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theultimatefan · 1 year

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Michael J. Fox, Vincent D’Onofrio, Henry Winkler Big Additions To FAN EXPO Philadelphia, June 2-4

FAN EXPO Philadelphia today announced several huge additions to its celebrity lineup across numerous fandoms, including icon Michael J Fox, his Back to the Future costar Tom Wilson, Vincent D’Onofrio (“Daredevil,” “Law & Order: Criminal Intent”), Henry Winkler (“Happy Days,” “Barry”), Peter Weller (Robocop, Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension), Katee Sackhoff (“The Mandalorian,” “Battlestar Galactica), Bonnie Wright (Harry Potter) and Emily Bett Rickards (“Arrow,” “The Flash”). They are part of a growing, standout roster appearing June 2-4 at the Pennsylvania Convention Center.

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The announcement of the eight new guests follows last month’s initial wave of Joseph Quinn (“Stranger Things”), Christina Ricci (“The Addams Family,” “Wednesday”), Sam Raimi (The Evil Dead, Spider-Man), Sean Astin (The Lord of the Rings, Rudy) and Christopher Lloyd (Back to the Future, “Taxi”), already committed to the event. Additional celebrities, voice actors, creators, cosplayers exhibitors and programming for this major comics, sci-fi, horror, literary, anime and gaming convention will be announced closer to the event.

From the Back to the Future franchise to TV hits like “Family Ties” and “Spin City,” Michael J. Fox has thrilled and moved millions with his performances as well as his work on behalf of Parkinson’s disease research. He won his first significant role as the lovable conservative Alex P. Keaton on NBC’s enormously popular “Family Ties” (1982-89). The five-time Emmy winner (three for “Family Ties,” one for “Spin City” and one for a guest role on “Rescue Me”) recently received an honorary Oscar for his commitment to Parkinson’s research.

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the-omni-princess · 4 years

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Fleece Navidad

Author: @the-omni-princess

Summary: Your residential frequent flyer has a good reason for wanting to stop by to see you – again.

Prompt: Doctor AU

Word Count: 1.2K

Pairing: Doctor!Latina!Reader x Biker!Bucky

Warnings: Mentions of ER emergencies (including: Stomach related sicknesses, stabbings, broken bones, small cuts, and injuries), cursing

A/N:

This was for @mypassionsarenysins ‘s 1k challenge! Congrats!!! Prompt was Doctor AU #mypassionsarenysins1k

Merry Christmas, Happy First Night of Hanukah, and Happy Holidays!!!

I also have a Stucky fic posting on Christmas (I hope), and another fic posting before the years ended! Hopefully will have started that Blood Bound chapter as well! Have a great holiday guys! <3

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It was yet another long night with little to no sleep. At the very least, the ER seemed to be mostly empty. A few kids that ate stuff they weren’t supposed to, an accidental hand stabbing in Room 3, and a broken ankle in Room 5. For an ER in Brooklyn at night, it could have been much worse, but it seemed with the oncoming snowstorm, fewer people seemed to be out. Fewer people, fewer emergencies, and a slow night.

It was almost midnight Christmas night, and you sipped on your gingerbread coffee, counting down the minutes until your shift was over and you could spend the next few days on break from work. The nurses on duty had most of the patients covered, while you, the main doctor on duty for another hour, just watched over the few people still here. For once, it was peaceful. That was until your residential frequent flyer strolled in.

James “Bucky” Barnes, the president of the Avengers Motorcycle Club, sauntered in, clutching his arm. His number two and three, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, by his side, both looking equally bored. “Mr. Barnes,” you sighed softly, letting one of the nurses handle the sick child with food poisoning in Room 2. “To what do I owe the absolute pleasure?” sarcasm dripped like venom in your voice. Overall, the Avengers were a band of Do-gooders, intimidating bikers that protected the people who needed it around town; but lately, their president seemed to have a permanent bed in your ER.

“Aw, doll, it’s good to see you too,” Bucky teased back, grinning as he followed you to Room 4, sitting on the bed. “See it’s not too bad today, just some bruises and cuts, making sure I didn’t break anything is all.” He held out his arm, and sure enough, his wrist was bruised up, swollen, with a bit of blood.

You glanced towards his cohorts, “Do you just let him run into walls like a Roomba?” you looked more annoyed than anything. Sure, this biker was cute – okay fine, hot as fuck – but he tended to just take up space in your ER. Granted, he only seemed to show up when you were on duty and when the ER was slow, but still.

“Aw, doll, you’re no fun. It’s Christmas and you're stuck here,” he pouted as you began to clean and bandage his wrist, quickly figuring out it wasn’t broken and didn’t need stitches. Both of his friends looked at him with a pointed expression when you turned around.

“I’m here because I want to, Barnes. It’s my job.” You finished bandaging him before sitting beside him. “Rogers, Wilson, out. You two can wait in the waiting room.” Both men rushed out the curtain, moving down the hallway quickly. You turned on the biker, your face scrunched up, “How many times do I have to tell you, Bucky? Stay out of my ER! Just because we went on a few dates and have one tomorrow doesn’t mean you can take up space when others might need it.”

Bucky had the decency to look away bashfully, “I didn’t want you to be alone on Christmas, baby doll,” he murmured softly, making you melt.

“Babe, I celebrated Christmas yesterday. Had my sisters over, that’s why I didn’t go out to lunch with you. I’m Latina, I’ve always celebrated Christmas the night before.” You said gently, smiling faintly as he went red.

“Oh-Oh! Fuck, I’m sorry, Sweetheart, I wasn’t thinking-“

“You’re right, you weren’t, but I forgive you,” you teased, kissing his cheek before checking your watch. “I’m off in twenty minutes, think you can have enough patience to wait for me in the waiting room with the boys?”

He nodded quickly, grinning, “Poor guys think I’m a love-sick puppy, following you around.”

“That’s because you are, babe,” you teased, smiling up at him. “You get out of here and tell them either about us or some excuse, I’ll be there when I clock out.”

He stood back up, smiling as he pulled you into his arms. “Promise?”

“Promise,” you kissed his nose, “Now go.”

He reluctantly walked off towards your waiting room while you checked on the last few patients of yours. You quickly said goodbye a few minutes later to your nurses and the doctor rotating onto duty while you clocked out.

When you made your way to the waiting room, Bucky, Steve, and Sam stood there, the latter two with shit-eating grins on their faces. “Should I ask whats got you two so excited?” You teased, unable to stop the smile from your face as Bucky led you out the door and into the chilly weather. No snow this Christmas but still decently cold, which had you shivering in your scrubs. The current fleece sweater you were wearing with the words ‘Fleece Navidad’ and a little sheep wasn’t giving you much warmth as the temperature dropped.

Bucky placed his leather jacket around your shoulders, using the little shuffle you did into the warmth of the leather – the scent of smoky cologne filling your senses – to pull you into his embrace. “I might have told them about us,” he said in a soft voice, tilting your chin up gently.

“Oh, did you now?” You grinned, “Did you also mention that you’re a secret teddy bear that didn’t want his girlfriend to feel lonely on Christmas, so you slammed your hand into a wall?”

Sam snickered behind you, and Bucky shot him a dirty look before softening as he looked back down towards you. “I might have skipped that part. Let me give you a ride home, sweetheart. My ma would kill me if she found out I let you take the subway home this late at night in this weather.” He gently pushed a stray baby hair out of your face, your usual work hairdo messy from the long and hectic shift.

“Only if you can promise me hot cocoa and dancing to Christmas Frank Sinatra record.”

“Deal,” he pulled you closer, making a shooing motion towards his friends as he finally closed the distance and kissed you softly. Slow movements underneath the spell of each other, gentle caresses, not caring about the intruders to your little moment.

“Not to make this even cuter, but you guys are even under the mistletoe!” Steve teased, Sam and him chuckling as the leaned on the wall near their bikes.

You looked up, and sure enough, one of your coworkers had taped a small bundle of mistletoe above your heads. Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle, tugging you impossibly closer. “Perfect,” he kissed your nose, absentmindedly noticing it was growing cold, making you melt with his charming and goofy smile. “Merry Christmas, baby girl.”

“Merry Christmas, Bucky.” Surrounded by the lights of a distance ambulance leaving the lot and the bright white lights of the inside of the ER, you couldn’t help but compare it to the holiday lights strung around the rest of the city, bathing you and Bucky with holiday warmth as Carol of the Bells begun to play in some café down the street. This right here, with the man you were slowly but quickly falling in love with, was the most perfect end to your holiday than you could have dreamt of.

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kaleidescope-writes · 4 years

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Winter Mistakes-- Chapter 2: Girl's Night

Biker!Bucky x Reader

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Warnings: Drinking, Bucky in leather, brief mention of sex, America's Ass

It had been a few days since the breakup and so far, you didn’t feel much of a change emotionally. Yes, Rumlow was definitely an asshole, but something felt…weird. You mentioned this to Nat a few times now, but all she told you was that you needed to get out there and find someone better. Next time, you’d say every time she wanted to drag you out for a girl’s night. You wanted to follow her advice, but just couldn’t bring yourself to it. It was an internal struggle that hadn’t left you since the breakup and it was pissing you off.

You were at home, gathering your tenth snack of the night as you prepared for another night of lounging around and binge-watching your favorite show. You were making your way to the couch with your snack when you heard the door to your apartment open. You placed the contents of your hands on the coffee table and sat down, waiting for Nat to invite you to yet another girl’s night.

“Oh good, you’re not doing anything,” she said, making her way to the couch where you sat with a shopping bag in hand. “No,” you sassed, “I’m not doing anything. Why, did you have something in mind?” Nat stood directly in front of you, giving you that smirk that suggested she was up to something. The look that made you want to punch that pretty Russian face. “Actually, now that you mention it,” she began in a teasing voice, “There’s this one bar in Brooklyn that I’ve been looking into.” You sighed, letting your head drop. “Nat, I already told you tha--” “Before you say no,” she interrupted, pulling something out of the bag she was carrying, “I have a peace offering.” She took out a bottle of your favorite wine. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow, moving your hand slowly to grab the bottle from her hands. “Natasha Romanov, you are the love of my life,” you said, finally giving in. Nat gave you a beaming smile, “I know, sweetie. I also have something for you to wear. Now you can’t give me the bullshit excuse that you have nothing to wear.”

She took out a royal blue velvet top and a mini pencil skirt. Not something you’d normally wear, but she wanted you to get out there. You took in a long breath, “Fine, but you’re buying the drinks.” You took the newly bought outfit to your room to change and get ready for the night while Natasha stayed in the living room celebrating. “And wear your thigh highs with it!” she called out from the living room, making you roll your eyes and laugh. This was going to be a long night.

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The door of the bar opened, making Tony look up from the glass he was cleaning. Steve walked over to him, a smile etched on his features. “Big night?” Tony asked, knowing something was causing his cheery attitude. “Oh ya,” Steve beamed, sitting on one of the stools, “Nat’s finally coming over.” Tony raised both eyebrows, “Wow, in that case, I’ll bring out the fine glasses. You think she’ll prefer ceramic or porcelain?” Steve chuckled, leaning both elbows on the bar.

“He just got the text from lover girl and hasn’t stopped smiling since,” Sam complained as he sat down next to him, “I’m considering smacking the back of his head to see if it helps.” Sam picked up one of the glasses Tony had already cleaned, examining it as the rest of the crew joined them on the bar. “If anyone is smacking some sense back into him,” Bucky snorted, moving to sit on the stool to Steve’s left, “It’s gonna be me.” Tony rolled his eyes, going back to what he was doing before he was distracted. Steve sat up straight, keeping his hands on the bar, “Oh let me be. I’m only smiling cause I haven’t seen my best girl in a while.” Both Sam and Bucky rolled their eyes, letting out a disapproving groan. “Besides,” Steve laughed, “She’s bringing a friend.” Sam perked up slightly, raising his eyebrows, “Ah, so she’s got a friend. You think she’s single?” Bucky snorted, taking a bottle of whiskey and pouring himself in an already clean glass. “He wouldn’t be mentioning it if she wasn’t, Wilson,” he said, taking a sip of his drink, “Sometimes I wonder how you got into this club in the first place.” Before Sam could say anything to defend himself, Steve interrupted, “Alright you two, calm down before you start breaking bottles on each other's heads.”

“Cause that was so fun to clean up last time,” Tony complained, going to the staff room to get more bottles. The three men simply ignored his annoyed complaint and went back to talking. “So what’s she like?” Bucky asked, keeping his eyes fixed on his drink. “By what Nat told me, she’s unique. She just got out of a relationship with this asshole and Nat wants to help her move on,” Steve explained, grabbing a glass for himself. “That does not sound like a good idea,” Sam muttered, still holding the glass. “Ya well, she deserves something better,” Steve responded, “Actually, I think you might like her, Buck.” Bucky finished his drink, turning to look at his best friend in confusion, “What makes you think I need a girl?” Sam burst into laughter, putting down the glass as his laugh echoed through the empty bar. “Steve, he doesn’t need a girl. He needs therapy!” Sam laughed, receiving a death glare from Bucky. “Bite me, Wilson,” Bucky sneered.

“What time?” Sam asked with a smirk. “Dammit, you two,” Steve sighed, putting down his glass. Bucky shook his head, looking back at Steve as he poured himself another drink. “So does this girl have a name?” Bucky asked, taking a sip from his newly filled glass. Steve smirked, “Her name’s Y/N.”

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“Hurry up, will you?” Nat urged, making her way down the busy street with you following behind. “What’s the rush? The line going to be long?” You asked, trying to catch up to Nat while making sure your skirt didn’t bunch up. Nat began to slow down as you two approached the bar entrance. “Nope,” she smiled, “I just wanna see my man.” You looked up to see the name of the establishment. Avenging Tower Bar and HQ. Interesting to say the least. Turning to look at the street, you saw a row of motorcycles lined up. You caught up to her at the entrance where a man was leaning on the door with a cigar on his lips. “You girls lost?” he asked, standing up straight. “Nope, I’m Natasha,” Nat said confidently as she made to walk in. The man stopped her, looking at you, “I know you, but your friend I don’t know.” You looked at him in confusion as Nat rolled her eyes and took your arm. “It’s cool, Rhodey. She’s with me. Steve knows she came too,” Nat explained before pushing past him.

The bar looked like something out of a bar fight scene--at least without the fight. It was dim, there were pool tables, multiple booths, dart-boards on the walls, and random motorcycle related decorations that made it obvious it was a biker bar. Fun. The room was just below the point of being crowded, with the bar almost full and only a few tables empty. “Everyone here knows the bikers. That’s the only way people can get in,” Nat yelled to you over the music. She dragged you over to the crowded bar, sitting you down on one of the empty stools.

“Hey Tony!” She called the bartender. Tony turned to face the two of you, focusing more on you. “Tasha! Nice of you to join! I take it this is Y/N,” he said, motioning to you. You turned to Nat, surprised that she told your bartender friend about you. “The one and only,” Nat smirked, “Where’s Cap?” You suddenly felt someone else stand behind you. “Turn around and find out dollface,” a deep, baritone voice spoke. Nat almost jumped into the arms of the man who’d just joined you. So this was the boyfriend she told you about. The one she’d met about five or six months ago.The biker that got into an accident that a driver had caused and then tried to commit fraud on the insurance papers. The legal case that made her love her job as an attorney. Captain Handsome, she told you. She was right about him being handsome.

“So this is the infamous Y/N,” he said, turning his attention to you. “Infamous?” you questioned, turning to Nat, who just shrugged. “Well, Nat told me all about how the two of you are partners in crime,” he explained. You got a better look at him now. Distressed navy blue denim jeans with a black t-shirt tucked under a black leather jacket with a patch on the left side of his chest that said “Captain.” His blonde hair was a bit messy, but in a charming way and he was growing a hint of a beard on his chin.

“Ya, that’s me,” you confirmed, snapping out of your thoughts. He smiled, extending his hand out to you, “I’m Steve, but everyone here calls me Cap.” You shook his hand, “Nice to finally meet you, Captain Handsome.” His eyes widened as he let go of your hand and looked to Nat. “That’s how you talked about me to your friends?” he asked in surprise. Nat shrugged, “Would you have preferred me to say Mr. America’s Ass?” You had to suppress your laugh. Of course she would! Steve cleared his throat, “Ok, you ladies get something to drink and I’ll let the guys know you’re here.” With that, he turned and began to walk back to the booth he came from.

That’s when your eyes caught his. That handsome stranger you’d seen when you were examining the room. His eyes were on you since you'd arrived. You first noticed his eyes on you when Nat introduced you to Tony. Those steel blue eyes never left you for a second since you'd arrived. Maybe after a few drinks, you'd muster up enough liquid courage to approach him. Who knows. The night was still young, and those gorgeous blue eyes would still be on you for a while.

“We’ll start with four shots of your best vodka, Tones,” Nat ordered.

After a few drinks, you’d loosened up enough to start having some fun and meet the rest of the gang. “You ready to meet some bad influences?” Nat asked, taking her drink as she stood up. Tony made her a signature drink after she helped Steve with his case. He called it the black widow. “They can’t be worse than you,” you laughed, following her as she walked away from the bar and towards the booth full of bikers. Just like you suspected, steel-eyed-stranger was still looking at you. He shifted in his seat as he noticed you were getting closer. Was he anticipating you coming over?

“Hey fellas!” Nat exclaimed, standing a few feet from the table “This is Y/N.” Instantly, all seven men in leather jackets turned their attention to you and Nat. You shifted your stance awkwardly, waving your hand slightly. “She’s prettier than I thought,” one of them said. Nat gave him a look of disapproval, “Really Scott?” The guy sitting to his left punched his arm, making him whine. “Well she is!” he said, rubbing his arm. You rolled your eyes, playfully. “Welcome to the Tower,” Steve greeted, standing from his seat, “This is Bucky, Sam, Scott, Clint, T’challa, and Thor.” They each greeted you with a wave, nod, or their own form of acknowledgment. Except [him]. He just stared at you with a completely unreadable expression. Steve motioned for you to join them, letting you and Nat squeeze in.

Of course, you had to be sitting right next to that drop-dead handsome man you’d now know is named Bucky. He scooted to his left a bit for you to feel comfortable. You smiled at him appreciatively, looking deeply into those gorgeous blue eyes that made you think of the ocean after a storm. Absolutely beautiful. A conversation began within the booth, but you were too focused on Bucky to even realize what was going on. The way he smiled at you just added on to his beauty and made you never want to look away. That was until Nat got your attention.

“You gonna ask him to dance, or do you plan to make love to him with your eyes?” she whispered to you. Instantly, you whipped your head around to glare at her. “C’mon Cap, let’s dance the night away,” she said as she got up and began to take Steve to the dance floor. You turned back to Bucky, partly flustered by your friend’s shameless nature. Bucky chuckled slightly, offering his hand to you.

“May I have this dance?”

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A/N: I apologize if it comes out a little weird, Tumblr isn't working on my laptop so I have to post on my phone. Anyway, what did you guys think? Feel free to let me know as feedback is both accepted and encouraged. Thank you guys so much for reading💖 it really means a lot to me!! I don't really have much to say, but thanks for all your support and I hope you enjoyed today's long overdue Chapter. Expect Chapter three on Tuesday, June 2nd. I love you all, stay safe, and have a wonderful day!!!

Also, for some stupid reason, I can't edit the Masterlist from my phone, so please bear with me.

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UPDATE: 6/5/20

I didn’t originally put the taglists onto the second chapter (That’s on me, I take full responsibility for that), So I’m doing it now before I post chapter three. I’m so sorry for forgetting!! As always, stay safe, be careful, and stay proud! I love you all!!

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avintagekiss24 · 5 years

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Eyes Always Seeking [1/?]

Pairing: Dark!Biker!Bucky Barnes x Original Black Female Character

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Dub-Con/Non-Con, smut, rough sex

Summary: You head out into the middle of nowhere Texas to see your brother Sam, but end up getting into more than what you originally bargained for.

Word Count: 3645

A/N: Ok, so. This is a subject that I’ve NEVER ventured into before... but it’s kind of a thing for me. I’m kinda into it, so when I found this challenge, I wanted to try my hand at it. I totally understand for those of you that are not, so please, please, PLEASE keep scrolling if you have an issue with dubious consent and/or no consent. This could also turn into a series thing, because I have an idea for a second and possibly a third part, depending on how it’s received. Please be easy on me, i’m so nerouvousssssssssssss.

This was written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor 3000 followers #inthedark!challenge. The prompt is in bold.

PART TWO | SERIES MASTERLIST

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes scan the neon sign out front. Your windshield wipers dispel the water droplets that dribble across it as an old country song plays softly from your radio. You jump slightly as the loud roar of approaching Harley’s cracks through the still night. You grip the steering wheel with your hands, turning slightly in your seat to watch the pack of motorcycles pull into the parking lot. Big, gruff, bearded men, covered in tattoos and leather, disembark from their metal steeds and move inside the bar, their heavy boots scraping across the gravel lot.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, praying that you don’t get murdered tonight. You remove yourself from your car, jogging slightly as a few raindrops still fall from the passing storm. You move inside the bar, loud metal music hitting you in the face as soon as the door opens. Your dark eyes instantly start scanning the crowd as you clutch your jean jacket to your chest.

“Sis! Over here!”

Sam’s voice pulls your head left and you smile as soon as your eyes land on his cheerful face. He stands, his hands extended out as you walk toward him, falling into his chest, “Brother.”

“Baby sister! It’s been too long, city girl.” He kisses your forehead.

“You shouldn’t have moved out to bum-fuck. We could see each other more.” You smile back, your eyes still scanning the rough group around you, “I mean, this is certainly a change.”

Your brother was once a financial advisor, a partner at his firm. He drove an Audi, wore Armani suits on Saturdays, and wouldn’t leave the house without at least six or seven hundred dollars in cash, just in case something came up. A year ago, he gave it all up; quit his job, sold his car, and bought a farm in bum fuck Texas. He made new friends too, one’s who frequent the hell hole your currently standing in.

His laughter fills your ears. At least that hasn’t changed, “Stop lookin’ like that. You’re fine.”

“I feel like I’m gonna get lynched if I’m not careful.”

“Stop!” He laughs, bringing his beer to his lips, “You’re such a racist.”

Your mouth drops open as you push your finger into your chest, “I’m the racist? Really? They’ve probably never seen real black people before in their lives!”

He shrugs, “They don’t bother me and I’ve been coming here for a year. Sit down, shut up, and drink your beer, yuppie.”

You soon relax, as much as you can anyway, and share a few beers with your brother. You speak about your parents, off in Europe for the summer, your job, which you hate, and your love life, nonexistent. Sam’s met a pretty little farmer, Wanda, who’ll be joining the two of you in a while. You’re happy for him. He really seems happy out here in bum-fuck.

You’re on your fourth beer, spinning it slowly on the wooden table as drops of condensation slide down the neck of the bottle. Sam jokes and laughs with an older man, his long beard braided down to his bellybutton, chains hanging from his black leather vest.

“Sam Wilson, how the fuck are you?”

A new voice sounds from behind your brother, causing you both to turn toward it. Your lips part slightly as your eyes widen at the sight of this new man. He’s young, probably your age, his long dark hair pulled back into a low bun, loose tendrils falling around his face. He’s dressed in a leather jacket, black shirt and dark jeans, heavy boots covering his feet. Tattoos slither up his neck, a single gold earring hangs from his earlobe. His square chin and jaw is covered in a light stubble as he slaps hands with your brother and pulls him into a hug.

“Bucky Barnes! Long time no see.” Sam turns slightly, nudging you with his arm, “This is my baby sister.”

When the stranger shifts his eyes to you, you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You push hair behind your ear, dropping your eyes from him to the floor, your nerves making you laugh lightly. You flick your eyes back up to him to find him still staring at you, his face set seriously. You look away again. Something about him make you nervous.

“You got a name?” He asks after a second, his voice low.

You nod quickly, tucking more hair behind your ear, “Yeah, um, S-Sao-Saoirse.” You keep nodding, “Saoirse.”

He quirks his eyebrow, dropping his chin slightly, peering at you through his dark eyelashes, “Saoirse?”

“Mom and dad found out they were pregnant with her while vacationing in Ireland.” Sam adds, smirking at you, “But, just like her name, she’s a real weirdo.”

“Fuck you, Sam.” You scoff, swatting at his arm and rolling your eyes.

Bucky lets his eyes linger on you for a second or two more, before finally shifting his gaze back to your brother. You drop your head, letting out air from between your teeth as you pick at the label on your beer bottle. Heat rises in your cheeks as you shift again, suddenly more nervous than you had been all night. You glance up again and catch his eyes on you, staring at you with no emotion on his face or in his eyes.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your lips part again. Sam and a few others talk and laugh around the two of you, Bucky using their distraction to size you up. His piercing gaze drops from your face to your exposed legs as you sit with them crossed. He drags his eyes slowly up the length of your legs and licks his lips, his head cocking to the side. You push your hands down to your knees and calves, trying to cover them as much as you can. You clear your throat, moving your eyes around the bar again, hoping someone will pull his attention away from you.

You can’t help but slide your eyes back to him after a few seconds. He’s graduated up to your chest, not giving a damn that he’s making you uncomfortable. You move in your seat again, letting out a shaky breath as you pull the lapels of your jean jacket over one another. You’re suddenly cursing your choice of outfit, a low cut mustard yellow sundress, the one that if course barely covers your ass when you stand. If you lean forward enough, your breasts are on full display, if not spilling out of the garment entirely.

A devilish smile curls on his face as he snaps his eyes back up to yours. He rolls his head to the opposite side of his neck, the quick flash of humanity he showed falling from his face. Despite his eyes being a brilliant blue, there’s nothing but darkness in them as he ogles you. They dip to your chest again, his tongue farting out to sweep across his bottom lip. His mouth drops open and he presses his tongue against the back of his teeth. Slowly, provocatively, he sticks his tongue out, licking his upper lip as he gawks at you. You stand from the wooden barstool quickly, pulling at the bottom of your dress, pretending to not feel his cold stare on you.

“You okay?” Sam asks, turning his body toward you.

“Yeah, yeah, I just uh,” You stammer, “I just need the bathroom.”

Sam points toward the back of the bar and you take off without another word, clasping your jacket shut as move through people. You slam the rickety bathroom door behind you and lean up against it, closing your eyes and tilting your head toward the ceiling. You wave your hand at your face, trying to create some sort of quick breeze to cool you down. You start to shake as sweat prickles on the surface of your skin, holy shit.

You push away from the door and turn on the faucet, running your hands underneath the stream of water. You pat your face and neck with your wet fingers and dab at your skin with a paper towel before taking a step back to eye your reflection. You button up your jacket, covering your cleavage completely, and tuck more hair behind your ears. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, and reach for the door, pulling it open. You take a step or two before two hands grab you from behind. Within a second, you’re slammed up against the opposite wall, a sharp gasp falling from your lips.

Your mouth drops open as you stare back into the all too familiar pair of eyes of Bucky Barnes. You breathe heavily, your body starting to shake again as he places a hand by your head on the wall behind you. He doesn’t speak. He just stares at you, his lips ever so slightly quirked up in a smirk as his eyes travel up and down your face. He’s so close his nose brushes against yours, his hot, beer laden breath washing over your face.

He pulls back just enough to bring his beer to his lips. You let out audible breaths as he takes a swig of the cool liquid, his eyelids low as he keeps his eyes on you. He licks his lips once he’s finished, leaning back into you, his stubble brushing against your chin as he pins you to the wall.

“Saoirse.” Your name comes out slow and heavy.

You close your eyes, nodding as you swallow hard, “Yes.”

Bucky brings the beer back to his mouth, taking another drink. He turns his head to glance back at your table, Sam mostly, before bringing his full attention back to you. He brings his hand up and grabs some of your hair, running his fingers through it before playing with the ends. Fear rises in your chest as you break eye contact with him to stare over his shoulder. He leans in, pushing your head to the right with his nose as he takes a deep breath, filling his nostrils with your perfume and shampoo.

“You smell nice.”

You swallow again, your stomach rising into your throat as your breath becomes quick and harsh, “Th-thank you.”

He spreads your legs with his knee, pushing his lower half into yours as his fingers leave your hair. He drops his index finger to your chin before dragging it down your neck and chest before hooking it into your jacket. He lifts his eyes back toward yours, and smiles again. You blink furiously, your lip quivering as tears threaten to splash against your cheeks.

“Aww,” He coos condescendingly, “What’s wrong sugar?” You drop your head as much as you can, but his finger catches your chin, pushing it up harshly, “You don’t have manners? Answer me.”

“You’re scaring me.” You croak, your voice choppy and rushed as your lips tremble.

A tear makes it escape, sliding down your cheek slowly as you do everything you can to avoid eye contact with him. He cocks his head again and bites his bottom lip as another smile breaks onto his face. He’s enjoying this. He chuckles before humming quickly in happiness. He swipes at the tear with his thumb, brushing it away in one swift motion before running his calloused hand down your cheek. He grabs your chin and squeezes, forcing your head back straight so you can look at him. You whimper, and you swear you feel his dick twitch against your thigh.

“Yo Buck! How about a game of pool, huh?”

He snaps his head toward the voice and you take the opportunity to slide out from him. You walk quickly back to the table occupying your none-the-wiser brother, wrapping your arms around your waist, keeping your head down.

You grab your keys and start for the door, but Sam grabs your wrist, “Hey, hey, where you goin’?”

You force a smile on your face, glancing up at him, hoping your watery eyes don’t give you away, “I’m kinda tired, Sam.”

“Oh, come on, it’s early still! Wanda isn’t even here yet, I want you to meet her.”

“I can meet her in the morning. I am staying the weekend, you know.” You answer quickly, shifting your eyes toward Bucky, who know leans over a pool table. He stands up straight, lighting a cigarette before he catches your gaze, “Sam, please.”

Your brothers dark eyes bounce between yours, his forehead crunching as he squints, “Are you okay?”

You smile wider, trying to convince him. Your eyes dart to Bucky, then back to Sam, “Yes.”

He turns away from you, his eyes scanning the people around you, “Did someone touch you? I swear to fuck, I’ll-”

“Sam, I’m fine.” You reassure him, ignoring the constant leer of your unwanted companion, “I’ll see you back at your place, ok?”

Sam squints again but finally relents, leaning in and kissing your check, “Text me when you get there?”

You smile, moving out of Bucky’s eye line, “Of course.”

You move back outside, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket as you head straight to your car. You’re almost there, pulling out the hand that grasps your keys. You hear the door click as it unlocks, and you reach for the door handle, feeling the metal under your fingertips. You stop, closing your eyes as a cool Texas breeze whips around you. You let out a breath, then suck in some air again. It’s only then do you realize the dampness between your legs.

You open your eyes, staring over the top of your car into the dim lit parking lot. You shift and squeeze your thighs together, a sharp jolt of electricity shooting through you. The fear in your chest, your shaky limbs, your dry mouth ass start to confuse you as the symptoms twist and turn into something else. This is arousal. The ghost feeling of his stubble on your skin makes your stomach tighten as your clit begins to ache. The rough denim of his jeans that rubbed against the inside of your thigh as he pinned you to the wall with his body makes your chest swell with lust and panic.

The entire scene was oddly erotic. His hot beer breath, his hand squeezing your face, the tears that threatened to spill… you’d never felt this way before. You’ve never had attention forced on you before. In the moment, it was terrifying but now? You’re body obviously doesn’t seem to mind.

You shake your head, pushing the thoughts away as you try and snap back to your senses. This isn’t right. What happened to you in there, wasn’t right. You shouldn’t feel this way. You flush with embarrassment, feeling it in the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You feel dirty for even entertaining it.

You pull on the door handle, pulling it open when suddenly, you’re violently pushed back into it. You’re whipped around, coming face to face with your attacker. You struggle against him, slapping and pushing, but to no avail. He grabs your hands and pins them to behind you to your car, his large hand clasping both your wrists.

“I’m gonna scream Bucky!” You warn, “I mean it!”

“The fuck you will.” He hisses, grabbing your chin.

Audible breaths fall from your mouth as your eyes bounce wildly between his. You don’t scream. You just stand there, pinned up against your car panic swells in your chest. Bucky peers back at you for a few seconds, before crashing his lips to yours. You groan loudly, trying to turn your head from side to side to get away from his invasive mouth. He pulls you from the car before he slams you back into it with a thud, pushing his leg between yours once more as you scream tightly.

He pulls back with a loud smack, leaving your mouth open as you drag in deep breaths of air. Your lips are swollen from the hard kiss, wetness splashing against your thighs as your arousal grows from the terror. Bucky stares back at you, a wild, dangerous look in his eye. He drops his line of sight to your jacket before lifting his eyes back to you, his own breath ragged as his chest rises and falls a little harder and faster. He tightens his grip on your hands before reaching up to violently rip open your jacket, the small silver buttons falling to the ground as they break.

He digs his hand into the top of your dress, pushing his fingers along your skin until they graze over your thick nipple. You hiss as he pinches the thick skin harshly, slamming your eyes shut as the sudden pain rips through you. He brings his hot mouth to your neck, sucking on your skin as his tongue darts out to lick at you.

He bites down without warning, and you nearly jump out of your skin. You push your hips into his as you let out a long, fluid moan.You bite your bottom lip as you begin to grind your hips against his thigh, your clit throbbing at the sensation of the denim. Bucky pulls back again, pulling your weight from the car and dragging you to the passengers side so he can keep his eye on the door of the bar.

He pushes you back against the car, grabbing your thigh and lifting it to crane your leg around his hip. His fingers reach underneath your dress, skimming along your soaked satin panties, another chuckle rumbling through his chest, “So fucking wet baby.” He mumbles.

He pulls the pale blue underwear from your waist harshly, ripping them totally. He stuffs the remnants of the material into his back pocket before unbuttoning his jeans, pulling his hard cock free. He slams into you without warning. You cry out, craning your head toward the sky as you throw your hands around his neck and shoulders to help steady yourself. Bucky covers your mouth with his hand, silencing you as he pulls out and slams back into you again.

“Don’t make a fucking sound. Hear me?”

His pace is fast and unforgiving as you groan into the palm of his hand. You bounce with his rhythm, your back sliding up and down the door of your car as he fucks you. You hold tightly onto his leather jacket as he leans into you, scratching at your jawline with his teeth. He sinks his teeth into your neck again and not even his palm can stifle the sound that erupts from you. It’s low and guttural, almost animalistic as the pain shoots through you.

The sound draws a scratchy grunt from Bucky, his hand slipping from your mouth and up into your hair, “Didn’t I tell you to keep your filthy mouth shut?” He asks, pulling your hair roughly.

You stifle the scream that scratches at your throat from the pain that prickles in your scalp. His hips continue to push into you, rough and fast, his thickness spreading and stretching your muscles as you feel each thrust in your stomach. A hand wraps around your neck, putting pressure on your airway as the other slinks around your waist. His fingernails scratch at your skin as he digs his digits into your flesh, squeezing so hard that you know you’ll have bruises after.

You feel dizzy; chills flood your body as your release begins to build. Jolts of electricity bounce within your stomach, your muscles tightening and flexing with every stroke. You dig your fingers into the leather of his jacket as tears slide down your cheeks from the force of his hips. He rocks into you again and your orgasm erupts, coursing through you with reckless abandon.

Your clit pulses as your walls clench around him. Liquid drips down your thighs as you come and splashes on the gravel below your foot. Within seconds, Bucky spurts into you, filling your sex with hot, white ribbons of his seed. He falls against you, the stubble on his cheeks cutting into your face and neck as you both breathe heavily.

You stand motionless, Bucky still buried to his hilt in your wetness, your leg still thrown around his hip. You stare out onto the parking lot, the gravity of what just happened heating your skin. Your hands fall to your sides as he leans back, removing his weight from your body. He pulls out of you unceremoniously and tucks himself back into his jeans, dropping your leg. You link eyes with him, your face hot with embarrassment and shame, your limbs shaky as he peers back at you.

Without a word, he walks off back toward the bar, digging into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. He pulls one out with his teeth, stopping and turning slightly as he lifts his hands to cover the tip with one and flicking open his gold lighter with the other. Another tear slips down your cheek as you watch him, frozen in your fear as he lights the cigarette. He cuts his eyes back toward you, expels a puff of smoke, and then turns away, moving back inside the bar.

You clutch your jacket in your fingers, covering your chest as you hurry back to the drivers side and fall into the seat. You slam the door closed and grip the steering wheel with both hands as water floods your eyes. You let out deliberate, shaky breaths as your vision tunnels in front of you. You close your eyes, flexing your fingers as you try and calm down.

So fucking wet, baby.

Your eyes pop back open. You squeeze your legs together. A jolt of electricity shoots through you. You bite your bottom lip as you blink slowly.

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Skeletons in the Closet-Two

Biker!Neighbor!Steve Rogers x Wealthy!Good Girl!Reader High School Au

Warnings-Swearing, sandals, attempted kidnapping, kidnapping, cheating, smoking, drinking, alcoholics, drug addicts, bullying, illegitimate children, abuse, and violence

With all the money the Mitchel’s have, many assume their lives are as picture perfect as they seem. Behind the glamorous vacations, luxurious mansion, and success that everyone sees, their lives are far from it. The only heir to the fortune, their perfect daughter Y/N, faces the worst of it. Beneath her perfectly curled hair and her flawless grades, is a closet full of skeletons just waiting to get out.

Their next door neighbor, Steven Grant Rogers, is far from your typical boy next door. He wore a leather jacket rather than button ups, sweat shirts, and tees like the boys in the movies. He opted for a smirk rather than a sweet smile. And to top it all off he chose a motorcycle over whatever you’d picture a cute boy in. But then again, Steve Rogers wasn’t cute, he was irresistible.

Atleast to most girls. Y/N refuses to give into the boy that likes to cloud her thoughts. The last thing she needs is a biker added to the list of things to keep from the media. A lot is expected from the heiress, and at the top of the list, right under taking over the empire, is having the perfect image. A hot, dirty biker is the last thing her image needs. However, her needs differ greatly from those of her image. And compared to everything else she keeps hidden, the media wouldn’t give Steve a second thought.

Besides being private and attended by the offspring of the wealthy, your high school was much like any other. Maybe it was all a bit nicer, but it still had many of the same problems. Your gym and locker always had a smell, regardless of how recently it was all redone or how often it was clean. For example, yours had been redone again last year and is cleaned daily, but still smells like dirty socks and sweat. There are cliques, not quite as extreme as many movies show them to be, but everyone has a group. You have yours, which primarily consists of those that actually give a shit about earning the future set out before them. You were all 4.0 students with a company or brand just waiting for you to reach a certain age. And lastly, your school still had bullies. Your eyes flick to where the cheerleaders were sitting, specifically Jackie Erickson. She gets her kicks from tormenting you, primarily because there is nothing you could do about it. As if she could hear your thoughts, she shoots a glance your way, still hanging all over the jock in her lap. Trevor Andrews. He was on the football team and that's where your knowledge of him ended. He and Jackie had been inseparable for the last week or so, which meant his time is about up. She never keeps them around for long.

You look away, trying to avoid any of Jackie’s attention but in the process turn to meet another set of eyes. These ones are crystal blue and even more stunning up close. Steve Rogers had his own group. Everyone knew their names. Bucky Barnes is his best friend and never far when there’s trouble. Everyone knows Sam Wilson, he’s friendly with a smart mouth that either gets him out of trouble into it, figuring out which is like flipping a coin. A good portion of the school is afraid of Natasha Romanova. She’s known to be a bit ruthless and has been arrested more than a few times but her dad is a big shot lawyer that manages to get her out of the trouble she’s always in. She’s practically in Bucky’s lap which leads you to believe they’re dating again. They’re one of those couples that are in an endless cycle of on again and off again. You and Nat were best friends in elementary school but faded apart as you grew and became such different people. You’re ready to continue scanning their group when a voice is cleared next to you.

“You’re staring,” Wanda chuckles. Wanda has been by your side all through high school. Your fathers are business associates which means the two of you will still be working together as adults when you take over. Wanda’s situation was a bit different because she and her twin brother, Pietro, are both set to inherit Maximoff Incorporated.They would be partners in everything which is beyond frustration for Wanda. Her brother isn’t as driven or focused on their future. In fact, he was probably behind the school with his friends at the very moment smoking. He’s befriended a handful of potheads and they aren’t very good at hiding it, even at school. You didn’t have anything against them, more the fact that they’re throwing away everything they have. Half of this lifestyle is the image others see.

Yours, for example, is very put together. Your hair is always in soft curls, typically pinned back around your temples, and you keep a simple but shimmery makeup look. It was a bit of a hassle but your mother insisted on creating your own brand. She also makes sure your clothing sticks with it. Everything you own is neutral and soft. Colors primarily white, cream, light pink, and occasionally a light gray. You were allowed jeans as long as they were a light wash or a dark wash, no in between and definitely no holes.

“I need to run to my locker,” You stand quickly and smooth down your skirt, “See you at lunch?’ Wanda nods and you’re off. The day had barely started and you were already to be alone on your balcony underneath the stars.

You find your locker, quickly turning the combination. As you’re opening it, a hand above you presses it closed. You turn to find your body enclosed by Steve Roger’s. His black leather jacket back and hanging open to reveal his whit tee, sunglasses hanging from the neckline.

“Hey, doll,” He whispers, “I couldn’t find you after our little exchange Friday.”

“I left,” You say through your clenched teeth, trying not to think about how amazing he smells. Or how gorgeous he is this close.

His smirk grows, “You know I would have been more than happy to give you a ride.” You glare back but have to crane your neck a bit due to his height. “On my bike.”

“Maybe next time,” You bite out, pushing him back and reopening your locker to get your binder and a pen. This time when you turn around, Steve is gone.

“Having fun with biker boy, are we?” You hear Jackie’s voice and flinch a little. She steps in front of you, “How would that make daddy feel?” She pauses, expecting a response. She won’t get one. You stopped responding years ago, sick of giving her the satisfaction. She twirls a black strand of her hair, “Tell him hi for me.” With that she struts down the hallway and you roll your eyes at her antics.

Too long later, you’re finally home and out of that hellhole. Changing into some silk shorts and a matching tank, you put on your thin robe and step out onto your balcony with a book. You’d finished the homework for the week ahead of you and now had some you time. You have a lounger off to one side which has been your designated reading spot for years now.

In no time, you’ve dozed off, your book spread across your chest, until the sound of something hits the ground next to you. You’re instantly awake but manage to keep your eyes shut, slowly cracking them to see what was happening. Someone had just jumped over your balcony.

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jess, can u please do a librarian/avid reader au for samsharon?

Listen. Listen. It wasn’t like Sam planned on visiting the library as often as he actually did, but in his defense, the books that were checked out were really good.

But also, he gets to see a librarian named Sharon, who is ruthless in her pursuit to reorganize their archaic system that Sam only knows by heart because of being dragged by his older sister when she wanted to study for her college exams.

Sharon wears one piece of white on her body at all times. She says it’s her favorite color because it’s all the colors. She has white high heels, white skirts, and a white turtleneck sweater as far as he’s seen so far. She’s also very funny and writes little notes in the books that she likes.

He gets recommendations from her, and stays glued to the pages like it’s all he does. He just can’t help shake the feeling as he’s reading that Sharon laughed at all the same parts, or wrote down some quote that she adored. But maybe she doesn’t. (But it’s a nice sentiment.)

Eventually, they start talking about the books and what they both like from other genres of media.

So sue him. He gets a little bit of a crush.

“You’re going to the library an awful lot, aren’t you?” Bucky asks, grinning.

“Sorry I love being literate,” Sam snaps back. “Besides, it’s not like I see you reading. Maybe you’ll waste away from losing your ability to read. I can see it now, Steve’ll probably help you.”

“Oh screw you,” Bucky teases. “Also, put coffee on the grocery list, I think Bruce used the last of it on those espresso brownies.”

“Worth it.”

Sharon recently has found out that her roommate/coworker Maria has found out about Sam Wilson, who never turns in his books late unless his friend Steve forgets, Sam, who always comes in that very-very-very nice leather jacket, which makes up for the fact that he rides a loud motorcycle. (Even though that’s a thing she has a thing for, and he takes good care of the books--even repaired a badly damaged paperback.)

“Oh my god, just ask him on a date,” Maria says. “It’s not that hard.”

“Not all of us have the self-confidence in ability of flirtation and relationship as you,” Sharon says. “I think that’s so crazy, that you just went up to Pepper and asked her if she wanted to accompany you to dinner.”

“I promised a good dinner.”

“I’ll think of something.”

She researches various methods, because she can do that. But also, it’s kind of fun and doesn’t stress her out as much if she’s looking at it differently.

Eventually, she decides to do something that could be not seen at all.

She recommends him a book. It’s a murder-mystery, so he’ll be hooked. At the end, she leaves a note:

Thought discussion would be better over a nice dinner. Let me know if you’re interested.

She doesn’t care if it’s cheesy or stupid or something else because dammit she thought of that idea.

Sam’s sucked into the mystery when he gets it on a truly rainy day. It’s not even a good rainy day, because it’s pouring and everything is humid and really? Now? He looks like trash in front of Sharon (yay.) and she of course looks beautiful as usual.

But he reads the book all day, because his work got cancelled because of the weather. (He was going to be outside today, glad he wasn’t.)

He finds the note tucked in the back, the familiar script. He grins as he types in the number.

definitely interested in the nice dinner, couldn’t think of anyone more perfect to go with

then it’s a date ;)

#listen....idiots in love #samsharon #sharon is a NICE librarian #but also....i could do a reverse on this #i think i could if anyone wanted #lovelyirony writes #sam wilson #sharon carter #also sam on a motorcycle? consider me weak #sharon's a badass duh #library au #librarian au #i love this so much

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chalantness · 5 years

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First of all, THANK YOU to everyone who participated in the Summer Sendoff!

(What’s this? For anyone who might have missed out on the original post, voting is closed but you can still read all about it here!)

Second of all, here are the results!

Remember: every prompt and ship is getting some love! The first tier of winners each get a 2,500-4,000 word fanfic, the second tier of winners each get a bullet point fic (here’s an example), and the third tier of winners each get a lengthy headcanon blurb that will be at least a paragraph long + a moodboard (here’s an example). Additionally, a few randomly chosen fanfic or bullet fic winners will also be getting a moodboard or mini playlist as a surprise!

Once it gets closer to September, I’ll post a calendar for this event so you can know what to expect.

Now, onto the results:

bruce/selina

bruce and selina’s first dance (from this prompt) - 2,500-4,000 word fic

smut with pregnant!selina (from this prompt) - 2,500-4,000 word fic

double date with clark and lois - bullet point fic

bruce, selina, and helena wayne through the years - bullet point fic

selina giving bruce a lap dance (from this prompt) - moodboard + headcanon

peter/shuri

their first meeting after “endgame” (from this prompt) - 2,500-4,000 word fic

disneyland date (inspired by this post) - bullet point fic

lemonade date (inspired by this interview) - bullet point fic

summer camp au and/or forced to share a bed au (from this prompt) - moodboard + headcanon

bucky/wanda

bodyguard bucky and lady-in-waiting wanda from the romanogers modern royal ‘verse (inspired by this gifset) - 2,500-4,000 word fic

instagram (inspired by this edit) - 2,500-4,000 word fic

wanda in bucky’s leather jacket (inspired by this photo) - bullet point fic

coney island date (inspired by this edit) - bullet point fic

bucky is a single parent and wanda is his daughter’s kindergarten teacher (from this post) - bullet point fic

wanda and bucky at the beach (inspired by this photo) - moodboard + headcanon

one night stand + bucky being jealous of vision (from this prompt) - moodboard + headcanon

sex “every hour” (inspired by this interview) - moodboard + headcanon

other ships

tony stark/pepper potts - 2,500-4,000 word fic

sam wilson/maria hill - 2,500-4,000 word fic

peter quill/gamora - bullet point fic

t’challa/nakia - bullet point fic

thor/sif - bullet point fic

arthur curry/mera - bullet point fic

thor/carol danvers - bullet point fic

thor/valkyrie - bullet point fic

sam wilson/sharon carter - bullet point fic

barry allen/kara danvers - bullet point fic

thor/maria hill - moodboard + headcanon

oliver queen/kara danvers - moodboard + headcanon

roy harper/thea queen - moodboard + headcanon

barry allen/thea queen - moodboard + headcanon

steve/natasha

steve secretly knows russian (from this prompt) - 2,500-4,000 word fic

pro hockey star steve and figure skater nat au (inspired by this post) - 2,500-4,000 word fic

steve stripping nat of her combat suit (from this prompt) - 2,500-4,000 word fic

james and tatiana rogers learning about their parents in school (from this prompt) - 2,500-4,000 word fic

steve and nat honeymoon in wakanda (from this prompt) - bullet point fic

baby james rogers and steve’s shield (from this prompt) - bullet point fic

“endgame” au in which steve takes natasha on vacation during the five-year time skip (from this prompt) - bullet point fic

childhood friends au + “married for a month” social experiment au (inspired by these posts) - bullet point fic

peter parker babysitting james rogers and morgan stark (requested by an anon) - bullet point fic

motorcycle sex (from this prompt) - bullet point fic

office smut (from this prompt) - bullet point fic

table smut (from this post) - bullet point fic

sarah laurel rogers learning about natasha’s sacrifice in school (from this prompt and this prompt) - moodboard + headcanon

nat interacting with sarah rogers’ spirit (from this prompt) - moodboard + headcanon

steve pays special attention to nat’s slug scar during sex (from this prompt) - moodboard + headcanon

sarah helping nat through her pregnancy in the suburb ‘verse (from this prompt) - moodboard + headcanon

Hey!

What happened to those six sexy words, round vi prompts that I never got to

Don’t worry, they are automatically being included in this event as either a bullet point fic or a 700-1,000 word prompt fill. Many of the prompts will be overlapped together seeing as a lot of the same phrases were requested, but I will still be including at least one fill for every ship requested.

Once again, A BIG THANK YOU to all of you darlings, whether you voted in the sendoff or not - because you are my encouragement and inspiration every day!

#romanogers #batcat #winterwitch #peturi #chanty's summer sendoff #chanty updates

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ao3feed-jaydick · 5 years

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Infect Me With Your Lovin' (Fill Me With Your Poison)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2oF7K0x

by LostandLonelyBirds (RUNNFROMTHEAK)

As Roy likes to say behind his back with Kory, there are four things that make up who Jason Todd is:

1 – Jason Todd is a reformed street rat adopted by the Drakes (yes, the uber-wealthy sometimes competitors sometimes partners of one Bruce Wayne) 2 – Jason Todd is the epitome of the overused “bad boy with a heart of gold” trope (yes, he rode motorcycles and wore leather jackets, and yes, he also read Shakespeare and Austen and Poe, they weren’t mutually exclusive things morons) 3 – Jason Todd is completely and utterly in love with (1) Dick Grayson-Wayne (yes, the ultra-ultra-hot, totally out of his league, gymnast slash mathlete slash cheer captain slash ex-acrobat slash future valedictorian) 4 – Jason Todd had a never-before-inserted dick (not Dick Grayson, his dick, like, the thing attached to his lower regions. He was a virgin okay?!)

Words: 5764, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types, Young Justice (Cartoon), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Koriand'r, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake (mentioned), Jack Drake (mentioned), Janet Drake (mentioned), Rose Wilson (mentioned), Midnighter (mentioned), Jade Nguyen (mentioned)

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Roy Harper & Koriand'r, Roy Harper/Koriand'r (background), Tim Drake/Conner Kent (background), Jason Todd & Tim Drake

Additional Tags: First Time Blow Jobs, First Time Topping, Loss of Virginity, Flirting, Fake it till you make it somehow works, Jason is as suprised as you, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Alternate Universe - High School, but it has a twist, Virgin Jason Todd, Thot Dick Grayson, Past Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Past Dick Grayson/Roy Harper, Past Dick Grayson/Midnighter - Freeform, Past Jason Todd/Rose Wilson/Midnighter, Attempt at Humor, attempt at fluff, Pining, Pining Jason Todd, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Condoms, Lube, I don't know how to write smut, okay?, Dare I tag it???, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, how did I write this??, Top Jason Todd, Biting, marking kink, Bottom Dick Grayson

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2oF7K0x

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jaydick #dcu

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ao3jaydickfeed · 5 years

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by LostandLonelyBirds (RUNNFROMTHEAK)

As Roy likes to say behind his back with Kory, there are four things that make up who Jason Todd is:

Words: 5764, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types, Young Justice (Cartoon), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Roy Harper & Koriand'r, Roy Harper/Koriand'r (background), Tim Drake/Conner Kent (background), Jason Todd & Tim Drake

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jaydick #jason todd/dick grayson

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lostandlonelybirds · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types, Young Justice (Cartoon), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Roy Harper & Koriand'r, Roy Harper/Koriand'r (background), Tim Drake/Conner Kent (background), Jason Todd & Tim Drake Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Koriand'r, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake (mentioned), Jack Drake (mentioned), Janet Drake (mentioned), Rose Wilson (mentioned), Midnighter (mentioned), Jade Nguyen (mentioned) Additional Tags: First Time Blow Jobs, First Time Topping, Loss of Virginity, Flirting, Fake it till you make it somehow works, Jason is as suprised as you, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Alternate Universe - High School, but it has a twist, Virgin Jason Todd, Thot Dick Grayson, Past Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Past Dick Grayson/Roy Harper, Past Dick Grayson/Midnighter - Freeform, Past Jason Todd/Rose Wilson/Midnighter, Attempt at Humor, attempt at fluff, Pining, Pining Jason Todd, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Condoms, Lube, I don't know how to write smut, okay?, Dare I tag it???, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, how did I write this??, Top Jason Todd, Biting, marking kink, Bottom Dick Grayson Summary:

As Roy likes to say behind his back with Kory, there are four things that make up who Jason Todd is:

Written for the wonderful

@nightwingvixen23!!!!!

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nitrowin-blog · 5 years

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Selling my vintage Wilsons Leather moto jacket collection, including this "Legends of the Road High Performance racing" moto jacket from Wilson's 1989 'Moto Club' collection. It's cream colored Leather with blue and red racing stripes down the arms, loads of flat metal stud detailing, zip front closure w/snap collar, silky cream colored quilted lining w/finish line checkered flag accents, and has a motorcycle graphic on the back surrounded by "Legends of the Road High Performance racing " logo. It's 30 YEARS OLD this year, and in PRISTINE condition!!! ***I'm also selling one for a friend, so I have it available in sizes Small and Medium! Please share it with anyone/everyone that you think might appreciate it, and thanks for checking it out! I'm also selling my 'REBEL', 'Drag Race ignition systems', 'Led Zepplin', 'The Who', 'fluer-de-lis freedom cross', 'Rocker', '1992 concert series' and a few more, a lot are posted now:)

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green-eyeddragonfanfiction · 6 years

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War of Attrition: Chapter 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader Summary: Best friends with Steve Rogers, renowned Howling Commando, and married to one James Buchanan Barnes, your life wasn’t perfect, but it was as close as it could possibly be in the middle of World War II. Then you fell from a train in the Alps, and everything changed. You spent nearly 70 years as a tool of Hydra alongside your beloved, though your past with him was more often than not forgotten. Washington D.C. is left reeling after the events of CA:TWS, but you don’t have time to stop and stare. The love of your life is still missing and it’s possible your best friend is dead along with him. If you have anything to say about it, neither of those thing will ever come true. Warnings: Swearing (always), blood, violence, theft (so much theft jfc) Word Count: ~4,380 A/N: I lied. There’s Bucky in this chapter.

Masterlist // Book One // Book Two

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Natalia said your name was (Y/N). She also called you Mashenka. Hydra called you Asset and Winter Soldier and Soldat, but those weren’t right.

The only thing that came to mind that felt like it fit was the thing the other Soldier called you sometimes when none of the guards were around and no one could overhear him but you.

Мой Мир. My World.

You felt your mouth tug up at the corner. The expression- a small smirk- felt wrong on your face. Unnatural. Like it didn’t belong.

You shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Then you bashed out the window with your foot, gave Natalia a small wave goodbye, and threw yourself backwards out of the building.

You ducked into the nearest corner shop you could find. The young woman at the front counter had her eyes glued to the screen behind her, her mouth agape as she watched the helicarriers sink into the Potomac... or, in the second one’s case, into the Triskelion.

According to the reporter, no explanation had been given yet. Because no one had any reports of Steve or Bucky, you assumed they were still duking it out on the last helicarrier that was slowly falling towards the river. Its repulsor turbines were failing from the damage sustained when the carriers began firing on each other a short time earlier.

The poor clerk didn’t notice you throw a novelty bottle opener at the security camera, destroying its screen without so much as glancing at it. Satisfied you wouldn’t be recorded, you grabbed the least offensive clothing you could find (seriously, why did everything have I ❤️ DC written all over it?) along with a handful of lighters and ducked into the questionably sanitary bathroom in the back. You tossed your uniform into the trash and scrubbed your face of leftover blood from the fight.

The clothing was woefully flimsy against your skin and the jeans were tight enough to occasionally catch on your leg plates, but you made do. The few pulse bombs you had left got shoved in your back pockets because the damn jeans didn’t have front pockets. You threw the handful of lighters into the bin and sparked them aflame, wincing as the giant fireball began eating up the black leather and flexible carbon polymer.

You were out the door a split second before the smoke alarm went off. That, at least, had caught the clerk’s attention. She was obviously panicked, which you couldn’t exactly blame her for. Giant airships were falling from the sky mere blocks from her. You tugged a pair of shoes from the rack and slipped them on. While she was busy mishandling the fire extinguisher in the bathroom you grabbed one of the gaudy pink backpacks from the wall and shoved it full of a shirt, pair of pants, and shoes big enough to fit the Soldier.

With one last wince backwards you left the store and made a beeline for the Potomac.

You pulled your “borrowed” motorbike to a halt at the edge of the river and activated backscatter, searching for anything. Any sign of Steve or Bucky. If it was Steve you’d make sure he was alive and if it was Bucky...

Well, it depended on what state you found him in.

It came as a wave of relief when you saw movement a little farther upstream.

Bucky was dragging Steve from the Potomac.

Even from this distance, you could see Steve was alive, if breathing weakly.

Bucky had saved Steve from a watery grave. Bucky hadn’t killed him. He’d broken at least some of Hydra’s programming.

You raced forward on the bike, watching as the Soldier tensed as he heard you approach. They were hidden relatively well by the bushes, but the leaves meant little to your backscatter.

You screeched to a halt and stopped long enough to kick the stand up before you were crashing through the bushes, completely ignoring the branches as they scratched against your arms and face.

Bucky whirled to face you, gun drawn and clutched tightly in his left hand. His right arm was clutched carefully to his chest. He had the look of a wild animal about him, wounded and ready to strike.

But then you smiled at him, tentative and hopeful, and his hand dropped to his side. His gaze was painfully open and wondering as he stared at you, a dozen emotions flashing across his face.

“(Y/N)?” he whispered, his voice hardly louder than a whisper.

Until that exact moment, you hadn’t been sure what you’d find when you approached him. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest as you nodded, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes.

“Yeah, Buck. Yeah, it’s me,” you said, voice strangled as you attempted to contain your emotions.

But when he closed the distance between you in a few short strides and wrapped his arms around you, you couldn’t help the sob that escaped your lips as you wrapped your arms around him.

He shushed you gently and pulled back just enough so he could tilt his head down and capture your lips with his. Your tears tasted salty but Bucky didn’t even seem to notice. As far as you could tell, the only thing that existed in that moment was you. His lips were as soft as you remembered and your tongues tangled together in a well-practiced but long forgotten dance.

You broke away even though it nearly killed you to do so.

“We have to go, Buck. Is Steve okay?” you asked, glancing to the unconscious blond on the bank a few yards/meters away.

Bucky only had eyes for you, his bright blue orbs searching your face as though you were a thing of wonder. It made your heart throb and it took every ounce of your willpower not to fall back into his touch. “He’s okay, he’s taken worse,” he said. His arm slid down your side and you shivered as the cold metal rubbed against your thin jacket.

“I brought a change of clothes. Switch out of your uniform while I jury rig a beacon for Natalia and Wilson. Don’t wanna leave him here by himself,” you said, shouldering off the bright pink backpack. It wasn’t exactly inconspicuous, but it didn’t need to be at the moment. Most people had their focus on the Triskelion and the helicarriers turning into modern art on the opposite riverbank.

You resisted the urge to watch him change and instead set to work dismantling the communication device you found on Steve. It had likely been attached to a secure line, but the damage from his fight with Bucky and the river hadn’t done it any favors in terms of functionality.

Still, you’d yet to meet a piece of technology you couldn’t fix. This case was no different and by the time Bucky was joining you, looking a little ridiculous in high top shoes, baggy jeans, and the most unflattering long t-shirt you’d ever had the displeasure of looking at with your own two eyes (they didn’t exactly have a large selection. It was summer, after all), you’d repaired it to working condition

He helped you up from your spot next to Steve and you took it gratefully even as you eyed his right arm in concern.

“He dislocate it?” you asked, nodding your head towards the arm in question.

Bucky shook his head. “Broke it.”

You frowned. That would make everything harder.

“Nearly broke my leg, too,” he said sullenly, glaring down at his friend. “Damn punk.”

You nearly cracked a smile at that. It sounded right coming from his mouth, like a term of endearment or a nickname rather than an insult. However, you had more pressing issues to worry about than long-buried memories. “We have to go. Now. That beacon’s set to go off in two minutes and we don’t want to be anywhere near it when it activates.”

You wrapped your arm around his waist and threw his good arm over your shoulder. The walk to the motorcycle was short but Bucky still stumbled once or twice along the way. The fact that he managed to dress himself in his state, much less pull Steve from the river, was impressive. You hopped on the bike first and waited for him to get settled behind you. The bike was still on so you tilted it upright and kicked the stand up and, just like that, you were off.

“There’s one other issue,” you said over the dull roar of wind rushing past you. You weren’t going that fast, eager to avoid drawing any attention and keeping a close eye out of cameras you wanted to avoid. You needed to find a place to bunker down, and fast.

“What?” Bucky asked, his metal arm wrapped securely around your waist. From the way he tensed every few moments you knew his arm and leg were bothering him more than he’d let on earlier.

“Our prosthetics. They have built-in trackers. We need to get somewhere secure, preferably with tools, so I can remove them while Hydra is still scrambling. If we wait too long they’ll track us, I’m sure of it.”

“Damnit,” Bucky muttered. You could tell he was trying to keep his eyes peeled for danger, but any place near here would be dangerous, still crawling with Hydra and SHIELD (which were, for your intents and purposes, the same thing: enemies). You needed to get out of the city, and fast.

“We’re going for a ride, sweetheart. Can you hold out for a while?” you asked, throwing a worried glance over your shoulder.

Bucky set his jaw stubbornly and nodded.

“Let me know if I need to stop,” you said, concern furrowing your brow.

Bucky’s eyes only blazed with determination. “You won’t have to.” He squeezed you gently and placed a kiss between your shoulder blades that had you practically melting back into his arms.

“Stubborn old man.”

“You love me.”

“I do.”

“I love you, too.”

You drove north through the city then west as soon as you were far enough up the river to avoid the worst of the traffic and mayhem.

You kept going until it was starting to get dark out and you were running low on gas. When you had barely an eighth of a tank left you pulled into the lot of an old, run-down auto shop. The roll-down doors had holes in the small windows and graffiti covered nearly every inch of the yellowed glass out front.

You pulled around back and barely a second after you killed the engine Bucky hopped off the bike and walked to the door. A quick twist with his metal hand broke the chain keeping the door locked. It swung open with a rusty creak that had you wincing and thankful that there wasn’t anything around for a few hundred feet.

The two of you slipped into the garage and you were surprised to see most of the tools were still around. Whoever owned this place obviously didn’t care much about the worth of the things still inside it. You likely would only need the tools stashed in your legs, but it was nice to have the options.

“Me or you first, Doll?” Bucky asked, glancing back at you as he opened the door to the small office overlooking the shop.

“You. If they come for us I can get away. You can’t, not in your state. If they can track you in the condition you’re in right now you’ll be caught,” you said, gently pushing him towards the couch. You grabbed the rickety chair from behind the messy dust-covered desk and yanked it towards the couch where Bucky had already sat. You sneezed as a cloud of dust flew into the air, disturbed by Bucky’s less than graceful flop onto the cushions.

“Trackers first, then we’ll set your arm.” You flicked your eyes to backscatter and eyed his arm, nodding in approval of what you saw. “It’s healing correctly, but we’ll splint it just to make sure you don’t mess it up.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Got it. Trackers now,” he said, shoving his left arm out to you. You crossed your left leg over your knee then took his arm in your lap. Your leg panels pulled back at the touch of your fingertips and you pulled out your tools, giving Bucky one last glance before you set to work on his arm.

An hour later two trackers lay hidden in the walls of the building. They would lead Hydra on a goose chase to this place and give you and the Soldier more time to escape.

“As soon as I splint this we have to move again. They’ll be coming here as soon as they regroup. I’d like to not be here when they arrive. They know we’ve gone rogue and they’ll bring everything they have to recapture us and-”

Bucky cut off your words by leaning up and kissing you softly on the lips. To your dismay a small whine of happiness escaped your lips as your heart fluttered in your chest. Bucky leaned back enough to be able to look you in the eyes, his blue eyes sparkling in the dim light of the auto shop’s office. His metal fingers tangled themselves in your hair and scratched gently against your scalp. You closed your eyes at the feeling and some of the tension left your shoulders.

“It’s going to be okay, (Y/N). We’re together again,” he whispered as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.

You gave him a warm smile that you only half felt. “You’re right, Buck,” you murmured, fighting back tears as you leaned forward and sealed your mouth to his in a soft kiss that had him sighing against your lips.

You couldn’t tell him. Not yet. Not here.

You knew how he’d react if you told him you were leaving and you couldn’t risk leaving him here by himself.

Bucky was reclining lazily in the passenger seat of an old sedan whose paint was so faded the original color couldn’t be determined. The interior wasn’t much better; peeling leather and chipped wood.

“Remember when you taught Stevie how to steal a car?” he asked quietly, letting his head loll to the side so he could look at you.

You frowned, heart tugging painfully. “No.” It hurt to admit, but most of your memories hadn’t returned. They were still reduced to flashes that left you with headaches and more questions than answers.

Bucky reached out placed his metal fingers over your hand on the gear shift which would have annoyed you if you weren’t going a consistent speed down a seemingly abandoned highway. You expected him to drop the topic, so it came as a surprise when he kept talking. “It came back when I looked at ya just now. It was Germany, I think. Jacques’ cover got blown and we had to get out of town before they surrounded us. You were on base for the mission. Can’t remember why. You talked Steve through how to hotwire a car... which would have gone faster but the other guys, myself included, thought they could do it faster than ‘im so we all crowded around it and nearly got killed for it. Escaped by the skin of our teeth with Monty and Dum Dum swearing in the back with the sheep and pigs. I think one of the sheep tried to eat Monty’s beret.” By the time he finished he sounded almost amused, his mouth quirked upward in a ghost of a smile.

“I... don’t remember,” you said quietly, eyes trained on the road. It was dark out- nearly pitch black- and you were using a combination of your backscatter and enhanced vision to drive without headlights in order to avoid detection. Only the greenish glow off the CD receiver plugged into the dash gave away the distressed look on your face.

Bucky leaned over slowly and placed a light kiss to your cheek. You liked the way his beard scratched gently across your skin. “It’s okay, Doll. We don’t have to remember everything all at once. Hell, we don’t have to remember everything ever. What’s important is that we’re together. That we have a chance,” he said soothingly.

You bit your lip and nodded, not willing to burst his bubble. Not yet.

Three days after the Triskelion you were halfway across the country. You’d gone up through different states then back down towards the southern states, then back up towards Canada, working west the whole time. You’d been careful to avoid detection and Bucky was finally healed.

It was time.

You were sitting in your shitty motel room, watching the timer tick down on the microwave. The smell of hot pockets was unfairly tantalizing to your nearly-starving self. The sound of the door opening immediately drew your attention and you had a gun pointed at the door before the knob had turned even a fourth of the way.

Bucky stepped through the door and stepped quickly inside, single eyebrow raised at the gun. “You have backscatter vision. You couldn’t have just checked who it was?” he asked as he set the black duffle bag onto the bed. It was filled with cash judging by its blocky, dense weight.

“I knew it was you. No one else is that quiet... except maybe Natalia,” you added as an afterthought.

Bucky shrugged and pulled the still-scalding hot pockets from the microwave with his metal hand. “We trained her well. Why the gun, though?”

“I like guns. You’ve rubbed off on me.” You caught the hot pocket he tossed at you with your foot and glared at him as cheese began dropping down your toe spike. He merely chuckled and you fought the urge to throw it back at him. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at you and you felt heated embarrassment rush to your cheeks as you thought about your words. “Not like that, you lech! Did the heist go well?” you asked, gingerly removing the hot food from your foot.

Bucky scoffed. “Skeleton crew. No real resistance. Did you make some headway with the tech?” he asked, nodding his head to your impressive (if not a little cobbled together) setup.

“Made a new piece. Can’t quite get it to work, though. Could use a second pair of eyes,” you said, holding up a small rectangular object.

He held his right hand up as he munched away at his hot pocket. You tossed it to him and he caught it without even looking up from the bag in front of him. His hot pocket was hanging hilariously from his mouth and he rummaged through the bag with his other hand.

“What’s it s’posed do?” he asked, finally looking at it curiously.

You hit the button in the remote on your hand and were already halfway to him before he began dropping from the huge electrical surge you sent through his body. It would be enough to knock him out for a short time, but not enough to hurt him in any significant way.

You carefully lowered him onto the bed not covered in weapons and money, frown creasing your brow.

“I’m sorry, Bucky. I’m so, so sorry,” you whispered, brushing the hair from his face. “You’ll wake up soon, I promise. I set up defenses so no one’s going to get to you while you’re asleep, but I knew you’d try and stop me if I left while you were awake.” Your fingers traced the slight furrow in his brow, present now even while he slept. “I remembered more than I told you,” you murmured, tears spilling over as you stared down at his prone form. “I know how many times we were captured by Hydra and the KGB. How many times we broke their control only to fall under again by horrid twists of fate.

“I’m not one for superstition, Sweetheart. But the one thing all those times have in common is that... we were always together. Each and every time. We may be each other’s strength, but we’re also each other’s weaknesses. Hydra and the KGB know how we think. How we work. They know we travel together, that we never stray too far from the other. They always find us, Buck. But I’m done letting my selfishness put you in danger. We’re better off by ourselves, Baby. Even if-”

You fought back a sob and stood from the bed suddenly, knowing you’d cave and stay if you spent another second looking at him. He was your everything. Your world. Your happiness. Your most important one.

Your Star.

And you’d give it all up in a heartbeat if it meant he’d never be hurt by his tormentors again.

You didn’t tell him any of that, though. Not in any way he’d remember or that mattered.

Instead, you packed your tech up, watching as it condensed in on itself until it fit into two briefcases. You took a small amount of cash but left all the weapons and a few select pieces of tech that he couldn’t use to track you.

You made it as far as a step away from the door before you froze. You dropped the cases and walked back to his side, heart hammering in your chest. It felt like you were being ripped in two all over again.

You leaned down and placed a chaste, loving kiss to his forehead. “This isn’t goodbye, Buck,” you whispered against his skin. “I’m going to wipe Hydra off the map, and then I’ll find you again. I promise. I just hope...” you blinked and a tear dropped onto his forehead. “I just hope you can forgive me one day.”

You pulled the nano mask out of your pocket. It had taken you some time to unlock the technology- it had been sitting in your possession since you stole it from Natalia the day SHIELD fell- but you’d finally uploaded a new identity. Walking around as councilwoman Hawley would have been just a bit conspicuous. You pulled it on over your face, trying your best to keep still as the nonobots conformed to your skin then molded themselves to imitate the uploaded appearance. They even covered your eyes, hiding the usual glow of your synthetic white-blue irises.

The woman who walked out the door of that motel room looked nothing like the woman who had walked in.

Undisclosed Location, United States of America - A few months later

The room wasn’t dark, but not a single light in the ceiling was on. An entire wall of computer screens cast the room in a ghostly light, the single inhabitant a specter in the gloom. The screens constantly scrolled through different information. One of them was playing reruns of old TV shows and another was constantly flicking through news stations from all over the world. Names and faces and symbols and dates flashes across the screens too quickly for the human eye to follow. A record player in the corner spun a record and Count Basie and his band filled the room with smooth jazz. The person, however, wasn’t looking at any of it. Her eyes were on the project in front of her and her face was twisted in concentration as she finagled a particularly delicate circuit into place.

You let out a small exclamation of victory and nearly jumped out of your skin when one of your notifications went off. The small drone you’d been working on hummed to life, its small blue light in the center of its carapace bright in the room. It hovered in place, held aloft by the small repulsor jet on its sides and at its base. Howard had been dreaming about this tech all the way back in the 40′s, but his son Tony had brought it to life in the recent past. It hadn’t been too horribly difficult to reverse engineer. It had taken you a whole day to work it out, a testament to Tony’s genius.

You spun in your chair and pushed yourself towards your computers (the Wonder Wall, you liked to call it). The nano skin on your legs let you grip the floor better than you’d been able to in 70 years. You waved the other information and video feeds out of the way until the data findings took up most of the screen.

Uploading, decrypting, and analyzing all the data Natalia had dumped onto the internet had taken you a small eternity to finish. The original data brought pockets of Hydra resistance to your attention but, as was the case with Hydra, knocking out once base only scattered them to the next point. More often than not sacking a base brought new tech into play that gave you more questions than answers.

Perhaps most disturbing of all were the clear signs that SHIELD was still operating. No matter what Natalia had insinuated, no matter the whispers you heard from the press about what Steve had said, it was still up and kicking. You’d done a little bit of probing to determine if they were a threat, but they seemed to be the real deal. Protecting humanity and all that heroic shit.

What was hilarious, though, was the fact that there were two separate factions that seemed to think of the other as the enemy. That little gem would keep them occupied and hopefully off your tail for a bit longer.

You had Hydra bases to take down, heads of the beast to kill.

Something precious to find.

The data search, however, had turned up nothing. You were met with dead ends at every turn. Not a single digital file thus far had led you to where you needed to go. You needed to search a more traditional way.

The files you needed were old. Likely predated SHIELD. Hard copies only.

And you only knew one person who you could trust that also had the access and knowledge you needed.

You waved the report out of the way and pulled up new sites and programs. Within two minutes you had a ticket to D.C. on a private jet.

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