#you're gonna hate on peggy for no fucking reason?

[olderthannetfic]

Ayyy, there seems to be a lot of older people among the regular commenters of this blog so I'm gonna shoot my shot and ask for advice.

Idk if it's just the clinical depression but I can't help but feel like I'm never gonna find love as a straight girl. I don't hate men at all -- I've been very lucky to be surrounded by decent dudes growing up but shit. Lookin at the state of the world rn... Gen Z dudes chugging misogynist bullshit at alarming rates, women like Gisele Pelicot going through unspeakable shit from their own husbands... it's hard not to feel cynical. On top of that the decent dudes I know irl are all taken, I don't wanna go on dating apps, and as much as I wanna fuck an older man no decent one is gonna settle for a depressed young woman who's a 4 at best...

It's not that i don't have fulfilling friendships or that I don't value them, I just want to love and care for (and get dicked down by) a decent guy who feels the same way. I've always wanted that and I don't think it's changing anytime soon. Feels impossible though. I'm not sure if I'm the problem (I'm plain faced at best, no fashion sense or charm to speak of, though I do my best to be polite and kind) or there's just shit going on I've no control over.

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People will give you a lot of placating nonsense, but the reality is that the supply of reasonably okay straight women is much higher than the supply of reasonably okay straight men. Finding a fulfilling long-term relationship is always hard anyway, but man... straight guys really need to step it up.

That said, a lot of people in general and straight guys in particular learn a lot from the breakdown of their first marriage/long-term relationship. Just because a guy is listening to godawful manosphere podcasts today doesn't mean he's never going to be dateable later.

Research on dating apps suggests that your average guy responds to pics where women have a lot of makeup on by looking for a hookup, passes by the ones with no makeup, and finds the ones with a little lipstick or something but not heavy makeup the most dateable.

While it would be nice if appearance didn't matter, if you're really worried about this, there are some basic things you can do where you'll get a lot of bang for your buck: Find one lipstick you can stand and learn to apply it. I like Bésame Cosmetics because I am a nerd and they sponsored a local film noir festival. Peggy Carter's lipstick was from them. They have the advantage of being intensely pigmented, so a quick swipe gives full coverage. I hate having shit on my face in general, so that's helpful. If eye stuff is less bleurgghhhh than lip stuff, learn to apply eyeliner instead. There are some liquid ones I really like even if it takes some practice to get decent at painting them on. You don't need a full face of makeup or really much of anything to read as Hot Girl™ to people who don't know anything about makeup and aren't paying much attention. Yes, even if you're a 4 and it's not just the depression talking.

Charm is hard. Some things can be taught, but a lot of that's innate. Fashion, however, is not. You don't need to be a fashionista to look better than a lot of the people around you. Save your money for fewer, better outfits. Buy things that fit well and get things tailored. Don't settle for ill-fitting clothes that don't make you feel good. Look for natural fibers and clothing that will last a long time. (And if you think you have sensitive skin that cannot handle natural fibers, you need to go up several price points on your cotton. Just saying.)

You can also increase your chances by doing activities where you meet more people who might be a good match. This means finding hobbies that actually have straight guys in them and going to in-person things where you meet new people. (This sounds obvious and pedantic, but I cannot tell you how many women I know who want a boyfriend but only do social things that are 95% women and 5% gay men.)

But the biggest thing you can do to stand out is... well... work on that depression. Self confidence and obviously being in a good place in your life are very attractive. Also, the good catches who haven't been snapped up tend to be the quiet, shy people. If you have your own shit together enough to detect and pursue them, you have a better chance of finding someone great.

I get that ~fix your depression~ is not helpful advice, but working on yourself in both important and relatively superficial ways is something you can control. Meeting the right person is not.

It might help to look at this as a 5-10-year goal and/or a lifetime goal, not a "Oh my god, my life sucks this year" problem. Yes, there's shit going on that you have no control over, but if that's your career and mental health and so on, you can work on that and be in a different place in a few years.

Frankly, I think a certain amount of cynicism is warranted, but that doesn't mean there are no decent guys or that you'll never find one.

[all-that-jazz-93]

Holy shit dude, Peggy haters on this webbed site have the weirdest fucking takes

I mean honestly, talk about willfully ignoring canon to form your own (wrong) opinions about a character...

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

Spoilers... on the last two episodes. More under the cut.

Ok first I have talk about the whole Turner situation. When she walked up to the whole Russell's clan like she thought she own the place on the arm of Colonel Sanders. I was like oh no she didn't... but well she did. I didn't like watching the color drain from Bertha's face though. Too bad she doesn't have Evil Queen magic, because she could of conjured up a fireball and throw it at her!! 😈

Wtf is Turners issue anyway with Bertha? Was it because she fired her, throw her out on her ear. Or could be revenge because she couldn't seduce George? Which it's like please bitch he has Bertha why oh why would he want your sorry ass. When she showed up in his bed naked I remembered thinking wow pathetic and desperate move there.

I wonder if Bertha going release the information of Turners ture identity out and ruin her? I think she may if Turner keeps messing with her!! Why do people mess with Bertha she will make them sorry, idiots.

Does anyone think that this new woman Oscar interested in could possibly be a lesbian? The reason I think this is Aurora mentioned that she has a female companion that goes everywhere with her. Now why we haven't met this female companion is beyond me. But it made me think, also wouldn't that be the best solution.

I'm really liking Marian with Dashiell Montgomery. I wasn't sure at first but so far I really like him. Now his daughter on the other hand, well she seems creepy and has anger management issues.

I'm so happy Peggy's back working for Aunt Agnes. I really liked her being at the house all the time.

They need to find a really good man for Gladys. Like her perfect dude! I really like her and I don't want to see them do her wrong.

Oh Larry needs to stop fucking Melania Trump!! Omg I thought that was such a slutty move when they bearly know each other she's already going to sleep with him. Especially back then. When Bertha wants it stopped and ask George to talk to Larry. I hate it when George all with the bullshit "boys will be boys" line. I started thinking about that, I can only imagine how different the world might be if men, young men in particular hadn't been allow to get away with shit just because they happen to be men. If they had been held up to the same high standard as women and young women back then. Larry can have sex with as many women as he wants as long it does bring shame to the family name. But Gladys couldn't even sleep with one guy before she's married or she would be considered wholly unworthy of marriage. 🙄 I really think everyone really needs to sleep with the partner you're going to marry!!! Especially then when being married was forever! Bad sex life for decades... no thank you!

But back to Larry and that woman whatever her name is. She gotta go, she's annoying, possessive, I'm sorry gonna say it too old for him (he looks like he's with his mom when they stand next to her. Never a good look). I don't know I just don't like her.

I personally want to watch Bertha crush Mrs. Astor like a bug. Bitch thinks people should just do whatever she said. No, Bertha don't play that way!!

Ok seriously George needs to buy Bertha a huge bouquet of flowers or some super lux piece of jewelry. Because no he didn't do anything wrong but he should of told her sooner so she didn't caught out by that gold diggin bitch. Who wouldn't of been able to make it out to be something it wasn't! Dumb ass doesn't he know anything happy wife, happy life! Because I do not like seeing Bertha upset, crying, sad, feeling like her husband may of betrayed her trust in one of the worst ways!! Just breaks my heart seeing her cry. 💔 Just want to smack George upside the head. Dude you have more money than God, do sometimes super special for your wife!!!

Oh Aunt Ada and the Preach man is just too sweet!! 😍 Aunt Agnes better not mess it up. We all know he's not up to Aunt Agnes standards, but I don’t think he needs to be. It's not like with Marian where that need for money is so great. With Aunt Ada, a man that's not rich wouldn't be an issue. I'm pretty sure the Preacher man makes enough for the both of them. Aunt deserves a romantic love in her life. She's so kind, sweet, loving, she just wants happiness for everyone she loves. She'd be friends with everyone if Aunt Agnes would let her. See she'll be the perfect preachers wife. I wish i.had an Aunt Ada in my life!

[pardonmydelays]

hii

in the heights/hamilton characters as different aesthetics (preppy, goth, etc.)

this is such a great question! ok, let's think about it. so i decided to pair them up (one ith + one (or two) hamilton character(s) with similar vibes i may also drop some quotes to prove my point) and here's how i see it:

usnavi/alexander (it's all about the legacy they left with me, it's destiny/what is a legacy? it's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see + both the caribbean immigrants + both orphans + both can't shut up sometimes i could write a whole essay about it actually): 90s (i don't have any explanation for this one, i just want to see it cause it's a vibe)

vanessa/angelica (if i'm in the mood, it will not be with some dude who is whistling cause he has nothing to say/i'm looking for a mind at work + so this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level you see what i did here, right?): DARK ACADEMIA (oh i love this one, i could even make them a moodboard lol)

nina/eliza: (hey guys, it's me! the biggest disappointment you know BUT nina please believe that when you find your way again you're gonna change the world/i'm erasing myself from the narrative BUT i live another 50 years, it's not enough + and when my time is up, have i done enough? cause in the end they both have done so much, ok? you know what i'm trying to say also this post is a mess): PREPPY (idk i just think it's their vibe)

benny/mulligan (idk, for some reason i was just thinking about how benny was showing off his skills in benny's dispatch and mulligan was showing off... his pants also yes that is the only reason lol): SKATER (do i even need to explain?)

sonny/laurens/philip (they all just have the same young energy for me and i'm not gonna give you any quotes here, it's just something you can see with your own eyes when you watch them on the stage): KIDCORE (i literally had no idea something like this exists but you can google it and it's a perfect choice for them)

kevin/jefferson (ok so look, kevin and camila are married to each other and jefferson and madison are also like a married couple in my head i don't know what else i can say): NORMCORE (just how i see it)

camila/madison (look up): LIGHT ACADEMIA (idk it's just the vibe bro)

daniela/lafayette (mostly because they are both iconic and come on we all love them so much also daniela works in the salon and layafette has majestic hair but it's unimportant): ART HOE (it's just perfect for them, ok?)

carla/peggy (like can't you just see it? carla clearly doesn't have much to say and peggy... and peggy. they are both cute tho! and they are both there just for fun!): SOFT GIRL (cause like i said they are just cute!)

piragua guy/king george (hey, pana! i run this town!/soon you'll see, you'll remember you belong to me! come on they are basically the same person, piragua guy is the king of washington heights): BADDIE (i'm literally crying right now, it's too damn funny)

abuela claudia/george washington (that was abuela, she's not really my abuela but she practically raised me, this corner is her escuela/your wife needs you alive, son, i need you alive + daddy's calling parent vibes lol): COTTAGECORE (it is what it is)

graffiti pete/burr (listen, i don't even have any quotes here, it's just the fact that usnavi hates graffiti pete and hammy and burr are enemies lol you see what i did here): GOTH (just because this is so fucking funny in my head lol imagine aaron burr as goth)

maria reynolds (i don't have a pair for her oops): EARLY 2000s (because of course)

[sharonisthebettercarter]

i wish this of any writers to come in contact with her, steve, and their stories!

and i wanna be absolutely clear if it isn't enough regardless of how gatekeepey some might think it sounds because it's honest to god not, and cannot be said enough.

if you have to hate staron or sharon for any bullshit reason? no, you don't love steve rogers. you don't even love peggy carter. you literally love none of the characters, because all of them love sharon and you can't respect that, you're just using them as an excuse to outlet your own personal jealousy. of a FICTIONAL character.

first off, gross. second off, unhealthy. third, seek some fuckin' help.

seriously. you don't even have to like sharon, but jesus fuckin' christ she's a fictional character! the least she deserves is general neutrality, even IF you prefer other ships, even IF you prefer steggy or peggy, and ESPECIALLY because she is peggy's family and peggy is supposed to LOVE her. PERIOD.

and if peggy ever truly loved steve? she would have ACCEPTED their relationship, and provided her FULL blessing, especially after she had moved the fuck on and never even been with steve.

NOT accepted steve back into her life after he macked on her niece and treated her like garbage. NOT laughed at the situation and dismiss the fact that steve would need to GROOM his own niece to get her to kiss him, like a goddamn pedo, while peggy apparently just blames the victim and slutshames her.

so. you don't just hate sharon if you hate sharon for being with steve, you hate steve and peggy, and anyone else who loves sharon too. because you're using them like fucking puppets to fufill your own sick jealous fantasies, disregarding what the characters actually mean to each other and what they represent, refusing to accept that your fiction is not reality, all because you're full of shit, and want to have your cake and eat it too, even when people tell you it is equally, full of goddamn shit.

am i enough of a hostile, gatekeeping bitch yet? cause i really don't feel the point's been driven home enough with how high on the burning shit fumes so many in fandom still are. and this goes for ANY and all shippers, coming from a goddamn multishipper.

you DO NOT love steve rogers, or ANY of the characters that interact with and love sharon just as much, sam, bucky, natasha, tony, and peggy, AND ANYONE ELSE, if you cannot at least have basic human decency and respect for the love that steve and sharon have shared for the literal decades they have been together.

yes, even if you have valid critique of the character, which i have yet to fucking see given circumstance.

and another thing. fictional dick or pussy AIN'T worth the hate or jealousy, cause you ain't ever gonna get it no matter how hard you hate. the only people who look pathetic at the end of the day are those making the hatred a sport, grow the fuck up. and human LIVES are ALWAYS worth FAR MORE than any hatred or fictional bullshit.

[rebeccccccaaa]

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ _____________________

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’s!ʙᴇsᴛ!ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs ᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and Buck have always been close growing up but you two soon learn that the line that separates friendly and flirting is a lot thinner than you think.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: fluff, slight angst bc u got a shit bf, big bro vibes from bucky, smut duh [18+ minors dni (slight praise but also slight degradation, marking, belly bulge, squirting, fem!rec oral, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl, slight choking, pet names: darling&princess, i think that’s it lmk plz)]

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hey assholes i'm back for the time being lol. I have a few ideas and fics I'm currently writing right now so do not fret.

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You knew this was a horrible idea. 

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job. 

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside. 

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in. 

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless. 

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief. 

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself. 

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically. 

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit. 

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was. 

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot. 

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening. 

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred. 

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit. 

“I can’t believe you,” you said. 

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought. 

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it. 

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?” 

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms. 

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked. 

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone. 

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you. 

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled. 

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?” 

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment. 

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment. 

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room. 

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced. 

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly. 

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out. 

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit." 

"James," you whispered. 

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.  

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt. 

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front. 

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you. 

Bucky fell in love. 

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material. 

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him. 

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly. 

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly. 

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right. 

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon. 

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening. 

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal. 

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled. 

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times. 

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled. 

“Bucky,” you whined. 

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky. 

“I got you, darling. I got you.” 

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours. 

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew. 

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy. 

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted. 

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned. 

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled. 

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly. 

You like being choked by Bucky. 

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips. 

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again. 

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled. 

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum. 

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet. 

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body. 

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room. 

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away. 

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast. 

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him. 

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever. 

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled. 

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him. 

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I'm bombarding you with those prompts, so I fully understand if you just ignore all those you don't like, lol. Would WinterIronFalcon be an OT3 you're intrested in writing? Some established WinterFalcon with Tony pining helplessly after them, not believeing he could have a chance? With a dash of angst in it? Thank you ♡

There isn’t much angst in this but there is hopeless pining so yay?

Also on ao3 here

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“Share Bear, it’s not fair,” Tony whines into the phone.

“What isn’t?” his cousin asks, sounding patient but also kind of amused. He takes the phone away from his ear and squints at it. Is she making fun of him? She probably is, Sharon always makes fun of him. She’s mean like that; he’s pretty sure she gets it from Natasha.

“They’re so fucking gorgeous, I can’t stand it.”

“Oh. Them again. Seriously Tony, didn’t you used to have better taste?”

“Excuse you,” he says, offended. “My taste is perfect.”

“They think arguing is foreplay.”

“It’s bickering! And it’s cute!”

“Gross,” Sharon says cheerfully.

“God hates me,” Tony says dramatically, flinging his hand over his eyes. “That’s why he cursed me to work with two such beautiful humans who are already dating each other.”

“Tony—”

“I know Bucky stays up to date with the fandom,” he continues, going a little quieter. “He’s gotta know that tons of people ship the three of us. But he doesn’t say anything about it. Share Bear, why doesn’t he say anything?”

“Probably because for every person who ships all three of you, there’s twice as many who ship just you and him,” she admits. “I know that if someone were shipping Maria and Nat and ignoring that I even exist, I’d be pretty upset.”

“Yeah,” he says glumly.

“What’re you filming today anyway?” she asks.

“True Crime. We were supposed to be doing an episode of Supernatural at the Odinson Mystery House, you know, over in Norway where the son found out he was adopted and then got super into Norse mythology and supposedly disappeared into a rainbow?”

“Oh yeah, that guy was crazy.”

“Wasn’t,” Tony insist stubbornly. “There are three different eyewitnesses and they all saw the same thing.”

“All three eyewitnesses tested positive for meth.”

“It was trace amounts and ruled irrelevant to the case. Anyway, there’s some sort of blizzard so our flight got canceled. We figured we’d get a jump on this season’s True Crime episodes instead.”

“What are you doing this week?”

He scowls into the phone. “Fandom episode. They voted for Captain America.”

He can practically hear Sharon wince. “I’m sorry. That fucking sucks.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, not least because both of them know exactly what happened to Captain America. He was recovered from the Arctic back in the 50s and went on to live a very happy and fulfilling life with Aunt Peggy. But that’s a very closely guarded state secret; the U.S. government can’t let it get out that Steve Rogers survived nearly a decade in the ice. Technically, Tony and Sharon aren’t even supposed to know but Aunt Peggy had insisted she be allowed to tell them after she took custody of Sharon and Tony moved out of Howard’s and into her home. It’s kind of cool actually, knowing that Uncle Steve is really Captain America. He’s a pretty great guy. It just kind of sucks that he can’t tell anyone about it and now he has to do a whole episode about it when everyone knows he’s a shitty liar.

He’d talked it over with Uncle Steve and Aunt Peggy when the results of the vote had first come in. Aunt Peggy’s advice had been to act more manic than usual, throw even more outlandish theories into the mix, and really make this episode about the banter between him and Bucky. “Direct their attention away from Steve,” she’d said. “They’re already going to be looking at you. Just make sure they’re doing it for the wrong reason.”

He kind of wants to kiss Bucky. That would definitely draw attention away from the episode. But that’s not fair to either Bucky or Sam, who are very happy with their relationship and don’t need a homewrecker like Tony throwing a spanner into the mix.

“Good luck,” Sharon tells him before they hang up. “You’re gonna need it.”

“Wow, thanks,” he mutters but she’s already gone.

~

Marvels Unsolved was never supposed to be this popular. It started off as a novelty webseries about Tony trying to convince Bucky about the existence of the supernatural—he firmly believed that if science could turn Uncle Steve from an actual shrimp to the god of muscles, then magic had to be out there—and then they’d started talking about an unsolved crime from the early 20th century after filming an episode one day, forgetting that the camera was still rolling, and had ended up with enough footage to make a second episode about real crimes. They had stayed pretty unknown throughout that first season but then true crime podcasts had exploded in popularity and Unsolved along with them.

Now they have a fandom and merchandise and actual fanfiction written about them, which is the craziest thing. They both have several often-quoted gifs floating around the Internet and Bucky has somehow become the poster child for being unimpressed by literally everything (he actually makes some of the best faces when something genuinely scary happens but they always end up editing those parts out—he has an image to maintain after all).

They brought Sam on once they started gaining in popularity. Tony, by that point, already had a pretty well-established crush on Bucky. He’d even thought that he had a chance with his co-host, small as it may be, and at first, it hadn’t seemed like Sam was going to change anything. He and Bucky argued all the time so Tony had been absolutely stunned when he’d stumbled upon them making out like it was the end of the world.

They had just finished filming their second season. Sam had suggested going out to a local bar. He’d suggested it for all three of them but Tony had, inexplicably, felt like a third wheel all night as Sam and Bucky bickered. At one point, Sam had disappeared off to the restroom and a couple minutes later, Bucky had followed him. Tony doesn’t know how long he had sat there waiting for them but he’d eventually gone looking for them only to find Sam pressing Bucky up against a wall.

And that had been that.

Three years later, Sam and Bucky are still going strong, Tony is as smitten with Sam as he is with Bucky despite knowing how hopeless both crushes are, and the fandom seems convinced to either write Sam out of Tony and Bucky’s relationship or write Tony into Sam and Bucky’s. He wishes they would stop. He stays pretty up to date with the fandom as well and they have all these meta posts about the way Bucky looks at him or something. It just keeps giving him hope but, well, it’s been three years. If Bucky wanted him, or if Sam did for that matter, they would have done something long ago.

~

“Hey, you doing okay?” Sam asks him as they’re setting up.

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” He avoids meeting Sam’s eyes, focusing instead on adding creamer to the coffee. Marvels had presented them with these mugs last year to congratulate them on four years of Unsolved. They’ve got their most iconic quotes printed on them, Bucky’s with “Obviously I killed JFK” and Tony’s with “I’m the dramatic bitch your mom warned you about.” Sam has one too with his one and only line in the entire show printed on it (“Why did I agree to work with you?”) but since he’s always behind the camera, he doesn’t have to use the same mug for each episode.

“You just seem a little off.” The worst part is that Sam genuinely looks concerned. If they didn’t care about him, he thinks his crush might be easier to manage but they do because they’re just nice guys like that. “I know you weren’t too thrilled when we announced this week’s case.”

“Howard worked with him, practically hero-worshipped the damn guy. Of course, I’m not excited.”

Sam winces. They know all about Tony’s shitty relationship with Howard after his dad called Marvels furious that his son was hosting a webseries instead of coming home to grovel at his feet and take over the business. The whole team had been brought in to listen as Fury tried to placate him. By the end, Bucky had been furious on Tony’s behalf and Sam had berated Fury for twenty minutes for making Tony listen to the vitriol his dad had spewed. It had cemented his crush on Sam, then just a passing fancy, into something real and permanent.

“Seriously, Sam, I’m fine. Might be a little off today but I would have said if I didn’t think I could do it.”

Sam doesn’t look convinced but he agrees anyway. Tony sits down next to Bucky and passes him his mug. Bucky shoots him a grin and murmurs, “Thanks, doll.”

Tony doesn’t blush but that’s only because he has five years of practice. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Sam counting them down and he turns to face the camera, settling his hands in front of him.

“This week on Marvels Unsolved True Crime and in celebration of our 100th episode,” he begins, “we asked you what you’d like us to investigate and you came back—”

“—overwhelmingly,” Bucky interjects.

“Many, many times,” Tony agrees, “with a topic near and dear to my own heart: Captain America.”

“That’s right,” Bucky says, sounding surprised though Bucky had been the first to point out that maybe they shouldn’t do this episode because of Tony’s connections to Project Rebirth. “Your dad helped turn Steve Rogers into Captain America, didn’t he?”

“And he never let me forget it!” Tony says cheerfully.

“One hundred episodes,” Bucky says slowly, enunciating each word. “Can you believe that, doll?”

Sometimes, he wonders why the fans ship them when Sam is right there. Other times, Bucky says things like this and he understands completely.

“Not even a little bit, Bucky Babe.” Okay, so maybe he doesn’t help.

“One hundred. The big one zero zero.”

“We tried to do something extra special and get Sam in front of the camera for you guys—”

“—so you could see what a hunk he is—”

“—but Sam said that he didn’t trust anyone else to film us properly—”

“—which makes sense because Tony? If you put him in the wrong light, he’s practically a gremlin—”

“Hey!”

“I’m just telling the facts.”

“Well, the facts are wrong.”

“They’re facts, sweet thing, they can’t be wrong.”

“Can too. Anyway, since Sam refuses to join us—”

“—and that just breaks my heart because Sam, he’s one of my favorite guys, you know?”

Tony pauses. It’s not like Bucky to say anything nice about Sam. Usually, it’s all good-natured insults and bickering. He must really be fed up with the Starkbucks shippers to say something like this when they’re still this early in the show.

“Only one of?” he asks curiously.

Bucky shoots him one of those filthy grins that their audience loves so much. “Well, it’s hard not to include you on that list,” he drawls.

He’s not going to blush.

He’s not going to blush.

He’s not going to—

Damn it.

Whatever. It’s no big deal, that’s what editing is for. So what if Sam has never edited out one of Tony’s blushes yet? Maybe Tony will get lucky and he will this time.

“You know, I was actually named for Captain America’s sidekick?” Bucky asks, getting them back on track.

“Wow, that is deeply unfortunate,” Tony deadpans.

“Yeah, Dad’s a fanboy. His whole troop was pinned down and rescued by the two of them. He tells the story all the time—kind of like your dad.”

“Except my dad goes straight past into fanboy and directly into obsession territory.”

“…Fair enough.”

“Really? That’s all you’re going to say?”

Bucky shrugs and takes a sip out of his mug. “I’ve been inside your house. I’ve seen the Steve Rogers shrine. I’m not going to argue with you.”

Tony thinks about that for a moment. “It is kind of a shrine, isn’t it? Anyway, we’ve got some great stuff for you today. We’re going to crack open this cold case, show you some never-before-seen footage courtesy of my mom sneaking my dad’s old war tapes out of the mansion, and then we’ll talk a little bit about the theories out there.”

“How many of them are going to be ridiculously outlandish and physically impossible?”

Tony glares at him. “None of them. I have never once presented a ridiculously outlandish and physically impossible theory.”

“Right because alien abduction is a valid—”

“Aliens are real!”

“You said that crabs might have eaten Amelia Earheart!” Bucky shouts over him.

“It’s a valid theory!”

“I take it back, you’re not one of my favorite people anymore.”

“That really hurts me, deep inside,” Tony says sarcastically, trying to cover up that maybe that does send a small pang shooting through his chest. He likes the thought of being one of Bucky’s favorite people. He doesn’t want to lose that.

“How deep?” Bucky asks and winks.

“Very deep. Way, way deep down. Practically in my—”

Bucky’s eyes widen and he nearly chokes on his coffee. “Okay, that’s enough of that. Let’s get into the facts.”

“Hey, that’s my line!”

~

“With a missing plane and pilot and so much redaction in the files, we’re lucky to even have a name, let’s get into the theories.”

“Actually, wait, before we do that,” Bucky says, “I want to ask if you’ve ever noticed that your voice changes when you’re doing the voiceovers.”

“Wait, what?” Tony asks. He glances at him, to one of the cameras, then back to Bucky. “What do you mean?”

“You know, it gets all deeper like you’re trying to voice movie trailers or something.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“Sure it does.”

Tony shakes his head. “There’s no way.”

They both turn toward Sam, who thinks about it and then makes a ‘sort of’ motion with his hand.

“Told you!” Bucky says triumphantly.

“You’re such a child,” Tony sneers.

“Yeah, that’s why you like working with me so much.”

Behind the camera, Sam silently snickers and Tony glares at him before telling the camera, “If you’re watching, let us know in the comments. Is my apparent movie trailer voice okay or does it need to go like Bucky clearly thinks?”

Bucky goes paler. “Hey, wait, I didn’t say it had to go.”

“It was implied when you brought it up,” he argues.

“No!” Bucky insists. “I was just wondering if it was on purpose.”

They both turn toward Sam, who thinks about it and then makes a ‘sort of’ motion with his hand.

“Aha!” Tony says triumphantly.

“Traitor,” Bucky mutters into his coffee.

Sam signs, “I’ll make it up to you when we get home tonight.”

“And that was more than I ever wanted to learn about Sam and Bucky’s love life,” Tony lies through his teeth. “Let’s get into the theories. I only have two for you today, one of which I think Bucky will particularly like.”

“Oh no.”

“Our first theory is that Steve Rogers died in a plane crash on December 16, 1944. Winter months in the Arctic are known to be particularly stormy. There would have been low visibility due to the high latitude and time of year and with the waters and surrounding land being well below freezing, it’s possible that, even if Captain Rogers survived the impact, he would have frozen to death in the stormy seas.”

Bucky thinks about it for a second. “Yeah, that seems plausible.”

“In addition, Howard Stark, a known Captain America aficionado and the father of Marvels Unsolved’s best host—”

“You lie like a rug!” Bucky howls.

Tony snickers and then when Sam signs, “He’s really not,” bursts out into full-out laughter.

Once he’s recovered, he continues, “Howard Stark has spent the first fifty years after the crash of the Valkyrie and the last twenty funding searches in the Arctic in the hopes of recovering Captain Rogers’ body. He has found no evidence that Captain Rogers survived the crash although he did find part of the remains of the Valkyrie and has since stated that, ‘No human could have survived that crash.’”

The expeditions are a scam and have been since Howard first found the Valkyrie crash site and Uncle Steve along with it. He hadn’t been planning on continuing the expeditions—too costly, as he claims—but when Aunt Peggy had told him that Uncle Steve’s survival had to remain a secret, he’d kept them up for pretense’s sake.

Bucky is saying something about how it sucks that the first superhero is gone and when he finishes, Tony grins and says, “Then you’ll like our second theory.”

“Somehow, every time you say that, I end up completely hating it. Wonder why that is.”

“Our second theory is that Steve Rogers survived the crash and is still alive but cryogenically frozen in the ice. There—”

“Bullshit!”

Tony starts laughing but he tries to continue on over Bucky shouting that it’s complete nonsense. It’s hard and he knows that Sam will probably have to do some editing and maybe make Tony do some voiceover work in order to make the theory audible but he thinks he manages to do a pretty good job.

Bucky is pouting by the end of it, arms crossed over his chest. “What fucking bullshit,” he mutters.

“The supersoldier serum—” Tony starts to point out.

“Isn’t a miracle drug.”

“That’s exactly what it is.”

“No, it just made him big and strong. It doesn’t just magically keep people alive when they should have died.”

And then they’re off into familiar territory, arguing about the merits of either theory. Tony’s actually feeling pretty good about himself, convinced that he’s doing a decent job of steering the conversation away of anything classified, right up until Bucky says, about halfway through the episode, “I’m surprised at you, Tony.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Surprised?”

“Usually, you have some absolutely batshit, off-the-walls crazy theory but these have actually been pretty normal for you.” He pauses and then adds for effect, “And you’re usually much better at your research than this.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh come on, even I know that there’s one more theory.”

He starts tapping at his chest nervously, almost wishing that he had a pair of sunglasses. Aunt Peggy always said that his lies are in his eyes, that they’re too expressive to hide the truth. When he was living with Howard, in the spotlight, he always had a pair of sunglasses to hide his eyes but he hasn’t wanted to use those since he moved out. He wishes he had them now.

“And what’s that?” he asks, feigning a casualness he doesn’t feel.

“That Steve Rogers lived and came out of the ice at some point and has been living out his life in anonymity.”

He barks out a nervous laugh. “I didn’t mention it because even I know that that theory is completely impossible.”

“Hasn’t stopped you before.” Sam nods agreeably. Bucky nods back at him and adds, “Even Sam agrees with me.”

“He’s your boyfriend, he’s practically required to.”

Both Sam and Bucky laugh at that one and yeah, okay, it was a pretty ridiculous statement. Anyone who knows them knows that being boyfriends is less likely to make them agree with each other.

“Look, Steve Rogers didn’t come out of the ice alive. Howard would have known for one thing and if you think, he could keep something like that quiet, then you don’t know him very well.”

“Maybe the government insisted it be a secret,” Bucky suggests, shrugging. “There have been plenty of people who have claimed over the last couple decades to be Captain America.”

Tony scoffs. “Oh come on, by that logic, anyone could be Captain America.”

“Maybe they could be.”

“No,” Tony says flatly. “It’s like that crazy conspiracy theory guy over on Reddit who’s convinced that Bruce Wayne is Batman.”

“Maybe Bruce Wayne is Batman.”

“Ooh do the butts match?” Tony says mockingly. “I mean, really, Bucky Babe, if we’re going off of lookalikes, then my fucking Uncle Steve is secretly really Steve Rogers, which is ridiculous because the guy’s like practically ancient and faints at the sight of blood in PG-13 movies.”

That sets off another round of arguing that lasts the rest of the episode until finally Tony wraps it up with, “Whether Steve Rogers died in 1944 or is still alive today is a mystery that will remain unsolved.”

They both pause for a moment to provide time for Sam to edit in the theme music and closing title. Usually, there would be some lighthearted bantering afterwards, maybe a joke about something they said earlier in the show. This time though, Bucky says thoughtfully, “The thing is, though, I’ve met your Uncle Steve—”

Tony goes cold.

“—and he really does kind of look like—”

Tony panics. That’s the only explanation that he has for declaring, “I’m done waiting,” reaching across the tables and grabbing hold of Bucky’s shirt, and yanking him forward to kiss him.

For a moment, Bucky is too startled to do anything but then he melts into Tony, mouth opening under his, tongue pushing forward to meet his. Bucky’s arms come around him, pulling him up and out of his chair and settling him into his lap. Tony makes a small greedy sound, swallowed by Bucky’s kiss, and then they’re both pulling away. Bucky’s lips are very red; Tony can’t stop staring at them even as he’s filled with dismay.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Why not?” Bucky demands.

“You—Sam—” He glances toward the camera but Sam isn’t standing there anymore. His heart drops into his stomach—has he just ruined Bucky and Sam’s relationship? But then he hears someone drop to their knees behind him and when he turns slightly, Sam’s fingers are on his chin, gently turning his head.

“How long?” Sam asks.

“How long what?”

“How long have we been wasting our time when we could have been kissing you instead?”

Three years, two months, and fifteen days. “Too long.”

Sam kisses him then, mouth gentler than Bucky’s but no less consuming. Bucky is a hard, hot line against his front; Sam is warm against his back and Tony? Tony loses himself in the storm that is the two of them, sparks shooting through him as Bucky’s hands find their way to his hips, as Sam’s tongue slips into his mouth, as Bucky whispers into his ear, “We’re not wasting any more time.”

~

Marvels Unsolved’s 100th episode shoots to their most watched, most liked video in less than a day and when asked, maybe the smallest handful of viewers could have said what it was about.

The day after it posts, only a week after it was filmed, Tony’s phone rings.

“Kill it with fire,” Sam says sleepily.

Tony, however, recognizes Aunt Peggy’s ringtone and he rolls over to grab it before Bucky can throw it at the wall. “Hello?” he asks groggily.

“Congratulations on not blowing Steve’s cover,” she says.

“Oh yeah,” Tony mutters. “Can I go back to bed now?”

“One more thing, duck.”

“What’s that?”

“Congratulations on the new boyfriends.”

[ms-rampage]

Eden’s Gate: Kidnapped Chapter 17 - The Last Of Us Part 2 (continue)

The final part of Eden’s Gate: Kidnapped.

The next series is gonna focus on John and Kate's relationship that occurred 2 years before all the events of Kidnapped.

Supernatural moment? Maybe!?!?!

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: Swearing, violence, death of some main characters, angst. 

A slight cliffhanger maybe?!?!?! I don’t know!!! A new follow up series?!? Maybe!!!.

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Paige and Kenny go from room to room looking for their daughter.

“You find her?” she whispers.

“No” he whispers back.

From down the hall, Paige sees a dimly lit white light coming from one of the rooms.

She slowly walks towards it, “Where are you going?” Kenny whispers. He follows her down the hall.

They get to the door, it looks like it belongs to an office, she slowly pushes it open.

There’s no one in, a crib similar to the one from Paige’s bliss hallucination sits in the middle of the room. Soft cooing, and babbling come from it. 

She walks towards it and sees her daughter in.

She sighs loudly, and picks her up “Oh my god” she says with tears streaming down her face.

Kenny holds the both of them, and after a couple minutes a ring plays over the intercom followed by Jacob’s laugh and voice.

“Hey, only you could’ve made it this far”

“That son of a bitch” Paige says, quietly.

“There is no escape Winchester” he continues.

“Come on we’re leaving” Kenny says, guiding Paige out the room into the dark hallway. 

They walk down the dark hallway back to where they came from.

“Only You” plays faintly over the intercom. Panic runs through Paige, and she immediately stops dead in her tracks. 

“Take her!!” she tells Kenny, holding out Cristina. He looks at her in confusion.

”What?!?” he asks.

“Take her!!!!” she exclaims, he takes her from her, the music grows louder, and she groans in pain holding her head.

“Go, just keep going!!” she pants, trying to fight the urge to pass out. They continue down the dark hallway. 

“So, you’re not weak after all” Jacob’s voice says over the intercom as the music grows louder. As they’re going down the stairs, Paige trips on the last step.

“Paige come on!!, get up!!” Kenny says, trying to help her up.

“Go take her, and go!!” she exclaims.

“I’m not leaving you!!!!” he says, pulling her up.

Footsteps coming from behind them, Kenny looks up, and sees a silhouette approaching them.

He pulls out his pistol, while still holding Cristina and aims at the figure.

“What do you want?” he asks in an angry tone.

Jacob steps out of the shadows, staring at him.

Paige struggles to get up, but is able to get back on her feet, with her gun hand aiming at the elder Seed brother. “Haven’t you done enough already?!?!” she asks him, anger in her voice.

“Ooh honey it’s only just begun” he says, with a tease in his voice. 

He starts to circle them, like a shark in the ocean. 

She follows his movements not taking her eyes off of him. 

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Kate loads up some guns, putting them in her car. 

Wheaty approaches her, silently grabbing her waist from behind.

“Hey” he says. She looks at him. “Hey” she responds with a slight smile.

“Are you going by yourself?” he asks. She sighs “Most likely”.

“I can come with you, if you want” he says, “You sure?” she asks, looking up at him.

“Yeah, if killing John is, maybe a way for us to be together then yes”

She smiles at him “Okay”. 

She finishes loading up her gear, he kisses the side of her head.

“Hey Kate!” Eli calls out. She turns around. “Yeah!!” she yells out.

“You said Paige and Kenny are at St. Francis?!” he asks. 

“Yeah, they’re gonna kill Jacob!!” she yells back.

“I’ll go help them” he responds, “Is Wheaty gonna go with you?”.

“Yeah I am” he answers. 

“Alright, I’m gonna go to St. Francis” that being said he leaves to the Centre.

Kate and Wheaty leave to John’s ranch

They pull into the huge driveway. For some reason there aren’t any peggies on the property.

“This is weird” she says “There’s no one on the property”.

She parks the car, they both get out, grabbing their supplies from the trunk.

She’s able to pick the lock, they enter the huge house. Old dead memories come to mind.

“Where do you think he is?” Wheaty whispers to her,

“I don’t know” she responds. Without hesitation she calls out for him “Hey John!!!!!”.

Wheaty’s eyes widened when she does this. 

“What are you doing??” he whispers to her.

“Hey Johnny where are ya!!” she yells again. Wheaty regrets this but he wants to help and support her. She’s doing it the Winchester way, guns blazing. Sorta. 

The whole house goes silent, and then they hear from upstairs. 

“Katie?!?!!?”

Sending chills through her body, icing on the cake is his smug smile when he sees her, and his eyes move to Wheaty. 

“What is that?!?” he asks, pointing to Wheaty.

Kate looks back at him, then back at John.

“Someone who won’t manipulate me, who won’t torture my sister, won’t try to have my mom killed, and better yet someone who isn’t a sadist fuck like you”.

A smile appeared on Wheaty’s face as she said this.

John groans in disgust. Making Kate roll her eyes at him.

“We all know you won’t love him like you do with me” he says, walking down the stairs. 

She scoffs “That's what you think, and yeah I did love you. Not anymore”

He tilts his head to the side, and says “Really?. You seemed to love me last night when we did. Ya know?!” a smirk on his face. 

She clenches her teeth in annoyance “You got me in a vulnerable state, you got lucky, and it didn’t mean shit to me”.

He smirks at her “Are you sure sweetie?. Because I was looking down at you and it looked like you were enjoying every second of it”. 

Kate knows the game he’s playing, and Wheaty isn’t having any of it.

“Well you need to get over it. Because she doesn’t love you anymore, she’s with me”

John takes a few steps closer to them “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?. Did you really think I wouldn’t know about you two? I saw your messages from last night, and the car crash you and Paige were in? Orchestrated by me. I saw the messages about you sending the Whitetails to Joseph and Jacob’s regions. That if they didn’t hear from you in 1 hour, to go to St. Francis or Joseph’s”. 

Kate is livid “You motherfucker!!. You could’ve fucking killed me and my sister!!!” Wheaty tries to hold her back. 

“I’m gonna be so fucking happy once I put a bullet in your fucking head” she yells again.

John looks at her in amusement, it pisses her off more. 

“I thought you were different from your sister, but of course, Wrath is indeed contagious. I knew deep down it was your sin, and of course Lust. Speaking of that. Did you get tested? Any morning sickness?”.

She looks at him confused “What the fuck are you talking about?!?!”.

He sighs and says “Well my dear. I’ll just cut to the chase. I cummed inside you, I never put on the condom. So you could be holding my child in the weeks to come” 

Her eyes widened, she yells again “You son of a bitch!!!!!. Now I’m gonna really fucking kill you!!!”. 

John clenches his jaw “No, you’re not darling you think covering your sins will make you forget that you’re marked?. No it won’t, covering them won’t cover your sins”.

“You’re the reason why I covered them. So I wouldn’t be reminded how the man I was in love with fucking tortured me, and refused to acknowledge it”. 

John knows damn well she’s talking about that demon possessing him, and forcing him to have her atone.

The sound and rumble of trucks grabs their attention, Kate, Wheaty look out the window, and see a bunch of Cultist trucks drive onto the property. 

They get distracted, and John slips out the back door. 

They turn around, and find John gone.

“Shit, that asshole got away” she yells. “Well time to kill some peggie fucks” she shrugs. 

They run upstairs to the front windows, and shoot at the peggies. 

Kate calls for backup from the Resistance, and they arrive within minutes after making the call. John takes off in his place, destroying and shooting at the Resistance’s reinforcements, Kate calls for Nick Rye. 

“Hey Nick, you think you can help me kill John Seed?”

“I’ll be there” he responds, enthusiasm in his voice. 

Another few minutes goes by, and she sees his yellow plane fly by. 

A Cultist grabs her from behind, she turns around and stabs him in the throat. She continues to kill every Cultist she sees, and Nick takes down John’s plane.

“Oh shit!!” she yells.

She runs out the house towards the crash site. Wheaty following behind her. 

Running across the airfield, she sees John’s bloodied up body, thinking he’s dead. 

She reaches for the key around his neck, ripping it off of him. 

Only for him to grab her wrist, and sit up like the fucking Undertaker. She was 100% he would be dead.

“Fuck!!” she yells out, getting jumpscared. “So this is how it ends?!” he wheezes out. 

”For you” she responds. He coughs out blood, some of it getting on her hand.

“We could’ve been happy together!. We were meant to be together!” he says, before coughing again. 

“If we were meant to be together. You would’ve never put pain on anyone. You would’ve changed for me, for us!!” she says with hate while trying to be strong.

“Look around you, look at everything that has happened. The world is on brink. Because of you. Everything we could’ve been. A happy family” he wheezes.

“Let him go, he may have treated you well. But he is no good” Paige’s words replying in her mind.

“I’m sorry John, but you and I are no more” she tells him. His grip tightens on her wrist. 

“You want this key because you think you're saving people, but they were already safe. We had a plan!.” Annoyance in her voice “No John, you’re weren’t saving anyone. I save people. My family. We help people, it's our job!. I’ve been doing this since I was 6 years old, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Also our “unborn child” they’ll be better off without you in the picture”

Anger in his eyes “After everything. After everything I did for you!. This is how you repay me?!. For our unborn child?!” raising his voice only to cough out blood again.

“You don’t understand. You don’t believe. You don’t care!!” he lets go of her wrist before saying “May God have mercy on your soul”. 

His last words to her before falling back on the ground, he stops breathing. She looks down at his lifeless body. A single tear falls from her left eye, she feels like a huge weight has been lifted from her shoulders, everything feels different. She’s still pregnant even though it's not 100% confirmed with his child. Even though it's still way too early to find out if it's true or not. She places her hand on her stomach, looking down at John. She keeps it to herself for now, clenching the key in her hand. Wheaty approaches her from behind, touching her shoulder 

“You okay?” he asks. She looks up towards the evening sun set “Yeah, I’ll be fine”.

********************************************************

Paige has not taken her eyes off of Jacob, “If you’re gonna do something. I wouldn’t if I were you” she tells him. He stops in front of them, backs up disappearing into the darkness.

“Where did he go?!” Kenny asks, looking around. 

“I don’t know, but I do not want to stick around” she says. They’re about to leave, and she collapses to the floor. “Only You” starts to play again.

She screams in agony, squeezing her head “Run!!! Go!!!! Get out of here!!!!!” she screams at Kenny. He runs towards the door but it won’t open, he pushes it but it still won’t budge. Paige is fighting the urge to not pass out, her vision goes red. She shakes it off. 

Is Jacob’s classical conditioning starting to not have any effect on her anymore?. She gets up, turns around to find Jacob. “Paige, where are you going??” Kenny calls out.

She walks down the hallway leading outside. This ends now, everything ends now, she made a promise to herself that she would kill Jacob. Nothing will stop her until she puts a bullet in his head. Kenny follows her, trying to stop her, calling out for her but she’s too focused on killing Jacob. She’s so focused that she doesn’t even see Eli walk past her.

“Paige?!?” Eli calls out.

“Eli?!?” Kenny says, “What are you doing here??” 

“I came to help, Kate said you two would be here” Eli says.

“Yeah, she’s looking for Jacob. Something snapped in her” Kenny says.

Paige makes it outside. Looking around for him.

“It's about time you came out” Jacob says.

“Yeah, well I didn’t want to keep you waiting” she says.

“Well ain’t that sweet of you Winchester” he says sarcastically.

Spotting him on top of a mountain with his obnoxiously bright red sniper.

“Why don’t you come closer, so I can see that pretty face of yours when I kill you” he says

“You’re such a flirt you know that?” she replies. He chuckles “I try”.

She looks back, sees Kenny and Eli exit the building. “You two stay back!!” she yells out. They stop dead in their tracks.

“I’m ending this right now!!” she says. “Kenny stay back with her, I don’t want her to be in the way” she adds. Kenny stays back, seeking shelter behind a tree away from everything. She moves forward, Eli taking the rear. They kill all the judges, and Jacob’s men.

After a gruesome, blood exchange of bullets. 

She’s able to corner a wounded Jacob on the mountain. 

She confronts him while he’s sitting on a rock, badly wounded and all bloody.

“My brother saw all this coming. I don’t know if he talks to God, that doesn’t matter. He was right. Humanity is once again in crisis" he says. 

"You had it coming Jacob" Paige says, aiming her gun at him. 

He continues “It doesn’t matter what we build or achieve. We will always find a way to break it down. Babylon, Rome. Empires rise, empires fall. America. We’re no different. We think we’re indestructible” he wheezes out, coughing. 

She speaks her final piece to him, just to put it out there because she knows his time is very limited at that very moment.  

"Just to put it out there, because I know your time is limited but you were indeed supposed to be my Godfather. My dad wrote you a letter back in September of 1994 when my mom was pregnant with me".

She pulls out the letter along with the photos, holding them out to him.

With his good hand, he reaches out to grab them. 

He reads the letter, and what felt like forever. 

His eyes start to get watery, as if he were having a change of heart but it's too late. 

He's already lost so much blood, they both know he's gonna die. 

Kenny, who is still holding Cristina, and Eli keep a distance from them.

He speaks his final words to her. 

Motioning her to come closer to him, she hesitates but takes a few steps closer to him. 

He grabs her arms, and says. 

“I completely underestimated you. You are too much like your father, you have too much pride in what you do. Just like Joel, he always had pride, he always pushed and pushed for it. No matter what”. He lets go of her, slightly pushing her back. 

“Oh boy Paige have you pushed us. And you had no fucking clue” he wheezes out before, taking his last breath. His body goes stiff, head looking down. Dying on the rock.

“Jacob?” she says. “Jacob?”. 

She quickly pokes his shoulder, he’s dead. She rips the key off from around his neck, walking away from his dead body.

She grabs Cristina from Kenny, and he puts his arm around her. 

They all go down the mountain, after a while they make it down.

Paige calls Kate while handing Cristina to Kenny. 

“Hey how did it go?” she asks.

Kate on the other line “It went pretty good. John’s dead, Nick Rye shot his plane down, and he died from his injuries”.

She nods her head “Cool, I just killed Jacob, and pretty much the same thing, he died from his injuries. Did you hear from mom?” 

Kate clears her throat “Yeah, she told me that her, Cody and Adrian went to Joseph’s compound. He wasn’t there”. 

Confused, Paige asks “What do you mean he wasn’t there?!!?”.

“Mom said he left a note for us. I’ll show it to you when you get here”

“Where are you??” she asks. 

“We’re by Angel’s Peak near Joseph’s statue in the Henbane River” she answers.

“Okay we’ll be there soon” she says, hanging up.

“Where are they?” Kenny asks. 

“Joseph’s statue in the Henbane River, also Joseph’s isn’t at his compound”

“Really? You think he fled?” Kenny asks. 

“Probably” she answers. She turns to Eli, saying 

“Thank you so much for your help Eli. We pretty much own you guys big time”

“I’m glad we can help. Now with the Seeds gone everything can be peaceful around here”

“Yeah” Paige says, looking off in the distance. “Well Faith is still alive, and she basically betrayed Joseph, we’re gonna go by the statute to see what the fuck is going on over there”. They go their separate ways, Kenny and Paige steal a truck, drive to Henbane River.

Driving up the road leading to the giant eyesore of a statue that's 1000x worse than John’s YES sign. 

They drive up the path, and see Mandy, Kate, Wheaty, Adrian, Cody, Nate, Mark, Martin and Faith at the base of the statue.

They get out, approaching them. “Is it done?” Mandy asks Paige. “It’s done” she replies.

She hands her the note Joseph left them. She reads it.

“To the Winchester family, I am deeply aware of what has happened to my family. My brothers are dead, my Faith has betrayed my word. I have forgiven for what Mandeline has done, I have forgiven for what Katella Evyanna has done, and I forgive Paige Hannah for what she has done. I have fled with my flock, and we will continue to prepare for the Collapse, to start our new world. You are indeed a very special family, and God has told me about you. 

I wanted you to be a part of Eden’s Gate.

The Mother for Mandeline

The Baptists Wife for Katella

The Soldierette for Paige.

What your family has done for several generations. We wanted you all to be a part of our family.

- The Father Joseph Seed

She hands the note to her mother. 

Her and Kate walk towards Kate’s car. 

They have a sorta heart to heart conversation. 

“So, how did it go?” Paige asks

Kate sighs, “It was tough but John’s dead. I feel relieved, like I don’t have this worry in me anymore”. 

Paige nods her head “That’s great to hear”. Kate nods her head, and turns to her 

“How did it go with you?”. Paige sighs “The same way. Jacob’s dead, and that’s all that matters”. They sit on the hood of the Monte Carlo staring off into the sunset, while the others are talking behind them. 

Paige looks back, watching Faith talk with the others. She can see she has more life in her. Like she’s not afraid anymore, but Paige doesn’t know if she can trust her yet. 

A gust of wind blows gently at them, making them feel at peace.

"I’m gonna have a hard time trusting her too" Kate says, looking over at Paige

“Yeah I know” she says. “She has changed a little bit” Kate adds. 

Their sisterly moment is ruined when Paige asks “So about my car, Baby?!?!”. 

Kate rolls her eyes “That was John’s doing, don’t worry it's not that bad. Even though she went tumbling through a field of cows and bulls, it's not that bad. It's fixable”. 

She scoffs “She better be, or I’m gonna bring John back to life, just to kill him myself”

Kate laughs. They get off the car, walk around to open the trunk.

"You know even with John, and Jacob dead. There are still some peggies out there" Kate says. "Yup" Paige says, while opening the trunk.

"Joseph is still out there somewhere with his flock of Cultists" Kate says, putting her stuff in the trunk. 

"Yep, he sure is and we have Faith, so I’m sure that hurts him" she replies. 

“From what he said in the note. Do you think we would last in the Cult?” Kate asks.

“Nope, because we would’ve killed them all” she answers.

They look down staring into the trunk. 

"And you know what that means right? Kate asks. "Yep. We got work to do" Paige says, she closes the trunk door.

THE END

[rogue-barnes-16]

1950

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is not the easiest person to read, which causes Y/n to second guess if what they have is a taunting back and forth, or just unrequited love.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff

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Warnings: pinning, language, a pinch of angst.

A/N: you could call it a song fic, but I don't think it's accurate so let's just say it's super inspired in some of the lyrics of King Princess' song, 1950. Hope y'all enjoy this wlw content! ALSO I'm gonna do another version for a Peggy Carter x Reader fic <3

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

I hate it when dudes try to chase me, but I love it when you try to save me,'Cause I'm just a lady.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck--" I miraculously dodged another bullet, running breathless through the large corridors of the skyscraper. "can't find the way out!" I yelled through the comms.

"On my way" Natasha's voice was calm and calculating.

"You don't know where I am!"

In that exact moment, a gloved hand tug my forearm, guiding me into a dark hall and closing a gate behind us.

"My knight in shining armor." I could steal a peek at Natasha's subtle grin while she blocked the door she had just closed. "How...?"

I wasn't even able to formule the proper question before Natasha replied. "we're not done yet, m'lady." she took my hand once more, prompting me to run out of there with her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

So tell me why my gods look like you, and tell me why it's wrong.

I was lost on her, I couldn't help it, sometimes it would just happen when she was looking particularly stunning, when she shun so much in a crowded room.

"Earth to Y/n?"

I jolted slightly and turned around to Clint. "Yeah sorry... What were you telling me about?"

"Screw that." he retorted, quite annoyed, yet curious. "What's up with you and Nat?"

"what?"

He snorted. "don't play the dumb card with me, Y/n." a subtle motion from Clint to the redhead, was enough for me to instinctively take a peek at her form, standing across the room, chit-chating with Sam and Bucky in a beautiful red dress. "you keep gazing at her like she's a goddess."

"what-- no! I mean-" I shrugged, taking a generous sip from my martini. "I don't do that, and even if I did, what's wrong with that?"

"first of all, you are." I rolled my eyes at him, avoiding his knowing look. "and I don't think it's healthy to worship the woman you fancy."

"the fuck?" I got up from the stool, and, after grabbing my purse and my glass, I walked away.

So I'll wait for you, I'll pray; I will keep on waiting for your love.

I stole on last glance at Natasha, who seemed to be actually enjoying Tony's party, before exiting the crowded area in order to breath some fresh air provided by the balcony.

Clint was right, I shouldn't be longing like this for a fucking co-worker, a friend, a woman like Natasha. It wouldn't end well.

But what else could I do, apart from longing for her love?

Sometimes it would appear to me as if Natasha reciprocated my feelings, but other times she was indifferent, maybe even a little too much, and that made me think that probably, the thought of her reciprocating my feelings was just a poor excuse to avoid the heartache that would cause the truth.

"fuck it." I laid my glass over the metal rail, my eyes on the beautiful Manhattan skyline while I lighted up a cigarette that I hoped, would calm my thoughts.

Did you mean it when you said I was pretty?

"Thought you quit." I looked over my shoulder to find the redhead with a hand resting against the crystal gates' frame.

"I'm trying to quit" I corrected her, giving it a puff before turning to my side when she moved to stand besides me. "but sometimes I just can't help it."

"this is not trying." she stated, grabbing the cigarette and taking it away from my lips. "try harder" she put it off against the rail. "Or I'll have to punch your pretty face and I really don't want to."

"pretty?" I couldn't hold back that confused inquiry that had actually been meant to stay in my mind.

"That's what I said." I averted my eyes from hers, fearing that the deadly spy turned into an Avenger could see through them what I so desperately wanted to ask.

Do you really mean it?

"C'mon Y/n." She tilted her head in a vain attempt to make eye contact with me again. "You're very pretty, it's a fact." there was a moment of silence before she added something else. "I mean it."

I love it when we play 1950. It's so cold that your stare's 'bout to kill me, I'm surprised when you kiss me.

"You seemed to be having a real good time." I randomly commented after a few seconds of peaceful silence.

"Were you observing me, Y/l/n?" she teased, drinking a sip of her beer. She wasn't looking at me, but I did look at her, just to find a cocky grin tugging the corners of her plump lips. "You didn't seem to be having the greatest time."

"Were you observing me, Romanoff?" I taunted, fixing my eyes on her form with the same smug smirk that had been on her face a second ago, except that mine had a tinge of melancholy.

I allowed myself to stare into her green eyes for an instant before looking down, afraid she could see through me. "You don't have to babysit me, Nat, I'm alright."

She didn't say a single word, so I looked back up, confused at the sudden silence. "I'm not babysitting you." She stated, almost coldly. "I came out here to chat with you."

"Why? You were really interested in whatever Sam and Bucky were telling you." Was it jealousy what came out in that question? Or maybe my insecurities somehow showing up? Neither were good.

I rested my forearms over the rail, shamelessly ignoring the cold glare that those green eyes were digging into my skin.

"Fuck... Sorry. I'm alright Natasha, go back inside." I muttered, fidgeting nervously with my rings. "I'll get back in in a moment, I need some fresh air."

No reply.

"Natasha, really, I'm fine." I insisted, bit again, I got no response in exchange. "Listen" I spun around to face her, overwhelmed by the anxiety building up inside me. "I just need a min-"

Natasha's lips, to my surprise, were against mine in a split second, causing my legs to turn into jelly and my stomach to be filled with butterflies.

I barely felt her fingertips ghosting over my cheeks before she pulled away, leaving me there.

I had unconsciously moved forward in an attempt to capture her lips once more, but she was soon gone, walking back into the party.

I like it when we play 1950. So bold, make them know that you're with me.

It took me a moment to process what had just happened, and when I finally did, when my heart started to slow down again and my legs stopped shaking, I realized she had left due to the same reason I had refused to speak up about my feelings, because she was scared of being rejected.

I stepped back in the room, rapidly looking for the redhead in the red dress.

I spotted her back where she had been when I left the party, standing near a corner, chit-chating with Sam and Bucky once again.

My legs carried me as fast as they could without running, until I was right behind Natasha.

"Hey, kiddo" Bucky greeted me before I could tap Natasha's shoulder. "feelin' better? We saw you leaving a couple of minutes ago."

I completely ignored his question. I could answer him after doing what I was about to do.

I would have to thank him later, because thanks to his words, Natasha turned around to face me, and that gave me the chance to kiss her without being too awkward.

This time it was my fingertips ghosting over her cheeks while one of her hands carefully rested on my waist.

"Woah okay" Sam said, tugging Bucky’s arm. "we're out of here ladies."

I pulled away and saw Natasha doing the same exact movement that my body had done just a few seconds ago when she left me standing outside.

And since this time I saw it, I was able to kiss her back.

[shivercloud]

A little trouble never hurt anybody (Loki x reader one shot soulmate AU) part.1

Warnings: a little bit of fluff. And lots of cussing.

Summary: Loki and reader soulmate AU. you were recruited as an Avenger and an agent of Shield you were vicious and NO ONE messed with you. you were vicious yet caring and could be kind you were a tom-boy. Unfortunately, your soulmate happened to be the Trickster Loki Laufeyson/odinson whom you hated since he had killed your whole family in the whole New York incident, his very existence irked you, you wished him dead. But things change once your soulmark appears on your arm. After he escaped the Asgardian dungeon and took over Asgard. So Thor brought him back to Midgard and He was being punished by having to be an Agent of Shield against his will and being under 24/7 surveillance which you hated, you didn't see him ever since you avoided him and shot him a glare every time you DID see him.

Powers and abilities: you are half Asgardian so long life span, stronger then Midgardians, heal faster than Midgardians. You are a master assassin even better then Natasha was also kept in the red room but never had graduation since your younger and your parents found you and took you out before Natasha was graduated. You have the ability to control fire.

Onto the story.....

It was a normal day at the Avengers compound and it was 4 years since New York and almost everybody had a soulmate but you didn't you were thinking to yourself as the sun shone into your bedroom "am I EVER gonna get a soulmate? Will I forever be alone? Why can't I have a soulmate!? I don't want to be ALONE FOREVER!"

You get out of your bed in a pout and change into a pair of ripped jeans and a t-shirt and put your hair up in a ponytail and did your usual morning stuff and then went to the living room.

You saw everyone with their soulmates which made you envious and Tony asks "still no soulmark?" You pull up your sleeve and say grumpily "nope, I'm gonna die alone if only I wasn't half Asgardian, I hate my life and I hate well hated my Dad" Tony says "[Name] we all know you don't or didn't hate your Dad" you reply "I know, but I wish I was just 100% Midgardian, I HATE my life!"

Thor walks in and says "[Name] Being Asgardian isn't all that bad, your more advanced then Midgardians then" you reply "I DONT care! If I wasn't half Asgardian I'd be dead and wouldn't have to worry about never having a soul mate!" Thor says "if it makes you feel better, my Brother doesn't have one either" you reply "dont remind me of that nuisance and egotistical idiot! He doesn't even deserve one!"

Just then the idiot walks in and you scoff "look who's here now, the last person in the nine realms I want to see" Thor says "[Name] my brother doesn't do that anymore" you reply "I HATE his very existence, and I will NEVER forgive him he's the very reason I have absolutely no family" Thor says "[Name] I have no family either the only family I have is Loki" you reply "if you want some pity you've come to the wrong person, why don't you go get pity from your Soulmate! Being your Valkyrie girl" (Brunhilde is Thor's soulmate in this story). You stomp off to your room and shut the door and lock it.

Natasha walked into the living room and says "what was that all about?" Thor answers "Lady [Name], is upset," Natasha asks "about what now?" Tony responds "she still doesn't have a soulmark and she still hates Reindeer games" Thor adds "and I said something I shouldn't have," Natasha asks "did you bring up her family again?" Thor replies "yeah, sort of, I didn't mean to," Natasha says "you, know she's sensitive about that, we all do" Thor replies "I know, I didn't mean to upset Lady [F/N]" Natasha says "I know you didn't, I'll go talk to her."

Your POV

I went to my room angry And thought "I know I need to grow up and stop getting upset everytime someone mentions my dead family, but it's painful, remembering that and I also shouldn't get upset about not having a soulmate i'm not the only one, like sam and neither does Bucky that's it may be one of them are my soulmate, maybe Bucky is he is cute, but I don't even have a soulmark yet."

There's a knock at my door so I answer "who is it?" I hear Natasha say "it's me Nat" I respond "come in" and I unlock the door and Nat comes in and asks "you, ok [Name]?" You reply "good enough, you're lucky you have a soulmark and soulmate," Natasha says "yeah I was shocked when I found out about my soulmark" you reply "I knew that you and Banner were meant for each other."

You sigh "but, I have no one," Nat says "cheer up, I know you'll get one" you reply "I doubt it, everybody has one except me, you have Banner, Steve HAD Peggy Carter, Tony has Pepper, Thor has his valkyrie girl, Wanda has Vision, Clint has Laura, Rhodes has someone no one knows and I have no one its not fair! I don't want to die alone!"

Nat says "[Name] don't lose hope it took me about 10 years at least to find mine, and you age slower so I know you'll get someone, now come on everyone is here at the compound today, even Clint so we can do something with the team. Nat says " come on I thought we were best friends?" You reply "we are but, I'm still jealous that you have a soulmate, even if we have been through the same thing" Nat replies "yeah, I'm glad you didn't graduate."

You reply "I really wish I could've taken you with me when my parents got me out of that shit hole" Nat replies "it's fine, let's just go join the team I'll make sure you sit AWAY from Loki" you reply "fine, just I know those memories haunt you more than they haunt me, have you spoken to Bruce about it?" Nat replies "yeah, talking about it helps even if it was horrifying, but PLEASE let's go?" You reply "fine," Nat says "good, also if you ever get a soulmark, tell me," you ask "why?"

Nat responds "cause then I can help you try to figure out who it is if you won't know it by then" you respond "umm, ok," Nat says "now, come on Bruce and I will make sure you don't sit by Loki".

You respond "good, you're a good best friend" you and Nat get on your way and you say "I wish Shield wouldn't have done what they did with him" Natasha responds "we all do, except Maybe Thor."

You and Natasha go to the living room and see everybody gathered except Loki but that didn't matter anyway he and a tracking device on him and Tony says "we should do something, as a team something fun none of us are working" you ask Tony "then what do, YOU suggest?" Tony replies "hey, you finally came, I don't know 7 minutes in heaven?" You respond "HECK NO, besides everyone has a soulmate already" Tony replies "you dont, and neither do Barnes, or Wilson" you reply "Tony that game stinks and no."

Tony suggests "what about spin the bottle?" You reply "no, like I said you all have soulmates and I don't" you sigh "whatever, I'll be in the library reading until somebody, comes up with an idea of some sort, so goodbye" you leave and Tony says "she's still upset about having no soulmate isn't she?" Nat responds "I think so," Tony says "what if we tried getting Reindeer games and [Name] together?" Nat replies "no 1st of All. She hates his guts 2nd of all. he doesn't deserve my best friend 3rd of all. She doesn't even have a soulmark yet!" Tony replies "that's true, what about Barnes and her?" Nat points out "she and him no and like I already said, she doesn't even have a soulmark" Tony says "that's why we could experiment, because usually, you have to have some chemistry with your soulmate before the soulmark appears" Nat says "no, I think we should Let her do that herself."

Just then Nat's phone rings and she sees its fury calling and says "I have to take this it's Fury, probably a mission" Nat leaves the room and answers the phone and Fury says "Agent Romanoff?" Nat responds "yes, Director?" Fury replies "I have a mission for you, Agent [L/N], and Laufeyson well Agent Laufeyson" Nat responds "but [Name] hates Loki and I dont blame her" fury responds through the phone "that's why your there otherwise it'd just be them, im well aware of her hatred for him and I don't like him either, but, this mission requires him and her and you to make sure [Name] doesn't try to kill him or he try to kill her."

Nat says into the phone "i'll go get them and you can let us know our mission" Fury responds through the phone "ok" Natasha says "I'll put you on hold Fury."

Your POV

I just went to the library and grabbed a book and sat down just then I heard someone walk by and clear their throat and I look up from my seat and see Loki so I give him a sarcastic grin and then look back down to my book and cross my legs on top each other in a comfortable position and I hear Loki say "excuse me?" I ignore him and he says again in a more annoyed tone "excuse me!?" I growl and look up to him and ask "what!?" I look back down and he says "excuse me, mortal?!"

I snap my head up to him and snap "what?! And I am NOT Mortal sadly, I wish I was but I'm not, now WHAT do you want, your highness?" The last part was dripping with sarcasm Loki says "your sitting in my seat" I reply "well, boohoo, get lost because I don't give a fuck! You royal arrogant asshole!"

Loki responds "fine, then I'll sit there" he points to the seat next to me which I quickly put my legs onto and say "NOPE! That's reserved Loki says " oh, really? For who?" I respond "for my legs are you blind?" Loki throws my legs off but I kick him in the face and say innocently but with sarcasm "oops, didn't know that was your face, sorry."

I get up but Loki stops me by trapping me against the bookshelf and asks "why do you hate me so much?" I reply "easy, your arrogant, egotistical, selfish and a jackass!" I try to escape but Loki doesn't let me and Loki says "really, I know it's not just that" I reply "alright, you wanna know the rest then fine, you killed my family mercilessly easy because of your a jackass and a monster."

I snap "now LET ME GO! Or you'll regret it!" Loki replies "please i'm a god, you couldn't harm me in the slightest way" I challenge "oh, really, you think you're better than everyone?" I ignite my hands on fire and squeeze his wrists burning him and I question him "hurts, doesn't it?" Loki tries giving me a straight face but winces in pain and I smirk in satisfactory "I thought so."

He moves so I can escape and winces in pain and rubs his arm so he's no longer trapping me and I flip him off and say "Fuck you little bastard!" I throw my hair that came out of the ponytail over my shoulder and I leave to get a new book since I finished the one I was reading.

Loki's thoughts after that: "I like this Mortal, she's vicious and beautiful also fun to mess with she's feisty, just for a woman she dresses weirdly, no make-up at least I think. boyish- but still girlish yet clothing, no jewellery and a very strange attitude."

I grabbed a new book and went back to the soft bean bags and saw he was sitting on the one I was on before so I give him a glare and he just smirks while reading his book and he has his legs on the other one so I give him an unimpressed expression and he smirks while reading I pull the second beanbag out from under his legs and I 'accidentally' kick him in the crotch.

And he groans in pain and glares at me in pain still and I smirk and say innocently "oops" and I take the beanbag and sit away from him and just when I open my book and start reading i'm interrupted by Natasha which slightly ticks me off.

3rd POV

Natasha says to you "[Name], we have a mission" you groan and place your bookmark in the book and put it on the ground beside you and ask "what is it?" Nat responds "we need Loki as well unfortunately and luckily you two were in the same place at the same time" you say to Nat "I don't think that asshole can hear you."

Nat sighs and you shout "hey bozo!" Loki looks up from his book and glares at you and you shout "yeah, you idiot murderer, with hideous clothing" Loki glares and stays in his spot so you roll your eyes and say "get your ass over here!" Loki growls angrily and comes over and asks "what is so important that you MUST bother me while I read?! Weak Mortal!" You shout for the hundredth time "is not mortal you little shit I'm only half I wish I were completely mortal but I'm not so, shut the fuck up! There's something important to discuss."

Loki scoffs "fine, what?" Natasha puts her phone off hold and says "I suggest that we go to the table" so the three of you go to the table in the library and Natasha puts her phone on speakerphone and says "hello, Fury I've got them here now" Fury says through the phone "ok, well this is an important mission, the mission is there is a terrorist boat full of dangerous weapons and illegal weapons, a small shipment but still and I need the three of you to stop it from making it to the destination and I need you three to destroy them, but however there are hostages aboard the ship which you need to save and stop the shipment do whatever it takes to save the innocents and stop the shipments."

You ask "and why do we need the idiot to help out? Not like he'll be any use to us, why not just Nat and I?" Fury responds through the phone "it's too dangerous for just you two" you ask "then why not replace the idiot with someone I dont know..... Useful?" Fury replies "quit your complaining, you sound like a child and it'll either be just you and Laufeyson or the three of you your choice."

You groan and say "well Fury, I'm sorry as much as I like killing bad guys and saving good peoples lives I am gonna have to respectfully decline and putting bad guys where they belong" you shoot Loki a death glare and Fury says "well, too bad you dont have a choice, any other complaints?" Loki says "yes, I can't do this with HER, so I refuse," Fury says "too damn bad Laufeyson, we technically own you and if we didn't you'd be dead, a Quinjet sill be there soon to pick the three of you up an take you to shield HQ to get your equipment and Romanoff you need to check and take save any Shield intel, I expect all of you to put your hatred aside and work as a team, Romanoff is mainly there so [L/N] doesn't murder Laufeyson or the other way around, get ready the Quinjet should be there in a an hour, which'll leave you three with approximately 2 hours once you reach the destination to stop these weapons from reaching their destination."

With that Fury hangs up and all evidence of that conversation is erased automatically you say to Natasha "Nat?" She asks "what?" You reply "let's spar, I NEED to train a bit and blow off some steam" Natasha replies "I'm sorry [F/N] I can't I wanted to spend time with Bruce and the team" you reply "ugh, ok, then I'll train by myself."

Nat says "sorry, you might hate me for even suggesting this, but spar with him," you say in disbelief "heck no!" Loki says "and I refuse to train well spar with YOU, of all people."

You leave the library along with Nat and you go to your room and quickly go to the training room alone and you sigh unhappily once you get to the training room and you go over to the punching beg.

Using the right gear, you punch it hard and fast repeatedly in a frustrated way and while you're beating up the punching bag you think "ok, actually now I wouldn't mind sparring with Loki, it might be fun to beat the shit out of him, but I'm pretty sure he meant it when he refused" you hear someone walk in and say "I didn't think that the poor thing hurt you" you look and see Loki and you can't help but laugh quietly.

Loki comments "is that laughter I hear?'" You respond in a vicious tone "shut up, why are you here anyway?" Loki replies "because I changed my mind, I'll spar with you" you reply "well, it's too late now" Loki responds "are you sure now?" You reply "ok, fine, but dont get mad if I kick your ass" you leave the punching bag and go over to Loki

Loki says "you won't be able to kick my ass" you reply "sure, sure DONT underestimate me," Loki says "I won't but dont underestimate me either" you reply "weapons or magic?" Loki says "you know magic?" You reply "a bit yes and I can control fire, long-story-short my Dad whom you murdered mercilessly was Asgardian and taught me some Asgardian Magic," Loki asks "do you know how to do illusions?" You reply "not really, I mainly know Asgardian fighting and earth fighting and I can use fire magic."

You make a little flame dance on your hand and then make a little fire Cat appear on your hand and Loki says "that's actually fascinating" you reply "umm thanks? I guess" Loki replies "I'm sorry" you respond "for what?" Loki replies "for everything" you respond "are you ok?" Loki shrugs and answers "perhaps not" you reply "ok, well lets spar I want to get some training done before we have to leave for the mission and you better not screw it up."

Loki replies "more, like you better not" you growl basically and say in a competitive tone "lets spar," Loki says "ok, but weapons or magic?" You reply "just weapons, you're probably crappy with a weapon" Loki replies "oh, really? I don't do just magic, I do daggers as well and not to brag but I'm quite skilled with them" you reply sarcastically "sure."

Loki says "you'll see" you reply "what kind of weapons?" Loki asks "what weapons do you normally use?" You reply "my skills and shield weapons, but when I trained with my Dad I used small blades or well small knives, similar to daggers but different, but if I'm gonna use it I need to go get it" Loki replies "ok, well hurry, I'll just be waiting here."

You leave and quickly go to your room and you go to the drawer that you had it in and unfold it from the cloth you wrapped it in and took it out of the sheath and stroked your finger on it and say to yourself "Dad, mom brother, I'm sorry I would take this opportunity to kill him but I can't, everybody would notice, one day I WILL avenge all of you, I WILL kill him just not now, I'll at least get some of his blood shed onto here."

You put it back into its sheath and go to the training room and you see Loki waiting for you to return patiently and he gets up when you reach and you ask "don't you need your dagger" he uses his magic and makes one appear and says "I already have one."

You attack Loki without warning and just barely miss his arm and he laughs and mocks "you missed" you cuss "crap" and ask "you've got good reflexes huh?" you add "well, I've got better Reflexes" Loki lunges an attack on you but you avoid it and twist his hand around so his own weapon is pointing at his own throat and Loki says "maybe, I did underestimate you, I'm not gonna go easy on you now" you reply "ok, that's fine."

You and Loki spar for almost an hour both with scratches when you cut his cheek and make him bleed and he says "impressive, it's not easy to draw blood, but then again your half Asgardian" he wipes it off but it keeps on bleeding and he cuts your arm slightly leaving a tiny cut.

Natasha walks in and says "you two, quintet just got here let's go, so quickly change and then come on I'll be waiting by the door that leads outside" you nod and you say to Loki "you might wanna clean up that wound" Loki replies "I know" you and Loki leave and you say "as much as I hate saying this, your.... Decent at sparring" Loki replies "as much as I hate to say it as well, so are you."

You reply "ugh, I hate myself for this so much but, maybe we should spar again sometime, ugh your... A good sparring partner" Loki replies stiffly "I agree and so are you."

You and Loki go two different directions and you think "Dad, Mom, Big Brother I am SO sorry I know I shouldn't be making friends with the enemy, I am SO deeply, sincerely sorry, I've failed but I swear on my life I WILL avenge you, all of you, at least I'll try."

You quickly change out of your gym clothes and put deodorant and perfume on you gather some of your equipment since most of it was at shield HQ and you go and find Natasha waiting and she asks "where is he?" You reply "I have no idea, I dont keep fucking tabs on him!" Nat says "woah, sorry [Name] calm down."

Loki comes and sighs and says "let's get this over with" you see he's wearing his armour and say "you are SUCH An idiot!" Loki looks confused at you and asks "what did I do?" You reply "you can't go on a SHIELD mission in THAT!" Loki challenges "oh and why not?!" You facepalm and ask "have you been on ANY Shield missions at ALL?!" Loki responds "no" you reply "of, course you haven't, well what you're wearing it attracts WAY too much attention, working fo Shield you need something that doesn't attract attention but I'm sure shield has something for you to wear."

Natasha says "[Name] is right you can't wear that on a shield mission, it attracts too much attention but I'm sure Fury has something," you say to Nat "he's probably going to have to wear something like what Clint wears" Natasha replies "probably," Loki says "I'm still here and I REFUSE to wear something like that" you reply "your gonna have to."

You, Nat and unfortunately Loki board the Quinjet and fly off to Shield HQ on your way you say to Natasha "It feels like I haven't been on a mission in forever" Natasha replies "yeah, it has been a while" you reply "missions are my life, I've missed them, I'm never gonna give up my life working for Shield, its the best" Nat replies "yeah, Shield is nice they give everyone a second chance."

Loki just sits silently and looks at the ground and asks "how do you two get along so well?" You reply "we're best friends and we went through the same thing."

---------time skip----------

The three of you reach HQ and the door opens and the three of you get off and go in and go to the equipment room and Fury walks in and says "Agent [L/N], it's been a while, one of our top agents its good to see you and Romanoff good see you as well, I see Laufeyson actually came, figured he'd escape somehow" you reply "I'm shocked as well and it's good to see you, director" Fury says "Laufeyson, we, have some equipment for you, seeing as you dont have anything other than your Asgardian armour which will attract too much attention, its still your style but it's dark colours that won't attract attention, follow me Agent Laufeyson."

Loki follows after Fury, while you and Nat get your equipment and once you two have equipment on Loki returns and you can't help but look him up and town and take in how good he looks once you notice he notices you look at your shoes and Nat says "let's go."

-------------time skip-------------

You reach your destination and Natasha says "[L/N], Laufeyson both of you to save the hostages and then destroy the illegal weapons if possible you nod and Loki asks Natasha " why do you get to make the orders here?" Natasha replies "I have way more experience that's why now while I go save any Shield intel and you two NEED to work together, [L/N] you get to give Laufeyson orders" you nod and Loki grits his teeth together angrily and Natasha goes on.

Loki growls quietly "why must I listen to YOU?!" You reply "easy you've never been out in the field and I have, therefore I have more experience, now shut up and stop complaining you sound like a little boy" Loki spits "EXCUSE ME?!" You say nothing but saying "we're supposed to work as a team so just Fucking listen to me PLEASE" Loki scoffs "Fine."

.....later.....

You and Loki find the hostages but see that they're heavily guarded and you whisper to Loki "we need to do whatever it takes to get in their Laufeyson, which means you can kill the bad guys but not, the victims."

He nods and says "I'll go the other direction" you give him a thumbs up and he goes and you go and you both bust the doors down and you attacked by a bunch of guys but burn some of them and kill them by throwing them at the wall with force and snapping there necks another one attacks you and your hand is on flame and you put it on there throat and burn a hole hearing gurgling sound and they fall lifeless to the floor.

Loki says "and you call me merciless" you hiss "shut up" and you speak into your ear com "we've got the hostages, we need someone to come and get them" you hear Agent Hill on the other end "someone will be there right away" you reply "ok."

you and Loki untie the hostages and get rid of their gags and they look scared so you reassure them "someone will be here to get all of you home soon" they all nod and soon a Quinjet large enough for them arrives with one of the shield agents that you recognize but don't remember the name of and after all the innocents get on board they fly away.

Natasha finds you and Loki and asks "the victims are safe?" You nod and she says "well now, we need to destroy those weapons."

You nod and all go to where the weapons are located and find a jackpot you say "if we want to do this the easy way I could just burn this ship down, my fire is so strong that they'll melt" Nat says "check if that's allowed" you nod and say into your com "can I just burn this place down?" You hear Fury "yes, but do it once a ride comes I'll send one immediately."

A few minutes later a Quinjet arrives and you set the weapons on fire you're all on your way out when someone puts something on your mouth and nose and you pass out seeing Natasha ln the Quinjet and no sign of Loki.

After that, it was all black.

[pompousbiscuit]

{Eyyooo... So, I am FOOL, haha. @hexbestfriend sent a cool-beans ask about favorite 80's movies, and damn, do I have quite the LIST... but I messed up and posted by accident, and only then did I realize I sent it private?? and blah blah, I messed up, yadda yadda, anyway! Here is your list Sierra, enjoy or something :)}

OKAY, LET ME GET MY FUCKING LIST OUT-

{My mom was a teenager in the 80s, so my youth was smothered in John Hughes... I also really appreciate the 'coming of age' genre as a whole and the 80's is packed with those, so this is a big one...}

IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER:

Beverly Hills Cop [Eddie Murphey at his finest, and the opening scene with The Pointer Sisters track? Gold]

Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure [Keanu Reeves's career in the 80's had some incredibly low points, like we're not gonna talk about 'The Night Before'... BUT, this one, he really does it to em...]

Caddyshack [Could not be made today… But c'mon... Classic]

Can't Buy Me Love [ANOTHER could not be made today, but I loved this movie when I was really little, stupid teen movies haha]

Creepshow [SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME AS A KID, why did my mom make me watch this, I like it now though haha]

The Decline of Western Civilization [Excellent documentary about the punk scene in Los Angeles, I really enjoy it...]

Do The Right Thing [Spike Lee is a favorite of mine, an absolute classic that everyone should see]

Fast Times At Ridgemont High [HOLY SHIT COULD THIS NOT BE MADE TODAY, but damn, I am a sucker for Mike Damone, scummy rat man]

Fatal Attraction [we LOVE IT]

The Fly [Jeff Goldblum became my man crush for a reason, and it started when I saw this movie when I was like 9 lol]

Heathers [I also agree that Heathers is *mwah* impeccable, black comedy at it's finest, thank you for your excellent Jack Nicholson impression Christian Slater]

Just One of The Guys [honestly, not the best, but this plot for 1985? pretty good]

Less Than Zero [Okay okay... Andrew McCarthy AND Robert Downey?? I'm dead]

Mystic Pizza [Just a nice movie, a nice and swell movie]

Ordinary People [a classic drama, we love bitchy Mary Tyler Moore]

Parenthood [STEVE MARTIN, THAT IS ALL]

Peggy Sue Got Married [Francis Ford Coppola, director of 'The Godfather'... I hate Nicholas Cage, but the concept of this movie I love]

Pet Sematary [Another 'Mom Why!' but I appreciate it a lot more now haha, classic horror just hits the spot... also another Stephen King]

Pink Floyd- The Wall [it makes the album 20 times better]

Platoon [My FAVORITE war movie... Willem Dafoe and Charlie Sheen, excellent... Thank you Oliver Stone!!]

The Shining [classic, Jack Nicholson and Shelley Duvall do it to em, and ofc Stephen King]

Sixteen Candles [COULD NEVER BE MADE TODAY, but a classic cast and premise]

Stand By Me [watched it alot as a kid, it just has a place in my heart area... and yeah, Stephen King]

Star 80 [based on the real fucked up killing of Dorothy Stratten, an extremely beautiful and talented play boy model]

Steel Magnolias [I'm gonna cry, comfort me Dolly Parton]

Weekend At Bernies [Andrew McCarthy again, oh yeah, classic crazy whacky comedy…]

Weird Science [SAME AS ABOVE, but classic scenes AND young Robert Downey...]

The Witches of Eastwick [Cher, Michelle Pfeiffer, AND SUSAN SARANDON??? ARE YOU KIDDING MEEE???]

{I did it... If anyone also has any movie recs let me know!! I am always looking to *expand my horizons* when it comes to various media...

Hope you're well, and if you actually read this... why? Thanks though B)}

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

You know...originally I wanted to say something silly and informative. Such as saying the Jerry and old lady characters on the original comic are expanded upon a little. But I felt inspired and since I'm listening an epic soundtrack piece from Spirit Of Vengeance...and just thinking about this...I wanted to write this.

Because Stanley clearly doesn't have the high moral ground heh...but also this.

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Owen: Let me be honest with you Stanley...I legitimately wanted to help you. I felt sorry and sad for you. I wanted to help you fight back against the mask, try to make your life better, help you mental help, and be your friend...but you saying we're the same...no...you're wrong. We are not brothers.

*Continues to talk. Cue the epic music.*

Owen: I was born wrong. My life has been at times Hell when I first got this mask. My dad was killed when I was still young because he was trying to do something good, my mom worked hard to raise me, I have been called retarded and worthless by Dorian Tyrell. And you're telling me I don't deserve my mask!? I have killed child rapists and sex traffickers! I have made drug lords feel like their existence is nothing! I have scarred kingpins for life! What did you do when you got your mask!? You killed two guys who purposely messed up your car! A teacher who was rough on you as a kid! Someone who owed you 60 bucks! And men and women who were trying to stop your rampage and you mowed them down because you don't care!

*The final part.*

Owen: I didn't do that good stuff alone! I've managed to make a good relationship with Loki! We are both chaotic, yet different! You call me a disgrace and think I don't deserve this mask!? I've have maintained what you can't do! Because without that mask, you're just a coward! A repressed madman who can't do jack shit! People like my parents, Lionel Ray, Mitch Kellaway, Peggy Brandt, Tina Carlyle, and even Kathy are more braver than you! Because that mask has made you it's bitch!

*A better final part.*

Owen: You're just like Walter! You're just like Dorian! You people are what I hate in this world with a burning passion! And you're all the reason why Hell even exist! And now I'm gonna rip off that mask because you don't deserve it and I'm sending you to Hell! Because you're not a man! So fuck you! And fuck your mask!

Damn.....it got too long! But it's better than my previous one or...somewhat of a prequel to it...but yeah. That was an awkward talk with Peggy. XD

Here's that epic music mate. And this is Owen saying towards a more comic accurate Stanley.

Because this moment from the original Mask comics is strangely one of my favorites. But it’s a different take in The Mask Rebirth thing with Owen and Loki. Inspired by one of my favorite moments from The Mask issue 4. I just wanted to write this. Instead of adding it in a reblog.

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Big Head: You know guys, I’ve been killing a lot of horrible people tonight. People who actually deserved to die. But you know what, because I seriously feel like maybe something else can be done. Maybe for a more peaceful ending. How about you all just give up, straight admit all the horrible things you’ve done, and just spend life in prison. You would really rethink your lives, maybe get parole for good behavior, and not cheat the system. It all depends on the charges. Like maybe it doesn’t have to end in blood shed, you know. Because I think you’re all realizing what you’ve all done right?

*A giant group of gangsters straights up shoot him with everything they got. With machine guns, pistols, shotguns, grenade launchers, and even an RPG. Literally they are doing this to him. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZ-EOg38t1o But to their shock…he’s still standing there…and actually looking very disappointed.*

Big Head: I’m gonna be honest with all of you…I was actually being serious with what I said. But considering of how you all reacted to me, when I was giving you a peaceful ending. Maybe a little form of redemption you know? 

*He starts pulling something out of his jacket. And everyone is still so shocked by what they had just witnessed.*

Big Head: But no…you decided to throw away your stupid, miserable lives because you all thought doing that would kill me…I find that funny. You know, I actually like guns. But I feel like good ol’ fashioned combat is just needed at times. Because there’s nothing better than swing a weapon at your enemies.

*They are just speechless as he talks so causally as he slowly takes out a giant axe out of his jacket.*

Big Head: So how about I go medieval and Viking on all of your asses. And showcase to you all, how utterly meaningless your lives have become because you turned to this life, and I’m your punishment, for everything, you’ve all done. Are you all fine with that?

*Just starts swinging with the axe*

Big Head: I asked you little pussies a fucking question!

[starlightbisexual]

Hullo!!! Shy anon here, you're one of my favorite blogs so i was wondering if you happen to have any marvel fic recs? I'm running low and it's summer, so any fic would be appreciated (as long as it's not explicit). Any suggestions? ^^

hi love, you're so sweet thank you!! 

i have about a million fics to rec so this might be a bit long and im gonna put it under the cut. personal faves are marked with an !!!

(when you say “not explicit” i took that to mean they’re not tagged as explicit on ao3. i cant promise that none of these fics contain sex/other mature themes. it’s probably best to always read the tags on each fic just to make sure!)

ofc this list isn’t exhaustive, just the first ones that popped into my head! if you or anyone else wants some more please come ask, i love discussing fics!

those on mobile: note the read more

slide to answer (mature, 6k)

“What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up.

“Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”

lonely houses off the road (teen, 17k)

Barnes is now glaring at him for some reason. It’s somewhat terrifying but also, oddly, a little reassuring— because that’s emotion right there, which means there’s still somebody behind those eyes. Somebody who seems to think Sam is being a bit slow on the uptake. “Time parameters exceeded. Mission failed.”

“Wait.” Sam narrows his eyes. “Is this some kind of… report? Debriefing?”

“Mission report,” confirms Barnes, looking pleased. Well, looking slightly less murderous than before.

In which various people deal with things they never signed up for, but at the end of the day no one’s particularly surprised.

i love you like rlb (teen, 3k)

I love you like rlb has become a well-known, accepted and valuable component of American vernacular. The meaning of the letters ‘rlb’ is unknown, but is uniformly considered to be a statement of a great romantic love, commitment and sacrifice.

It was Dernier as first said it. Steve never imagined that something like that could have survived the war and all the years in between.

In which Tony goes insane trying to figure out why that phrase affects the Cap so much, Bucky teases the press, and Steve and Bucky love each other like rlb.

i was found and now i don’t roam these streets (mature, 15k)

They’ve decided to start producing Bucky Bears again, now that he’s all shiny and redeemed and fighting for good on this big Avengers misfits team. “He has a little shiny gray arm,” Bucky says, wiggling the stuffed arm in question, one of the tweaks made in the new model. It takes Steve a second to realize that Bucky’s got a small smile on his face, actually looks a little bit proud around the eyes.

Or, Bucky relearns himself and how to be on a team, the rest of the Avengers try to get answers, and everyone watches too much Criminal Minds.

roll on (mature, 89k)

In 1938, there’s a bar in Brooklyn called Sully’s where people are safe to be themselves. Behind the bar, a girl pours drinks. She’s always got a big smile for Steve and she says queer like it’s a good thing. On a regular basis, she takes his shoulders in her hands and tries to shake sense into him, saying, “When will you do something about that best friend of yours?”

In 2012, Bucky’s gone, but Steve’s not, and the girl’s hands are too old to shake him. She does her best to make him see sense anyway.

Steve had people who loved him before the war, and it turns out a few of them are still around when he finally comes home.

one cloud feels lonely (mature, 72k, !!!)

“I’m going to take a break for a while,” Steve said quietly, not looking at T’Challa, not knowing that this was what he was gonna do until the words were out of his mouth. “I can’t be on a team right now.”

T’Challa nodded as if he understood. “Alright.”

AKAIn which Steve and Bucky both figure out how to be a person again, and it still takes them over 130 years.

barnes & rogers and the goddamn truth (not rated, 18k, !!!)

There are three well-known facts at Shield High:

1. The history teacher Mr. Barnes is a stone-cold terror, and it’s not even because he only has one arm.2. The other history teacher, Mr. Rogers, is a mysterious enigma, and it’s something to do with the body of a Greek God and contradicting stories of his past. (They’re all rumours, anyway.)3. Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers hate each other.

Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.

asked and answered (teen, 5k)

“You should marry me, Bucky.”

“What?”

“You should marry me.” Steve said again. “Sister Eustace said that marriage is the purest form of love, and I love you more than anybody. So we should get married.”

Steve and Bucky. Five marriage proposals (and one time they didn’t have to ask).

1917 (mature, 15k, !!!)

Born on March 10th, 1985 at the Brooklyn Hospital Center, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes was named after Sergeant Barnes, Captain America’s childhood best friend, who died when he fell off a train in the Swiss Alps.

In 2008, Peggy Carter donates to the Smithsonian letters Captain Rogers wrote to Sergeant Barnes in 1944—

After he fell.

Some lives are eternally entwined.

to be vunerable is needed most of all (mature, 118k)

Steve is a shy comic book artist and meets his new neighbour, Bucky Barnes.

In which there are awkward longings, meddling best friends, comic conventions, heartache, lemons, video games, dorkiness, dancing and two cute boys.

there should be stars (teen, 45k)

“All memories to tell you the truth aren’t good.But sometimes there were good times.Love was good. I loved your crooked sleepbeside me and never dreamed afraid.

There should be stars for great warslike ours. There ought to be awardsand plenty of champagne for the survivors.”- Sandra Cisneros

Or, it takes them decades.

fever dream (mature, 9k)

“Buck.” Steve says, soft as he can, so he won’t start to cough again. The light from the stove hits his face just right, makes his eyes light up bright, spring sky blue. Bucky’s head aches just looking at him.

1942, in fits and starts.

they say love is a virtue (mature, 22k)

“I have a bet,” Tony announces to the room. He stands up, repeating himself a few times so that everyone is forced to stop the game and look up at him. He looks straight into Bucky’s eyes when he goes, “I bet you fifty dollars that you and Steve can’t spend a whole week pretend married without realizing that you’re both in love with each other.”

the smithsonian guard (gen, 8k)

Bucky makes a friend.

cross this river to the other side (teen, 14k)

Here is the truth about Captain America and the Howling Commandos that every World War II historian must come to accept at one point or another: we will never know everything. We won’t even come close.

So much was lost with the untimely death of Captain America. While the man beneath the uniform sunk to the bottom of the North Atlantic, the myth lived on, only to grow bigger and more unwieldy as the years went by. Now, it is near impossible to tell fact from fiction, to separate out truth from propaganda.

In 1943, the Howling Commandos wrote goodbye letters to be given to their loved ones in the event of their deaths.

In 2014, Sharon Carter finds those letters in a tin can in an abandoned HYDRA base.

captain fantastic and the pineapple king (teen, 30k, !!!)

Shit.She hadn’t noticed him yet. Maybe he could turn and leave without them noticing – Sam would understand. Sam was the most empathetic person he knew. He wouldn’t scold Steve for coming home spice-less to avoid an awkward encounter with an ex. Surely.They drew closer.Fuck.Please don’t notice me, please don’t notice me, please don’t notice me…"Steve?”Fuck.In which Steve is saved from his ex in a grocery store, Bucky Barnes is Way Too Chill about absolutely everything, and Sam has had enough of all of these goddamn pineapples in his fucking house.Or: The five times Steve received a pineapple (and one Piña Colada) and the one time he didn’t

haha, jk (teen, 13k)

(A tale of Not Unrequited Love)

Steve: I love you.Bucky: oh no.(and other fallacies)

Bucky learns to never say never when it comes to the effect his best friend can have.

apes debemus imitari (we should imitate the bees) (gen, 15k)

Steve operates a fruit & veg stand at a farmer’s market. Bucky keeps bees and has started up a honey shop just opposite. They’re failing to get along. Steve gets along a lot better with the anonymous friend he’s been writing letters to. In fact, he’s rapidly falling for him.

it’s no coincidence (teen, 109k)

The kids immediately scream, “Trick-or-Treat” before they see who opens the door.

The strange resident looks between the two kids, then at the adults, and his eyes widen in horror.

“It’s October already?”

Okay, Bucky thinks. This guy is probably high.

don’t ask (mature, 21k, !!!)

Captain America and Bucky Barnes were like brothers. Everyone knew that.

most ardently (teen, 9k)

Baron Grant, nothing more than a small, sickly country gentleman with no fortune and very little to recommend him, has just poured a glass of claret over Duke Barnes, a wealthy lord with the world at his feet.

[fanciful-follies]

If you're looking for Burramy prompts, how about the typical "we were watching some horror movies with our mutual friends, and I don't know you, but you were the closest thing I could grab when that horrid jump scare popped up, and I'm really sorry if I bothered you, but now we are half cuddling because you're nice and didn't push me away" college AU

I love this prompt lol thank you

The first thing Bellamy hears when he walks into Angelica’s apartment is Alex yelling.

He knows he should be used to it by now, Alex is always yelling, but he usually attempts to control himself during a weekend gathering when all of them are just looking to de-stress after a long week. 

“Bellamy!” Laurens’ voice rings out over Alex’s, and he’s suddenly right next to Bellamy, slapping a hand on his back and then pulling him further into the living room. “Finally. You can help us decide on what movie to watch. As usual, we’re all divided. There,” Laurens points to where Angelica, Herc, and Laf are sitting, “is where the disney move fans are sitting.”

“Alex is with us, too!” Lafayette adds, gesturing to where Alex is pacing back and forth on the phone, still looking considerably angry. “We want to watch Oliver and Company.”

“That’s not even one of the top disney movies,” someone else says, sounding exasperated.

Bellamy turns towards the voice, not recognizing it, and sees a boy he’s never met sitting on the far end of the couch, eyes on his phone. His eyes suddenly flick upwards, catching’s Bellamy’s, and for some reason, Bellamy feels his stomach flutter and he moves his gaze away quickly.

“Oliver and Company is an underrated classic,” Alex bites out, hanging up his phone and glaring at the boy on the couch. “And it’s better than any of the shitty horror movies you want to watch, Burr.” He looks back down at his phone and starts to mutter something about how much group  projects suck.

Burr.

Bellamy looks back at the boy with renewed interest. He’d heard of Aaron Burr before, mainly from Alex. He had a knack for constantly complaining about how smart Aaron was. Well, more about how annoying Aaron was, but Bellamy was usually able to read between the lines. Alex was jealous of Aaron, and no amount of bad-mouthing could hide that fact.

Bellamy had never thought to put a face to the name before, and now that he’s seeing the face, well, he’s pretty sure his imagination could not have done Aaron’s face the justice it deserves.

“Right, well.” John tugs on Bellamy’s arms, getting his attention again. “As Alex has so kindly reminded us, our other movie group is there.” He points to where Aaron is sitting, and his gesture includes Eliza and Peggy as well. “All voting for a horror movie. And I’m with them too. So you, Jonathan Bellamy, are our tie breaker.”

“Please,” Angelica says with a laugh. “We all know that Bellamy is gonna go with Oliver and Company. He hates horror movies.”

“I don’t know,” Bellamy says slowly, his eyes moving back to Aaron, who is already staring back at him with an amused look. “I…like horror movies sometimes.”

“Name one,” Alex tells him, flopping into a chair and looking at Bellamy with raised eyebrows. “I’ll eat my own foot if you can name a horror movie you like.” He smirks as Bellamy remains silent. “Knew it.”

“Coraline,” Bellamy blurts out. “I saw Coraline, and I liked it!”

“Coraline?!” Alex repeats, slapping a hand to his head. “Coraline is a fucking kids movie, Bell! Oh my god.”

“I don’t know,” Aaron says, drawing Bellamy’s attention back to him. He’s smiling at him, and it makes Bellamy’s stomach do that fluttering thing again. “Coraline is pretty damn scary. You have good taste.”

“T-thanks,” Bellamy stutters, feeling his face flush. He tries to smile back at Aaron, but he’s not sure if it works. His face feels numb. But Aaron’s smile grows wider. He has a perfect smile. “I want to watch a horror movie,” Bellamy says firmly, looking at Laurens. “That’s my vote.”

“He has spoken!” Eliza says from her spot on the floor, ignoring the groans that come from the Oliver and Company group. “Oh, shut up, half of you will fall asleep anyway. Okay, here’s what we’ve got to choose from…”

Bellamy ignores the lists of titles Eliza reads out, and instead looks around the room, pretending to consider where he wants to sit. He already knows where he wants to sit. He’s known since the moment he walked into the room.

He only hesitates a second longer before forcing his feet to move, pushing down the nerves he feels rising in his chest. Bellamy avoids looking Aaron right in the eyes as he makes his way over to him, sitting down beside him with a quiet, shaky exhale that he prays Aaron doesn’t hear. When Bellamy sneaks a glance over at Aaron, he isn’t looking back, but Bellamy does see the small smile playing across his lips. 

“Okay,” Eliza says, clapping her hands together and taking her place on the floor again. “Let’s do this. Angie, can you get the lights?”

It’s only once the movie starts and the room grows dark that Bellamy starts to regret his decision a little. He really doesn’t like horror movies. Not at all, actually. They make him twitchy, and he sleeps with the lights on for at least two nights after seeing one. He kind of hates horror movies. 

About fifteen minutes in, and Bellamy thinks he’s doing okay, all things considered. Sure, nothing has exactly happened yet in the movie, but still. It’s the small victories that count. He’s even starting to think that maybe he’ll end up liking the movie when the first jump scare happens.

Bellamy jumps in his seat, he can’t help it, and a small squeak escapes him. Peggy, on his other side, had jumped as well, but everyone else lets out a few giggles at his reaction. It’s only once he calms down that Bellamy realizes, in his moment of panic, that he’d grabbed on to Aaron’s arm.

“Sorry,” Bellamy whispers, embarrassment clawing at him as he releases his grip.

“It’s fine,” Aaron murmurs back, that same smile still playing on his lips. But he keeps his eyes on the TV, seeming completely unfazed by everything that’s happening. 

Bellamy lasts about another ten minutes before his hands are back on Aaron, this time tangled in his shirt while he ducks his face down against Aaron’s shoulder, eyes squeezed shut tightly. His nerves are so on edge that he doesn’t even feel embarrassed by the fact that he’s half on top of Aaron.

But as the minutes go by, and his heart goes back to a normal pace, Bellamy realizes that he’s still on Aaron, and that Aaron hasn’t pushed him off. Why hasn’t he pushed him off?

Bellamy moves his head back up, peeking at Aaron through his eyelashes to see him staring back, his lips slightly parted and his expression a little surprised an confused, like he isn’t sure why he hasn’t pushed Bellamy off either.

They both stare for a moment longer, Bellamy’s heart rate picking back up, but then Aaron’s eyes slowly move back to the screen. Bellamy’s stomach flutters for a third time that night when he feels Aaron’s arm curl around his shoulders, pulling Bellamy closer.

The rest of the movie goes by without much else happening. Bellamy is too distracted by the fact that he can hear Aaron’s heartbeat and that he can feel Aaron breathing to pay attention to the movie. He feels relaxed, pressed up against Aaron like this. It’s nice. Aaron is nice…and warm…smells good, too.

It’s only when Bellamy jolts awake that he realized he’d fallen asleep. 

The lights are still off, but the TV is off now, too. Bellamy can feel Aaron breathing in and out slowly, and he realizes with another jolt that Aaron’s fingers are playing with his hair, running over the top of it in long, soothing motions. 

Bellamy bites at his lip, trying to fight down his smile. He shifts a little on the couch, lifting his head slowly so he can look up at Aaron, who, once again, is looking back at him.

“Hey,” Bellamy murmurs.

“Hey.”

“Sorry, for, you know,” Bellamy gestures between them with an awkward laugh. “I didn’t mean to grab you, or…or fall asleep on you, you were just the closest person.”

Aaron stares at him for a beat, his expression unreadable. But then he smiles. “Lucky me, I guess.”

Bellamy’s heart does a strange leap in his chest at that. “Yeah?” God, he has it bad already, and he’s barely spoken any words to the guy. 

“You can keep grabbing me, if you want.” As soon as the words are out of Aaron’s mouth, he looks as if he regrets them. “I-sorry, that sounded weirder than I thought it would. I, uhm.” He ducks his head when Bellamy laughs softly. “I meant that I don’t mind if you want to keep…” He trails off and gestures between them, looking relieved when Bellamy nods. “Want to stretch out?”

Bellamy looks around, realizing that most of their friends had vacated to the floor, pillows and blankets thrown about the room. But the couch is completely empty except for Bellamy and Aaron.

“Okay,” Bellamy breathes out, allowing Aaron to rearrange them so Bellamy is pressed against the back of the couch with Aaron pressed against him, an arm thrown over Bellamy’s waist. “Thanks.”

“For what?”

“For letting me grab you,” Bellamy says, smiling when he hears Aaron chuckle. “If I had grabbed Alex, I would have ended up sprawled on the floor.”

“Well, I’m nicer than Alexander,” Aaron murmurs, trailing his fingers over Bellamy’s back. “I’ll even take you to breakfast tomorrow. If you want.”

“I do,” Bellamy says quickly, his stomach doing another flip. “I…yeah.”

“Yeah,” Aaron agrees, pulling him a little closer and tucking his face into Bellamy’s shoulder, breathing in deeply. “Night, Bellamy.”

“Goodnight, Aaron,” Bellamy whispers, still smiling and feeling as if he could run a marathon. He never thought that this would happen, that he’d come over for a movie night and end up cuddling with an attractive guy who’s also promising to take him out to breakfast. It’s perfect. And all because he decided to watch a horror movie. 

Horror movies might just be his new favorite thing.

[tisfan]

if your prompts are still open, how about a winteriron proposal fic with ~misunderstandings~? smut would be great if you're feeling it, but pretty much just where ever this idea takes you would be the best. thank you!!

And also for @cr3v who gave me some headcannon about Bucky calling Tony “Anthony” when he was being serious, so, this is also for them.

Happily Never After

“You know, Anthony,” Bucky said, putting on hismost sincere expression, “we’ve been together for like a little over a yearnow, and –” 

“If you lead with that, he’s going to thinkyou’re breaking up with him,” Steve pointed out. 

That was true. Tony was prone to jumping to allthe wrong conclusions almost constantly; especially where it concerned theirrelationship. 

“Argh!” Bucky ran both hands through his hair,tugging when he got to the base of his skull. “I don’t even know how to dothis.” 

“It’s Tony,” Steve said. “You can’t buildanticipation, you know that. He’ll either not be listening, or he’ll spin hiswheels trying to figure out what’s wrong. Just keep it simple. Preferably afterhe’s had a cup of coffee.” 

Bucky snatched up the little velvet-covered ringbox. The ring was simple, a thick, adamantium band, set with a flat-cut ruby.Easy enough, a combination of their signature colors (adamantium for Bucky, hotrod red for Tony) even if it was expensive, and custom-designed. It would looknice on Tony’s finger, Bucky thought, with no edges, so Tony could wear it evenwhen he was working. 

“Do you think he’ll say yes?” Bucky couldn’thelp the words that spilled out. Nerves, he guessed. 

“I don’t know,” Steve said, raw and honest as healways was, but completely not helpful. “It’s Tony. If I could predictanything he’d do, I’d have fewer headaches.” 

Bucky snorted. That much was true. Unpredictablewas Tony’s middle name. “He loves me,” Bucky said. 

“We all know that,” Steve said, rolling his eye.“And it’s not a matter of love, I don’t think. He’s just… got issues. Marriagemay be one of those things. I mean, you two have been together for almostlonger than anyone else he’s ever dated. Don’t… don’t take it to mean hedoesn’t love you, if marriage isn’t something he’s up for.” 

“So, you think I shouldn’t –” 

Steve sighed. “I think you should,” he said, “becauseyou want to.” 

Bucky tucked the ring back into his jacketpocket. “Okay, one more time, for luck.” 

Steve rolled his eyes indulgently. “Okay, hitme.” 

Bucky drew in a deep breath, reached for thering. He took Steve’s hand in his and knelt down next Steve’s chair. Heconjured up a picture in his head of his tousle-headed boyfriend, eyes stillheavy from sleep, coffee cup in one hand. “Anthony, would you do me the verygreat honor of agreeing to be my husband?” He presented the little box toSteve. 

“Perfect,” Steve said, and leaned over to kissBucky’s forehead. “That was lovely, Bucky, do it just like that. He’ll sayyes.” 

Tony ducked behind the wall, hiding. His hearthammered in his chest, lungs heaving for oxygen in a world that had suddenlycaught fire. No, no, no. 

God, it hurt. Hurt. Like someone had ripped hisheart right out of his chest, and he knew what the fuck that felt like, becausehe’d gone through it before. His genius brain couldn’t help but replay whathe’d just seen; Bucky on one knee at Steve’s feet, holding up a little squarebox, the shape of which was familiar to every single person. 

He was suddenly put in mind of a sampler ofembroidery his mother had hung in one of the bathrooms of the Manhattanmansion. 

If you love someone, letthem goIf they come back toyou, they’re yoursIf they don’t, theynever were

For as long as anyone could remember, Bucky hadbelonged to Steve, belonged at Steve’s side. Maybe they’d had a thing, back inthe day. Bucky’d never said, but Tony never asked, either. Not wanting to know,because Captain America was not a thing that Tony could compete with. He’dknown that his whole life. But there’d been Peggy, and then, more recently,Sharon. 

The thing with Sharon had ended, amiably enough– they were still friends, Steve had said, but the spark just wasn’t there –and Steve had been single again, for the first time, and in a good place todate, since Bucky had been recovered. 

So, of course, Tony was just the side dish,someone to kill time with until the spot at Steve’s right hand was open again. 

And now Bucky was laying a claim in a morepermanent way. Jesus, was it too much for Bucky to at least have brokenthings off with Tony before moving on to greener pastures? 

“Friday, get me a suit on the landing pad,” Tonysaid, pushing up from the wall and striding toward the elevator withground-eating steps. Fuck this, he couldn’t stay here, not right now. 

NO ENTRY. 

The hand-scanner beeped at Bucky, flaring red. 

“What the hell?” Bucky stared down at his righthand as if he expected it to have also been replaced. The penthouse door hadopened to his print for almost nine months now, since Bucky had officiallymoved in. He still had a suite downstairs, where he kept a few things, andoccasionally retreated to when Tony was in a mood and playing music entirelytoo loud, but… 

“Friday?”

“I’m sorry,” Friday said, her accent snippy,“but you no longer have access to this floor.” 

Bucky sank to the floor, disbelieving. What theutter hell was going on? He hadn’t seen Tony all day; he’d gone for a flight inthe Iron Man suit before even stopping at the kitchen for coffee, but that wasokay, sometimes Tony got a particular craving for coffee from a shop halfwayacross the world, and impulse control was still a thing Tony didn’t have. Andthen he’d been in the workshop on a full lock-down, which usually meant he’dhad a brainwave and didn’t want to be disturbed. 

But Tony had left the ‘shop without sayinganything to anyone and taken refuge in the penthouse. 

And apparently locked Bucky out. 

What. The. Hell. 

Bucky put his back to the wall right across fromthe door and waited. Friday would see him on the security cameras andeventually the AI would get tired of watching him; she’d tell Tony he was outthere. 

When the door slid open, it wasn’t Tony at all,but Bruce, looking exhausted. 

“Oh,” he said, staring down at Bucky. “Haven’tyou done enough?” 

Bucky squinted up, his sensitive nose picking uptraces of whiskey. “Can I just –” 

“No,” Bruce said. “You can’t. He’s passed outdrunk for the first time in months, and he’s in no state to talk to you.You know, I wouldn’t have encouraged this, if I thought you were going to –”Bruce waved his hands around. “– screw it all up.” 

“What the fuck even, Bruce?” Bucky scrambled tohis feet. 

“Did you think he wasn’t going to find out aboutyour little proposal? I can’t believe you’d hurt him like this.” Bruce shookhis head, then, when Bucky grabbed his wrist to try to keep him from walkingaway, Bruce whirled on him. “Don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t like that.” 

The hangover was bad, like nightmare levels ofbad. Even with the blinds still neatly over the windows, the only light comingfrom the bathroom and the alarm clock on his bedside table, Tony felt likesomeone was drilling an icepick into his forehead. 

“I cannot believe I used to drink like that allthe time,” he muttered, getting one hand over his eyes to hold them in place.Felt like he was Arnold Schwarzenegger in Total Recall when he wasoutside the domes in Mars. Oh, yeah, that was just the picture he needed tohave, waking up. Christ. 

He staggered to his feet, stumbled into thebathroom and brought up what had to be at least half a bottle. Ug. The floorlooked nice, which was good, because Tony was about to meet it, up close andpersonal. 

“Here,” someone said. Tony managed to roll overto look up – and up – at a very pissed-off Natasha. “Glass of water and somepills. Get up, Tony.” 

“Why do you hate me, Ginger Snaps?” Tonygroaned. “What even are these?” He indicated the little bowl where she’d placedthree purple and black caplets. 

“Poison,” she said, flatly, then stepped overhim to get a washcloth. She wet it, squatted, and washed Tony’s face for himlike he was a toddler. 

Oh, well, in that case. Tony tipped the pillsinto his mouth and chased them with the water. Cold and wet, the water soothedhis aching throat and Nat’s hands on the washcloth were gentle, no matter howmuch she seemed like she’d rather break his neck for him. 

“What were you doing last night?” she asked,wetting the cloth again and wringing it out. She pressed the cool materialagainst the back of his neck and God, that felt good. 

“Getting drunk,” Tony said, because really,wasn’t it obvious? He used to be better at it, too. He vaguely remembered Brucetaking the second bottle away from him and not wanting to get up to get it.“What are you even doing in here?” 

Natasha rolled her eyes at him. “It’s me,” shesaid, like that was supposed to mean something, and Tony figured maybe it did.There weren’t places that Natasha could be kept out of; if she hadn’t invaded alocked room it was because was wasn’t interested in what was on the other sideof the door. “Care to tell me why you were drinking?” 

“Why ask me,” Tony said, “when he’s yourfriend.” 

“Tony,” Natasha said. She ran two fingers downthe side of his face to catch him under the jaw. “Look at me and tell me what’swrong. I can’t fix it –” 

“You can’t fix this, Nat,” Tony said, wearily.“Not for me. There’s no fix. They’re gonna get married and live happily everafter, and I’m just not. But we knew that, didn’t we? Happily never happens forme.” 

Natasha blinked at him a few times. “Walk methrough that slowly, hmmm?” 

Christ, why did Nat torture him like this? Whathad he done to her in a past life that she wanted to make him drag out thedetails?  

“I saw them, Nat,” Tony admitted, trying to keephis voice steady. “The whole deal, down on one knee, the ring, the kiss,everything. I saw it. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” 

“Saw… who?” 

“Are you playing stupid for a reason?” 

“No, Tony,” Natasha said. “I am legit confusedhere. Who is getting married?” 

“Bucky and Steve.” 

Natasha swallowed hard, then actually fellbackward, her butt hitting the bathroom tiles hard and she rocked backwarduntil she came to rest against the side of the shower. “Jesus.” 

“I know, right?” Tony asked. He pushed up fromthe floor, because now he really needed to chase down that other bottle. “Ican’t believe I ever thought –” 

“Whatever you’re going to say, stop right now,”Natasha said. She was on her feet and had her hand on his shoulder, “becauseit’s going to be wrong. And if you don’t say it out loud, you won’t have toregret it later.” 

Oh, he already had regrets. So very manyregrets. Letting Bucky get close to him, letting himself believe, that justonce, it might be real, that it might be possible…    

“Tony, you’re not listening,” she said. “Please,just go talk to him. I promise, you want to hear what he’s got to say.” 

“Okay, all right,” Tony snarled, pulling his armaway. 

“Wait, first,” Natasha said, getting in front ofhim and blocking the door, “brush your teeth, fix your hair.” 

“I don’t need to dress up for my execution, ItsyBitsy,” Tony said. But Nat just glared at him and it was easier to humor her.Also, she was still perfectly capable of breaking his arm if he pissed her offtoo much. 

Bucky was exhausted; he’d gone twenty roundswith several of the super-soldier sandbags, ruptured one after the other untilSteve finally tried to prod him into the showers, and possibly sleep. 

Bucky had cleaned up, but there was no way sleepwas a thing, even if he had someplace to sleep, which he didn’t. There was noway he was going to let any of the other Avengers see him sacked out on thesofa in the common room, and despite Steve’s offer, he didn’t want to have topretend to sleep on Steve’s couch. Because he wouldn’t sleep and then Stevewould know about it, and the argument would just go on. 

So he was on the roof, smoking. He hadn’tchained his way through a pack in a long damn time. Even back during the war,those first few desperate weeks after Steve had rescued them from Azzano, beforehe really found out that nicotine wouldn’t help him anymore, he’d killed hisown cigarette rations and everyone else’s that he could beg, borrow, steal orwin. It hadn’t helped. 

It still didn’t help, except he didn’t know whatelse to do. 

He wasn’t entirely surprised when Tony found himup there; the sun still just creeping along the streets, early morning foglifting. Tony looked miserable; his face was pale, lips gray, eyes dark andheavy. He’d taken some care with his hair, and he smelled a little like soapand toothpaste. He leaned against the wall near where Bucky was sitting andkicked his foot up, balancing on the other leg. If he looked at Bucky, therewas no way to tell; he was wearing dark sunglasses. “Natasha said you wanted totalk to me.” 

“Do we need Tash running messages for us likewe’re in grade school?” Bucky said, lighting another smoke. “Is that what we’redoing?” 

“Apparently,” Tony said. 

“Bruce said you were pretty upset last night,”Bucky ventured. “I didn’t… I didn’t think you’d react like that, you know.” 

Tony dropped his shades down his nose a little,studying Bucky over the rims. “How did you expect me to react? You want me tobe happy?” 

“I guess not,” Bucky said. He reached into hispocket. He still had the little box and he tumbled it around in his hand a bit.“Stupid of me. Thought… nevermind what I thought. Thinking’s not my job. Fuckit. You don’t want it, you don’t want it. Throw it off the side of the buildingand we’ll never talk about it again.” 

Tony didn’t like to be handed things. Buckysighed, looked down at the box and let it slide out of his hand. It rattledwith it hit the cement, rolled over and popped open, spilling the ring out. Itglittered there, in the faint sunlight. 

“I just want you to know, Tony,” Bucky said.Reaching out to him, right at that very moment, might have been the hardestthing Bucky ever did. He was so scared that Tony was about to drop him, justthe way he’d been dropped by Steve, and that had been an accident… andthis would be on purpose. “I don’t need to be your husband to love you. I just…wanted it.” 

Tony didn’t say anything; he just stared, thentwisted into a squat to pick the ring up off the ground. He turned the goldband in his fingers, looking at it, then his breath caught. 

“Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul,” Tony said,reading the inscription on the inside of the ring. And in the darkness, bindthem. He turned, very slowly, hands shaking. “You didn’t buy this for SteveRogers.” 

What? “What? Tony, no,”Bucky said, confused. “What the hell did you –” 

“You bought this for me,” Tony said, his voicelow, choking. 

“Of course I bought it for you,” Bucky snapped,waving his hands around. “Who the fuck else would I want to marry?” 

“I saw you,” Tony said, and he was shaking sohard now that Bucky actually put a hand out to steady him. 

Oh. Oh. 

“You saw me practicing,” Bucky said, his voiceequally unsteady. “An’ you thought… you thought I was makin’ a move. On Steve?”Okay, seriously, just no. Why the fuck did everyone want to pair him up withSteve? Christ, he loved the guy, but he was just… no. No. They were bestfriends, they were comrades in arms, they were brothers. And Steven G.Rogers was a pain in the ass. 

“You want to marry me?” 

“Yes.” Bucky thought about that for asecond, then frowned. “Give me that back.” 

“No,” Tony said, looking down at the ringgreedily. “No takebacks.” 

“I ain’t tellin’ people you didn’t let mepropose to you proper,” Bucky said. Tony rather reluctantly handed the ringback. Bucky dusted it off, collected the box, then dropped down to one knee infront of Tony. 

And, being Tony, he did a little flutter, endingwith his hands clasped together next to one cheek. “For me?” 

Bucky barely restrained himself from rolling hiseyes. “Anthony,” he said, “I’d be very pleased if you –” 

“Yes.” 

“– would do me –” 

“Yes!” Tony smirked. “I will absolutely ‘doyou.’” 

“– the honor of becoming my husband.” 

Tony pursed his lips. “I’ll have to think aboutit.” 

And before Bucky had any time at all to make aface, to be disappointed, or even become exasperated (because really, Tony didcome with an awful lot of pre-existing exasperation) Tony grabbed Bucky’s wristand hauled him to his feet. “Yes, yes, yes. I will. I want to. Yes.Absolutely. Let’s do that.” 

Bucky managed to pry the ring out of Tony’shands (again!) long enough to get it on his hand, where it was supposedto be before Tony finally knocked him against the wall and kissed him stupid. 

“I can’t,” Tony said, when they finally came upfor air, “believe that you put the One Ring’s quote on the inside of ourengagement ring.” 

“Yeah, well, I can’t believe you thought I wouldpropose to Steve,” Bucky retorted. “Why would I want Steve when I have you?” 

Bucky didn’t credit himself with being thebrains of the operation, but he knew exactly when he’d said the right thing.Tony lit up like a sunrise. With surprising gentleness, he leaned into Bucky’skiss again, his mouth pressed, hot and soft, against Bucky’s lip. “I love you,”Tony said. 

Bucky grinned, shrugged, tipped Tony a wink. “Iknow.” 

For just a second, Tony gaped at him. “Oh, good,good. Lord of the Rings and Star Wars in the same proposal. Youare such a nerd. Kiss me again.” 

“As you wish.” 

Fin 

[crimebunny]

Hamilton as quotes from school.

Hamilton: "I haven't slept in 5 days I'm allowed to have bad posture.

Laurens: "Then she said she was the reason for all of her bad grades I will shoot her."

Lafayette: "Combat moi, femme."

Mulligan: "I tried to sew once..."

Eliza: "That's my secret, I look weak, but I can throw like a motherfucker"

Angelica: "I'm not romantically involved with anyone because I hate the entirety of humanity"

Peggy: "SQUISH!" *poofs cheeks*

Jefferson: "Ok but you're wrong that's not how politics works."

Madison: "I get sick way too often. Once I missed 2 months of school. I also missed the last day last year and they threw rocks at me when I came back this year."

Washington: "I'm too professional for this..."

Seabury: "SHUT UP AND STOP FIGHTING I SWEAR SOMEBODY'S GONNA HEAR US WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE BROOM CLOSET."

Lee: "WE HAVE A CRIME SCENE, HE HAS BEEN SHOT, THIS PERSON OVER THERE IS THE MURDERER AND WE NEED TO TAKE THEM TO JAIL."

King George: "I will fucking cut you I may look like a sissy but believe me when I say I have seen way more shit than you can imagine and I will take you the fuck down."