, and Sebastian laps up every drop you’re willing to give to him. You’re so overwhelmed with the pleasure that you think tears are escaping your eyes. You’re not sure at this point, but you’re okay with it if it happened.

Sebastian pulls away once you’ve calmed down, and he kisses up your body in a trail of wet kisses. He meets your lips and immediately slides his tongue into your mouth much as he did down below. You can taste yourself on his tongue, but that only turns you on even more so.

“Let me,” you whisper, about to give him the same treatment he gave you.

“This is about you, darling. Trust me, we’ll have time for that later,” he chuckles.

He rushes to get his briefs and dress pants, eager to give you the really good stuff. His cock bounces free and slaps his lower stomach, and your eyes widen at just how big he is. Is it going to fit? Will you bleed? You hear people bleed on the first time. He sees the look in your eyes, and while he’s flattered you look like that, he wants to make sure this is what you want.

“Are you sure you want to go further?”

You know he would stop if you said no. However, you don’t ever want to stop. Fuck fear and anxiety. You’re taking this man all the way tonight.

“I’m sure,” you nod.

He grabs your hips and slides you to meet him, and with one pump, he presses the tip of his cock to your entrance. He grabs your hands and intertwines your fingers together so that when he presses in, you have something to grip. He slowly pushes himself into you, and you have to hold yourself back from crying out. It hurts, but you know it’s only temporary before the pleasure kicks in. He doesn’t stop until he’s fully sheathed inside of you.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart,” Sebastian encourages you.

Tears definitely leave your eyes this time, and he just presses kisses across your face to let you know he is there for you. His lips finally land on yours at the same time he bottoms out. He pauses, giving you time to adjust to the new feeling. It takes a few moments before you feel an angry need--a craving to have more of him.

“Please move,” you whisper.

He moves his hips slowly at first, but he knows just how big your want for him is, so he picks up the pace. You’re so intoxicating, every inch of his body is dedicated to making you feel good. He’s had sex before, a lot, but nothing compares to this moment right here. He lets go of your left hand to grip your hip to steady you before snapping his hips faster.

“Fuck!” you frag it out, throwing your head back.

He leans down and kisses your neck, settling on a patch of skin right above your collarbone. He sucks to make a bruise, his fingers grip to leave bruises, and his cock hits the back of your pussy to make you sing. Your moans and whimpers fuel him to go faster. Since this is our first time, you’re very close to the edge once again, ready to milk him until he’s dry. You’re doing things to him he hasn’t felt in years, so he’s ready whenever you are.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight. You feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he groans.

“I think I’m close, Seb.”

“I know, darling. Come with me.”

Instead of counting down from three, he counts his thrusts. One. Two. Three. On the last one, he snaps his hips harder than the rest. Both of you tip over the edge, and you toss your head back with a loud moan. Sebastian’s groans are muffled by your neck. His cock twitches inside of you, shooting its last load into you.

“Shit,” Sebastian curses, kissing up to your lips.

“Is sex supposed to feel so… intense?”

“Not all the time. It feels like that when you’re with someone you love,” he whispers.

“I do love you,” you giggle.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. I can show you just how fun shower sex can be,” he chuckles.

“Are you this insatiable?”

“Only with you.”

He gives you Eskimo kisses before pressing his lips against yours. You’re not sure what sex is like with someone you don’t really know, but you know sex with Sebastian is the best you could ever have.

You can’t wait to have more.

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[thepaperpanda]

Drunk || Arthur Shelby x Reader Smut

Summary: Arthur gets drunk.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 1428

Authors: Cass & Rouge

It was nice and calm night until someone banged loudly on your door.

The sound was loud enough to wake you up.

 You rubbed your temples and sat on your old bed, it squeaked under your weight. "Who's there?," you asked loudly within sleepish voice.

 "It's Tommy," voice told you. "It's late but I need your help with Arthur, so better dress up."

You frowned. It was way after midnight and you were tired. Eventually, you got up and dresses up as well. You opened door and peeked out at Thomas Shelby. "How can I help him?"

 "It's late and your beloved Arthur got drunk. We can't make him go home because he gets aggressive and we don't really need a fight," Tommy explained. "You good know that you, as his woman, have a good influence on him. Even in this state."

 You let out a sigh. It was hard enough to deal with Arthur sometimes. But especially when he was drunk.

You tightened your nightgown around you and followed Tommy.

"You let him drink again?," you asked when you were walking right by Tommy's side.

 "He drunk just a little bit... Later it kind got out of control," Tommy said offering you a cigarette. "We tried to get him home."

 "And you and your brothers weren't able to get his drunk ass back home? How am I supposed to do that if you all failed?," you waved hand at him, refusing to take the cigarette.

 "You are his woman, eh? You know he gets all happy and soft around ya," Tommy said and he opened doors to The Garrison.

 Inside, there was Arthur happily chatting with other man."There she is! My beautiful, woman!," he said loudly, rising his hands up.

 You smiled at him briefly and walked to him with smooth swing in your hips. "Hello, darling. I missed you in our bed," you told him.

 "Arthur it's time to go home," Tommy said, patting Arthur's shoulder.

 "Nah, nah, look!," Arthur grabbed you and pulled on his side. "I have my favourite lady here, let me stay with boys."

 "No, sweetheart," you told him softly yet firmly enough for him to understand you weren't joking. "Let's go back home, it's late, you have to rest, so has others."

 Arthur growled softly and nuzzled to your shoulder. He simply couldn't disagree with you. "If ya say so, dear..," he muttered.

 You grabbed his palm and pulled him by you. "Next time, listen to your brothers, deal?," you asked him softly during way back home.

 "Ah, come on. I am not that drunk," he growled out following you. "I would get home on my own. There was no need for Tommy to bring you."

 "Yeah, I see it, darling," you told him softly. "He's always worried about his beloved brother, don't be surprised he doesn't want you to get hurt of any kind."

 "Nah! Y/N. I am big and strong!," he told.

"I wouldn't get hurt or anything, love."

 You opened door for him and let him inside.

 Arthur walked inside and than quickly grabbed you, pulling you closer to his chest. "Ya know, Y/N? You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met and I love you."

 You couldn't help and giggled. "Oh, am I?," you smiled at him and quickly slipped out of his grasp.

 "Of course you are!," he said and looked at you. "Don't run away from me, love. I just want to give you a kiss."

 "You're drunk. You know my rule - no kissing when you're drunk," you told him, teasing him a little and walking up the stairs. "Or maybe I'll let you... Who knows."

 Arthur smiled and followed you quickly. "You better does, woman!"

 You walked to your shared bedroom and waited at him politely, bending over desk standing next to the bed.

 "Oh now, you try to be a good girl, eh?" Arthur muttered as he walked to you.

 "I always am," you told him. "Besides, you good knew who did you take under your wings."

 "Oh really, you always are?," he smiled, looking at you. "I thought I took a nice lady, not a slut," Arthur muttered and gently slapped your ass.

 You moaned. "Well, I apparently got wilder while being with you, darling."

 "I can see that, love. Maybe be that nice and show your man how wild you can get," Arthur smiled, sitting in his favourite armchair.

 You slipped hands under your dress and slipped out of your panties, tossing them at him.

 "You really know what I like, love. Now, come here," Arthur said, patting his knee. "Let me look at you."

 You came to him and straddled his lap. "Hi there, handsome."

 "Hello there, beautiful. How do you do this, eh? So nice and gently," he asked and his hand slowly moved your dress up.

 "Because I'm a true lady and I love my handsome bad man," you told him and wrapped arms around him.

 "Oh, really? So maybe show your 'bad man' how much you love him," Arthur grinned as he started to unbutton his pants. "Just like a good girl."

 You slipped out of upper part of dress and smiled at him, licking your lips. "You're so quick, honey. I think my man is needy."

 "I'm always needy for these pretty lips, love," Arthur said looking down on you.

 Soon you stayed undressed in front of him. You reached his pants and slipped hand under them through his opened fly.

 Arthur pulled out his cock. "Don't play games, love. I can't wait to feel these pretty lips around my cock."

 You got off his lap and went down, right into your knees. You pumped hand around his shaft for a little, then bend down and wrapped lips around him.

 "That's my girl. Suck me nicely and maybe you will get something nice later," Arthur muttered as his hand sneaked into your hair to grab them tightly and give your head the right rhythm of work.

 You gagged with his shaft yet never stopped your actions. Your eyes were on him, you checked his reactions. You boobed your head back and forth, sucking him hardly, moaning at the same time.

 Arthur was moving your head up and down his shaft, his face was cold, with soft smile. "I love when you act like a whore, love. I am glad you are only mine whore."

 You pulled him out of your mouth. "I love when you try to appreciate what am I doing," you smiled and sucked lower part of his cock. "You're way better than Alfie Solomons."

 "Sure I fucking am but ya better stop talkin' and do your job," he muttered before pushing his cock deep down your throat.

 You gagged, tears came to your eyes but you never stopped bobbing your head. As you felt his precum, you swallowed everything, it didn't bother you he tasted salty.

 Suddenly Arthur pulled you up on his lap. His hand slipped between your legs. "Your lips took me pretty nicely, lets see how other part of you will do it," Arthur said, using his fingers to tease you.

 You let out a gasp. "It feels so good, Arthur," you told him. "Keep doing this and I'll turn into moaning mess."

 "Ain't that a point, love?," Arthur growled quietly, pushing his finger deep into you.

"Nice and wet."

 "Just fuck me," you asked him.

 "With pleasure," Arthur removed his finger and shifted you in right position to bury his cock inside of you. "Oh fucking yeah," he growled as he started to fuck you hard.

 You were holding his shoulders, your head rolled back as you bounced onto him. "Ah, God!," you moaned loudly. "You're so, so good, Shelby."

 "I am fuckin' the best, woman," Arthur growled as he started to use you in his brutal pace. "You won't be able to walk tomorrow, sweetheart."

 You gave Arthur a messy and needy kiss, your hands slipped into his long bangs and you pulled on his hair. "Fuck you, Shelby. I'm gonna fucking cum!"

  "Good, because I'm gonna fill you up so good," Arthur gasped, grabbing you hardly enough to leave bruises.

 You let out few moans and you cum hardly around his cock. You nuzzled to Arthur's neck, not giving a shit about him stinking worse then distillery.

 Arthur frowned and cum deep inside of you. He let out a deep sigh and hugged you tightly.

  You looked at him, still with his cock buried in your wetness. "Now, let's go to bed. I'm incredibly tired."

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Changing thing up a bit @capricornsicle, that other post was becoming unwieldy.

You think you’re on a crusade to expose fandom racism and bias in Teen Wolf, but in doing so, because TW is such a specific beast, you make assumptions and add unnecessary hyperbole to your arguments. 

You’ve assumed and ran with the idea that I’m white (many do, which is strange since my icon is a black woman) and you’ve treated me a certain way because of it. But then in the same breath you’ll say there’s inherent bias against Scott McCall, a character that many people saw as white played by an actor who is white passing. 

There’s also this underlying statement that any majority of people see Scott as Latinx and automatically make it a negative thing which again, isn’t true, specifically not in Teen Wolf. 

I’ve found the antis like to take black racism experiences and try to fit Scott into that category, but even a small thing like colorism makes it so it’s not equitable. 

that’s a general statement about fans and critics alike holding characters of color up to a higher standard than white characters. It’s not everyone, it’s certainly not an attack on anyone, but it happens a lot, across various fandoms. White characters are much more often forgiven for the things they do than characters of color who do the same things.

This doesn’t happen with the frequency you think and in the Teen Wolf fandom when it does happen it is rarely if ever in regards to Scott. Other, more evident characters of color yes.. And the wild examples that the antis present are never equitable. Even when presented with context, they often have to padd it and stretch it to make it seem like some infraction has been done. What it does is seek to absolve Scott of ANY wrong doing, when really there is fault laid at both parties. 

I’ll provide a couple of examples in the moment, but the bottom like is that Stiles/Derek/Peter stans acknowledge their faults and many times love them because of it. On the show Scott was never given the chance to acknowledge his faults, the show refused to admit that he needed to grow and be redeemed of anything. This was a misstep because he became unpalatable, not as a perfect icon, but as someone whose actions didn’t hold relevant consequences. 

The Donovan Incident

Now, I disagree with some key points, but overall I think this is the most important part:

They fought, like teenagers do, especially teenagers who have gone through that kind of trauma, and then, in 5x13, they’re talking outside a gas station, and they talk and get over it,

If everyone could agree that this happened, this would be a much better place. But antis will not chalk up the experience for the contrived nonsense it was and become so enraged when people blame Scott that they can’t let it be and suddenly we’re all racists. 

Which, using racism as a tool to sooth butthurt is not okay and we see it time and time again. They take every seedling and think, “how can I add racism to this so I get my way?” which is pathetic, but also sullies the impact of real racism on the show. 

During this time Tracey was murdered, Mason was non-existent, they killed Noah and Lucas sent Kira to the desert and left her there. But being mad at Scott for intentionally misunderstanding Stiles is what’s racist? This is why antis and SDP Stans constantly bump heads. Everyone has been in a friend group where some new interloper comes in and riles things up. Usually trying to steal someone’s man, but you know there are certain things you do when that happens and Scott made ALL the wrong moves. He knew Stiles didn’t trust Theo and openly disliked him, it should have been an immediate red flag when Theo started in with Stiles violently killing someone in cold blood. Additionally, I would have LOVED if the show made the connection to Scott still being traumatized by Nogi, but again, the show made it seem like Scott was JUST FINE! and again, a disservice was made to his character. 

The point is that a not insignificant number of fans label Scott as a constant bad friend, as someone who’s always a bad influence on Stiles, and that’s really not the case.

People who label him as a constant bad friend use this as ONE example of it. I actually questioned their friendship after Motel California. I remember there were a couple of beats that made it clear they weren’t sandbox buddies, and probably met in the community little league (was it little league or soccer that they met Theo? I forget?). There have been several instances of them not being as close as they claimed. 

If Stiles can be forgiven for throwing lacrosse balls at Scott (which really fucking hurt, speaking from experience) and keying some random loner kids’ car to get him beat up because Lydia kissed him

Just a side note, Stiles was havign his fun, yes, but Scott was completely complicit in these scenes and knew 100% what was going on. Stiles was helping Scott by testing his tolerance and helping him control his heartbeat and yes they did it in bonehead teenage boy ways, but there was nothing malicious or racially motivated about it. Talk about holding characters to different levels. You’ve all made the white characters irredeemable supremacists when nothing in the canon alludes to this. 

a few antis forgive Stiles but condemn Scott. And that’s because of racial bias that makes those particular antis hold Scott to much higher standards than his white friends, which is a nice way of saying it’s racism.

Which again, is wrong in that you have absolutely no way of quantifying this for every viewer. There’s no such thing as special Scott centric racism. If someone is racist, they’re going to show it against anyone not white on the show, and that’s simply a) not the case and b) impossible to determine from the asks of one anon and some misinterpreted fic. 

Liking Scott isn’t pro-POC, no, but it is tied to racial issues in Hollywood, popular media, and fandom. Scott being Latinx (despite the fact it never comes up, he’s played by a Latinx actor and is undoubtedly TV’s favorite “ambiguously brown”) makes him connected to racial issues.

But it doesn’t, because Teen Wolf was specifically created as a world without color so coding Scott as race-neutral meant that audiences had the choice to view him that way and many did. I mean, look at the show, he has two white Italian actors playing his parents, his last name is McCall and his mother’s maiden name was Delgado which could mean anything. Jeff had a habit of casting white women with Latinx last names they got from a gracious step-father, it’s not a leap to say this was true of Melissa. This is why I refuse to give the show any representation points. Diversity sure, they’re there, but they’re not well represented and again, this neither starts nor ends with Scott McCall. 

Liking Scott is something that a lot of viewers of color end up doing

Again, not entirely true. Liking Boyd? Yes. Deaton, Morrell, Kira? Yes. Scott? Sure... the response to Scott from Latinx fans was varied in interesting ways. Some went up hard for him and while I don’t acknowledge the show’s version of Scott, I write him as half Mexican in every fic. There are some who, like you, were so excited to see someone like themselves and that’s beautiful and awesome. There were also some that started excited but then were like “oh, he’s playing a white boy” which people like to forget was VERY much a thing. There was no reason to think Scott was white and in fact when Jeff received the Alma award, it was for casting Posey and not necessarily having a Latinx character. In the beginning of Teen Wolf he was actually asked if Scott was white (the phrase they used was “All American” which...), And there were still others who hated Scott instantly and thought he was wack and did NOT see themselves in him.

So even within the Latinx community alone there were several opinions. Now spread that out to hundreds of thousands and then millions of viewers. So when you say “Liking Scott is something a lot of VOC end up doing” you’re creating a value based judgement on the idea of liking YOUR version of Scott McCall. 

Which isn’t fair and isn’t correct. 

YOU ended up liking Scott because YOU appreciated the interpretation. No one can take that away from you. But when you cast this net of racism, you’re gonna end up with a lot of things that don’t fit the term and a lot of people mad that they’re caught in your web of racial bias. 

if it’s the burden of POC to fight for representation tooth and nail, then that’s the fight I’ll be fighting.

Part of it is that sometimes I worry that if I don’t post about them, if I don’t post gifs of them and talk about them and make them be part of the teen wolf tag on this site, no one else is going to.

We talked about this with your first post. Generally I’m sympathetic, but I do take issue with your methods. Yes, I’ve seen those gif tax posts and I love the concept, but... tax is something you pay in the exchange for something that you want. I don’t see POC characters as tax and I get it’s just a clever way to name what you’re doing, but I think it makes it so negative when celebrating the POC characters should be an enjoyable and inclusive thing. 

If you feel alone, it’s because you haven’t reached out to anyone. I know a lot of creators who make content for characters of color, The problem is that when you accuse people of focusing on white characters in a show FULL of white characters and cover them with a blanket of systemic bias, you’re alienating a lot of people who don’t want the drama. 

Someone just released some ao3 stats of POC characters in Sterek fics verses TW fics as a whole and Kira was sadly underrepresented, showing up in just under 45% of fics. My answer to that isn’t to scream at Stereks about how racist they are against Asians. Instead, I wanna have a Kira appreciation event, but until I can, I make sure to write Kira into my fics because I love her. I repost gifsets with her in them, I comment and seek out people who create for her and support them and if you approach some creators, the’re happy to be amenable. I’ve left comments on fics asking for a certain character and sometimes they rightfully say no, but sometimes it’s not a problem and the change is awesome. 

I feel like the bulk of antis have an idea in their mind and don’t give anyone else a freaking chance. And then, when anything negative is said about Scott, they go awf like SEE!!?!> RACISM!!!!!! when it’s honestly not the case. The anon doesn’t represent even the minority of the majority of stereks. Tumblr doesn’t, ao3 doesn’t, twitter doesn’t. That’s why it’s so much less stressful to find out ways to insert diversity and representation rather than browbeating others to do it out of shame.  

There’s this perceived bias that worms it’s way in that simply doesn’t exist at the levels you think it does. Because not only are you assuming that people dislike the characters of color because of their color, but also that they harbor negative feelings.

But, as we’ve learned from K-pop fans, it seems white people are much more willing to enjoy and put out East Asian representation than representation of people darker than them

Kira was undoubtedly brought in to bring a more Asian audience, but again, racism isn’t a pick and choose kind of thing. People who hated Kira and love Scott do not see Scott as Latinx. And Kira has more posts by a small margin mostly because she was there and she had a family and large ties to the plot. Not because kids loves k-pop (which wasn’t even that big during her run). 

And THIS:

Boyd is stereotyped as the big, buff Black guy who’s aggressive and athletic (but almost never seen as the brains of the group, despite his intelligence,xxx and comes from a poor background and answers to an assertive white man without question

Boyd was specifically not stereotypes as aggressive and athletic, and in all fanfic is usually the one who reasons and is most level headed. He came from a poor background, but so did Isaac, and he questioned Derek and Scott. This is what I mean, while I agree that it’s your interpretation, you can’t say it’s a universal interpretation and then judge others because of it. 

The only time I care is when people specifically dislike Scott because of perceived affronts to Stiles and/or Derek, and I say “perceived” because I refer specifically to ones those specific anons and antis take completely out of context, blow out of proportion, or just make up.

Lol, again, your perception, because I can give you several canon based reasons to be upset with Scott, but of course you’ll find a way, no matter how tangential to twist it, because he’s your fave and canon is a mess. This is the freaking point. Let people have their stories. It’s not hurting you if you also add in yours. 

I do not believe it is possible for a 16-year-old to consent to a romantic and/or sexual relationship with a 24/25-year-old, but this post isn’t about that

Please don’t believe that you’re the first person to try this argument because you’re not and also Derek was at most 23 when Stiles was 17 (and to make it more interesting he was 19 in the original unaired pilot, but they aged him up so Kate wouldn’t be full on statutory rape, good times!)

https://stickylovessterek.tumblr.com/post/151831687742/sterek-is-not-pedophilia

Now you might not like it, and that’s totally fine and valid. But age has no basis in their relationship. I’m more interested in power dynamics, which is why I didn’t like Aria/Fitz on PLL or Marrish (which I could have been on board for, but this show is trash). 

with perhaps me as Stiles, you as Scott, and the anon playing Theo during his villain phase circa season 5, trying to turn two people against each other over a larger ethics debate

Well, no, clearly I’m the Stiles since I’m right (i kid, I kid), but honestly, you’re the one putting the anon in this. I’ve been ignoring their hyperbole and we’ve been telling the antis to pick and choose and be discerning with their posts. That has nothing to do with me. If we’re Scott and Stiles then it’s one of us talking and the other not listening and doing theings they’re own way and the fact that both of us have different ideas as to which is which is really part of the fun. 

But it’s not racism. 

[docrotten]

Gargoyles (1972) – Episode 131 – Decades of Horror 1970s

"Gargoyles are a scientific fact. And they're no more dangerous than a high school dropout on a motorcycle.” Well, maybe they’re a little more dangerous than a high school dropout on a motorcycle. Join your faithful Grue Crew - Doc Rotten, Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, and Jeff Mohr - as they learn from Uncle Willie that there were real-life models for all of those stone sculptures perched on buildings and known as Gargoyles (1972).

Decades of Horror 1970s Episode 131 – Gargoyles (1972)

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An anthropologist/paleontologist and his daughter, while traveling through the southwestern U.S., stumble upon a colony of living, breathing gargoyles.

IMDb

  Director: Bill Norton (as B.W.L. Norton)

Writers: Stephen Karpf, Elinor Karpf

Gargoyle Makeup: Stan Winston, Ellis Burman Jr. (as Ellis Burman)

Selected Cast:

Cornel Wilde as Dr. Mercer Boley

Jennifer Salt as Diana Boley

Grayson Hall as Mrs. Parks

Bernie Casey as The Gargoyle

Scott Glenn as James Reeger

William Stevens as Police Chief

John Gruber as Jesse

Woody Chambliss as Uncle Willie

Jim Connell as Buddy

Vic Perrin as The Gargoyle (voice) (uncredited)

Gargoyles premiered November 21, 1972, on CBS and is one of a handful of TV-movie, horror gems that were broadcast in the 1970s. Jeff is impressed with how well laid out the story is and loves that all the gargoyles look different. Bill loves the cast and thinks the gargoyle costumes are amazing, especially considering the budget and that it’s Stan Winston’s first film credit. For Chad, the true test is that it still gives him the same feels as when he first watched it as a kid.  Doc recounts how the jumping, leaping creatures made a huge impression and he is really impressed at how good Gargoyles is.

At the time of this writing, Gargoyles is available to stream on Amazon Prime and as physical media on a German import DVD. If you haven’t seen this one for a while, the time might be right for you to rectify that condition. The 1970s Grue-Crew give Gargoyles an enthusiastic thumbs up!

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1970s is part of the Decades of Horror two-week rotation with The Classic Era and the 1980s. In two weeks, the next episode in their very flexible schedule will be Asylum of Satan (1972), directed by none other than William Girdler. Be sure to join the Decades of Horror 1970s Grue-Crew for that one! 

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[themastercylinder]

“The devil was once the most favored of the host of angels serving the lord. But pride welled in his breast. He thought it unseemly for him to serve. The devil and his band of followers who likewise suffered the sin of pride were defeated in battle by the lord and his host, and were banished to the outer most depths of Hell, never to know the presence of the lord or look on heaven again. Smarting with his wounds but all the more swollen with pride the devil cried out from the depths, ‘it is better to rule in hell then serve in heaven.’ The devil proclaimed what was lost in heaven, would be gained on earth. He said, ‘my offspring, the gargoyles will one day rule the lord’s works, earth and man.’ And so it came to pass that while man ruled on earth the gargoyles waited, lurking hidden from the light. Reborn every 600 years in man’s reckoning of time the gargoyles joined battle against man to gain dominion over the earth. In each coming the gargoyles were nearly destroyed by men who flourished in greater numbers. Now it has been hundreds of so many years that it seems the ancient statues and paintings of gargoyles are just products of man’s imagination. In this year with man’s thoughts turned toward the many ills he has brought upon himself. Man has forgotten his most ancient adversary… the gargoyles.!”

        CAST

Cornel Wilde-Dr. Mercer Boley

Jennifer Salt-Diana Boley

Grayson Hall-Mrs. Parks

Bernie Casey-The Gargoyle

Scott Glenn-James Reeger

William Stevens-Police Chief

John Gruber-Jesse

Woody Chambliss-Uncle Willie

Jim Connell-Buddy

A made-for-TV flick that originally aired in the U.S. on CBS in November of 1972, GARGOYLES tells the story of an anthropology researcher (Cornel Wilde) who, with the assistance of his adult daughter (Jennifer Salt), travels to the Arizona desert to investigate an unusual skeleton discovered there. However, when the duo try to transport the bony remains away from the discovery site, they are pursued by a number of gargoyle-like creatures who want to reclaim the unearthed skeleton, and the scientist and his daughter soon find themselves at the locus of an age-old battle between mankind and an evil race of garrulous reptilians.

      Ellis Burman Jr-Gargoyle makeup

Stan Winston-Gargoyle makeup

Artist Concepts for Gargoyles by Wes Cook 1972

Artist Concepts for Gargoyles by Wes Cook 1972

Birthday Party for Director Bill Norton

Gargoyles Crew Ray Markham, Milt Rice (SPFX)

Gargoyles (1972) “The devil was once the most favored of the host of angels serving the lord. But pride welled in his breast.

[frommexicowlove]

Eli’s Books & Jams: 2017 edition

Feliz Ano Nuevo!

Literature (not all released in 2017): 1. 'Fledgling' - by Octavia Butler (Obvi didn't come out this year, but it's about vampires. it's great!) 2. 'Widow Basquiat' - by Jennifer Clement (the authors account of her best friends relationship w Basquiat. Its intimate, sad, and sweet) 3. 'Difficult Women' - by Roxane Gay (Debuted 2017. compilation of short stories that vary from autobiographical to sci-fi. it's dope) 4. 'In the Midst of Winter' - by Isabel Allende (Debuted 2017.  currently reading, and loving it. It's about immigrant women migrating to BK and the shit they face with work, love, and life. relatable.) 5. 'Between the World and Me' - by Ta-Nahisi Coates 6. 'Communion: The Female Search for Love' - by bell hooks 7. 'Parable of Talents' - by Octavia Butler (this woman really was a prophet. Writing of a "MAGA" charlatan way before 45) 8. ‘The Mothers’ - by Brit Bennett (Debuted 2017. At first i didn’t like how the author wrote abt abortion, but soon remembered that life isn’t like talking points. It’s poignant and subtle and a beautiful piece of writing.) 9. 'We Are Never Meeting in Real Life' - by Samantha Irby (Debuted 2017. Every time I got annoyed w her coping mechanism use of humor to deal w her pain, she got real about it and it was profound, vulnerable, and ultimately pretty dark, which i'm into)

Musica (all released in 2017): 1. 'Biking' - by Frank Ocean (all frank errything) 2. 'Crew' - by Montana (bringing back that 90's r&b vibe) 3. 'Ballad of a Dying Man' - by Father John Misty 4. 'Amar Asi' by Bomba Estereo (bc they have the beautiful ability to get me wining to love songs) 5. 'Bodak Yellow' - by Cardi B (bc the Bronx) 6. 'Go Gina' - by SZA 7. 'Trampoline' - by Jidenna (its basically him pandering to sluts, and we're like: "I guess" *eye roll*) 8. 'All Night' - by Beyonce (bc I'm a sucker for love) 9. 'Wild Thoughts' - by DJ Khaled feat. Rihanna (#1 Rihanna stan for life) 10. 'Honestly' - by Lalah Hathaway (who i just got put onto and has the voice of an angel) 11. 'Se Preparo' - by Ozuna 12. 'Malvada' - by J Balvin 12. 'Scuse Me' -by Lizzo (aka bad bitch) 13. 'Way Back' - by Amber Mark (abt healing from heartache over a bomb ass house beat) 14. 'Loyalty' - by Kendrick Lamar feat Rihanna (see #9) 15. 'Caramelo Duro' - by Miguel feat. Kali Uchis 16. 'Lemon' - by N.E.R.D. and Rihanna 17. 'Motorsport' - by Migos, Nicki Minaj, Cardi B. 18. 'La Diaspora' - by Nitty Scott feat. Zap Mama 19. 'It's a Vibe' - by 2 Chainz (i mean he turned a trap house into an album cover AND a free HIV testing site. 2 chainz is cool w me.) 20. 'No Hay Manera' - by Mula

[thepaperpanda]

„I will be a birb, dada!” || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky stays with his little daughter alone in the house when you’re off to work. He has to look after her and when she hides from him, Bucky gets worried. But when he finally finds her, she has something important to tell him…

Warnings: none

Words: 1134

Author: Rouge

Y/D/N – you daughter’s name

„She was born with a hurricane for a soul, haha!” Bucky tilted his head a bit as he glared at your daughter. She was playing at the wooden floor with her beloved plush toys, punching a teddy bear with a plush zebra on and on, mumbling something under her breath.

You rolled your eyes as you looked at their reflection in the mirror in front of which you were standing, buttoning your white shirt, smoothing it with your hand. “Do you remember what I’ve told you, James?” You asked rather softly, smiling at him as you turned head to face your beloved man.

He nodded eagerly. “Of course, I do,” he said in a deep voice of his. “Don’t ya worry, Y/N, I’ll take care of our girl. You can go to work.”

You laughed shorty as you picked your purse up. “Last time when you told me this, our house has turned into a mess that I had to deal with for a few long days, darling,” you smirked at him, shaking your head slightly. “I hope this time it’s gonna look better, James.”

He sighed, rolling his blue eyes. “Yea. You have my word. We’ll be good this time, I swear. No playing with food, Y/D/N!” Bucky looked at your daughter. She glared at him with those little, pursed lips of her, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughter.

“Mommy, go!” Little girl blabbed loudly, punching her teddy bear. “Dada! I! Lone!”

You blinked and giggled. “Yes, Y/D/N, mommy is going to work and you’ll be alone with daddy. Just be a good girl and listen to your papa,” you approached your daughter and crouched next to her to kiss top of her head.

She pecked your lips with her little finger and focused on her play again.

You came to Bucky and kissed him briefly. “I’ll be back around 4 pm. Remember to make a meal for her,” you reminded him.

He patted your shoulder with a wild smile on his lips. “Yea, yea, I remember, go now, Y/N!” He almost pushed you outside of the house.

You rolled your eyes with a smile and walked to your car. You got in, started an engine and drove down the street, trying not to look into a rear-view mirror.

­­­Bucky was watching some show in TV. He didn't even know why he was watching it. He didn't laugh when he was supposed to, he didn't feel any tension during the drama, he barely followed the plot. He was just sitting there, next to the Oreo packet until, to his surprise, they all were gone. It was when he realized that something was wrong. He didn’t hear his daughter.

Bucky felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in his abdomen. Tension grew in his face and limbs. His breathing became more rapid, more shallow. The last time he trusted her out of his sight, his daughter almost broke her little hand when she fell off the porch straight onto a pavement.

“Y/D/N!” He said loudly but there was no response from her.

Bucky went quickly to girl’s room. She wasn’t there.

“She's hurt. She's bleeding. She needs me and I'm not there.” All these thoughts were running through his head on and on, he could barely breathe.

Second later, he heard a soft giggles and within blink of an eye, he felt relief.

“Y/D/N? Where are you, sweetie?” Bucky asked quietly, getting on his knees and looking under the bed. She wasn’t there either.

“Cold, dada!” Bucky heard sweet voice of his daughter from a vicinity and he sighed, little smile crept onto his lips.

He got up and rested his metal hand on his hip. Bucky looked around trying to figure out, where his little girl was hid. “Y/D/N,” he called softly, “c’mon, don’t fool your daddy, huh?” He opened door to her closet. There was nothing more but her clothes.

Another soft giggle, this time it came from closer distance then before. Bucky smirked, he was getting closer to her.

“Hey, kitty, kitty! Where is my little, cute girl?” Bucky walked around the room, checking all the places she could be hidden in but without a result.

And then he noticed her. He blinked, Bucky didn’t even try to hide his astonishment. She was sitting on the top of her closet, rolled in a ball, observing him with her little blue eyes and smirk on her lips. When she noticed he was glaring up at her, she knelt and clapped her little hands, cheering. “Dada, dada! Did it!” Girl bounced on her knees like she was dancing to music only she could hear.

Bucky laughed loudly and went to the closet, reaching his hands and opening his arms for her. “C’mere, Y/D/N. Come to papa,” he encouraged her.

Girl nodded and crawled to the edge of the closet and simply jumped into her father’s arms.

Bucky hugged her tightly, kissing girl’s cheeks. “Don’t do this ever again to me, baby. Daddy was worried you got hurt. Beside, how did you got there?” He asked as he put her down on the floor, kneeling in front of her.

Girl moved like her knees were just hinges, wobbling to and fro before falling on her bottom. Then she clapped like it was all part of the plan and rolled to her stomach to get up again. When she did, she spun around herself, tossing hems of her tulle skirt, giggling. “Dada! I grow, I be like uncle Falcon! I will be a birb, dada!” She clapped her hands and jumped few times, laughing.

Bucky blinked few times, chuckling with a consternation. “Excuse me, young lady, what did you say, huh?” He had to hear it again, Bucky wanted to laugh so hardly but he was trying his best to keep a straight face. He pulled out a phone from his pocket and started recording his daughter. “Can you repeat what you’ve just said, Y/D/N?”

She nodded with a smirk. “Yes, dada! I will be birb like uncle Falcon before me!” Girl said proudly.

Bucky turned the filming off, he quickly clicked on ‘share’ button and send the short video to you and Sam with a note: “someone has a new idol and, surprisingly, it’s not me.”

Bucky’s daughter giggled, waving her arms for the pick-up she knew was coming, but before she was hoisted high, she was on her bottom again.

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from laughing this time. He picked girl up and rocked her in his arms, cuddling with her. “I love you, little bunny.” He said firmly, stroking her cheek with his metal finger.

She grabbed his metal hand and nuzzled to it. “Love dada too.” She stated simply and it was enough to melt Bucky’s heart.

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