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shackleton2 · 1 year ago

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I'm working on this fic where I'm trying to write an emotionally dark take on post-Winter-Soldier recovery, where Steve & Co capture Soldier-Bucky right after the events of Insight, when he's still almost entirely in the grips of Hydra's programming.

I loved this Sebastian Stan quote someone shared on here: “That’s why he doesn’t kill him. That’s why he saves him. That end scene to me was always like: ‘I don’t know what this is, I just know I’m supposed to do this right now. Whatever this is, I’m supposed to protect this for some reason.” I love the heartbreaking urge to protect Steve being impossible to erase or repress despite everything, but what stands out for me is also that this confirms what his expression and act of walking away seem to say on the riverbank: he has no idea what the hell is going on. His brain didn't go "OMG STEVE" and switch him back over to Bucky Barnes in that incredible final moment on the helicarrier—the wall of programming just got its first tiny crack.

It drives me crazy that the Soldier walks away after saving Steve—he wants to know why he saved him, how he knows him, obviously, but he walks away from the simplest way to find those answers-STAY WITH STEVE, drink hot chocolate under blankets with steve!! It also drives my fangirl heart crazy what a stubborn resilient competent independent SOB post-WS Bucky is. He doesn’t trust anyone and he doesn’t want anyone to own him ever again.

He’s got conflicting lines of thought that lead to the same conclusion: He’s programmed to kill Steve, those are his final standing orders, and obeying orders is all he knows. If he wants to keep Steve safe on some level, he knows that won’t be with him, because of those orders, because Hydra owns him. On the other hand, if he’s realized that Hydra is his enemy, he also knows that SHIELD is Hydra, and Cap is affiliated with SHIELD, and thus can’t be trusted to keep Hydra away from him. And/or he disobeyed orders and abandoned his mission, and he doesn’t know why, but he does know the consequences for doing that, and thus has a lot of resentment for the guy that made him do so.

To be clear, I love the Bucky Barnes character and I think any narrative that casts him as a reformed villain who needs to make up for his past actions is bullshit. He is a victim, not only of what was done to him, but also what he was forced with zero agency to do. Having said that, I’m also totally riveted by the Winter Soldier as a bad guy, a threat, a killer. In the MCU movies he goes off after the Insight debacle and somehow deprograms himself all alone, and the next time we see him in Civil War he’s got his sense of himself as Bucky pretty much back—he’s in control of his actions, he knows his and Steve’s history, and he doesn’t want to hurt people. I’m stuck on what else the story could have been instead of the hand-wave transition from brainwashed murderer to Steve Rogers’ loyal friend. The only traumatic encounters with the Soldier Steve experiences are those in the movie where he’s actively trying to kill him, which that’s definitely bad enough for poor Steve—but what about traumatic emotional encounters? What about Steve Rogers trying to talk and reach his friend, but the person he’s talking to is the Soldier immediately post-Insight, still mentally in Hydra’s possession much more than his own?

Anyway one day this little scene came to me and I'm building this WIP, including these notes, around it. Successfully? Who knows, not me.

He regarded Steve through the glass with a hint of curiosity. His voice was soft and quiet. “Why do you come?”

Steve leaned forward and tried to meet those icy eyes. He couldn’t help it. “You’re my friend. You might not remember me, but I will always be your friend.”

The Soldier tilted his head, still questioning. “That’s why you come here?” Every day, Steve thought he heard unspoken; he wasn’t sure whether Bucky registered his presence at all some days, but maybe every instance was recorded in his mind. Maybe not. What happened to a supersoldier brain when it incurred severe sustained deliberate damage was a riddle they were just beginning to examine.

Steve was determined to be steadfast, but there was little he could do to calm the intensity of what he felt. He wanted Bucky to ask these things, because he wanted him to know these things, and he would tell him again and again forever in the hope he would one day believe him and then remember himself.

“I’m here because I want to know how you’re doing. I want you to know I’m here. I’ll come every day unless you tell me honestly you don’t want me to.”

Still the cocked head, the mystified expression. “You come because…he was your friend.”

He leaned in an inch more and found his forehead touching the glass. “You’re my friend. You are Bucky Barnes. You were born in 1917 and we grew up together. You are a good man. What happened to you…was wrong, and I will do everything I can to make it better, for the rest of my life. That’s a promise.”

The cocked head straightened and it looked like some kind of comprehension dawned. He was looking at Steve in a way he couldn’t remember Bucky ever looking before, and after wondering for a few moments Steve realized it was pity on his face.

“You think he’s here.” The look of pity intensified. “You think you...can talk. To him.”

Steve swallowed. “I…I know he is. I don’t know how to convince you it’s true, but I swear it. We played together as kids and then we grew up and lived together and then the war came and we fought together. And now we’re here. I know you don’t remember, Bucky, but there’s no way I’m giving up on you, even if you never do. I know you. I’ve known you as long as I can remember.”

On the other side of the glass Bucky’s expression had settled into the blank resignation the Soldier often wore. He licked his lips, an oddly human gesture that hurt Steve’s heart, and then said, with what might have been an attempt at gentleness, “Your friend. Is gone.”

Steve took a moment, felt his forehead press a little harder on the glass. “If he’s gone, who am I talking to?”

“What,” the Soldier corrected, and then answered, “Hydra.”

He was going to need a lot of punching bags later. “Emotions don’t help,” Natasha had told him, brisk and flint-hard the way she was when she was being kind. “Men think they understand this, but they don’t. Understand it.”

Steve was beginning to understand. He didn’t howl or pound on the glass or leave to find a fight. Instead he swallowed again and asked with a calm that shocked him, “So you…believe in Hydra? In what they do?”

“The Soldier is the fist of Hydra. Weapons don’t believe. They do not need to. The Winter Soldier. Is. Hydra.”

That was the most the Soldier had spoken in one go.

#fanfic ramblings #cookin in my stewpot #post-winter soldier fanfic #steve rogers and bucky barnes #captain america and the winter soldier #struggling with how much i should make him be mean to steve lol #and for how long #and I have a little brainworm that Tony finds out about his parents a different way while the WS is in custody in stark tower #and him and steve fighting causes the soldier to break out to protect steve #🤷🤷🤷#what happens next?? eww i have to write it to find out???

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sitp-recs · 2 years ago

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Hi (waves excitedly!!!!) do you have any recs where draco's characterisation is basically just "my life's mission to harass harry potter is back on track." Like he is just living his life being chaotic and also embraces muggle things yk

Hi there! Such good food, love me me a chaotic Draco driving Harry up the wall Harry haha peak dynamics! I hope you enjoy these:

What Potter Wants by birdsofshore (E, 3.3k)

Harry definitely didn't want to do that to Malfoy. Not at all. So why did Malfoy keep saying that he did?

The Morning After by birdsofshore and capitu (M, 5k)

This is what happens when you stick your wand in places where it really shouldn't go.

The Antique Bed Frame by lazywonderland (E, 5.4k)

Draco “needs his bed fixed.” Harry offers to help.

Let Me Have You and I'll Let You Save Me by Frayach (M, 6k)

Draco keeps coming back, and Harry keeps letting him. Draco can’t stay away, and Harry can’t live without him.

The Risk of Exposure by marguerite_26 (E, 6.6k)

After Draco discovers something about Harry during a chance meeting, Harry can’t seem to get him out of his head or out of his life.

Good Talk, Potter by loveglowsinthedark (E, 6.7k)

Potter begins to take me apart, each savage, pounding thrust peeling away layer after layer of everything that I am, reaming me open in a way that makes me wonder how I’ll ever be able to let anybody else but him fuck me after this.

Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by fluxweeed and lastontheboat

Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping.

Adventures in Truth and Texting by fluxweed (E, 11k)

Former Death Eaters are being targeted with a Veritaserum curse – it’s permanent, and makes victims speak aloud their every thought. Luckily, it’s easier to control when writing – and Hermione is trying to introduce Muggle technology to the wizarding world.

An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (E, 15k)

As Draco leaned on the wall to wait for them to get dressed, he could not help feeling like he had done a very kind thing by disrupting them. Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had. The man had saved the bloody world—okay, mostly Europe—the least someone could do was give him a proper shag.

Stupid Love by The_Sinking_Ship (E, 17k)

Harry Potter, how does Draco Malfoy hate thee? Let me count the ways.

Reparatio by astolat (E, 17k)

Draco snorted. “I’m not reduced to penury. I want something considerably beyond money, and I rather think you’re the only one can give it to me.”

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by Cibee (T, 19k)

Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved!

IDK My BFF Hermione? by lettered (E, 19k)

Draco's a hot mess. Harry's lovin' it (hell yes).

Breaking All The Rules by Frayach (E, 22k) - AU

Malfoy is slowly wringing the last vestiges of pleasure from Harry’s life with all his rules and committees and agendas and reports. Or is he?

Fearful Trill by Vukovich (E, 29k)

Harry should have come out and met someone when he was younger. He should have seen a doctor about the pain in his hip while youth was still on his side. Now, he's made his peace with dying young, but maybe not with dying alone.

Glory Be by Lomonaaeren (E, 33k)

Draco—Draco Malfoy, skilled assassin, powerful and wealthy Veela, former Death Eater—has always known what to do, where to go, who to kill. And then Harry Potter came along: Harry Potter, Unspeakable, former Auror, the most powerful wizard Draco has ever seen. And Draco catches a glimpse of glory he may be unable to live without.

The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by eidheann and firethesound (E, 36k)

After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.

Bite Me, Hate Memes by pir8fancier (E, 44k)

Draco Malfoy is incensed to realize that someone is trying to usurp his position as the premier Harry Potter hater.

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Harry's assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy's missing persons case so he can be declared dead.

Loverboys by corvuscrowned (E, 84k)

As post-war violence and tensions rise, it seems as if there’s no hope to unify the wizarding world. Except, maybe, a manufactured relationship between resident Saviour Harry Potter and known purveyor of the Dark Arts Draco Malfoy. (The fact that they detest each other is beside the point.)

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (E, 104k)

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

#asks #drarry reclist #chaotic Draco #we love to see him

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starksvinyls · 10 months ago

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Title: The Sugar Effect (1/?) Rating: Teen+ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: AU - Modern, AU - Bakery, AU - Coffee Shop, AU - No Powers, Slow Burn, Awkward Flirting, Flirting, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Additional Tags To Be Added Summary: While out in Brooklyn, Tony Stark stumbles upon a bakery, and a bakery owner, that he just can't seem to stay away from. Notes: for @buckybarnesbingo square K4 'au: bakery' and @tonystarkbingo square R4 'au: coffee shop'.

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Tony grumbled to himself as he trudged down the block. What sort of company held their meetings in Brooklyn, of all places? The manufacturing plant wasn’t here, and their head office certainly wasn’t here. Tony sent sent Friday a note to remind him to deny the company's offers for a merger and then shoved his phone in his inner jacket pocket just as the clouds overhead opened up. He cursed and tried to stay under storefront awnings, but it was no use, the rain coming down traveled with the slight wind whipping through the buildings, and Tony found that his Tom Ford suit was not made for the rain.

Reaching for the handle on the first place he saw that served coffee, Tony pulled the door open and nearly sighed at the cinnamon scented warmth at seeped through his suit. A small bell had jingled over the door, and a man in long sleeves stepped out from the back. He was taller than Tony and his silky looking brown hair was pulled back into a bun. Pfft, hipsters.

“Welcome to Wake and Bake, what can I getcha?”

“Wake and Bake?” Tony raised an eyebrow and then glanced back at the door. Definitely hipsters.

“It’s funny,” The man shrugged. “So, can I get ya anything?”

“Coffee, hot.” Tony stepped towards the counter.

The man nodded and turned his back to Tony as he prepared his drink. Taking the opportunity, Tony glanced around the shop; the walls were covered in shelves full of knickknacks, several mismatched overstuffed arm chairs were placed around low bookshelves and coffee tables. The walls, what little of them he could see through all the artwork hung up, were black. The floor looked like that industrial made light colored hard wood. Several pastry cases sat to his left, shelves half filled with delicious looking treats. There was no one else in the small store besides him and the employee.

“Here ya go,” The man said as he placed the full cardboard cup on the counter. “Lids, sugar and what-not are over there.” He jerked his head, chin indicating which way as he his fingers tapped over an iPad. “Anything else?”

“How about a chocolate muffin? My CEO will kill me if I come back empty handed after ducking out of a meeting.”

The man chuckled and stepped over to the case. He selected one and placed it into a paper bag. “Wouldn’t want that,” He placed the bag next to Tony’s coffee.

With nothing else to keep him, Tony tapped his card on the reader and gathered up his coffee and muffin. He dreaded going back out into the rain, so he tapped out an SOS to Happy while he doctored up his coffee.

—-

He wasn’t specifically out to go to the bakery in Brooklyn, but once again Tony found himself in the borough and thought “why the hell not?” so he instructed Happy to stop on the way back to Manhattan. Tony hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the guy behind the counter. It had been awhile since a man caught his attention like that, it mostly being women - and then exclusively Pepper for awhile - for quite some years. But that stupid hipster man-bun had Made Tony wonder that deep brown hair would look like when let down, freshly washed and soft– damnit. Tony definitely had a thing for long hair, and he needed to stop thinking about it before the car came to a stop outside the shop.

This time, there were a few people scattered around - a girl on a laptop with green hair and more metal in her face than was probably healthy, a guy reading a book, and a tiny man with a drawing pad and a pencil. The same guy was behind the counter, wiping part of it down, and he smiled as Tony walked up.

“Duck out of another meeting?”

Tony smirked. “Nah, but I figured I’d give this place another shot. CEO loved the muffin, by the way.”

“Well, I appreciate it.”

“You’re the owner?” Tony was a bit surprised, this guy definitely did not give off bakery owner vibes.

“Owner, head baker, cleaning staff, and occasional accountant,” The man smiled. “I’m Bucky.”

“Tony,” He glanced up at the menu board. “Let me have a latte this time.”

—-

Bucky got to work, he didn’t know much about coffee - baking was his true specialty - but damn near everyone he talked to when he was trying to get Wake and Bake from an idea to an actual business told him it would be a good idea to serve coffee with the baked goods. So a couple brews of simple drip coffee, a latte, and a plain mocha made it’s way to the menu. Stuff Bucky could handle.

He turned back to the man at the counter and placed the latte down. “Anything else?”

The man studied the pastry case for a moment before his eyes lit up. “You have baklava?”

Bucky smiled. “Ma’s family recipe.”

“I’ll take two - no wait make it three - pieces.”

Bucky laughed as he bagged up the baklava, it was always nice when people appreciated his family recipes. Once Bucky placed the bag down, the man grabbed it and pulled out a piece to immediately try.

The noise he mad as he bit into the crispy and gooey layers was almost pornographic, but Bucky ignored the way it made heat pool in his stomach and just chuckled. “Good?”

“So good,” Tony quickly nodded. “In fact gimme a couple more pieces.” He said as he pulled out his wallet.

—-

As soon as the door had finished shutting, Steve was out of his seat, headed for the counter. He had to pause as his vision swam and he swayed slightly, but then resumed his mission.

“Bucky!”

His best friend grinned over at him. “Another cookie?”

“You can not flirt with him!” Steve hissed.

Bucky’s eyebrows notched down, furrowing. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“That is Tony Stark,” When there was no recognition in his friend’s expression, Steve huffed. “But ugly building in Manhattan? Takes up my view of an otherwise gorgeous skyline?”

He ignored Bucky’s muttered “Oh, right.” and barreled on.

“I know you like to flirt with the customers, get more tips, but you can not flirt with that one, Buck, he’s bad news!”

Bucky just raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t know being nice to the customers was considered flirtin’, but I’ll keep that in mind.”

Steve huffed, arms crossing over his chest. “Whatever, just give me another cookie.”

#buckybarnesbingo2023 #tonystarkbingomarkvii #tsbmvii #winteriron fanfic #marvel fanfic #starksvinyls fic #fic: the sugar effect #winteriron

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clonerightsagenda · 3 months ago

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His Dark Materials season 3 continues!

These were slightly less grueling although part of it might be that I had a task to work on while watching. I still get the sense that they dragged out every beat with a bunch of additional conversations whenever they could. Maybe that would be more welcome if I was watching this week by week as they were released rather than in a row.

Episode 5:

Oh thank god the mulefa do have their seedpod wheels, just not all the time.

I bet Mary wishes her degree was in botany, zoology, or anthropology, not theoretical physics.

We really speedrun the mulefa plotline in this. I wonder if it's difficult for show only people to follow? I naturally can fill in the gaps without thinking about it too much. The take that Eden is a savanna filled with rollerskating elephants remains bold.

They put Mrs. Coulter back into skirts... the monsters. Mrs. Coulter x pants is the real flagship of this tv show.

Will misgendered his daemon but then immediately switched to "her" when he talked about her being with Pan. Maybe the reminder that Pan is male tipped him off.

Going to the land of the dead and saying 'do you guys want to like. leave' remains a power move. Love a good harrowing of hell/afterlife breakout. The walls being piles of cast off objects from the living world is an interesting addition.

Roger: I've changed. My mom: I got a lot older. Me: It turns out if you die you can still go through puberty. It's part of our torture.

They cut the liar/Lyra bit with the harpies which is a shame. I guess they sort of used it earlier with the guard in the entry area of the land of the dead calling her a liar. Still all the harpies stuff is kind of out of order, with Gracious Wings saving her before they made their deal. Also instead of human heads the harpies look like they are part turtle.

Will and Lyra: languishing in hell Mary: hot girl summer

They sure dragged the bomb thing out. Honestly I don't hate it missing Lyra because the target locked too early, considering 'a ghost magically knows about the bomb and they defeat quantum entanglement by giving her a haircut' was kind of an ass pull. I also don't necessarily hate the rift being the angels retaliating, since it makes Metatron a more major player before his defeat and it makes the increasing loss of Dust a more direct part of the 'battle'. It does sort of undercut so much of the damage to the worlds being humans fucking shit up in the name of the Authority though. The angels in the book really don't do much, and I think that's by design. Also talking to you, Good Omens showrunners.

Episode 6:

Nooooooo not more voiceovers

Ruta lampshades it in the books but really how did Lord Asriel build his massive compound with foundries in like 2 months after crossing universes with nothing but the clothes on his back.

Asriel seeing a giant rift rip open between worlds: clearly this is about me

Mrs. Coulter: Our daughter is dead. Asriel: *read 4:16 pm*

Mrs. Coulter is like what they say about converts being the biggest zealots except she's converted to parenthood

Sergei got sucked into the rift? Ok so they racebent Ruta, made her clash with Serafina as the more violent/impulsive one, gave her the tension with Mrs. Coulter, and then killed her off even though she doesn't die (at least onscreen) in the books. Not a good look, guys!

Adding some Roger/Will active jealousy rather than Roger just sadly observing how close he and Lyra are now while Lyra doesn't even realize it. Suppose that's harder to do in video. But Will are you really gonna beef with a dead kid. Let him have this

Asriel and Iorek talking is show!original but I'll let it slide because it was satisfying to see someone finally hit Asriel

Will's dad finally (vaguely) drops the lore about the wrong world killing you, even if he didn't make it sound fatal in the same way. You guys couldn't have even had him dramatically coughing up a little blood in the last season? That's a classic

IDK why Will's dad got to explain what happens to ghosts while Lyra keeps saying she doesn't know. Babe you have the alethiometer

They didn't have Lee and Will's dad stick around to be a gay ghost warrior duo! I'm genuinely surprised considering how they went out of their way otherwise to give LMM more scenes.

Mrs. Coulter heart to heart with the golden monkey. Golden monkey sympathy arc has been THE most surprising adaptation change tbh. Not even joking about this

#kat watches his dark materials #mgmlb

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maguro13-2 · 1 year ago

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Justice for All ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 2 Pt.3

[People Murmuring]

Salem Citizen A : Did anyone heard, what happened?

Salem Citizen B : There's something going on with the State of Nevada today!

Salem Citizen C : I can't get a word of what's happening right now! Is this something to bug me or something!

Kimial Diehl : I Wonder what are the fusses is about?

Ashley : I'm not sure. But what I do know, is that something's happening with the world of Soul Eater. Rumors to believe that Xenahort is putting the whole world of Soul Eater into it's nearing end, in with that in a moment, We just found out that this might be our chance that the kid named Crona escaped from that horrifying trio that enforced him throughout the years.

[SFX : Rumbling]

Kimial Diehl : Hey, Is it me or does the ground starting to shake?

Ashley : Huh? Hey, Kimial, get a load of that! [they see the Halberd flying over the city of Salem, which is descending to crash into the ocean] It's Meta Knight's ship!

Kimial Diehl : And why is it coming down?

[DBZ SFX : LOUD EXPLOSION]

Kimial Diehl : AHH!

Ashley : Ngh!

[PEOPLE YELLING IN FEAR]

Kimial Diehl : Hey! What happened!? The Halberd! I-It crashed into the sea!

Ashley : It crashed landed! Why the hell did Meta Knight's ship get blown up into the sea?

[Event : Strain - Kenichi Tokoi]

Kimial Diehl : I don't know what's going on? But something tells me that no one aboard the ship is okay with everyone, but i didn't think it exploded on it's own, it was only loosing altitude. Who would go an blow up a giant ship like that?

[DBZ SFX : Wall Hit/Crash]

Ashley : Woah! Was that a meteor just now!?

Kimial Diehl : I don't think a meteor crashed into the woods. But we gotta investigate the cause from the explosion of Meta Knight's ship. Come! Follow me!

[cuts to the two flying on their brooms]

Ashley : So, after Crona was defeated on the ship, something from the halberd must've crashed landed in the woods, we gotta find out check if there's any signs of life in the woods. Well, according to this device, there should be civilians or escaped prisoners that crashed landed in the Massachusetts woods, it's hardly to recommend, that our forces will look forward to stopping the enemy raid. Now then, if we could get the coordinates set, we should...

Kimial Diehl : [notices something] Hey, Ash. Not to mention for a late BBQ for the vacation we planned, but should the woods be on fire like that?

Ashley : Huh? [discovers the woods that is set on fire] What the-?! Oh sh*t! The entire woods is on fire!

[S.E.E.D - Kenichi Tokoi, Masamichi Amano]

Kimial Diehl : I don't like the sounds of this, but this is literally going to mess up the entire state. Here, put this on! [gives Ashley a firefighter gas mask and she puts it on as well as ashley] Time to find out what's been cooking in the woods.

Ashley : Roger!

[cuts to Kaguya (the Clown) battles against Jacqueline]

Kaguya : Come on, you worthless fire demon! Is that the best you can do!? Come on! I'm just warming up!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Can't say how much you pulled everything our of your tracks! It's best that you a pyrokinectic demon has no superior to my flammin' hot style!

Kaguya : I'm just lucky that you should be worrying that anyone tells you should not to play with fire! Haaaaah! [Jacqueline avoids her attack]

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Best of 3?

Kaguya : You betcha!

[BLAZING - Jun Senoue]

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : So, I heard that the Grandson of the devil, Asura Kusakabe, created you as a demon or a Clown that I'd like to make you a heartless too?

Kaguya : So what? That's not gonna bother me to handle that question, how bout it? So you're willing to give up like a sly dog, or you'll be out of breath in your style! I heard that you like pyrokinesis too? Well, here's the fact. In the Ohkubo verse, the world of Soul Eater was originally a world full of pyrokinetics, the ability that humans have to control the fire as superpowers. I was once a human being in the old world of Shinra before Asura created me.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : You, a human being? you used to live in the Old World of Shinra? What an intriguing question. Not as smart as ever! Guess what, I happened to be a Pyrokinetic you know. We got the same skills, the same abilities, and do you know what it's like to live in "his" world before the world of Soul Eater was created by him?

Kaguya : Persistent, It's like that in the Ohkuboverse before it's chronological order comes to an end, the end that Soul World would eventually be consumed by the darkness itself, just like what Master Xenahort told.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Master Xenahort? He told you that the world of Soul Eater will end by being consumed by the darkness? What does he mean by that?

[THUNDER BOOM+Rain Pattering heavily]

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Huh? What? Hey, was it just raining by now? I don't feel like it's raining.

Kaguya : [suddenly, her hair color changes to light blue] Oh no! Not again! [An energy shot attacks at her directly, knocking her out]

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Just for the sake of it, I wonder why did it started to rain all of a sudden?

Kimial Diehl : Jacqueline! Jacqueline, over here!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : [gaps] Kimial! [turns and sees Kimial and Ashley on their broom while Ashley is using her wand to cast a rain spell]

Ashley : I can use any type of magic I wanna use. This rain spell should be in good use of putting out this fire.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Ah, the dectective. It's been a warm welcome since Kimial knows about you. [the two lands] You must be Ashley, I'm your partner's girlfriend, Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre. [shakes hands with Ashley]

Ashley : Are you hurt or anything?

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Nope! Not at all! [looks around to see the woods burnt] Can't say how much it costs this to rejuvenate the woods, but a science project would definitely get a reforestation idea.

Ashley : So, was that you fighting in the woods with fire? You know that you should know better than not to play with fire in the woods. It's too dangerous and it nearly costs every single life.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Yeah, that was kind of something when I was battling this "naked" woman over here after she crashed landed here in the woods.

Kimial Diehl : "That woman"? A naked woman? Where do you find a woman naked in the woods...Hmmm? This strange woman...it's so rare to find a naked woman in the woods, but there's some kind of clue to tell me who is this person? [checks on Kaguya's body to figure it out, she then gasped in shock after she sees Kishin markings on her body] Hey, those markings! What are those on her body?! These symbols, are those the eyes of Demon Vibe that Penny mentioned? That's what led Shinra to create the world of Soul Eater, the markings on her body would be so mysteriously having a clue. [thinking] Hmmm...

~ Seventeenth Scene : Phoenix Rose From the Ashes ~

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QUEEN FOR A DAY

That time I interviewed Queen for a Day's GREGORY FINSLEY

King of Queen

TAKING HIS BOW AND CURTAIN CALL: Finsley says Queen for a Day's last performance is Saturday at Club Dada. [PHOTOS: KUSNER]

Gregory Finsley keeps Freddie Mercury’s spirit alive and well with Queen for a Day.

But the phenomenal Dallas tribute band is calling it quits

By DANIEL KUSNER | Sept. 3, 2004

Dallas is losing a remarkable cultural asset, since Saturday marks Queen for a Day’s last performance.

And apparently, our gay community missed out.

A lack of quality-paying gigs, differences about the group’s direction and other career commitments has led singer Gregory Finsley to call it quits.

It was a bitter decision.

“We could have done much more damage, made a lot more money and played a lot of other places. Unfortunately, because everyone else is so tied down with families and other career commitments, there’s no way we could have done it. It really pisses me off,” Finsley says.

When it comes to the tribute band genre, Queen for a Day is arguably one of the best.

There was no room for mediocrity in Freddie Mercury’s supergroup.

And to emulate the band’s magic is no easy task.

Queen was pompous.

Cheesily overdriven.

Faux-operatic.

Full of hot air.

And that’s why they were so magnificent.

Finsley’s lifelong dream was to be just like Freddie Mercury.

At 12, he attended Queen’s “News of the World” tour on Dec. 10, 1977, at the Tarrant County Convention Center.

His world took shape as he watched Mercury from the lower balcony off stage-left.

“It blew my mind — my first concert ever. I had already been playing drums. I looked at Freddie and Roger [Taylor, drummer] and decided that’s exactly what I want to do,” Finsley remembers.

Through high school, Finsley stuck with drums.

He even dabbled in bisexuality.

But he was a full-on Queen addict and constantly sang his heart out to Mercury’s compositions.

The flamboyant rock god had a profound influence.

“I think Freddie caused me to be a little braver, livelier, more daring. Eventually people would say, ‘You sound just like that dude from Queen,”’ he explains.

“By listening to all the songs over and over, it was like brainwashing. I emulated all those inflections that Freddie gave off.”

Finsley learned piano and became an accomplished signer, performer and drum teacher.

He formed with various groups, but didn’t delve into the Queen catalog until fairly recently.

A few years ago — while living in New Orleans and playing with a band on Bourbon Street — Finsley rocked the house with a cover version of “Tie Your Mother Down.”

A spot-on crowd pleaser.

In December 2001, he returned to Dallas and was working as a salesman at Brook Mays Music Co.

Co-worker Brian Harris overheard Finsley at the piano performing a rendition of “Somebody to Love.”

A light bulb went off.

Queen for a Day was born.

It takes a lot of work to nail Queen's over- reaching pastiche rock.

Finsley and Harris (a supreme guitarist) rounded up a tight rhythm section — drummer Alan Mouradian and bassist Jimmy Cleaver.

This talented foursome could handle the complex arrangements and intricate hooks.

You can’t have Queen without the charisma of Freddie Mercury.

And you can’t be Freddie “the entertainer” (who had an easily forgettable career as a solo artist) without the balls-to-the-wall musicianship of Queen.

Seb Hunter, author of “Hell Bent for Leather: Confessions of a Heavy Metal Addict’ (Harper Collins, 2004), brilliantly summed up Queen’s essence in a recent e-mail.

“The usual rock star ‘credibility trappings’ didn’t apply. Freddie didn’t care what people thought of him. So he was free to take his vaudeville vision as far as he could — which ended up being rather a long way! He was also lucky in that the rest of the band were able to act as his ‘foil.’ They supplied the traditional meat-and-potatoes while Freddie whirled and danced over the top of it. The po-faced seriousness of the rest of the band served as both a counterweight to Freddie’s outrageousness as well as a solid musical platform. Their ‘straightness’ was also handy in that it deflected a significant amount of Freddie’s natural ‘gayness,’ making it acceptable for your average homophobic rock fan to like the band.”

Like contact sports, rock music is astoundingly conservative.

In their day, Queen earned its stripes as a respected rock group.

And anti-gay fans simply overlooked Mercury’s macho flamboyance.

Finsley confirms that only Freddie Mercury can get away with his brand of absurd, high camp in the face of serious rock.

When Queen for a Day started to take shape, “I got ecstatic. Ideas started flowing about songs we could play. But a lot of those got turned down by Brian [Harris] because he thought they were ‘too gay,”’ Finsley explains. “And of course that was head-butt city right there.”

Harris’ vision was to only cull songs from a portion of group’s catalog: 1973-1981.

“But Queen is not just one period. There’s 25 years of material,” Finsley says.

So a dream come true is coming to an end.

Finsley is moving back to New Orleans in less than two weeks.

Queen for a Day’s rare performances are usually packed with area musicians who have memorized every hardcore note in the Queen catalog.

Finsley says the gay community never embraced Queen for a Day.

Saturday will probably be the last time to do so.

Sept. 4. at 10:30p.m. Club Dada, 2720 Elm St. 214-744-3232.

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Rules Free Radio March 12

Tuesdays 2pm - 5pm EST Rules Free Radio With Steve Caplan bombshellradio.com On this session of Rules Free Radio with Steve Caplan, we’re going to hear some new and recent music by The Campbell Apartment, Tall Poppy Syndrome, Shufflepuck, Smack Champion, The James Clarke Institute, The Bevis Frond, Coco, The Cleaners From Venus, Daniel Romano, Van Duren, The Pheromoans, Cat Cork, Loving, Modern English, Hurray For The Riff Raff, and a few others. Currents to classics by The Garment District, Electric Light Orchestra, Roger McGuinn with Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers, The Laughing Dogs, Teenage Fanclub,The Kinks, The Royalettes, The Flamin’ Groovies, Marvin Gaye, Bubble Puppy, Joan Osborne, Neil Young, The Doors, A Perfect Circle, Patti Smith and more. Tall Poppy Syndrome - This Time Tomorrow Electric Light Orchestra - Do Ya Teenage Fanclub - Falling Into The Sun Jenny Owens Youngs - Knife Went In The Garment District - A Street Called Finland Shufflepuck - Where The Hell Is She Smack Champion - Crying Over You The Campbell Apartment - When I Fall The Laughing Dogs - What Ya Doin' It For The Flamin' Groovies - Absolutely Sweet Marie The Kinks - See My Friends The James Clark Institute Phantom Girl Big Star - When My Baby's Beside Me Van Duren - Her Name Comes Up Lisa Mychols - Looking at the Sun Coco - Mythological Man The Cleaners From Venus - The Beautiful Stoned Roger McGuinn w/ Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - King of the Hill The Bevis Frond - Maybe We Got It Wrong The Beatles - Paperback Writer Liam Gallagher & John Squire - I'm So Bored Elvis Costello - Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution) Daniel Romano - Where’s Paradise Bubble Puppy - Hot Smoke & Sassafrass Sendelica - Journey To The Center Of The Mind Patti Smith - 25th Floor High On Rebellion The Doors - Not To Touch The Earth Modern English - Out to Lunch The Pheromoans - It's a Little Bit Different Hurray For The Riff Raff - The World Is Dangerous Neil Young - Only Love Can Break Your Heart The Royalettes - It's Gonna Take A Miracle Marvin Gaye - Distant Lover October London - Do What You Do Norman Connors - The Creator Has a Master Plan Joan Osborne - Why Can't We Live Together Jeremiah Chiu - Transparent Spheres Siouxsie & the Banshees - Strange Fruit Cat Cork - Miracle A Perfect Circle - Fiddle and the Drum Loving - Gift Todd Rundgren - Wailing Wall Aoife O'Donovan - Town of Mercy Read the full article

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@illogicalkat no kittens yet, but good grief, Cardamom is ROUND.

@winterspiderpurrs I see your addition, and raise you this!

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Eddie Brock had already been on a red eye flight to New York from California to do some in depth investigation on OsCorp when, with an hour left before landing, he got an email from his editor about a story change, concerning one Tony Stark. An email that needed to be a phone discussion, but NOT where the walls had ears.

Nearly three hours later, shortly after 9am but feeling like 4am with the time difference, he was on a bench in Central Park, the remnants of two hot dogs, a bag of popcorn, and a Coke next to him, while he worked on a candy bar.

"And your source is good?"

His editor had a buddy who lived in Manhattan, who really did nothing more than keep an ear out for celebrity gossip. Which, to be fair, was why he'd been on the way to begin with. He couldn't shake the idea that there was a two-faced nature with the Osbornes, and Eddie was inclined to agree. For all that he had his own personal monsters, there just seemed to be something UGLY hiding behind their carefully curated smiles.

"Seems pretty damning to me. Even had Stark showing up to an address in New York. His plates got flagged at the toll station."

"And they said that Potts couldn't get into the building?"

"Oh yeah. Had a FIT in front of the doors too."

Tony Stark was a notorious Manhattan boy. The only reason he's not in Manhattan is because he's gone to the Malibu branch of SI. Or the branch in Japan. Or racing in Monaco, before visiting his mother's family in Italy.

(He's an INVESTIGATIVE journalist, and all of that information was a matter of public record.)

Slumming it in BROOKLYN of all places--well, slumming it for Tony Stark, at any rate. It was unprecedented. Beyond unusual. Which meant there was a fascinating reason. And Stark's CEO, Virginia Potts, unable to access the castle of her kingdom, fighting off the security guards with a wildness worthy of a Jerry Springer episode?

Oh, there was a STORY.

"And if I recall correctly, some big names had just started talking about getting invites to the Stark-Potts wedding. And then THIS shit happens. Juicy as HELL."

"So we gonna run it as Trouble in Paradise?"

"Not quite yet. See what you can find out about that address where he was pinged. Gotta hunch that it's connected to Potts screaming her head off. I don't think I've seen her this rattled since that wreck Stark was in about 14 or 15 years ago, in Vegas."

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After checking in at a hotel and getting a few hours of shut-eye, Eddie cracked open his laptop and set to work, pulling up the YellowPages site--he paid PREMIUM, dammit--and typing in the various addresses of the houses that Stark could have visited, hoping to narrow it down. From where he'd been parked, there were four brownstones Eddie needed to pull information on, going through the list of previous and current occupants, and going through their background information.

It was a tedious process, but one that Eddie ultimately found rewarding.

Five hours later, Eddie struck GOLD. One brownstone, completely owned by one James Buchanan Barnes, Alpha, and occupied by Steven Grant Rogers, Alpha, Peter Benjamin Parker, Omega, and one Harley Edwin Anthony Parker, undesignated.

This wouldn't have been anything of note, except Peter Benjamin Parker had been registered to the same rehab facility Stark had been in, a decade and a half ago, right before Vegas.

He looked at the name behind the undesignated line, before typing the name in a search bar. The two middle names were left out, but "Harley Parker" was already making a name for himself at his STEM school.

The desk chair creaked a bit as Eddie sat back, contemplating. While possible, it's incredibly unlikely that Tony Stark would keep such a remarkable kid under wraps. And even if he'd tried, at some point, word would've got out. You can't hold kids back from social media, after all.

Stark may have JUST found out about the existence of this kid. And the one person who may have known about the kid was his CEO.

GodDAMN.

Virginia Potts being "rattled" didn't even come CLOSE to what she was possibly in for.

He reached for his cellphone and made the call.

"Boss, you are never gonna believe what I just found."

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I lied to myself and typed this up before showering. I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF.

The post was getting a little long BUT @illogicalkat and @smidnite are so amazing for this!

Previous posts from the last addition done here:

And cause I loved it.... imma add a little more :D

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Steve went to get Sarah; his mom on the phone. She was always a voice of reason with him. He was hopefully she could shed some positive light in this situation.

"-That child has known you practically his whole life. You're his papa. Doesn’t matter what some... DNA test says A leanbh. " her Irish accent became more prominent, the more she talked.

" But a man has a right to his child. I know it's going to be hard. And poor Peter! Having to face that man again! I woulda hit him!"

Steve coughed a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

" Well, uuhh.. no problem there."

" Steve Grant Rogers Barnes! That temper of yours is always getting you in trouble!"

" Ma!"

" Could be making the situation worse."

" I know, Ma, I know..."

Steve could hear her sigh on the other side of the phone.

" Well. Was it at least a good hit?"

Steve laughs and moves back toward the dining room where Peter and Matt are still at.

" Yeah, it was a -"

Clatter.

The phone slipped from Steve's hand as he stared at Peter.

While Steve had wondered off to speak to him mom, Bucky had gone back up stares to check on Harley and May after seeing that Tony had gotten in the car and was a long ways away from the house.

Peter gathered up the paper they had, scanning it over to Matt's office for him so he could review it again in Braille once he got it to his special machine.

" I uuhh... have another question since it's just us."

" Of course. What is it?"

Matt tilted his head toward Peter, sensing that he was nervous again.

" I umm read before that you cannot uhh get divorced if your... pregnant?"

Matt blinks.

" Oh,"

Peter nervously gathers the papers and puts the extra copies in Matt's briefcase for him.

" It's not his. Obviously, but umm, I just wanted to be sure."

Matt smiles and shakes his head.

" You're fine. The state of New York lets you. And as he has no rights to you anymore... you're safe. Congratulations."

Peter smiled in relief and pressed a hand to his stomach. Laughing a little.

" Yeah... I just found out last week. Was gonna wait a few more weeks. Before saying anything to Steve and Bucky. This one definitely was an oops surprise pregnancy."

Clatter.

Peter and Matt turn toward the door to see Steve standing there staring. Cell phone on the floor.

" You're pregnant?!?"

Meanwhile, upstairs, Harley is pacing his room. Why would THE Tony Stark be here? Was it for Dads metal arm that Mom helped create? Was it the scholarship program his school had?

Was he coming to expand his art collection with one of Papa's paintings? Mom had gone back to school and gotten his degree and had written a couple of papers. But would that be enough to get Tony Stark's attention?

He looks at the magazines cut out he had of Tony Stark from a few years ago when he was on the cover of Time magazine. Dad had bought it for him while they were in line at the store. He frowns a little. Now recalling the wide-eyed stare his Mom had when he came into the room and saw it the first time. He seemed oddly nervous when he asked where that came from and why he had it.

The look on Tony Stark's face downstairs, he seemed scared, nervous, and hopeful?

He pulled his laptop up and hesitated a moment. Then he started typing away.

' Young Tony Stark photos'

The more he looked, the bigger the pit in his stomach grew.

He felt like he was going to throw up.

Across town, Tony was once again looking through the paperwork and looked at the copy of the birth certificate.

Father spot was blank on it.

But when he saw the name on the certificate, he rushed towards the trash can and threw up. It all just became too much. Everything that he was robbed of. And how much at least at the time of Harley birth that Peter obviously cared for him deeply.

Harley Edwin Anthony Parker.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Category: just fluff

Warnings: none.

Summary: (Name) has had a long mission with Steve, and then finally being allowed to sleep, she realized two things. One, the room seemed to be colder than a freezer. Two, it's only one bed.

A\N: I wrote this in the middle of the night, so I hope that it isn't to shaggy. Please write your criticisms in the coments so that i can know how i did.

(I swear to God, finding a good picture on Pinterest for this dude is hell)

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When scalding hot water touched her skin, she declared herself to officially be in heaven. The stale muscles began to slowly soften and the warm water turned dirty of how much grime had been stuck on her body. It was unusual for her to let it get this far without showering, but the mission that she and Steve Rogers had been entrusted had gone completely haywire, ending up postponing their return to the tower by four days.

That was why the shower wasn't her own. It belonged to a small, simple, pallid hotel that Steve had found outside of North Vancouver, Canada. Both her and Steve had agreed to leave for home tomorrow instead since neither of them trusted each other to have the mental strength and stability to drive a car.

(name) knew that some or later she would have to step out of the humid and hot shower, and face the maladroit situation on the other side of the white door. The maladroit situation being the doubled-sized bed that was so efficiently placed on the wall. And a doubled-size bed didn't look so doubled-sized with Captain America laying in it.

Also, the way that the warm water enveloped her raw, chill body comforted her, so naturally she wished to go to sleep in that warmth for the night.

Though it didn't seem like a good plan in case Steve would wake up the next morning to a dead, but warm body in the gray tiled shower. So she turned off the shower and gripped one of the hotel's towels on the other side. Wiping her feat first, she stepped out and began the process of drying herself, brushing her fuzzy-feeling teeth, dressing, and trudging out of the steaming bathroom.

She was unpleasantly taken back when she felt chill air start to creep inside her clothes and realized that it was as cold inside the room as it was outside the old, curtainless window. But it wasn't anything that she could change about it so she only continued to track down in the small, dark hall that the bathroom was connected to. There was a wall that broke the room up in twos, but no door, only a big opening in the wall.

As quietly as possible, she navigated into the sleeping area, where the lights were already of. She saw Steves's suit hanging lazily over a chair with his helmet sitting on the cushion, and she came to remember that her own was thrown on the floor of the bathroom. But the feeling of being too tired to care, and also her toes going numb made her turn to the bed. Only to see Steve already pleasantly asleep with his body covered in the duvets and soft snores coming from his nose.

(Name) didn't have to hold back the adoring smile with Steve already sleeping. She didn't have to obtain the veneer of the profession to hide the love that she held in the most secret place of her heart.

Carefully, she sat down in bed beginning to slip under her part of the duvet.

Her head fell against the headboard, and she let herself bask in the feeling of calm. There was no need to check under the bed for people, no need to search for cameras or hidden windows in the mirror. No anxiety troubled her, making her nauseous and unable to sleep. She was never courageous enough to disturb Steve with her troubles since she was well aware that he needed his rest as much as she did.

But she didn't feel that stress tonight.

She slowly slipped completely under the covers, and let herself get lost in thoughts. It was almost exciting to have such a pretty human being curled up at her side. And it was comforting to know he would always be there to protect her, even if it wasn't because of the romantic love. She hoped that he felt the same comfort with her.

"Goodnight Steve". She whispered, and let her fingertips glide loosely on the side of his face, before closing her own eyes, knowing that Steve was right there with her.

Not knowing about the small shy smile that was present on his face as she let herself fall asleep.

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Cold. That was all she could decipher. Cold, and maybe ice? Her toes surely felt like they'd gone to ice. Never in her life had she been feezing as much as now. She pulled the sheets closer around herself and tried to crawl up into a small ball in an attempt to keep the warmth in and cold out. But her tries were useless and she began to feel jealous of the warmth that Steve was blessed with just because he was a big, strong soldier with super strength.

The big, strong soldier that probably radiated with body heat if you would get close enough.

She felt helpless and therefore decided to test her theory about radiating body heat. Her body was genuinely one millimeter away from ending up on the floor, and her back was against Steve so she had no interpretation of how close he was. But she slowly started to squirm backward, and she didn't get far before she felt two things. One is a faint feeling of warmth. Two, her waist accidentally laying itself over a hand. She froze and held her breath, but Steve seemed to be sleeping as peacefully as he did before. Deciding to take another approach, she turned her body to the other way, making her back face the window instead of Steve. But ended up with her eyes wide open and facing his bare chest.

She dared to look up at his face, and her mouth opened lightly with a breath of air at the angel face that she saw. A dawning realization set itself in the room, a realization that this passion for the captain could become a problem in the future. But not at the moment.

Carefully, she maneuvered his hand closer to his own body so that she could get the space that she needed to wiggle just a little bit closer to the hot man. But to her horror, Steve moved. His head twitched, and then he started to move the arm that she previously pushed around. She couldn't move, so she just laid there in complete horror, with a sound stuck in her throat. And then from nowhere, the arm snaked around her waist and up over her back, sending warmth sizzling over her skin.

He took a steady grip around her, and effectively pulled her into his bare, smooth chest.

She didn't breathe, didn't move, did nothing as she lay there.

"You could've just asked sweetheart," Steve mumbled sleepily, his word coming out in a mush since his face was squeezed into his pillow. (Name) swallowed, hard.

"Just didn't want to wake you up. It was cold." She said, feeling warmth rise her neck.

An amused scoff sounded from Steve, and she felt embarrassment travel up her face.

"Wrap your arms around my waist," Steve said. She felt obliged to as told since she woke him up, and let her hands travel at the expense of Steve's waist. A deep breath left Steve's lips, and she let herself smile. Slowly, Steve unlocked his arm from her waist, and slowly started to gather her in his big arms.

He hugged her closer to him with the new grip that he had, and he felt her melt into his chest, effectively waking up the butterflies in his chest.

"Go to sleep now, you deserve it."

And with that, (name) couldn't physically keep her mind awake anymore, letting go of the need to cry because of physical from Steve.

And right after she was out, so was he.

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Should I open my requests an stuff maybe?

Thanks for reading btw;).

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sweeterthanthis · 3 years ago

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heyy!! I'm sending you creative energy!!! AND positive vibes!! I do have a thought: Getting into a heated argument with Andy or Steve. You raise your arm to slap him but he catches your wrist. He backs you up against a wall and lean down to your ear. In a low husky voice he whispers “wanna try that again, sweetheart?”

Pushing Your Luck

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: Captain Perfect and his high and mighty attitude have you at the end of your tether.

Warnings: Mild violence, sassy steve, smut(?), two people who 'hate' each other but secretly wanna rut like bunnies, a little humiliation, a little captain kink, breath play, thigh grinding, Steve's mouth running merry hell. 18+.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Steve Rogers can beat this pussy up anytime. Thanks to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for looking this through 💕

Everybody loved Steve Rogers. Mr Red, White and Blue himself. It wasn't often that anybody dared to question the words that came out of his mouth, but your disdain for his authority had you testing him at every turn.

"You know, sometimes I wonder how the hell you managed to make it as part of this team," he spits at you, arms folded across his broad chest, the material of his shirt stretched across his biceps. "Teamwork. Have you ever heard of it?"

"Me?" You scoff, taking a step closer to him, your hands balled into fists by your side, body trembling with rage. You hated the way he talked to you, hated how he disregarded your opinions, hated him. "Take your head out of your ass, Rogers. I'm good at my job. I can handle myself. Saved your ass more than once, if memory serves."

The tension in the air is palpable, and you've never met a man that can extract such rage from you with a simple condescending furrow of his brow. Steve's jaw twitches, and you can't help but feel a rush of satisfaction that you've hit a nerve.

"And I'll tell you somethin' else for free," you rant, blood thumping in your ears and frustration bubbling in your belly, "if I'm so useless, if I'm so fuckin' shitty at my job, why the hell am I even still in this building? You need me. Your ego won't let you admit it, but you do. You all do. Maybe I oughta find another use for my talents, huh? My next boss can't be any worse than you, that's for sure."

You flinch a little when he takes a long stride towards you, your shoulders shaking and giving away the tension in your bones; but you don't back away. Instead, you keep your furious gaze fixed on his face, puffing out your chest a little, his form towering over you. You'd never admit that having him so close made your thighs clench together, that arguing with him like this riled you up to the point of insanity.

"Go ahead," he grits out, cocking his head to the side and chewing on the inside of his cheek, appearing torn between the words lingering on his tongue and the thoughts swirling in his mind. "If you call being reckless and putting everyone else in danger a talent. You've been pushing your luck here long enough. If you ask nicely, I might even give you a good reference."

You can't hold yourself back any longer, the smirk painted on his lips forcing your hand. Literally. Your palm is inches from his cheek when you hiss in discomfort, his fingers digging into your wrist and a hot, heavy breath fanning your face as he looms over you; guiding you carelessly backwards, your spine bumping against the wooden bookshelf.

You try to pull yourself from his grasp, but it only tightens when you do - and for a moment, you think he might kiss you, his cheek a hairs breadth from your own when he leans down to whisper in your ear smugly. "Wanna try that again, Sweetheart?"

God, you hated him. But the look on his face when your free hand collides with his cheek?

Oh, you love that. Yeah. Weren't expecting that, were you asshole?

The air is silent, and the only thing you can focus on is the way Steve's breaths warm your face, the rage behind his eyes. Rage that could almost be mistaken for...passion?

Still, he doesn't let you go; his hulking body caging you in against the bookshelf behind you. The mood in the air shifts, your eyes popping open the moment you feel a certain stiffness protruding against your hip.

Suddenly, it felt like you had all the control.

"Oh," you hum with a salacious smirk, reaching up on your tiptoes to get a little closer. "You like this, don't you? Is this what gets you off, Rogers? Like a little rough and tumble, huh?"

You're trying to get a rise out of him, find yourself wanting him to lose control, to manhandle you and toss you around like you're weightless. He's so close. So close to giving in, but you can tell he doesn't want to.

"Captain," you purr, tutting and arching your back, your chest brushing against his torso, nipples poking through the thin fabric of your tank top. "Well, this is a surprise. Mr Practically Perfect likes it rough. That's hot."

Steve's hands are shaking, his grip on your wrist loosening with every teasing word you speak, your own fingers reaching down to brush against the solid bulge in his tactical pants. His baby blue's meet your gaze, and you can tell you've got him. Hell, you didn't even know you wanted him. But now you've got him? You've never wanted anything more.

"C'mon tough guy," you goad him, your nose grazing his chin and your breath beating down against his bobbing Adams apple. "Take out some'a that frustration. I can take it. You know I can."

The air rushes from your lungs when his hand wraps around your throat, your head tilted back, body shoved carelessly against the wood. He looks at you like you're prey. Like you're something he could just eat right up. And oh, how you wish he would.

"Got a smart ass mouth for someone who's panties are soaked riiight through, don't ya?" Steve chuckles darkly, knuckles brushing against the swell of your chest, fingertips toying with the neckline of your top. You open your mouth to deny it, but there's no use. He knows. Knows the second he wedges his thick thigh between your own, the way your hips automatically grind against him, seeking that delicious friction - your body betraying you and giving you away completely.

You're dumbfounded, speechless and barely able to gather oxygen when his grip tightens around your throat - your cunt on fire and your panties plastered uncomfortably against the drooling slick oozing from your core. "Let's see if we can't beat some obedience into that pussy, hmm?"

A/N: I no longer have a tag list, but if you want to keep up to date with what I post follow my sideblog, @sweetersficlibrary, and turn on alerts to be notified whenever I post something new 💕

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers smut #steve rogers imagine #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans fanfiction

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kandisheek · 9 months ago

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FIC REC WEEK 6 - SMUT

bang a gong (get it on) by Anonymous

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,433 Tags: Heartbeat Kink, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Kink Discovery

Summary: Steve pulled back from the punching bag and wiped a beefy arm across his face. That amount of sweat would be disgusting on anybody else, but he was breathing hard and grimacing like he was in pain. His mouth was wide open as he dragged air into his superhuman lungs, and the thought of how those pretty red lips would look stretched around Tony's cock was chased out by the realization that in the aftermath of a workout, Steve's heart would be hammering. Steve Rogers' heartbeat was officially hotter than blowjobs.

Reasons why I love it: Steve is so goddamn earnest in this, it makes my heart melt every time. And poor Tony being so helpless in the face of his kink is amazing to see. Their characterizations are spot on, and the smut is hot as hell. Also, I'd never heard of a heartbeat kink before I read this, but now I can't stop thinking about it. Definitely check this one out, it's wonderful!

Salute by devlandiablo

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 2,649 Tags: Sex Toys, Dom/Sub, Orgasm Denial

Summary: After getting the serum, Steve thought he could no longer orgasm. Whether masturbating, getting a friendly handjob, or sleeping with a woman during the war, he just could not get there, leaving him frustrated. He found some satisfaction from the build-up, but not enough, and eventually just stopped even trying to have sex. Then, by some happy accident or by letting his partner use his body, he discovers that he can come through prostate stimulation, and suddenly he's horny as hell and eager to come over and over again.

Reasons why I love it: There's something really fucking hot about Steve going crazy for a toy in his ass. Especially with the way it's portrayed here, with the Helix, which I actually went on to research a little after I read this. The more you know. Anyway, this fic is amazing, and I'd recommend that you give it a read yourself!

Love Handles by fohatic

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 5,768 Tags: Getting Handsy, Hair-pulling, Wall Sex

Summary: Steve notices that Tony really likes to grab onto certain parts of him. He thinks it's just a sex thing, but, like most things with Tony, nothing's ever that simple.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is so goddamn sweet. Steve learning more about Tony and then going about what he's found out in a respectful and considerate way? Fuck yes, more of that please. I love this one so much, you should definitely check it out!

Marital Bliss by nativemossy

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 2,201 Tags: Honeymoon, Magic, Intercrural Sex

Summary: When Steve and Tony finally get some time all to themselves on their wedding night they planned on having a little bit of fun. Loki's wedding "gift" runs the risk of ruining those plans.

Reasons why I love it: Loki is such a little shit, and on Stony's wedding night too. But to be fair, it made them go the intercrural route which I'm always in favor of. This fic is both funny and sweet and really, really hot, so if you haven't read it, please go and check it out!

The Panic Room by fohatic

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 5,777 Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Secret Relationship, Possessive Steve

Summary: Later in the evening, while the charity ball at the old NYC Stark Mansion is in full swing, nobody can seem to locate the prestigious event's celebrity host... Steve volunteers to track him down, though he may already have a better idea of where Stark is hiding than he lets on.

Reasons why I love it: I really like the whole premise of this fic, the trust that it shows between them. And possessive Steve is always a treat, especially when Tony is so happy to cater to what he needs. Plus, Tony sticking it to reporters and Everhart in particular makes me unreasonably happy. So yeah, I love this one, go and read it if you haven't already!

#marvel #stony #fanfic #fic rec #fanfic rec #a year in fanfic recs #smut #ficrec

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years ago

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Homework Help - Steve Rogers X Female Reader

Title: Homework Help

Steve Rogers X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Tony

WC: 1,338

Warnings: Homework, mentions of WWII, embarrassment, and fluff

You toss your pencil down on your history textbook, running your hands down your tired face as you stare at your computer screen. Your eyes water from the amount of screentime you've had to do today and it's only 3:00 PM. You didn't want to stop now. Your paper was due tomorrow morning and if your grade drops any lower on this project then you don't know if you'd pass or not. You thought college would be easy, but now, they liked to throw homework at you too.

Sighing, you drop your hands, staring down at the textbook before looking back at your Word Document. You had to write how lives drastically changed during the Second World War. It was supposed to be five pages long, but after three hours of research, you were nowhere near finishing it all. Looking out the window in front of you, you watched as the birds flew past and you wondered where the hell they were going. You were normally really good at some parts of history. This should have been a walk in the park for you. Instead, it felt like you were trying to climb Mount Everest.

The mandatory textbook didn't help either. It was nice that it had pictures, but the words didn't seem to make sense. It was confusing most of the time you read it, and you thought maybe there was something wrong with your brain because you couldn't understand what was written in those books. Maybe you just weren't cut out for this kind of stuff.

"I'm never gonna get this done," You groan, sitting up a bit. "I don't understand," You mumble to yourself, looking up at the ceiling. "What to do... What to do..."

And, that's when you had an idea.

Eye wide and mouth open in shock, you jumped out of your seat, "Of course! Why didn't I think of it before!?" You cheer, a huge smile on your face as you run out of your room and towards the tower's elevator.

How could you forget that you lived and worked with World War Two's hero? Freaking Steve Rogers! He lived through the war and fought in it. He could help you write it. He'd always been so nice to you ever since he met you; you knew he'd be able to help you. The only small (big) problem is that you had a huge crush on the guy. You couldn't help it. He was tall, strong, and handsome. His dirty blonde hair and sea-blue eyes didn't help either. God, even his voice was hot. When he spoke, you wanted to melt into a puddle of goo and start to drool over him.

Steve Rogers was the definition of a good guy. He helped save New York and the world hundreds of times. He would help old ladies cross the street, and hold doors open for others, he was an all-around very polite guy. It was no wonder why all the women loved him. And, well, you did too.

"Hopefully he says yes..." You mutter to yourself, leaning against the wall of the elevator, letting the door close behind you. The elevator pings and opens on the tenth floor.

Practically skipping down the hall, you slid on your fuzzy socks towards Steve's bedroom door, quickly knocking. You hear footsteps coming closer and you bite your lip, holding your breath. Steve opens the door, looking at you with a slight smile.

"Hey, Y/N." He smiles.

"Hi, Steve. I have a question for you." You remark, rocking back and forward on the heels of your feet, hands clasped behind you as you stare up at the Captain.

He looks surprised, "Well, come on in."

You follow his lead, walking inside. Steve shut the door behind you before turning to you, crossing his arms, "So what's your question?" He asks you.

"Umm.." You mumble, biting your lip, "Can you help me with my history paper?"

Steve frowns curiously, "What's it about?"

"World War Two." You answer quickly, "It's due in the morning and I haven't even started writing it yet."

He sits down on his bed, the mattress squeaking slightly beneath him, "Why are you doing it so late?"

You sit behind him, your mind immediately noticing the smell of his cologne; sandalwood and musk. It's such a nice scent. "I was procrastinating." You said simply.

Steve chuckles, "That's a good excuse." He teases. "So you need my help because I lived through it and probably know all the answers, right?"

You nod slowly, cheeks red, "Yeah, pretty much."

He smirks, "Well, what's the topic of the paper?"

"Umm... How did people's lives change during the war?" You say, fidgeting in your spot slightly.

Steve pursed his lips and looked forward, eyes narrowing while he thought.

"Well..." He began, "During the war, America was one of the biggest allies of England, and Germany was allied with Russia. Both countries tried to beat each other. During that time, Hitler was trying to take over Europe, and Japan was trying to take over Asia. People lost their homes, family members, friends, and everything they owned. They had to relocate to different places, and many people died in the process."

"Okay, that makes sense. Thank you, Steve." You tell him, standing up from behind him.

"No problem." He grins.

You smiled back at him, "No really! You've saved my grade!" You exclaim excitedly.

"You're welcome, Y/N." He laughs. "Now, do you need anything else?"

"Ummm.." You trail off, rubbing the back of your neck. "Could I... If you want... Interview you for another assignment I have next week? I have to write a paper on someone we admire." You ask sheepishly.

Steve looks at you curiously, face reddening, "Admire? Me?" He asks.

You nod, "Yes, you."

He blinks, his eyes widening, "Are you serious?"

You nod again, "Very."

He chuckles, looking down at you fondly, "I'm someone worthy enough of your admiration. Wow."

You blush, feeling your heart skip a few beats. "I mean..." You stutter out, "You saved the world. You're amazing!"

Steve's smile widens, "I can't argue with that."

"Y/N, please stop complimenting Capcicle. We don't want him to get a big head." Tony's voice spoke over some speakers somewhere, making both of you jump.

Steve sighs, "He really needs to stop doing that."

"Does that mean he heard everything?" You asked softly towards Steve.

Steve opened his mouth to speak of Tony beating him to it. "Yep. I hear and see all." He spoke, matter-a-factly.

"Weirdo." You muttered before turning back to Steve.

"Thank you, Steve. For the help. This will definitely bump my grade up." You told him.

He smiled, "Anytime."

"Yo, Cap. Ask her out!" Tony's voice boomed again, startling the two of you again.

Steve groaned, cheeks red, "God, Tony. Can you not?"

Tony huffed, "Fine, fine. I'll leave you two alone." He spoke, before it went quiet once more.

You looked up at Steve, eyes wide as he scratched the back of his neck, eyes downcast to the floor. You waited until he looked up, meeting his gaze.

"You okay?" You asked, voice soft.

He nodded, smiling softly. "Yeah, I'm good. Uh, Y/N?"

You smiled back, "Yes?"

His smile widened, "Would you like to go get something to eat?" He asked, his cheeks colored light pink.

You giggle a little shyly, "Sure, sounds good." You say, nodding.

Steve smiles happily, "Cool, good... Great! Good. Good. Uh, cool. How about we go after your paper?" He asked, stumbling a bit over his words.

You smiled up at the Super Soldier, how adorable he was acting. "Sounds great." You agree, kissing him on the cheek.

He blushes, grinning at you cutely, "Okay, let's go." He tells you, taking your hand in his own and leading you out of his room and down the hall.

You glance down at your hand in his, internally squealing with joy. You liked holding hands with him. You hoped he would hold it more.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #marvel mcu #marvel #mcu #fanfic #x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #college reader #fluff #cute #the avengers #captain america #steven grant rogers

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ramp-it-up · 3 years ago

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...And Forever

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Enhanced!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

AU: MCU A/U, after TFATWS

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Alternate MCU facts/timeline, lies, cursing, angst, oral, (F, M receiving) fingering, spit play rank kink, size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), sex on a pool table, semi-public sex, a special surprise, stalker-ish behavior, almost Dark!Steve? Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: I am an MCU nerd but not a timeline detail gal. Please forgive me if the timeline is off. This is an alternate universe and a work of fiction. Please have fun with it! This is the second part to Always. Enjoy!

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You opened your eyes to see that you were in what looked like a break room. There was a coffee machine, a round table with five chairs, a row of lockers, two Captain Americas, and a Winter Soldier.

There was some strange conversation going on.

“Then who gave me the shield at the lake…?”

Sam was questioning Steve, but he stopped talking when you started moving around. You must have still been in the wedding venue, because you saw the name of the historic building on various items in the room.

You scowled up at Sam, Bucky and Steve.

You moved to sit up and Steve was at your side. “Easy…”

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

You squinted at Steve. His hair was shorter and he was clean shaven, but he was still gorgeous. Those blue eyes were full of concern.

You raised your hand, and he held it, holding it and caressing it as you raised it to his face.

“Is it really you?”

Steve smiled ruefully at you. “Yeah, it’s me.”

You held his cheek and looked at him, bringing your other hand up to the other side of his face. He smiled at you.

You grabbed him and hugged him hard, and then pulled back again as he held you in his arms. He moved back and pursed those ruby red lips.

You had this irresistible urge to...slap the shit out of him. And so you did.

The sound reverberated in the room. Steve just stared up at you, with that fucking beautiful face, and then smiled, rubbing his jaw as if it hurt.

But you knew it didn’t. And you were tired of the bullshit.

Sam and Bucky moved to calm you down, but you were too quick for them, pacing to the other side of the room.

“All of you can stay the hell away from me. Y’all have some fuckin nerve. Especially you, Steven.”

Your Houston accent was shining through with your anger.

“Wow, Sweetheart, that was harsh. But I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

You pointed at Steve.

“Fuck you.”

You were seething, especially when he raised his eyebrow at your comment. But he quickly fixed his face when he saw the rage on yours. You looked at Sam, who just looked down, and at Bucky, who looked like he was in pain.

Fuck thier feelings.

“I deserve your anger. I didn't tell…” Steve tried it.

“You don’t deserve a got damn thing. Not even my anger.”

Steve was stone faced at your vitriol. You were shaking, trying to control your emotions and not cry. You were so hot. You fought to keep your voice steady.

“I thought you were dead.” It came out as a ragged whisper. But you knew everyone heard you.

Your voice was low, even, and scary. Bucky looked at you with wide eyes. Your own were brimming with tears.

“I thought you were dead and that they didn’t want to tell me.”

You waved your hand at Bucky and Sam. And you waited until Steve looked you in the eyes again.

“I thought you were in prison, that someone, on some alien star, forced you to play some sick gladiator games. Or that HYDRA was still around and they turned you into an agent for them. Or that you lost your memory in the blip. So many scenarios played in my mind, Steven.”

Steve knew better than to talk. This was his time to listen.

“But I never ever once thought that you chose this. Never thought it was your choice to leave and to stay away.”

“Listen…” Sam started speaking.

“Shut the fuck UP, Samuel.”

If you had Bucky’s knives, all of them would be seriously injured right now.

“You knew that he was alive and you didn’t tell me. Despite me begging for any kind of information.”

Sam just pursed his lips and returned your glare. You were right.

You went and stood in front of Bucky.

“James…”

He looked at you, those pained eyes making your stomach flip.

“How could you? You knew?”

He just stared at you. Retreating into not speaking.

Steve spoke up.

“Yes, I left. Yes, it was my choice. I thought I could… Well, let’s just say that hindsight is 20/20 and you can’t ever go back. I swore Sam and Buck to secrecy and I asked them to take care of you. This all just got out of hand. Didn’t it Buck?”

You watched Steve in disbelief and you swiveled your head toward Bucky and Sam again.

“You both lied to me. And Sam. Did you tell Steve to come back and ruin my life?”

Sam scoffed, offended. “No. I didn’t. S.H.I.E.L.D gave Steve quarterly updates. You and Bucky happened so fast…”

You ignored his explanation.

“But you knew exactly where he’d gone.”

“Yes.” Sam was cornered.

You turned back to Bucky.

“I asked you a question earlier. Did you know?”

He nodded, imperceptibly. “Doll… I…”

“James Buchanan Barnes. You knew?” Your heart was breaking even more than it was.

“Yes, but it’s complicated. He didn’t come back, at least not the way he left, and I thought it was a done deal. I thought he found…”

You interrupted him.

“What. Happiness?”

You turned back to Steve. “Is that what you were looking for, Steve? Happiness?”

“Sweetheart, you made me happy, I just had the chance to finally settle some unfinished business.”

You nodded.

“So James here took advantage of your little vacation to get with his best friend's girl while you explored your other options. Cool.”

It was not cool.

“Do you remember when you asked me if you could trust me, Steve?”

He just gave a little smile and came to stand before you, looking down at you in that way of his. He was trying to shake you. You were unshakeable. You raised your chin and looked right in his eyes.

“What you don’t understand is that you can’t pick and choose the pieces of life that you want, Steven.”

You moved away from all of them. Steve stepped toward you, but stopped when you held up your hand.

“I’ve lived my life for everyone else, for this country, for as long as I can remember. I deserve a little piece of life, Sweetheart.”

Steve really believed what he was saying.

“What about me? Do I get a choice?”

Steve looked around at his two best friends, who were now best friends, and his best girl.

“You’re right. I think you should. You should choose.”

Your mouth hinged open. You spoke at the wall, then looked at Bucky.

“What about you, James? Do I need to choose?”

Bucky walked in front of you

“No Doll. You don’t have to choose.”

You looked up into his eyes. Damn, he looked so handsome in his bespoke grey suit that he chose for the wedding. And the tie that you gave him set off his eyes.

“I just…. I just wanted a piece of happiness too. I knew you were Steve’s girl.” He took both of your hands in his.

“I don’t deserve you. When Steve didn’t come back, and you and I connected, I couldn’t help it. I was just going to keep an eye out, but…”

He gave you that cute little side smile of his. And then he kissed you. It was short and sweet and oh so hot. You looked up at him, shook to the core. And then he ruined it all.

“I love you Doll. It was nice while it lasted.”

Bucky was giving up.

You nodded and backed away. Not believing this situation.

“Ok. I’m making my choice.”

You raised your chin and looked at Steve and Bucky.

“I’m not some fucking marble that you pass around, play with, and trade with your friend.”

You took a deep breath. “I choose me.”

You were gone in a flash, before they could even register it. And although they ran, they couldn’t catch you before you were out of reach.

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Three months later, you walked through the late August soup of Houston heat to the bar, pausing when you thought you heard footfalls behind you. You used your speed to zip along to Willy’s; you were safe there.

You were back sharking with the best of them. But your training was put to good use. You never got burned and you never got caught. You were making a good living.

There were a jumble of misfit super humans who had gathered there with you. You were a leader now. And you were doing well on your own. It was a life.

You already knew he was coming, and maybe that’s why you moved to the back room to play.

You were prepared, but when you felt him, you still lost your breath. But you recovered quickly, straightening your spine, despite the fact that he was standing so close to you.

You looked at the dartboard on the wall across from you and chalked your cue.

“Don’t you have other things to take care of? Other wheres? Other whens maybe?”

You learned more about time travel since you’d left New York, and you understood more of what happened.

The Avengers had access to time travel. If only you could go back… but no. You were stronger than those men. You could live with your decisions. And move forward.

“No. What I need to take care of is right here. Right now.”

His deep growl stirred something inside you, and you fought your body, which was becoming moist at his proximity.

You bent over the table, super soldier dick poking you in the ass before you drew your pool cue back sharply into his stomach. Abs of steel met the cue and nearly broke it. He just stepped aside and shook his head at you.

You turned your head to look into his aqua blue eyes and you fell in love all over again. Shit.

You gave up and turned around, leaning back against the pool table, because he wasn’t giving an inch, not moving from your space.

You scanned the room and your people were watching, but keeping your distance. They all knew who he was, and your history. They gave you space, but wouldn’t let you be hurt without a fight. You nodded at them and they all went to the front, giving you more privacy.

He nodded in their direction.

“People fall under your spell fast, I know that all too well. They trust you.”

You lifted your head. “I’ve never done anything to make them not trust me.”

He sighed. “Point taken.”

“Why did you come here? I know that you’ve known where I was. Sam must have told you.”

“I’ve known where you were. How could I not? I didn’t need Sam to tell me. It’s not like you were trying to hide.”

He cocked his head at you.

“But the reason that I’m here, now, is that I’ve always been slow at math. And I just put two and two together.”

You smirked up at him. “You’re right. This is home. A leopard doesn’t change her stripes.”

He just chuckled at your evasion.

“You wanna play a game?”

His eyes followed you, undeterred by your challenge.

You walked around to the other side of the table, leaned over and gathered the balls to be racked.

You held two in one hand and looked at him. He smiled and the electricity at the small of your back was everything. He slowly walked around to you as you racked them.

He took in your form (including your ample cleavage) as you bent over the table and your mouth as you said the word, “Break.”

“I’m tired of playing games, Doll. I’m just here to win you back.”

You turned around and faced him, looking up at him, now aware of his smell. You closed your eyes and inhaled leather and metal. You opened them again and his eyes were blazing.

“James.. I”

Bucky grabbed your face, hands gently cradling your head, and cut you off with a kiss, his lips gentle at first. Then his hands moved to your hips and lifted you onto the table. He slotted himself in between your thighs, your bodies separated by the same brand of black denim.

His lips and tongue seemed determined to possess you. Bucky kissed and felt your body like he hadn’t in a lifetime. His hands roamed you like they were starved from touching you.

Your hands were on his neck and in his hair, relishing the feel of him. You’d missed him so fucking much. You drew apart, and his breath fanned your face as you two panted together, his forehead resting on yours.

“I am never going to let you go again.”

“James…”

“Hold on Doll, I’ve got to say this.”

He smiled and gave you another quick peck. You nodded, solemn.

“I said the wrong thing back in Brooklyn. I don’t care that you were with him first. I don’t care if you think that you might want to be with him. When I fell for you, I fell harder than I ever have. Even from the train.”

He was whispering the words you wanted to hear months ago, causing you to cry. But a lot of things caused you to cry lately.

Bucky smiled at you, his eyes crinkling in that adorable way that you loved. You opened your mouth to speak and he kissed you, silencing you again. You responded with a smile. He continued.

“I know that you think that I folded and just gave up on you on our wedding day. I was just thinking that I don’t deserve you. Especially next to Steve. I mean, you won’t find a better man. But in the time since, I’ve realized, even though it’s hard. I’m a good man too.”

“You are, James…”

“You helped me come to terms with everything that’s happened. Sam has helped me deal with everything I did...and I’m not perfect, and neither are you, but we can be perfect for each other.”

You nodded, smiling a little.

“I’m in love with you and I deserve you. You deserve me. We deserve each other. And I’m not saying this because I think you saved me. But you are the strongest woman I know, enough to be with me when I am weak. I figured out that I can be strong for you too. I have to be now. I am so sorry that I let you walk away. But I’m not going to let you out of my sight now, even if you don’t want to be with me. But I am asking you, again. Be my family. Make one with me. Choose me.”

You shook your head as tears fell from your eyes.

“James Barnes, there was never ever any choice. It’s you. It will be you. Forever.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief and started kissing you all over your face, down your neck and into your cleavage.

“I was scared shitless, Doll! I love you so much,…”

You kissed him now, your hands under his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders. Next, you went under his shirt, feeling his nipples, playing with them as he shuddered. Then your hands went up to one cold shoulder and one warm, grasping them as he ground his hard jeans covered crotch into yours.

“Too many clothes.”

You ended up helping him pull his shirt over his head. You trailed your hand back down his abs to the button on his jeans.

“I missed you James. My hormones are going crazy, Baby…”

His eyes got wide as you popped the top button and bit your lip. Bucky moaned. He was about to explode just being near you.

“Th-that’s what we need to talk about…”

“Talk later. Fuck. Now.”

Bucky looked over your shoulder to the other room. To his surprise, the door was now closed.

“Wow, they…”

You hopped down from the table and got on your knees in front of him.

“You gonna let me suck your dick or not James?”

He looked down at you smirking up at him and could feel himself leaking in his jeans. Three months of his hand had been torture, thinking of you.

It seemed as if he unfastened and pulled himself out without knowing. For a moment he feared mind control.

But it was just love and lust.

You grasped him, testing his girth and admiring how your fingers did not meet around his cock.

“Mmmmmmmm,” you moaned while you thumbed his tip, collecting the pre-cum and lubricating him as you pumped.

He stared at you, slack jawed and sexy as he watched you. He reached down and put his hand in your hair, massaging your scalp.

You commanded him. “Eyes on me, Sergeant.”

Bucky locked eyes with you and watched as you licked your lips, opened your mouth, and spit on his cock.

“Fuck.”

You pumped him a couple of times before you opened wide and took him as deep as you could, relishing the feel of his wide, smooth, hard unit in your mouth. You pulled off of him with a pop.

“Damn I missed this dick.”

Then you deep throated him again, making Bucky have to hold on to the side of the pool table as he held your head while you spluttered around him.

“And I missed your pretty little mouth, Doll. Damn.” He watched as you did it a few more times.

When you looked up and he saw your ruined face, Bucky went feral.

He pulled you up by your shirt, pulling it over your head and wiping your face with it. Then he kissed you.

“Fucking love how you do that, Doll.”

He started kissing down your chest, pulling your breasts out of your bra, pinching and rolling your nipples gently, a little more carefully than usual. He looked at you knowingly as you squirmed in pleasure.

“I’ve been doing my research.”

Then, he leaned down and suckled them with that mouth until you almost came, writhing in his arms. Bucky unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down, kneeling, and staring up at you as you leaned against the green felt table.

You stepped out of your jeans and panties and watched as his flesh hand glided from your ankle to your ass, palming it and then sliding back down as he lifted your thigh on his shoulder. You shuddered as you could feel his breath on your cunt.

“I’ve been dreaming of this.”

His eyes held yours as he leaned in for a kiss, then a long wet lick of your cunt. You grabbed his brown hair as his blue eyes hypnotized you and as he ate you out. When his metal fingers came up, whirring, you started begging.

“Please, James…please…please…..”

He laughed, mouth still fucking your pussy. He pulled away, chin glistening with your juices. His fingers began pumping inside you, the vibration driving you up the wall.

“Are you begging me to stop, or to continue, Doll? Talk to me.”

“Unnnh, unnnnh, oooohhh shittttt. Don’t ever stop.”

And then you came all over his face, Bucky slurping it up happily. He stood up, taking you with him and maneuvering you so that you could feel his thick tip at your hole before it breached you.

Bucky’s cock stretched you out and made you see stars as you slid down his thick pole while he was standing up, pumping inside you as he deposited you on the table.

You wrapped around him like a vine as he held you, cock pounding from the feeling of being inside you again. He pulled back to kiss you again. He was grunting in his throat as he tried to speak.

“Fuck you feel so good...Fair warning, Doll. I’m not going to last. Been too long.”

You let go of him, and leaned back on the felt, arms braced behind you as you replied, “Just fuck me James.”

Bucky took in your body, from where you were connected up your torso to your breasts and the beautiful fucked out look on your face and started moving.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.” You took him, looking down to see the impossible stretch.

“Yeah, look at that. Looks and feels so damn good, doesn’t it, Doll? How the fuck are you so… so… fucking… tight….?”

“Yes, fuck, James, FUCKKKKK.”

All nerves were in your cunt as you went down to your elbows, and then to your back flat on the slate table, pool balls going everywhere.

Bucky pulled your hips off the table and really started digging in, hips snapping at a frenzied pace as his metal hand slid down your body. You could tell that he was almost there.

“Cum with me Doll.”

When that metal thumb touched your clit, it was over. You came as soon as you felt his white hot ropes of cum drench your walls. You closed your eyes for just a second, and then opened your eyes wide.

‘Why am I curled up on a pool table after being fucked by my 106 year old fiance? What is life?”

Bucky laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head and helped you off the table. He looked around, going to get you a bottle of water from the vending machine.

“You good?”

Bucky eyed you as you got your clothes together. He leaned next to you as he watched you drink the water.

“Baby okay?”

You ducked your head, smiled and grabbed his hand, putting it on your slightly rounded stomach.

“Yeah. I can feel him moving around. Can you feel that?”

Bucky just stared at his hand, then at your face.

“Not really… Him?” He was astounded.

“That’s normal. I’m gonna be able to feel him before you can, And yeah, Him.”

You turned more fully toward Bucky and he took you in his arms.

“I had all kinds of tests, to make sure that he was okay. I wanted to know if… if what they did to me would affect…. “

You shook your head, then smiled up at Bucky.

“He’s healthy. I’m 20 weeks. I figured we’d call him Jamie?”

Bucky beamed at you and nodded.

“How did you know?”

“Well, I figured out that you didn’t faint at the wedding just because of Steve. Why didn’t you tell me, Doll?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Are you really asking me that question?”

Bucky blanched and you decided not to be salty.

“Well, At first, I didn’t want you to feel trapped. I was so happy that you asked me and didn’t know.” You beamed at him. “ But then…” Your smile faded.

“I’m an idiot, Doll. Forgive me. It’s me and you. And Jamie. Forever.”

You two shared the kiss you missed at the altar. It was going to be okay.

“Now, let’s go get some food. I know you’re hungry.”

You laughed as you punched his arm.

“Ass. But you’re right.”

You two walked down the street to Ninfa’s Restaurant hand in hand. Bucky turned his head and gave an imperceptible nod as you two passed by an alley/

Steve returned the greeting as he stepped out and watched you and Bucky make your way down the street.

“That’s okay Sweetheart,” he whispered. “Buck’s a good man. But I know you’ll choose me. In another time.”

He walked to the quinjet, which was pointed toward New York.

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cattordi · 3 years ago

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bye bye

a/n: bye bye american pie. BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS KINDA: the beginning credits had me sobbing. NOT SPOILERS: and i feel like 40’s chris had a dom side or maybe a sub side A FUCKING SWITCH.

summary steve is about to be shipped off and never told you about it….

pairing 40’s!steve rogers x 40’s!reader

warning smut 18+ minors dni, oral (f receiving) light breeding kink, arguing, fluff, no protection(wrap it before u tap it.) angst, language, squirting, orgasm denial/control blah blah etc. (i think that’s it.) not proofread duh

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“how’s my favorite girl doing?” steve says as he wanders into his room where you had been sitting waiting for him to get home. “when the hell were you gonna tell me steve?” you ask and your voice breaks.

he turns to look at you and immediately sees the ripped up deployment envelope on his bed, in front of you. “y/n.” he begins but you cut him off.

“no, when the hell were you gonna tell me? or was i never going to know? steve, i can’t believe you. this is the lowest of low.” you say and he stares at you in disbelief. you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe with your clothes in them but steve grabs your arms and jerks you to look at him.

“if you would listen for a goddamn minute, you’d know i was gonna tell you today. why’d you even open my mail anyways? he says and raises his voice slights.

“you were gonna tell me the day before you fucking left! and you ask me why i opened your mail? what kind of question?” you yell and once again steve stares at you in disbelief. “i’m leaving. have fun wherever the hell you’re going with peggy fucking carter. and i opened your mail because your name wasn’t on it and i was never informed that you were going anywhere.”

as soon as steve hears peggys names, a flip switches. “you’ve never been jealous before! what happened now?” he yells and you immediately turn around screaming at him.

“because you give her more attention than me and ive been with you before you became captain fucking america! i understand you were gonna get shipped off sooner of later but you didn’t tell me. don’t turn this on me!” you yell and steve grabs you by the face, roughly. “don’t talk to me like that ever again or i swear you won’t be able to walk again. and i don’t give her attention y/n. i’ve been avoiding her and refusing to be around her for the past month for you. literally rejecting her because i wanna be with a you.” he begins and you gasp slightly.

“even though this past month you’ve been so bratty and responsive. i didn’t wanna tell you because no matter what, i’d have too leave you and i don’t fucking want that. now stop acting like a brat strip, and get on the damn bed. and for this one time can you not say something back because you’re already in for it.”

you huff a bit when he lets your face go, but begin to unbutton your dress, slowly. steve watches you intently, “if you go any slower i’m gonna be shipped off. you’re all bark no bite.” he growls and you speed up. shagging your dress off and pulling your panties to the side.

you didn’t even notice that steve’s shirt had been discarded somewhere within his room. he pushes you onto you back, while pulling your legs open. you feel your arousal slide down your leg and chris notices quickly, “i haven’t even touched you. don’t cum. and i wanna hear you screaming and apologizing for yelling at me until i let you cum.”

you squeak out a “okay.” before steve dives in between your legs. just his hot breath on your heat makes you moan. his tongue rolls around your clit forcing you to buck your hips for more. “i’m sorry steve.” you mumble but can barely get the words out.

soon, your moans fill the room and you forget that he wants you to apologize. “i’m- im sorry. can i cum? can i cum please?” you yell and you’re pretty sure through the thin walls, steves neighbor can hear. he slips two fingers into you and continuously graze your g-spot.

his tongue flips through your folds like a book, and over your clit even more making your orgasm hard to contain. “i’m sorry steve. please let me cum. i can’t. i’m so sorry.” you gasp out and can feel steve grin in satisfaction. “i won’t yell at you again. just please let me cum!” you yell and the three letter word sends you over the edge.

“cum.” and you do. your orgasm comes so hard you don’t even realize you squirted on steve’s bare chest. “fuck” he cursed out and you slowly open your eyes. your jaw drops and a string of apologies fly out your mouth. “shut up… that was the most attractive thing i’ve ever seen.” he says and he looks so fucked out of his mind.

in one swift move, he flips you onto your back. and you can hear his belt jingling. once his belt is off and his pants are discarded, he pulls you up to his chest. “be a good girl.” he mumbles and before you can respond his whole length is shoved into you. a gasp and moan rip through you at the same time.

he pushes you back down, not forgetting to pull your hair so your back is arched though. “y/n, you feel so good around me. God-“ he moans out and even though you didn’t think you could get more turned on you did.

the sounds of skin slapping and mixed moans is music to both you and steve’s ears. “can i cum?” you ask in between moans. steve pulls you back up, hand flying to your clit. “cum. cum all over my dick and claim me.” he mumbles and another orgasm washes over you. a coil in the pit of your stomach snaps, which feels so good.

“you feel so good around me baby.” he whispers in your ear before gently kissing your neck. “i want you to cum again.” he mumbles but your second orgasm had already been building up.

you cum again, this time being better than the last. you squirt on steve’s dick and the moan he releases has you feral. “God, i’m gonna fill you up. have you full of my cum before i leave? maybe i’ll leave and come back with a baby?” he groans and you moan at his words.

his hip still a bit as they slow but they still snap into your ass hard. white ropes of cum filling your walls and you can feel all of it. when he fill you up, he doesn’t pull out. pushing you onto the beed, he mutters“keep it in.” and it sounds like a warning. he pulls out slowly, noticing how swollen your pussy is.

“you’re so perfect.” he says and rubs his finger over your clit. you jolt away and he pouts, “too much? are you too sensitive?” he whispers and you roll onto your back while nodding.

he grabs a blanket and drapes it over your shoulders. before pulling you into his lap. “i’m sorry for yelling. i should’ve told you sooner but i just didn’t wanna because i don’t wanna leave you.” he whispers and kisses the top of your head.

“it’s okay. i overreacted so much, im just scared you’re not gonna come back. i need you.”

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