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burberrycanary · 7 months

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I, too, want to procrastinate right now so thanks @zenaidamacrouras1 for the tag <3333

Rules: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass this onto other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

I’ve been on a writing streak lately and I’m usually most excited by what I’m currently working on. But, taking a look back, here are some works I’m proud of.

Still Left with the River (The Paradox of Motion) - 14k | G | Steve/Bucky, MCU

Summary: Coming back from as good as dead to a changed world is easier the second time around. But then Steve supposes that, like with most things, you get better with practice.

A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky Endgame fix-it where even if you can’t go home again, you’ve got to go somewhere.

This is part of my massive labor of love stucky end game fix-it and probably my favorite story in the series, viewed individually. As I was writing this I went: no one is going to want to read a G-rated post-TFATWS stucky fic that doesn’t provide pretty immediate shippy gratification. But I love watching Steve have to pick himself up and go on after making a huge mistake that deeply hurt the people he loves most. While it can be cathartic as a reader to watch the people Steve left behind be furious, chewing him out until Steve has suffered some amount that’s “enough,” what I wanted to focus on is how hurting and disappointing the people closest to you, who continue to love you painfully through the hurt, creates such a complicated mess of damaged relationships. Steve, re-isolated by so much death and his own mistakes, now has to deal with repairing what he put wrong, if he can and if he’s given the chance to. But as the paradox of motion title would suggest, crossing that distance isn't easy.

This story is a quiet complicated love letter to New York City while this whole series is a massive intricate love letter to Bucky Barnes. Plus, Steve quietly pining is so my jam I can’t even. Come for Steve pining, stay for Steve making things right again.

What the Living Do - 10k and counting | G-E ratings | Henry/Alex, RWRB

Series Summary: This story is set a few months post-film and in a better universe than ours. Henry divides his time between New York and Kensington Palace. Alex is a second year student at Georgetown Law in Washington D.C. and lives in the White House. The distance is hard, but they're making it work.

We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss—we want more and more and then more of it.

The epigraph of this series is from Marie Howe’s What the Living Do, which is a poem she wrote to her brother who had died from AIDS. It beautifully balances grief and living.

I’m drawn to characters who aren’t going to immediately tell you everything they are thinking and feeling—and to performances where so much is conveyed through micro-expressions that you don’t need dialogue.

Which means this RWRB series is an interesting challenge for me as an author that’s involved writing a lot of very direct communication all the way up to out-in-out Relationship talks. And a lot of fluff. But thanks to the series being told from Henry’s POV, it’s fluff in a minor-key mood. So if you like your bantery domestic fluff shot through with slowly healing grief and the lingering impact of spending years in the closet without a supportive family only to be traumatically outed, then this is the series for you.

The Art of the Possible - 9k | M | Sharon-centric, TFATWS/MCU

Summary: Maybe whether you’ve picked the wrong side depends on where you’re standing—but if you can’t tell who the sucker at the poker table is: it’s you.

Sharon before, during, and after Madripoor.

I had so much fun writing this with @village-skeptic though it is absolutely not a story for everyone: non-linear and less than straightforward without the hook of a popular ship. Maybe I’m just drawn to characters the MCU keeps doing dirty (cough Bucky cough), but the incoherently bad writing of TFATWS created openings to tell a story that focuses on the bleakly dark aspects of the thematic and subtextual storytelling that is foundational to the MCU. And Sharon was the right character for telling that story.

But for anyone troubled by the politics of the MCU? This is a story for you and I hope you give it a try.

The trick to telling a story with heroes is knowing when to stop and what to leave out.

I Leave This at Your Ear - 5k | E | Betty/Jughead, Riverdale

Summary: They sort of break up again on February 17 and definitely get back together on March 15. They barely talk between “the Valentine's Day massacre and the ides of March,” he jokes later, sitting next to her in a booth at Pop’s and hoping that she’ll slide closer to rest her head on his shoulder like she used to.

Ah, the brief golden age of Riverdale when that sandbox was fun to play in. This is probably the single best expression of my style as a writer: lyrical, a lot more show than tell, starting in medias res with people talking around strong feelings that are conveyed without being directly mentioned much of anywhere. I’m drawn to focusing on the hard and messy parts of relationships without the big drama of external angst or the relatively easy knots to untie that are misunderstandings—a Marmite tendency, I know. But I love thinking about the part where you go, ok, but how do we actually live with everything that’s happened? Getting back together is easy in comparison to going forward afterward—that is what’s hard.

Exactly the Contents of One - 6k | M | Starsky/Hutch, Starsky & Hutch

The day's smoggy and breathless, already in the mid-eighties with the weatherman promising worse tomorrow, but as long as they keep moving it's not so bad.

(Or, becoming Starsky and Hutch.)

I definitely have a type: two characters who are very different people but share common values and are fighting for something bigger than themselves—idealists who get all mucked up and worn out in the trenches while loving each other too deeply and too much, generally in ways that are at odds with the society around them. Yeah, that’s my ship type.

This is a throwback pick for an old fic, but I’ve always been interested in how slash developed as a genre and a subculture. I ended up taking a tour of some OG ships from the 60s and 70s, including going pretty deep down a Starsky/Hutch rabbit hole (the 70s TV series and not the film remake, I cannot emphasize enough). I was nervous about signing up for this because there was a 5k minimum word count and at the time I’d never written anything near that long. So, wow, I’ve come a long way.

I'm not sure how long this game has been going around, but if @skarabrae-stone, @sullypants, @beaarthurpendragon or @controlofwhatido haven't played yet and would like to, please have some self-rec love 🥰

#self rec tag game #thanks for the tag!#<333 #my fic

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beefcake-angel-dilf-cas · 3 years

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Hey fellow Stucky shippers,

I’ve been in the Stucky tag for five minutes and I’ve seen Anthony Mackie be called so many insulting things over his recent interview where he openly expressed his concerns with toxic masculinity and how he wants to be able to show vulnerable close friendships between two men on screen.

Stop. He had completely valid points. He was not ‘dumb as fuck’ or ‘homophobic’ or anything else I’ve seen him be called in just the last five minutes. Poor wording isn’t an excuse to rip him apart. Just because he doesn’t enthusiastically agree with your ship, doesn’t mean you get to rip him to shreds. I ship Stucky. I support whoever ships SamBucky. I support all queer marvel ships! But he’s also right. Two men should be able to be close and vulnerable on screen together without being labeled queer for it.

I know, as a queer person, that we’re practically starved for representation (especially with Marvel continuously queer baiting), but he’s right. Let men be vulnerable and close. He isn’t trying to stop anyone from shipping Stucky, SamBucky, or any other queer ship. He’s pointing out a very real problem. Even if he did ship SamBucky or anything else, Marvel Studios wouldn’t care. They won’t make ships canon ‘because the actors like it/agree with it.’ If they did, Stucky and many other ships would have been canon already.

Stop looking for the first excuse to rip him apart and actually listen to what he’s saying. We’ve all made poorly worded points that were good, just...poorly worded. The same goes for him. He’s a person. Just like all of us are.

#Anthony Mackie #SamBucky #Stucky #I’m so disappointed with most of the people in the Stucky tag right now #there’s been a racism problem in the Stucky fanbase for awhile but damn #y’all really jumped on the opportunity to tear Mackie apart huh

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navybrat817 · 3 years

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Slow Burn

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Female Reader, Dark!Stucky x Female Reader Summary: Someone has eyes on a private session. Word Count: 500 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, suggestive themes, touching, non-con voyeurism (reader doesn’t know they’re being watched), Dark!Bucky Barnes and Dark!Steve Rogers (you've been warned. ❤️)

A/N: Seriously don't know if anyone will read this, but what the hell? I had a long day and decided to have some fun with this short imagine. ❤️ Divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics

Written on my phone and not beta read, so any and all mistakes are absolutely my own! Comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated. ❤️

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"You know. B would be so disappointed if he saw you like this."

"Do not mention Bruce right now," you hissed as you worked to get your wrists free from the ropes. He was likely aware of these '"sparring" sessions and you'd get a lecture at some point. World's Greatest Detective and all. " Fucking Wonder Boy," you added under your breath.

Dick flashed you a wicked smile before he circled behind you, his hands slipping around to cup your breasts. "You can't afford distractions in the field. Though the thought of kidnapping you is appealing."

He simply cradled your breasts in his hands, not moving or teasing you. But you felt his possessiveness just the same. And the feel of the heat from his hands began a slow burn throughout your entire body.

"You would turn this into a kink thing," you said, keeping your voice steady even as your heart picked up.

"I've seen you get out of these before. I think you want to be retrained."

"And why would I want that?" you asked, knowing if you looked back you'd be met with a smoldering gaze.

"Because you want to feel out of control. Let's face it. You want me to fuck you while I wear the finger stripes."

"That was your idea," you reminded him, biting back a moan when his teeth teased your earlobe.

"I have the best ideas," he teased, sliding a hand down between your legs. The slow burn spread heat straight to your pussy, knowing his fingers would be soaked if he dipped them inside.

"And what are you thinking right now?" you asked breathlessly.

He nuzzled your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. “I'm thinking of fucking you like this until you're screaming my name. I want my name to be the only thing you remember when I'm done with you.'

"What are you waiting for?" you whispered.

"Hold on tight, baby."

The glow of the computer screen reflected in Bucky's eyes as Steve walked into the room. He didn't look up at his friend. He didn't even blink. Most people would think it was a neutral look, but he knew better.

"What is it?" Steve asked to get his attention.

"He's touching her," he answered, his voice cold as he twirled a knife in his hand. "She. Isn't. His."

Steve froze before he stomped over, his eyes flashing as he looked at the scene in front of him. You were a vision, but the wrong hands were on your body. "Just a little longer. It won't be long until Oracle discovers we're watching them. Then the fun can begin."

Bucky leaned back in his chair, the blade flashing before he put it away. "I want to save him for last."

"Why?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"So he can watch when we take her apart. And he'll know who she really belongs to."

Steve smirked as your smile flashed on the screen, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "Soon, Buck. Soon."

#navybrat writes #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x female reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!stucky x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson fanfiction #dark!stucky imagine #dark!stucky fanfiction

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kleenexwoman · 2 years

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some fanfic asks

@teadrinkingwolfgirl tagged me!

My very first fanfic ever: I liked “The Little Mermaid” and so my family got me one of those custom books where you’re a character in the story. My character’s job was to guide the Little Mermaid to her true love with Prince Charming, or something like that. I was dissatisfied with my character’s role in the story and rewrote it several times with varying plots. After that I started writing self-inserts, crossovers, and sequels to things I liked.

Softest fic: A Slice of Life and Cucumber (https://archiveofourown.org/works/36433486) is pretty soft. People fuss over Bucky, it leads to drama, Bucky escapes the drama by making dinner, the younger generation make weird Gen Z jokes to make Bucky feel better about the drama. On the other hand, the drama itself isn’t resolved within the fic, although that’s definitely not the point of the fic. A very soft fic with a nice soft resolution is Bring Me Some Water (https://archiveofourown.org/works/4585461) which is Man From Uncle (2015) Rule 63. There is a walk through a park on a chilly day, bakery treats, dancing to a blues song I wrote myself, and a first kiss. Super super soft.

Fic I’m most proud of: This time I’m going to flog The Whisper of the Wind and the Words of the Woods: (https://archiveofourown.org/works/406564), because this is a genuinely spiritual piece to me. Thor is a real god, Steve is a paladin of the goddess I was working most intensely with at the time, and a stormcloud fucks a cornfield. No, really, that’s what happens. It is the most abstract, metaphorical sex scene I am ever likely to write. Read on for hot weather-on-geography action.

There’s also The Yellow Fog (https://archiveofourown.org/works/1081560), a Man from UNCLE (TV) fic. I think I do some of my best work when I’m assigned to one of my good fandom friends in a secret author exchange, because then I can pull out all the stops to dazzle whoever I’m gifting without having to hold back. This is an existentially uncertain fic about an older Napoleon possibly losing his mind (or getting it back?) at his cushy UNCLE desk job.

Fics that show my progress: Feel free to compare Time is a Wave and a Particle (https://archiveofourown.org/works/304599) to Like Water Flowing Underground (https://archiveofourown.org/works/296938). I wrote the first one in my first year of college and the second one three years after I graduated. Both are “Back to the Future” fics with the same theme--Marty having trouble trying to adapt to his new life at the end of the first movie because of quantum physics--but the difference as a writer from 18 to 25 years old is huge.

Favorite WIP: My favorite abandoned WIP is Colder Than the Moon (https://archiveofourown.org/works/6141004). I was having a really good time on it and chugging along, but then I stopped to be the head writer of a TV series that drastically didn’t pan out. Protip: Do not embark on a creative project under the supervision of your direct religious leader, especially if you have theological differences, especially if they are not paying you. ANYWAY this is a str8 Kylux with fem!Hux in a love triangle with Her Old High School Boyfriend and a few other fun original characters. Then 8 and 9 were so disappointing that they killed my desire to finish this. I’ve thought about turning it into something original but I’m not in a hurry to do so.

I have two WIPs I’m especially fond of right now but they’re both different types, if you get my drift. Coffee in Paradise (https://archiveofourown.org/works/33429637) is a Stucky/Stony/Winteriron piece I intend to noodle around with for a while, there are going to be plenty of sex scenes and in-jokes, and I don’t have an ending so much as I have multiple places I could leave it depending on how much I want to bother. However, Tarot Americaine (https://archiveofourown.org/works/35152768) is a piece with a limited scope and ending, and it won’t have more than 4 chapters no matter how long it ends up being. The first chapter is a short prelude that’s effectively a Ray Bradbury/X-Men mash-up, but the rest is going longer and includes a character I haven’t ever written for in a different context than she usually appears.

#thor #stucky #man from uncle #kylux #back to the future

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years

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Two for One

Fandom: Marvel (Professor AU/College AU)

Pairing: Stucky x F!Reader

Summary: Ever since you became the TA for Professor Romanoff, you’ve been seeing a lot of Professors Rogers and Barnes. They seem to be attracted to you, but you have a hard time deciding between the two. What do you do?

Warning: smut - bjs, threesome, semi-public…just a whole lot of naughty mk?

A/N: based off of this post and my tags in it. also, word count is about 4.1k. so yall better appreciate this and the struggle i went through to write this (i’m looking at you @chloerinebarnes )

Steve was sure that if Bucky bit his lip any further, he’d draw blood. He nudged his boyfriend with his elbow, gaining his attention back, “Cool it with the staring and lip biting. You’ll scare her off.”

Bucky groaned, “She’s killin’ me with those jeans, babe.”

Steve snorted, “Tell me about it,” he murmured as his eyes went back to across the lounge. You were standing off to the side, speaking with Professor Romanoff, the teacher you were a TA for. You were nodding to everything that she was listing off for you to do. After handing you a stack of papers, you saw yourself out of the lounge. Bucky and Steve’s shoulders sagged in disappointment.

Ever since you became Professor Romanoff, aka Natasha’s, TA, Steve and Bucky have been seeing you more and more. Not that they minded. You were beautiful, funny, and smart. Honestly, you were the missing puzzle piece in their life.

Don’t get it wrong, Steve and Bucky were completely devoted to each other. But for the past few years, they’ve been feeling like they were missing something. And they believe that something is you.

But how does one go about proposing a polyamorous relationship? You don’t. It’s not a very common thing and it’s not accepted in a lot of places. Nonetheless, Steve and Bucky adored you from the moment they met you.

So, they hatched a plan. They would worm their way into your heart individually and when it came to the point where you “have to choose”, they’ll give you the other option: a two for one deal.

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You’re in the school cafe, a pile of papers off to the side that you’re making your way through. You suddenly feel a presence looming over you and you look up to see Professor Barnes.

You give him a polite smile, “Hey there, professor! How’s it going?”

“Monday mornings were never my thing hence,” he gestured to his large coffee cup.

You snorted, “Tell me about it,” you pointed to your own, “This is my third one already.”

“Mind if I sit?” he points to the seat across from you.

You shook your head, “Not at all!” you move your things around to give him a little bit more space, “Enjoy your weekend?”

He shrugged, “Just stayed home, watched some Netflix, graded papers. The usual.”

You nodded, “That’s become my usual now too. Although, yesterday my friends Pietro and Wanda dragged me out of the apartment to go to a bar. Gonna be honest, had a bit too much.”

“That explains the coffee and you still grading papers that are probably due today.”

You sighed, “Yeeeaahhh. Never listening to the twins again,” you said with a snort.

“I wish I could help. Russian Literature was my minor. But I’m sure if Nat found out, she’d have both our heads.”

“Definitely. Romanoff’s great, but, damn, does she terrify me!”

Barnes snorted, “Same here.” he stood up and grabbed his coffee, “Well, I’ll let you get to it. Good luck.”

“Thanks, Professor Barnes!”

He smiled down at you, and with a wink, he said, “Call me Bucky,” and he waltzed out of the cafe like it was nothing. And you hated to admit that that little gesture made your cheeks heat up and make your panties slightly damp.

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You were struggling with holding the pile of graded papers in your arms and trying to get your notebook out for Romanoff’s class. Just when you thought you had it, all the papers tumbled forward onto the ground. You groaned and hung your head back, staring up at the sky asking, “Why me?”

You bent down and began to collect the papers, and then another pair of hands came into view. You tried to object, “It’s okay! I got-” when you looked up, staring back at you was he striking blue eyes of Professor Rogers, “I-I got it, Professor Rogers,” you stammered as you quickly collected the essays.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind helping,” he said with a shy smile, grabbing the leftover papers and handing them to you. You both stood up and awkwardly stood there, “So, uh, headed to Nat’s-I mean, Romanoff’s office?”

You nodded, “Yeah. Gotta turn in all these papers I graded.” you gestured to the pile that was back in your hands.

“Oh, well, my office is in the same direction. I’ll accompany you.”

You two walked together, towards the Literature and History building, “So, uh, how was your weekend?”

“Oh, uh, pretty bland, honestly. Just hanging out and grading papers. What about you? Did you spend your weekend grading all of these?” he points to your pile.

“Sorta,” you answered, “I got most of them done. Then I went out last night. Got drunk and never finished the rest. I just finished up in the cafe. Professor Barnes was actually there too. Surprised you weren’t with him. You two are usually attached to the hip,” you say teasingly.

Rogers snorted, “Please, I couldn’t shake ‘im even if I tried. We actually live together. We see a lot of each other and you would think we’d get sick of each other. But we don’t.”

“That’s good. I love Pietro and Wanda, but, God, I don’t think I can spend every second of the day with them.”

He chuckled, “Guess you just gotta find the right people that’ll make you want to see them all the time.”

Soon enough, you were in the building, standing in front of Professor Romanoff’s office, “Well, here’s my stop,” you say.

“Yeah. Anyway, I hope you have a good rest of your day, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Professor Rogers. You too!”

“Please, call me, Steve,” he says with a grin and then turns around, heading for his office in the other direction.

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Bucky is eating lunch in Steve’s office. Steve is typing away at his computer, occasionally pausing when Bucky feeds him a forkful of penne pasta into his mouth.

“So, progress?” Bucky asks, his own mouth full of pasta.

Steve chews a few more times before swallowing. He takes off his glasses and sets them onto his desk, “Told her to call me Steve after I helped pick up her papers that she dropped and accompanied her on the way to Nat’s office. She said she came from the cafe and you were there?”

Bucky nodded, “Yeah. Grabbed some coffee, sat with her and chatted a little bit. When I left, I told her to call me Bucky. You still think we should do this?”

“I really like her, Buck. I just-don’t you feel it? That spark with her?” when Bucky nodded, Steve continued, “Then can you imagine how it would be if all of us were together?”

“It’d be like nothing we’ve ever felt before,” Bucky murmured.

“Exactly. We gotta try, but we can’t be too overbearing. She’s gotta be the one.”

Bucky set down his tupperware of pasta and rest his hand on Steve’s, “She’s out missing puzzle piece.”

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You sat in the lounge next to Professor Romanoff, or Nat, as she’s allowed you to call her. You’re both going over test grades and that’s when you hear the screeching of wood against the floor and then you look up to see Bucky and Steve settling across the table from you.

Your eyes brighten and a smile appears on your face, “Hey, Bucky! Hey, Steve!”

Big grins appear on their faces when you acknowledge, “Hey, doll,” Bucky says, and you feel your cheeks heating up.

You duck your head down, biting your lip and continuing to grade papers. You hoped that Nat ignored that interaction, but she didn’t. While you continued to grade papers, Nat gave questioning looks to the professors across from her. Both gave her shrugs and pulled out their own work that needed to be done.

Words started to blur as your eyes skimmed through another test, your red pen marking wrong answers. You could feel yourself getting a headache so you groaned and fell back into your seat, “I need a break. I’m gonna walk to the cafe. Do you guys want anything?” Nat and Bucky shook their head but Steve stood up.

“I’ll go with you. I think I need to stretch my legs anyway.” he turns to Bucky and gives him a nod, and then follows you out of the lounge. After you both leave, Nat turns to Bucky.

“What the hell are you guys up to?”

“Steve and I both like Y/N, so we’re trying to ease our way into her heart and possibly propose a poly relationship.”

Nat groaned, “Jesus Christ. You know what happened the last time you tried that. You and Steve ended up heartbroken and nearly broke up because of it.”

“Dot wasn’t right for us,” Bucky said with a shake of his head, “But Y/N’s different. You know she is, Nat.”

“Maybe so, but then again, you hardly know her.”

“And that’s why we’re trying to spend as much time as we can to get to know her.”

Nat shook her head, “You’re playing a dangerous game. She’s a student.”

“She’s graduating this year. Once she’s graduated, then Steve and I will ask. Trust us, Nat. We learned from the last time and we know what we’re doing now.”

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“So, the semester is half way over and you’ll be graduating soon. Have any plans on what to do?” Steve asked, his hands curled up in his pockets.

“Travel. Find a job. Maybe find some love on the way. I don’t know.”

“Not looking for love right now?” he asked with a teasing smirk.

You shrugged, “Oh trust me, I’ve been looking. Just haven’t found anyone that clicks with me, ya know? Someone funny, smart, compassionate, independent. Oh and knows how to cook. It’s surprising how many people here barely know how to cook.”

Steve snorted, “Bucky loves to cook. He cooks our meals all the time. I know how to cook too, but for Bucky, it’s his stress reliever. He’s in his element when he cooks, plus everything is delicious when he makes it.”

“I’d love to try something other than ramen and burgers.”

“I’ll bring you some tomorrow. Buck loves to cook for other people so it won’t be a problem.”

You shook your head, “I can’t ask you guys to do that. You don’t have-”

“You’re not askin’, sweetheart. Plus, we want to do this. Trust me.”

You sighed, “Fine.”

Steve was beaming right then and there, “Great. Do you have any food preferences?”

“Surprise me.”

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It became a regular thing after that. You and Nat would be in the lounge going over lecture notes or grading papers. Steve and Bucky would appear and slide over some tupperware for lunch that Bucky had prepared for you. At one point, they started bringing some food for Nat too since she complained about them not bringing food for her. Plus, they didn’t want to seem too suspicious.

As the semester progressed, you found yourself in the company of Steve and Bucky often. Sometimes it was both of them, sometimes it was one or the other. You’d have lunch with them, walk with them to class or the office building. Relax under some trees while you graded papers. You also ended up getting both of their numbers and all three of you would be in a group chat texting away or texting to either men individually.

You were around them a lot and you couldn’t help the feelings you were starting to develop for both them. It was conflicting. Very much so. You were a student and they were professors.

It was a month before the semester ended, before you graduated, and you’d had enough. Enough of the feelings and the confusion. It had to stop!

So you burst into Bucky’s office where you knew both men would be. As soon as you step into the room, you freeze. There right before was Steve and Bucky, but they were tangled up in each other, making out.

“I’m so confused,” you murmured as they stared at you wide-eyed.

“Doll, I-we-”

“I-I should go. Sorry. I didn’t-I’m gonna-”

You turn to leave but Steve cried outs, “Y/N, wait!” and you stop. You look at them and they’re staring at you with pleading eyes, “Sweetheart, please, don’t leave. Just-Just close the door and we’ll explain everything.”

Slowly, you move back inside, closing the door behind you. You sit at the chair across from Bucky’s desk. Bucky sits back down into his seat and Steve stands off to the side, running his hand through his disheveled hair.

“Are-Are you guys together?” you ask apprehensively. When both men nod, you let out a shaky breath, “I-I don’t understand. Both of you made it seem like you were interested in me. Were you just toying with me? Is that it?!”

“No!” both said unison.

Steve cleared his throat, “It’s nothin’ like that, Y/N. We swear. We-Bucky and I, we’ve been together for a long time. We love each other a lot, but-”

Bucky interjected, “But we feel like we’ve been missing something. And we think that something is you.”

You became even more confused, “But you’re together already. How would that even work?”

“A polyamorous relationship. The three of us can be together. Bucky and I have strong feelings for you, Y/N.”

You shook your head, “This can’t happen,” and suddenly, it felt like Bucky and Steve’s hearts were breaking all over again, but then you continued, “I’m still a student and you’re professors. If this got out, I’d be expelled and you two would be fired. I-” you take a moment to let out a deep breath, “It’s funny. I was coming here to tell you that I can’t choose between you two. I have feelings for both of you, so I was just-I don’t know-take myself out of the equation.”

“But you don’t have to, doll,” Bucky says with a hopeful gaze.

Steve rest his hand on Bucky’s shoulder to prevent him from getting ahead of yourself, “But we understand your reasoning why you don’t want to be with us.”

“I didn’t say I don’t want to be with you. I said I can’t right now.” that made both men’s ears perk, “I’m graduating next month. We can put all of this on hold for now and once I’m outta here then...”

“We can wait!” Bucky said all too enthusiastically, which made Steve chuckle.

Steve’s hand moved from Bucky’s shoulder, down his arm and to his hand where they laced fingers, “We’re willing to wait for you, sweetheart. You’re worth it.”

You moved around the desk and to the two men, grabbing each of their hands in yours, “Thank you. You guys mean a lot to me,” you leaned in and pecked the cheeks of each men, “I’ll see you guys soon,” and then you were out of Bucky’s office. The end of next month couldn’t come any sooner.

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“Y/N L/N!” your name was called as you walked across the stage, shaking the dean’s hand, and accepting your diploma. Cheers from your loved ones and peers brought a huge smile to your face. You walked down the steps dancing on your way back to your seat, your classmates buzzing all around you.

After everyone’s name was called, the dean stood up the podium to give final remarks and the changing of the tassels, “Now, everyone, I present to you the Class of 2020!” everyone cheered as caps went flying into the air. You hugged the people around you, and waited for your family and friends to meet you on the field. In the meantime..

“I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” Bucky cried out as he gave you a big ol’ hug. Steve stood behind him, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Congrats, Y/N,” Steve gave you a hug, nothing to make anyone suspicious.

You were beaming at them, “Thanks you guys. I can’t believe it. I graduated!”

Bucky was ready to ask you out right then and there, but stopped when he saw your family approaching. He and Steve stepped aside to allow you some time with your loved ones. They mouthed, “See you later,” and both walked away to congratulate other students.

You watched as they departed. A part of you wanted to chase after them and kiss them both then and there, but that would stir something up and you didn’t want any trouble on this momentous day. Soon, Y/N. Soon.

The day after graduation was when you were to pick up your official diploma. You knew from the group chat that Steve and Bucky would be on campus, due to finishing up finals. And after you picked up your diploma, you wanted to go see them.

With diploma in hand, you approached the office building, sending off texts to the men:

You: whatcha up to?

Bucky: grading finals in Steve’s office

You: can I stop by?

Steve: of course ;)

Bucky: BRING COFFEE!

You giggled, knowing how predictable Bucky was, two cups of coffee with you already. You approached Steve’s office, knocking on the slightly ajar door, “May I enter?”

The door swung wide open, and Bucky immediately pulled you inside, closing and locking the door behind you. You snorted, “Wow, eager mu-mmf!” you couldn’t finish the teasing retory as a pair of lips matched up with yours, hands cupping your face.

You heard a chuckle from behind you, “Buck, careful, you’re gonna make her spill the coffee she got for us.” He went over and grabbed the coffee tray from your hands.

You pulled away, mumbling, “Thank you,” to him and then looking back at Bucky who sported a dopey grin on his face, “How long were you waiting to do that?”

“So fucking long,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to yours once more, but it was brief since you pulled away.

“Hey now, two kisses and Steve hasn’t even gotten any from me yet. You’re starting to get greedy, mister.”

Bucky’s cheeks flushed and he ducked his head down shyly, “Sorry, doll,” he then moved aside for Steve.

Steve pulled you in, wrapping an arm around you and slowly leaning in. His lips were hovering over yours and right as you were about to tell him to hurry up, his lips met yours in a passionate kiss. His fingers dug into your skin as he held onto you for dear life. For so long him and Bucky have wanted you like this and he feels like if he lets go, if he pulls away, it’ll all be a dream.

Steve began to walk you backwards until your backside hit the edge of his desk. You pulled away to look at the two men, whose soft gazes faded and turned into lustful ones.

You smirked, “I’ve always fantasized about being fucked on a desk.”

Both men growled as they started to undo their pants. Steve pressed you up against the desk, kissing you heatedly, while Bucky began to remove things from the surface. You hopped onto it after receiving the okay from Bucky. Steve worked on getting your jeans off while Bucky pulled of your shirt. Clothes flew around the room with no care where they landed.

“Ah fuck, baby doll. You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Bucky moaned, his hand slowly pumping his cock and the other kneading your breast.

You laid across the surface, opening your mouth, welcoming Bucky’s length. You both moaned when his dick entered your mouth. Bucky thrust his hips back and forth, loving how you looked taking his cock.

Meanwhile, Steve was paying special attention to your pussy. He licked a strip up your slit, tongue circling around your clit. When you moaned a little too loud, Steve pulled away, “Quiet now, honey. Someone might here your pretty little noises and those are for our ears only.”

Bucky pulled out of your mouth for you to reply, “Sorry, Steve.”

“How wet is she, Stevie?” Bucky asked through his panting.

Steve licked his lips, “So fucking wet and she’s so sweet,” he murmured before slurping up some of your juices.

Bucky whined, “Lemme taste.” Steve then stood up and leaned over the desk, pulling Bucky towards him, Lips smashing against lips. You wished you could’ve seen the two men swapping your taste, but the view was blocked by Bucky’s body leaning over yours.

When they pulled away Steve cleared his throat, looking from you to Bucky, “So, how’s this gonna go: i fuck her pussy while you get her mouth, or vice versa?”

You shook your head, “No, I wanna feel you both at the same time.”

Both men moaned at the thought of both of their cocks filling you up to the brim. Steve nodded, “Very well. Bucky, on the table. Sweetheart, straddle Bucky.” Both you and Bucky did as you were told while Steve pulled out a bottle of lube from a drawer.

You gave him a questioning look and Bucky chuckled, “This isn’t the first time we’ve fucked in this office, doll.” And just the image of Bucky and Steve fucking in this office made you even more wet than before.

Steve, with his cock lubed up, knelt behind you and in-between Bucky’s legs, “You ready for us, babygirl?”

“I’ve literally been waiting all semester for this, Steve. Now hurry up and fuck me.”

Both men snickered at your haste, “Gotta give our girl what she wants,” Bucky mumbled as he lined himself up with you and you lowered yourself onto him. Steve was right behind you, pushing you forward and slowly easing himself into not wanting to hurt you. Moments pass they’re both inside you and, holy shit, this is something you’ve never felt before.

Both men stay still as they let you set the pace. You rock your body back and forth, allowing both cocks to drag themselves in and out of you. Seriously, the feeling was something unworldly. What made it ever better was Bucky’s lips on your chest and Steve’s hand working your clit. These men both knew what they were doing.

“So fucking sexy, sweetheart, taking our cocks at the same time,” Steve murmured into your neck, “You love this, don’t you? Love being filled to the brim.”

Bucky bit at your skin, making you hiss, to which he mumbled, “Answer him, babydoll.”

“Yes, Steve. Love your cocks filling me whole,” you gasped when Bucky’s cock just hit that spot that made you shudder. With the way things were going, you knew you were gonna be cumming soon.

“Wanna make a mess outta you, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, lips still wandering over your neck and chest, “Wanna fill you with our cum, paint you with it. Mark you as ours.”

“I’m yours,” you panted out, “I’m all yours,” you moved your body faster, desperate for your release.

“Go ahead, baby, cum on our cocks. We wanna feel ya,” Steve mumbled in your ear, his hand working faster on your clit. You dug your nails into Bucky’s chest, a pain he happily welcomed.

“Come on, baby. Give it us. You can do it,” Bucky encouraged you, slapping your ass and kneading the flesh.

“Fuck, fuck,” you said through gritted teeth. A powerful wave of pleasure washed over you as leaned down, resting your head against Bucky’s while you came.

“So pretty when you cum,” he whispered.

“Such a good girl,” Steve murmured, kissing your back and shoulders. You moved a bit and felt something wet. You sat up and looked down to see that you just squirted all over you and Bucky.

“Oh shit. I’ve never done that before,” you murmured.

Bucky snickered, “First time for everything,” he said with a wink.

You then moved off his lap, “Well, lemme clean this up for you since it is my mess.” Both men hissed when your hands wrapped around both their lengths, your mouth gliding over Bucky’s stomach and pelvis, collecting your own juices.

“Oh my God, you’re perfect,” he moaned, his hand grabbing your head and trying to push it towards his cock.

You slapped his hand away, “I already sucked you off, babe. Now it’s Steve’s turn,” you said with a smirk. You gave a wink to the blonde as your mouth lowered onto his dick. Bucky was right, you are perfect. And you’re theirs. All theirs.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #stucky x reader #smut #professor au #college au

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martelldoran · 3 years

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2020 Fic Year in Review

I was tagged by the beautiful @kalee60 in this lovely review of my year in fic! so let's just jump right into it!

Total number of completed stories:

15 on Ao3 plus a few rogue ficlets lurking on tumblr i haven't put up yet.

Total number of words:

131,942 published words! not counting everything in my wips which would probably put it up closer to 200,000

Fandoms written in:

MCU (stucky)

HP Marauders (jily and narlily)

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?

oh hell yeah I did. i don't think i even wrote that much pre - pandemic but then it hit and i was furloughed. I cycled through stress knitting and animal crossing as hyperfixations but then i got the urge to start working on a certain fix-it i had let lie for months and it all went from there. I must have written solidly almost every day for about 4 or 5 months I think.

What’s your own favourite story of the year?

the fix-it. genuinely this will surprise exactly zero people. i worked so hard on i don't want to set the world on fire and have spoken about it so much my phone now knows to predict it when typing. 😂 i put my heart and soul into that fic trying to do the characters justice because i am smol and full of spite and have unending reserves of salt.

Did you take any writing risks this year?

oooh good question. okay so this is going to sound really cheesy but tbh the biggest risk i feel like i took was actually posting something I'd written. i mean I'd done it before but never with any kind of regularity. yes, yes, I'm a cheeseball. moving on.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

I have a historical epistolary identity porn fic to write for the lovely @allegedlyann since she won my Marvel Trumps Hate auction!

I'd like to get bingo on my stucky bingo card. maybe two if I'm really productive but I don't want to set myself up for too much disappointment lmao

more prompt challenges with incredible @kalee60 and @darter-blue

I just want to write meaningful and enjoyable stories about the characters I love even if they're only catering to a target audience of me and like 3 other people 😂

Most popular story of the year?

Easily Doing It By Myself. No contest.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

I think under appreciated it probably a bit strong - everyone in this fandom seems to be really lovely with giving feedback which I totally appreciate and try and reciprocate, but the one I thought would appeal to more people than it did is probably Danseur.

Most fun story to write?

Oh, I cackled the entire time I wrote The Old Switcharoo! I had way more fun writing a crack fic than I ever thought I would, and I think I probably did a better job than I thought I would, especially given I’d never so much as read a bodyswap fic before doing it!

Most unintentionally telling story:

Some of you guys know my OH has banned me from writing fic about our experiences! I guess the one that runs truest that I’ve finished is Steve Rogers and the Great Cat Compromise which actually I deem partly responsible for us having our itty bitty tiny kitty, Percy (if anyone wants more Percy please tell me, I love sending out Percy pics as some of you know ;) )

Biggest disappointment:

I don’t think I have any fandom-wise - it’s been a good year and so many of you are contributors to how well I am mentally right now, and keeping me engaged when I’ve wanted to give up. Thank you all <3

Biggest surprise:

How welcoming and lovely everyone has been to me as a new face/writer in your (our?) fandom space. I’m honoured to know you all <3

Tagging (with absolutely no pressure) @ceratonia-siliqua @justice-for-plums @indyluckycharlie @allegedlyann @dreadlockholiday and @hawkeyeandthewintersoldier

#tag games #goodbye 2020 #my writing #oh i swear answers

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five-wow · 5 years

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Author Asks

Rules: answer these questions and tag five other fic writers to do the same.

I was tagged by the wonderful @novemberhush. Thank you, omg, because I love rambling about writing and this is the best kind of opportunity to do so, handed on a silver platter, ahh. 😊

Author Name: Square / Squares / SquaresAreNotCircles

Fandoms You Write For: I’m a fandom hopper! In the past year or so it’s been Hawaii Five-0 (a truly ridiculous amount), Shadowhunters, Venom, Harry Potter, due South and Stargate Atlantis. Other fandoms I’ve written at least one fic for are Twilight, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Glee, BBC Merlin, BBC Atlantis, Teen Wolf, In The Flesh, Star Wars, Supernatural, the MCU and High School Musical. And uh, Alexander the Great/Voltaire fic (which would be... history fandom? RPF?) and one (1) Judas/Jesus Biblefic. If we’re getting really technical, also a tiny little bit of One Direction fic.

It should be noted that all of this is about fic that ended up getting posted somewhere on the interwebs - there are multiple Star Trek (TOS/AOS and DS9) fics lingering in my drafts (!! one day I will finish one of them), as well as some How To Train Your Dragon, The Good Place and Deadpool stuff, and definitely more I’ve forgotten.

Where You Post: Since I made the switch to writing in English everything has landed on ao3, but I used to write mostly in Dutch, so there’s still close to a million words, I think, under my name on quizlet.nl (not to be confused with quizlet.com, which is a very different website).

Most Popular One-Shot: That depends on how you’re measuring popularity! Going by kudos, it’s Tell me I’m perfect (but tell me the truth), a Magnus/Alec Shadowhunters fic. It’s the truth is a really old fic about Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood from Harry Potter that has the most hits out of all my works, and That time Steve kissed every single Avenger (and also Bucky), an MCU Steve/Bucky fic, has the greatest number of comment threads.

Also, since this is an h50 blog: for my fic in this fandom Wanted: partner (in crime) has the most kudos and hits; You had me at meow has the most comments.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: I’m working on one for h50 (going slowly, so slowly), but I don’t have any posted to ao3. I used to write a lot of multi-chaptered work in my quizlet.nl days, and I think my most popular fic there was probably the second fic I ever wrote, when I was fourteen or fifteen, which was a next-gen Harry Potter fic with shifting and overlapping POVs from the three Potter kids. It was kind of, well, not great, but it’s probably what really cemented my writing habit, it’s still my longest fic ever (over a 100k!) and I got my first fandom friends out of it, including one I’m still in contact with to this day, even though neither of us writes much if anything for Harry Potter anymore.

Favourite Story You Wrote: Ohhh, that’s such an impossible question, especially because I’ve been churning out one-shots like I might actually be getting paid for it, so there’s so much to choose from, which is a thing I have difficulty doing at the best of times, holy shit. Uh, I once wrote a 70k Remus/Sirius (Harry Potter) modern college-ish AU in Dutch that I still like; weirdly, I think that Biblefic holds up (also Dutch), and the HSM fic is fun to reread once in a while because of the fourth wall break, as is That escalated quickly, a Percy/Oliver fic. Ooh, and the fic about Shuri and Stucky and a goat!

For h50, it’s even harder to choose, because my preferences change pretty much weekly (a combination of newer fic being shinier, looking back at fic from even just a few months ago and finding things I would have done differently now, and comments influencing the way I personally look at my own fic), but right now, I’d say I still really like the fic where Steve adopts some guinea pigs, the one with the slightly tipsy team bonding by talking about mutual crushes and this 9.11 coda fix fluff getting together thing.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: That Biblefic, haha, because it’s a very complicated topic and my aim was definitely not to offend. People were really sweet about it, though! Mostly, they were kind of shocked it wasn’t crack, but that’s fair, because so was I.

Also pretty much anything I post in a new fandom, really, and low key just... anything at all. I’m always a little scared I tagged something super badly or accidentally copy-pasted the wrong text or unknowingly wrote something super offensive or whatever, despite my double- and triplechecking of the posting form. (I’m also still kind of scared people on ao3 will randomly decide they hate my fic and my writing and me personally (ao3 is really big and very anonymous and coming from the small town that was quizlet.nl even in its heyday, that’s scary), but that fear has abated as I’ve posted more, just because the data is showing pretty conclusively that thought is as irrational as it sounds. Everyone is always so nice, gosh.)

How Do You Pick Your Titles: Mostly, I steal lines from random songs. I have a small pile of song lyrics to use as potential titles, because going on a seperate hunt for every new fic would take most of my waking hours. Sometimes, I’ll use a pun (like You had me at meow or Retail Therapy) or something else that I think sounds good, especially if the fic is mostly comedy and/or has a specific premise that would do well in a title (like Five times the Governor of Hawaii suspects his taskforce leaders are violating fraternization policies (and one time they tell him they are)).

Do You Outline: I’m mostly writing fic of (sometimes much) less than 5k at the moment, so not really. I do sometimes write tiny bits of a bunch of scenes and then fill in the rest around that, which is a kind of outline, in a way. For longer works, I usually make a one page bullet point list of things that need to happen and work from there, because I can’t do really extensive outlining or I’ll just get caught up in the details and lose all of the oversight a tool like that is supposed to give you, as well as most of my enthusiasm for the project.

How Many Of Your Stories Are Complete: Of the ones posted? On ao3, all of them, because unfinished posted one-shot works would require some strange bending of those concepts. On quizlet.nl, I do have some abandoned works, but I think 80% is finished.

In-Progress: SO MUCH. Seriously, just, so much, oh god. I’d really like to write another Stargate Atlantis fic (and I have 30% of one done), and something more for due South, too, and maybe a small Percy/Oliver thing again some time because they were my very first OTP and I kind of miss them, but mostly I have, like, 100+ half written things for h50. I really wish that number was an exaggeration. There’s no way they’ll all get finished, but maybe... a third? Mayhaps?

That One Truly Long H50 Fic that I was already talking about way back in October last year is also eternally “in progress”. The thing is that it has about 25k now, after a year, and I think it needs... at least four times that. Probably. So either I’ll have to stick with this fandom and my slow progress for another three years to have a shot at getting it finished, or I’ll need to find a way to up the speed a little. Maybe I could try working on it for NaNo this November? That would be pretty awesome, but honestly, part of why it’s moving this slowly is because NaNo-style fast and messy writing for this scares me a little, because I might end up writing a lot, decide it’s not what I wanted for it, and become too intimidated to ever edit and/or rewrite the entire thing. But idk, I probably just need to get over my own fears, because I really do want to write Longer Fic again. Short stuff is fun and feels really productive and that’s great, but I miss the actual slow burn and build-up that only 50k+ words can give you.

Coming Soon: Hopefully a lot? For h50, that is. I have no idea what’s getting posted next, because I’m never entirely sure what’s going to be finished next and something really random might come jumping in, but at the moment I’m trying to direct most of my energies at a slightly longer fic I’ve been working on for months (not The Long Fic, a different one), a fic labeled “9.01 memory loss fic”, another one temporarly entitled “Perfect Kauai beach house vacation”, and maybe an ace!Steve fic I’ve been working on, if I ever manage to uh, actually finish that, instead of rewriting three sentences during every round of editing and never actually adding anything to fill in the gaps it still has. There will also be more season 10 codas, in all likelihood.

Do You Accept Prompts: I’ve never done that before in the traditional way, but I’m thinking about it! I’d love to try (and it would be a breath of fresh air, in some ways!), but the main thing holding me back is that I have way too much on my plate with just my own ideas to work off of, and I don’t want to disappoint people. Maybe if I do drabble-ish prompt fills? It’s definitely been on my mind.

Upcoming Story You’re the Most Excited For: I’m excited for a lot of stuff, but honestly, the top spot right now probably goes to the ace!Steve fic. I’m not even sure it’s that good, necessarily, but it’s, idk, really cathartic, I suppose. Seriously self-indulgent in strange but very good ways. I really like writing it. (Second spot goes to the beach vacation fic, because I haven’t actually written that much for it, but it’s been my go-to easy happy place for the last few weeks.)

I’m tagging @love2hulksmash @thekristen999 @stephmcx @girlonastring @flowerfan2 and @pterawaters, which is six people because I can’t count, but I’m about to make it seven because I’m also tagging you, the person reading this (hi there!). Say I tagged you and tag me so I can read it! I know that kind of thing can feel awkward, but it won’t be, because I’m cheering you on. Go for it, if you want to do it. :D

#tagged in #writing #*#question: [requires maybe two words to be answered]#me: [writes two lengty paragraphs]#i guess that also tells you something about what kind of writer i am

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ekkorn · 5 years

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hi there, just saw in the tags that you didn‘t like endgame. would you like to expand on that? i am curious to know other people‘s perspective. personally, i liked it. it has flaws, yes, but to me it was enjoyable. if you don‘t feel like answering, that is fine :) have a great day!

oh wow. you really wanna know? okay, but on your own head be it. :o

i’m just joking, i’ll go easy, or at least give you the digest (a vicious lie) version. if you want to see the full extent of my derision and vitriol, you can go to @lowkeysebastianstan, which is the blog where i’ve tried to limit this too. but to give you the not at all short and not so sweet of it, here goes. (endgame spoilers obviously).

the first thing that really set me off was the ending, more precisely, what steve did. it made absolutely no sense whatsoever, and hit me closer to home than most of my followers here since bucky and steve are my fave characters, and the only ship i really have. now, i never thought stucky would become canon, not even a little, i didn’t even hope for it. sure, the representation would’ve been awesome, but there’s no way marvel could’ve done it justice, so it was just as well it was never gonna happen. what i hadn’t prepared for was to what extreme extent they were terrified of the ship and the effect it would have if they were to let it be even a hint that could be interpreted as some emotional connection between them, for 3 films they’re built bucky up as the most important character in steve’s life, he’s risked his own life to save him, he basically eradicated hydra during wwii fueled by grief for him, he was prepared to die for him in tws, he fought his friends and gave up everything for him in cacw, and then he just? leaves? to be with a woman who died of old age and natural causes after a long fulfilling life with another man and family of her own. who specifically told him to fucking move on in tws? yeah, sure. and do not get me wrong, i adore sam wilson, after bucky, and the real steve rogers, he is by far my fave in the cap verse (saving a few spots for my bp and cm peeps in the mcu, but we’ll get to them), and he is the superior choice to pick up the mantle, no doubt about it. (okay, a little doubt, they teased sebastian with that shield for 8 years, they based bucky on the brubaker storyline where he becomes cap, and so i do feel a little torn bc no matter how happy he must be for his friend, and him and mackie are good friends, he must be a little disappointed? but who knows, maybe they’ll do something with that in the series, which would be stupid af bc that would negate the positive leap in representation, and mackie deserves it too, so who the fuck knows, i’ll probably not be around to keep track anyways, and can you tell im rambling), but for steve’s last words to be to sam? while bucky stands and watch in the background? like??? i could go on in (more excruciating) detail, but that was why i linked the blog, there might be a point or two about this on there.

but that was just the start. all through the movie i felt disconnected and uneasy, they made some really weird choices, but i don’t think it was until nat took the plunge that i knew i had an absolute dud on my hands.

the mcu has done a lot of things right, but their treatment of women is NOT one of them. and oh boy did they go out with a bang. first is the obvious implication, he got to live bc he had “more to live for”, and she didn’t have a family, and ye gods we know she can’t have kids, so why should she live?

(see, if the bw movie wasn’t in the books, i’d completely get it, if it was to give scarjo her life back, and she wanted nat to be good and dead, sure. actually, when i first watched it, that’s what i thought tbh, that the bw movie was cancelled, so. but it’s not, so she will return. and since that the case it’s just fucked up that they yeeted her off the roster. and sure, some of the bw movie was always gonna be set in the past, but tbh? i don’t see much point in prequels for dead characters, you know that whatever happens won’t affect the outcome for the character at all, and i usually find them completely void of meaning. that might just be me though). and of course the fact that she died the same way gamora went didn’t help. (gamora’s death was maybe the single worst thing in aiw, she was fridged, not for the advancement of one man, but for two (thanos and quill) and it.just.shouldn’t.have.worked.thanos.cannot.love! again, mcu and women? not a good match.)

then of course, it comes back to steve and how much he doesn’t give a crap about the people close to him in the present, we never see him care or grieve for anyone but peggy, and he could barely spare two tears for nat before it was all business again. and the rest of the team? i think clint cared a little, and banner threw a chair, but that was it. no memorial, not burial, no nothing, it was like she never existed, and she died saving the world just as much as tony, he couldn’t have done jack shit without the soul stone.

and speaking of women, shuri and okoye? before the trailer dropped i was sure shuri was in this, that we’d get to see her lead in her brother’s stead. i actually did a short lament on this already, here.

carol was terribly underused, after all the oompf about her being there she was barely a blip. but the haircut was fantastic, and the best part of the movie was when she returned at the end.

then there’s nebula and gamora (again). at first i was actually quite pleased that they sort of found a loophole to bring gamora back, but then i thought about it (yes, sometimes i get seduced by the flashy colours too) and yeah. sure. a gamora is there, but she’s void of all the things that makes her interesting and all her development is just gone, everything “our” gamora achieved and experienced is gone, three films worth of arc is worthless. so what then is the point of getting “her” back? i don’t care about this person, i don’t know her. are we gonna see quill just harass her the next film, bc you know, she’s been with him, so why shouldn’t he expect her to just do that now? tbh i wouldn’t be surprised, but now that gunn is back maybe he can save it? not that i’ll be around to keep track though.

then nebula. nvm that time paradox, that’s a whole other fuckfest i’ll get back to, but we had to get to see her get killed too, didn’t we. by her sister, the only person in the world she loves. fucking fantastic, i cannot control my enthusiasm.

and no, cool as it was, the a-force surrounding parker is not enough to bring this home. it was a cool sight though. (see? i can see the good.)

then of course it’s peggy. a woman he knew for a few months back during the war. (sure they knew each other longer, but i’d say, even if you’re very generous, they can’t have spent more than a couple of months in each other’s company, and they kissed once). who they stripped of all character development and autonomy so that steve could go back and get his “damce”. everything she achieved, every good thing that happened to her, her husband, her family, her advancement in shield, all gone. bc steve must have his happy ending, no matter that she told him to move the fuck on in tws, who cares.

and then there’s sharon. yeah, they forgot about her, didn’t they. i mean, i was never really on board with that, the whole aunt/niece thing was a bit too weird for me, and this was way before i shipped stucky, but that doesn’t matter. bc they did that, they had them kiss within days after peggy’s death (oooh, look how he cared for peggy), making it clear that this was the beginning of something. (also marvel and several of the actors treated emily like crap, oh yeah, i remember, doesn’t help either.)

(gods i said this would be short, didn’t i? imagine if i could’ve spent all the words i’ve spent ranting about endgame on my latest chapter? good grief.)

then there’s their so called lgbt representation. 30 seconds of a character that had a total of 60 sconds of screentime in tws lamenting his dead lover? well. i. they wanted credit for that. i just.

then there’s thor. they negated every ounce of development he had in ragnarok, this also goes for aiw, wasn’t happy about that, and made him completely ooc, he just spends his time drinking ab\nd playing fortnite of all things? bold of them to assume that will still be a thing in 5 years, but also? thor? THOR? neglecting his people? his friends? the world? thor? then they of course made him fat, haha, so they could add fat-shaming to the list while they make light and fun of his drinking problems, his grief and his ptsd. awesome. the funniest.

then there’s clint. that they just randomly made a killer? just, like a straight up murderer? okay then. and still nat deserved to die. excellent.

then there’s banner. okay, i don’t think they fucked him up as bad as the others, but it’s still strange he would risk his intelligence to become hulk full time, but you do you.

rocket and rhodey were the best things about this damn disaster, just putting it out there.

then there’s tony. i mean, we knew he was the main protagonist, and im not objecting that, (even if i think it’s really strange he’d be born in 1970) but idk. that was strange’s plan? all that for that? and pepper just went, eh what the hell, just die, i can raise this kid you wanted. (i know, i know, she’s her mom, she cares), but it was just so flat. and idk. i mean, rdj wanted his life back, just as evans, but i’d want to see that switched, that tony get to retire and steve sacrifice himself to save the world. tony could still be the deciding factor in strange’s plan even if steve delivered the coup de grace. at least he cared enough to show an emotion™when peter came back, which was more than steve bothered with. jfc they fucked up steve.

then there’s the time travel. okay, a few things about the 2012 thing. they put him in the elevator, and then, instead of having him just kick the crap out of the agents, they reference hydra!cap? the biggest shitstorm in the comics in the last two decades? like what the actual fuck? then of course there’s the americas ass thing, which, again, that’s steve, cares about his ass but not his friends! (but at least 2012 steve cares about bucky, maybe he’ll save him a couple of years early, back to the future steve will just live out his life knowing bucky is getting tortured somewhere in siberia, good times.) oh! and i guess they have their loophole to get loki back too, great, they’ll probably just forget that he’s not in the main timeline, bc who cares.

and the fun just keeps coming with the time travel. oh they tried with some crap explanation that no one can make sense of, but here’s the kicker. they can’t either, they don’t even want to try, they don’t even agree with each other.

+ +

how did they know to meet up in wakanda or wherever, the dustees? did strange send a memo? not just the ppl in the soul realm or wherever they were, but all the others too, like valkyrie and hope. time and place just magically popped into their heads? and what happened when they all came back? or some came back, bc obviously a shit ton of ppl died at the dusting, like the pilot of a 747 gone? plane goes down and such, ppl really dead. and where do they reappear? where they disappeared? aka those passengers that got dusted comes back mid flight? fun! and what about the ones that moved on in their absence? what happens to the ones that come back when their wives and husbands are remarried, when there’s no place for them in their old lives. did all of peter’s classmates get dusted, or did the rest of the class graduate without him, i must assume that all of those in s:ffh did, otherwise some would be in college by now, yeah?

and that’s another reason their watertight time travel is leaky af, there’s no way to get the logistics to work. the only option as such would have been to go back to 2018 and fix it, to reset time, bc otherwise there are just too many holes, it’s just not possible. but they can’t do that bc then they’ll undo all the things that happen in the future that the characters don’t want to lose, like tony’s kid.

oh, i know, it’s a superhero movie, but im strange like that, i expect a modicum of internal logic in all my movies, the bitch that i am.

okay, im gonna leave it there, ive run out of steam, and i want to gif a set. there’s a few things more, but i think you’ve gotten the gist, that i’m not a fan of this movie and a short (lol, so sorry, nothing is ever digest with me, i should’ve warned you) list of reasons why. honestly this is the first time i’ve really don’t a more general account, ive pretty much stuck to steve and that crapshute, there’s a lot of other blogs that concentrate on the other characters, i’d list a few, but i don’t have it in me rn, pop me a msg if you’re interested, also if you’re interested in some real meta, this rambling rant isn’t something that people should be exposed to honestly.

avengers: endgame was a shit movie and no amount of “he’s worthy” and “avengers assemble” is going to fix that, BUT if you enjoyed it, i don’t think less of you, obviously everyone is different, and i envy the hell out of you, i sorely wish i could’ve liked it too. the russos directed what is by far the best movie in the mcu imo, tws, and they had us all fooled, even if we probably should’ve seen it coming after iron man 4: civil war.

hope you’re having a spectacular day, sorry you had to read this if you did, and and thank you for making mine better, i really had a rant in me needing out. (you’d think i’d run out of hate for this by now, but nah.)

thank you for the ask :)

#whyisitsohardtogetoutofbed #ask #answered #anti endgame #i am sorry #i know it's awfully negative #but you asked #obviously you couldn't have been prepared for this though #so i am i bit sorry #lisa's crap #oh look a new tag #i refuse to keep tagging for spoilers #if you've still not seen it idk what to tell you #also the read more should be enough

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glycerineclown · 5 years

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MY TOP FIVE SHIPS MEME

I was tagged by @lightofpage and @sselinaaaa! Thank you! ❤❤❤

TIED FOR NUMBER ONE: FRANK/KAREN (MARVEL TV)

This pairing has the distinct honor of being the only het ship on my top five list. And honestly, female characters don’t usually get to go to the kinds of places with male characters that Karen goes with Frank--and then there’s the whole star-crossed “it’s too dangerous for them to be together” thing. As I said in the tags of my first Kastle fic, literally two weeks after the release of DDS2, THIS SHIP IS AN EMOTIONAL HELLSCAPE. Then TPS1 happened, and I wrote more than I probably ever have in my whole life. I fucking love Frank and Karen. They have an amazingly open, honest relationship, built on trust, as equals. If Frank could stop getting horribly injured at the end of every season right before they get cockblocked, that would be great, because I’m always trying to figure out a position that wouldn’t hurt for him to fuck in.

But if Frank had kissed her in TPS2, honestly, I’d be disappointed in him.

TIED FOR NUMBER ONE: PATRICK/RICHIE (LOOKING)

Richie might be the dreamiest boy I’ve ever seen. And Patrick is the most relatable anxiety-ridden white-boy fuckup. From the beginning, their relationship addressed a lot of really interesting themes surrounding racism and classism within gay culture, and the first season of Looking has to be the #1 most beautiful season of television I have ever had the pleasure of watching.

I wrote a lot of fanfic for these two in 2015. The movie that came out after this show was cancelled was probably the greatest, most fulfilling gift I have ever been given. I will never stop recommending this series to people.

NUMBER THREE: STEVE/BUCKY (MARVEL)

I just love Steve Rogers and I want him to have something good. And I trust him to take care of his brainwashed assassin Bucky. The whole “I’ve been in love with you for my whole life but it wasn’t acceptable when we were young” thing really does it for me. And now they’re fucked up and have so much baggage but they still love each other. And I like that they can have the most ridiculous sex because they’re supersoldiers. I like that the fandom tries so many different things--Steve and Bucky have so many time periods to pull from, and so many physical forms. The freedom with which I’ve seen Stucky writers explore has really made me feel free to try whatever I want with Kastle fandom.

NUMBER FOUR: STILES/DEREK (TEEN WOLF)

Look, I haven’t written significant fanfic for them since 2012 (one of which I never finished, sort of a “Girl With the Dragon Tattoo” type AU where Gerard Argent was a religious fanatic), and I stopped watching the show long before it ended, but I haven’t stopped revisiting my favorite stories. Derek and Stiles’ canon quasi-friendship had such an interesting level of trust. They are so different and complementary, and have been through so much. Everyone loves a story where the “relatable one” has to win over the “asshole,” and this ship has that in spades. Also, a show like Teen Wolf allows for an incredible amount of sexual tropes and a/b/o and other things. And goddamn, Hoechlin.

NUMBER FIVE: ELIO/OLIVER (CALL ME BY YOUR NAME)

This book tore me open and transported me to being nineteen so hard. For the first third, it felt like Elio’s feelings had 100% once been mine. Kindred spirits. I was so invested, right from the beginning. I understood it completely, I was strapped in. For me, any reservations about the age difference were countered entirely by the perspective of the story, Elio’s deep family support system, and the things he and Oliver have in common. I don’t think it’s the right art for everybody but fuck if I didn’t love every moment of it.

The film is a beautifully faithful adaptation (although Armie Hammer, as much as I love him in the role, absolutely looks too old). And that press tour was outstanding. The best press tour I’ve ever seen.

I’m tagging @aimmyarrowshigh @ejunkiet @raptorlily @lovepollution @152glasslippers @drawsaurus @frankenshane

#op #kastle #looking hbo #stucky #sterek #cmbyn

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teresaneele · 5 years

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tag games!! (2 in 1)

@lap-of-the-gods Thank you for always tagging me, sorry this took ages. :(

Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better. Answer the provided questions.

Nickname: Lani, Mel, Melsie (Poppins), Buttnut McMonsterkonk (don’t ask.), Mellus, Mellö - there are a few

Starsign: Pisces

What I’m Wearing: Right now? Black panties and a black bra, that’s it

Dream Job: I’m good where I’m now, but in general it would be actress or make up artist on movies/tv shows

Favorite Quote: “One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead” by Oscar Wilde

Favorite Food: My mom makes a great casserole with fried potatoes and pork

Favorite Movie: Borhap, It (2017), Prisoners, Wall-E, Inception

Favorite Sport: Horse riding

Dream Trip: Croatia again, London again, Canada

Languages: German, English, Spanish, Swedish, Latin (not all of them fluently though, pffft)

Favorite Song: I don’t have that ONE favorite song, but one that I always loved and probably will always love a lot is Dream On by Aerosmith

Favorite Book: Murder on the Orient-Express, Aristotle & Dante discover the secrets of the universe, Call me by your name, A long way down

What Do I Hate?: Moths, disappointing people, being late

Random Fact: I own a teddy bear that is about 1,50m tall. His name is Knut and he wanted to be mentioned

Describe Yourself as Aesthetic Things: flares, chokers, rolled up sleeves, old books, dim light through closed curtains, winged eyeliner

Do I Get Asks?: Sometimes! There can never be enough asks though, but most of the ones that I receive are lovely <3

Other Blogs: I used to have two Star Wars blogs, I also have a Croatia NT blog, but this will stay my main

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Patronus: According to Pottermore a St Bernard, I say it’s a unicorn

Favorite Characters: Bucky Barnes, Luna Lovegood, Kylo Ren, Carl Grimes, Harley Quinn

And another tag game!

Relationship status: The singliest single

Top 3 ships:Stucky, Kylux, Gafou

Lipstick or Chapstick : Chapstick

Spell out your name in songs:

L - Liar (Queen) A - Amerika (Rammstein) N - No tears left to cry (Ariana Grande) I - I’m gonna do my thing (Royal Deluxe)

(I’m too lazy for my full name, sorry)

Tagging: @clara-who, @anotheronebitesthedeaks, @gwil-lee, @justgivemethekeys

These aren’t nine people but anyway

#tagged

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a-splash-of-stucky · 6 years

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darkened corridors and shadowy corners

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Square Filled: Semi-Public Sex Ship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Rating: E Major Tags: Top Steve, Bottom Bucky, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism Word Count: 3316 Summary:

Bucky Barnes hates gala dinners and Steve Rogers has an exhibitionist streak.

Created for @mcukinkbingo

Notes: Posting this fic today in celebration of two things. Firstly, I’ve hit 4000 (!!!) followers on my tumblr, so consider this my thank-you present to all of you. I seriously don’t know why y’all follow me, but I’m grateful nonetheless.

Secondly, it’s a special someone’s 36th birthday tomorrow, and I feel like that’s an appropriate occasion to put this fic up.

Inspiration for Steve’s tux: [x]

Stucky Masterlist

Bucky’s come to the conclusion that he hates gala dinners.

He has many reasons as to why this is the case.

For starters, they’re filled to the brim with people he has no interest in talking to. They also involve him having to listen to a ridiculous amount of insincere and unnervingly similar speeches. Plus, he has to wear ridiculously constrictive penguin suit, the food is horrendous (at best), and he can’t even get drunk on the fancy-ass champagne.

He’d much rather be back home with Steve, cuddled up on the sofa or on their bed, watching something on Netflix and eating spring rolls from the Chinese place near their apartment.

Bucky snags a flute of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter, just to give his hands something to hold. He spies a familiar head of blonde hair at the foot of the grand staircase and decides to make his way over to Steve. Bucky tucks his metal hand into his pocket and sips on his drink leisurely as he threads his way through the crowd of bodies.

Steve is talking to an elderly couple, his expression open and attentive as he listens to them.

He looks gorgeous tonight, all dolled up in a navy-blue suit that hugs his shoulders and nips in at that unfairly trim waist. The black lapel of his jacket is a nice little detail, and it ties in with the black bowtie he wears. His suit pants draw emphasis to the musculature of his thighs – Bucky wouldn’t mind feeling those thighs wrapped around him, right now. Anything’d be better than milling around doing nothing. Beneath the jacket, Steve wears a crisp white shirt, the buttons straining – just a little – against his broad pecs.

As if sensing Bucky’s gaze on him, Steve’s eyes flick over to Bucky, a silent question in them. Bucky raises his glass to him, before downing the rest of his champagne in one gulp. Steve presses his lips into a thin line, like he’s trying to suppress a smile. He turns his attention back to the couple in front of him.

Bucky stifles a laugh. No matter what pleasant and charming expression might be on Steve’s face, Bucky knows that internally, his boyfriend is dying of boredom, just as bad as Bucky is. There are few things they hate more than going to these so-called ‘charity’ gala dinners.

Bucky snorts. If the guests in attendance really did have charity-based reasons for their presence, they sure as hell aren’t dressing like it. You’d think that people concerned about kids dying of poverty in Sub-Saharan Africa wouldn’t show up to an event like this with their Rolex watches and their necks dripping in precious jewels. Besides, if this charity was actually serious about using their funds for the greater good, then they wouldn’t have hired out this fancy-ass mansion, with its antique furniture, marble floors and crystal chandeliers.

The only reason that he and Steve are here at all is because of Pepper. The organiser of the event is apparently a dear friend of hers, and they’d asked Pepper to be their guest speaker for the night. A last-minute commitment had prevented Pepper from attending, and so, not wanting to disappoint her friend entirely, Pepper had asked Steve to make a speech in her stead. Steve — being Steve — had of course said yes, but had insisted that Bucky be made to come too, because they have a rule about gala dinners: either they suffer together, or they don’t suffer at all.

Finally, after what feels like a decade later, Steve manages to excuse himself from the elderly couple. He strides over to Bucky, who is leaning against a side-table, twirling his empty champagne flute between his fingers.

“You seem popular, tonight,” Bucky comments, as Steve stands beside him, leaning his back against the wall.

Steve sighs heavily, pushing his fringe away from his forehead with the tips of his fingers. “This is a fucking joke,” he grumbles, “That lady—ugh.”

“What’d she say?” Bucky asks

“Some bullshit about all Africans being dumb and lazy, which is why they ain’t gettin’ any richer,” Steve rants. “I mean—I should’a known that was comin’ when she said that Africa was a country, but still.”

“Why the fuck’s she at this charity event then?” Bucky asks incredulously.

“I don’t fucking know!” Steve hisses, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “I just—ugh. I hate goin’ to these things, remind me not to be nice anymore.”

“Steve,” Bucky drawls, “You’re the biggest asshole I’ve ever met. Just let more people see that side of you and they’ll stop askin’ you for favours real fast, pal.”

Steve barks out a surprised, slightly hysterical laugh, one that makes his entire body shake. He turns, pressing his forehead to Bucky’s shoulder as he catches his breath.

“You’re somethin’ else, Buck,” he murmurs.

“I’m bored outta my mind, is what I am,” Bucky says.

Steve hums sympathetically, curling his hand around Bucky’s bicep to give it an affectionate squeeze. “I know, sweetheart,” he sighs, as he straightens up. “But for what it’s worth, I’m real glad you said yes to this.”

“You better get me a real good thank you present for comin’ with you,” Bucky says, jabbing Steve in the chest to emphasise his point.

Steve grabs hold of Bucky’s wrist, preventing him from pulling his hand away. His head is cocked to one side and his eyes are narrowed in thought. Bucky tenses up instinctively.

“What?” he asks, immediately worried. “What is it?”

“Baby, you’re a genius,” Steve whispers, looking at him with bright, sparkling eyes.

“I’m a what now?” Bucky says, confused.

Steve’s lips curl into a slow, devilish smile as he tugs Bucky closer. He leans in close, pressing his lips to the shell of Bucky’s ear. “You’re bored. I’m bored. We got another hour ‘fore I gotta get ready for my speech. What’s say I give you your thank-you present now?”

Bucky reacts in several ways. His eyes widen, his heart skips a beat, his lungs forget how to breathe and most importantly, his cock perks up in interest.

“Jesus,” he croaks.

“Nah, s’just me,” Steve jokes.

Bucky punches him in the arm. With his metal fist.

Dumb punk should know better.

“Hey!” Steve protests, “I’m serious, you want it or not?”

Bucky shakes his head in disbelief, before leaning in closer, until he can smell the woody scent of Steve’s cologne.

“D’you even need to ask that question?” Bucky asks breathily, “M’all yours, baby.”

Steve curses under his breath as he laces their fingers together. No sooner has Bucky set his champagne flute on the table does Steve drag him off. They walk through the crowd with purposeful strides, though it takes everything in Bucky not to sprint through the halls like a giddy nymph. He and Steve get a few curious stares, but no one stops them, and they don’t seem to arouse anyone’s suspicions.

Bucky realises that Steve is pulling him in the direction of the cloakroom, which: okay, he’s down with that. But, instead of turning left towards the aforementioned room, Steve turns right, taking Bucky down a narrow, dimly-lit corridor. They pass a few doors, all marked with either ‘No Entry’ or ‘Staff Only’ signs. Luckily for them, there’s no one around. Steve takes a couple of left turns before abruptly fisting his hands in Bucky’s jacket and crowding him up against a wall.

The kiss they share is hot and dirty, with Steve shoving his tongue into Bucky’s mouth as his fingers tangle through Bucky’s hair, loosening his ponytail. Bucky moans, cock swelling in his pants as Steve grinds their hips together.

“Gotta be quiet for me, Buck,” Steve whispers, as he peppers feather-light kisses down Bucky’s neck. “Don’t want anyone to catch us, do we?”

“Fuck, Stevie,” Bucky whimpers, eyes screwing shut at the thought.

Oh, the press’d have a field day with something like that. The whole world would go into a frenzy, with every single news outlet publishing some atrocious, punny headline. He can imagine the beating they’d take from the PR team if someone were to see them going at it like a pair of rabbits.

“What d’you want, baby, what d’you want?” Steve whispers, his breath hot and wet against Bucky’s throat. “Want me to suck your dick? Want me to eat you out? Want my cock inside you?”

Bucky clings to Steve’s shoulders helplessly, each idea making his stomach flip with arousal. “Yes,” he pants, “Yeah, I want it.”

Steve chuckles darkly, the sound low and husky against Bucky’s ear. “Which one, Buck?”

“All of it,” Bucky replies, turning to press his lips to Steve’s throat. “I want all of it.”

“Can’t baby, we don’t got enough time,” Steve says and damn it, how can he sound so hot and so sincerely apologetic at the same time?

Bucky growls in frustration, catching Steve’s skin between his teeth. “Fine,” he grumbles, “Then slick me up and get your cock inside me right fucking now.”

Steve huffs out a laugh. “Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he says, shifting back slightly.

There’s a grin on his face that is equal parts sappy and devilish and honestly? Bucky’s body doesn’t know how to respond to that. His heart is overflowing with fondness, but at the same time, his dick is throbbing in anticipation.

When Steve pulls out a packet of lube from his back pocket, Bucky quirks an eyebrow in surprise.

“Were you plannin’ on this, Stevie?” he asks, a sly smirk on his lips.

Steve shrugs his shoulders. It might be dark, but Bucky can see the beginnings of a flush on his cheekbones. “Well, I was kinda planning for it to happen in the car on the way home, or somethin’, but this works too,” he mumbles.

Bucky laughs softly, tugging him in for another kiss. It starts off soft and sweet but soon crosses the line into filthier territory, as Steve slides his thigh between Bucky’s legs and presses it against his trapped cock.

“Turn around,” Steve husks, not bothering to break the kiss.

Bucky turns to face the wall and Steve presses up behind him, a hot, comforting weight at his back. Two pairs of fumbling hands manage to undo his belt and fly; his pants and boxers get shoved partway down his thighs. When the cool air blows over his exposed ass, Bucky shivers.

There’s something so sinfully delicious about sneaking around like this. He’s never thought of himself as an exhibitionist, but there’s just something about getting it on in darkened corridors and shadowy corners that makes his blood run hot. If someone were to see them right now, what would they think? Steve’s good-boy image would be shattered entirely, and Bucky would be known as Captain America’s slut – which, to be honest, is something he’d be quite proud about.

He hears the crinkle of Steve ripping the lube packet open, which is all the warning he gets before he feels two slick fingers rubbing against his hole. Bucky grunts, spreading his legs as far as he can with them still trapped in his pants. Steve eases one finger in gently but quickly, twisting it around to slick up Bucky’s insides. Once Bucky’s relaxed enough to take another, he works the second one in, spreading them apart and twisting his wrist around to loosen Bucky’s channel. Bucky has his bottom lip between his teeth to muffle his moans and cries of pleasure.

“Steve,” he pants shakily, “Baby, c’mon, m’ready, get in me, c’mon.”

“Fuck,” Steve mutters, “Yeah, okay, just lemme—”

Steve tears open a condom packet and slides the rubber onto his length. Rationally, Bucky knows that using a condom makes clean-up a lot easier, but he much prefers Steve going bare inside him. Plus, the thought of having Steve’s come dripping out of his ass for the rest of the night? His own dirty little secret? That lights a fire inside him.

Maybe that’s something they’ll save for another time.

Bucky whimpers when he feels the hot, blunt pressure of Steve’s dick nudging at his entrance. “C’mon, c’mon,” he chants, pressing his forehead to the wall.

Steve spears him open, working his cock into Bucky with short, sharp thrusts. He has a death-grip on Bucky’s hips, fingers digging in hard enough that if Bucky were a normal person, Steve would probably break his bones.

“Shit,” Steve says reverently, “Buck – ah, oh, you feel so good.”

Bucky groans in agreement, unable to come up with something more coherent as his response. His lungs have seized up, unable to draw in a full breath as his system is overcome with pleasure. Steve’s cock inside him is rubbing all of the right spots, stretching him to the brink of his limits – Bucky is teetering on the border of pain and pleasure as his body struggles to rearrange itself around Steve’s girth.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ huge,” he moans, exhaling harshly through his nose. Distantly, he feels Steve shaking with breathless laughter.

“Want you so bad, baby, you feel so good,” Steve says, hunching over to press a kiss to the side of Bucky’s head. Bucky hums in response.

“Fuck me, c’mon,” he says, “Give it to me good, Stevie.”

Steve growls. He laces his fingers through Bucky’s hair and yanks his head back, forcing Bucky to arch his back slightly. Bucky whimpers, a bolt of desire shooting to his groin.

“Yes,” he hisses, gritting his teeth as Steve starts to snap his hips in earnest. The plates in Bucky’s metal arm whirr and click as pleasure crawls up and down his spine.

“Goddamn, baby,” Steve puffs, his free hand on Bucky’s ass cheek, spreading him open. “Wish you could see, you’re takin’ me so damn good.”

“Steve,” Bucky moans, knees going weak at the possessiveness of Steve’s tone.

His head is spinning with pleasure as Steve’s clock plunges into him again and again, brushing against his prostate each time. Bucky claws and scrabbles at the wall, his fingers seeking purchase to ground himself against the force of Steve’s thrusts. He’s doing his best to suppress his noises of pleasure, but the occasional choked-off moan or breathless whimper still manages to escape.

So lost is Bucky in his own pleasure that he doesn’t hear the ladies until they’re almost on top of them.

Thankfully, Steve is more aware of his surroundings than Bucky is, so he stills as soon as he hears voices, one hand coming around to clamp over Bucky’s mouth. Bucky stiffens, his eyes going wide when he registers the clacking of stilettos against the wooden floor.

He strains his ears, trying to discern how many people there are – and why the hell they’re walking in this direction.

“Shelly!” a shrill voice calls, “Where’re you going?”

“To the bathroom!” someone replies, probably this Shelly person. It’s a woman’s voice. She’s disturbingly close, perhaps only fifteen feet from Bucky and Steve’s position.

Bucky is about to turn around and tell Steve to pull out when he feels a large, callused hand wrap around his leaking cock. He inhales sharply as Steve strokes him from root to tip.

“The bathroom’s this way, babes,” laughs the first voice.

Bucky wriggles in Steve’s grip, trying to shove him off. Steve only presses in closer and tightens his fist around Bucky, twisting his hand up and down his shaft. Bucky’s harsh breathing is muffled by Steve’s palm, and there’s a coppery tang in his mouth – he must’ve bitten his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Are you sure? I saw a sign pointing this way,” says the second voice. Fuck, she’s even closer now.

Steve still isn’t letting up. He continues to jerk Bucky off with maddeningly slow motions, flicking his thumb over the slick head of his cock on every upstroke. It’s a miracle that his erection hasn’t wilted from the panic, honestly. Bucky’s knees buckle when Steve teases his nail into his slit, swirling a blob of pre-come around.

“Shelly, c’mon,” says the first voice. Heels click on the floor as the voice’s owner walks closer. “I don’t think it’s in here, look at all these doors – c’mon, we’ll go out and ask someone, yeah?”

Shelly groans in frustration, just as Steve grinds his hips into Bucky’s ass, the head of his cock dragging over Bucky’s prostate. Against his will, a whimper bubbles out of Bucky’s throat.

“Did you hear that?” Shelly asks. Bucky wants to scream – she’s around the corner to where they are.

“Shelly, c’mon,” the first voice whines. “It’s creepy, I don’t like it.”

Shelly sighs. “Okay, okay, let’s go.”

As their voices fade into the distance, the tension dissipates from Bucky’s body, bleeding out as he exhales in relief. When Steve takes his hand away from Bucky’s mouth, he immediately twists around to glare at his boyfriend over his shoulder.

“You fucking asshole,” he growls.

Steve grins maniacally in response. “That was amazing,” he says giddily.

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Warn a guy before you indulge in your exhibitionist fantasies,” he grumbles.

“Aw, baby, don’t be sore at me,” Steve croons, his fist jerking Bucky’s cock hard and fast as he resumes the movements of his hips. “C’mon, lemme make it up to ya’, make you feel good, yeah?”

Bucky makes an unintelligible noise in reply. He braces his forearms against the wall and fucks himself onto Steve’s cock, timing his movements to Steve’s thrusts. Steve grunts, tightening his grip on Bucky’s waist with one hand. His other fist flies over Bucky’s cock, making lewd squelching noises.

“Stevie,” Bucky whines breathlessly, toes curling in pleasure, “Oh—don’t stop, please.”

“Gonna come, Buck?” Steve asks darkly, hips pumping with renewed vigour.

“Yeah,” Bucky moans, “Yeah, yes—oh, yes, you feel so good, oh m’god—I’m gonna—”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Steve husks, “Let go, Buck.”

“Steve, fuck—fuck,” Bucky gasps, thumping his fist against the wall.

The pleasure building at the base of his cock explodes without warning as spurts of come shoot from the tip of his dick. Some of it hits the wall, but most of his release trickles over Steve’s fingers. Bucky bites down on his lips, muffling his screams of pleasure. His eyes are screwed shut and his pulse is roaring in his ears. His head is spinning with pleasure — it all feels so goddamn good.

Steve follows soon after, cursing under his breath as his hips rut against Bucky’s ass. With one final thrust, he slumps forward, pressing his forehead to the space between Bucky’s shoulders as he rides out his climax. His hips make jerky grinding motions as his dick shoots off into the condom.

As their heartbeats struggle to return to a normal pace, Steve slips out of Bucky’s ass and pulls off the condom, tying it closed and wrapping it in some tissue that he whips out of his pocket. He cleans off his dick and spunk-covered hand, then reaches around to clean off Bucky’s cock.

What a gentleman.

Spending the next couple of hours with dried come on the inside of his pants wouldn’t be that great, so Bucky is grateful for Steve’s preparedness.

As Steve tucks himself away, Bucky pulls his boxers and pants back up, before fixing his jacket and straightening his tie. They’ll both need to stop by a bathroom to freshen up before they re-enter the main hall, but they look presentable enough that at first glance, no one will wonder what they’ve been up to.

Bucky grasps Steve’s lapel and yanks him close, planting a filthy kiss on his lips. “You’re a fucking punk,” he says heatedly.

Steve chuckles fondly, one hand curling around Bucky’s bicep. “I know,” he says simply. “And you love me for it.”

“You’re gonna pay for that later,” Bucky warns him.

Steve flashes him a dark smile. “I’m countin’ on it.”

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youandmeandlife · 6 years

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Hacked (s.s)

Summary: Sebastian opens his heart in an interview about leaked messages and pictures of his girlfriend.

Warnings: Little angsty

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word count: 1140

Request:

He stared at her, watching the interviewer closely as he’d learned over the past years that it was polite to pay attention to the people he was talking to. It was hard though, to be fully there in the room with the lady in front of him. He knew what was coming up, his media manager had informed him of it. It’s not like he didn’t want to talk about it, he kind of owed it to his girlfriend. And besides, his fans needed to know that what they’d done was not alright.

“So, you were born in Romania?” Laura, the interviewer, asked. Sebastian noticed how she twirled the the coffeecup in her hand around, fiddling with it as she waited for him to reply.

“Yeah, I was,” Sebastian answered, grinning a little as he always did when people asked him about his home country. It always brought a smile on his face when he thought about Romania; he’d grown to be proud of his roots, embrace his foreign cultures.

“Do you ever go back there? You still have family there, right?” She asked and Sebastian leaned a little back in his seat.

“Most of my mum’s family is still back there, yeah. Unfortunately, I don’t get to visit them that often. I almost never have the chance to just go, you know? I went to, um, the capital earlier this year, so that was really nice. Met some lovely fans,” He answered her, his smile widening a little as he thought of all those lovely people he’d met; the nice fans.

“So, have you brought your girlfriend there yet?” Laura asked. Sebastian gulped, knowing she was about to bring it up.

“Um, not yet, no. I haven’t gotten the chance to yet,” He smiled sadly, hoping they’d last so long he would get the chance bring her someday. He really loved her, possibly more than he could ever remember loving any of his previous girlfriends. They hadn’t been together long, and he knew those feelings were somewhat a reason of newfound love, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He just prayed to whatever God would listen that their relationship weren’t completely broken. After what his socalled fans had done, things between them had been strained. She’d been mad, with all the right reasons to be, and he knew she’d need some time to think and get out of the spotlight. She lived in New York after all, in her own apartment fairly close to his, so the week after the incident she kept complaining about getting mobbed by fans and even some paparazzis and journalists who wanted her comment on the matter.

His and her own private address had of course also gotten leaked. He wasn’t really surprised when she said she wanted to leave the city for a little more quiet time. She left for the town she’d grown up in, claiming she needed to see her mother. Sebastian understood, he really did, but that had been two whole weeks ago and she had barely spoken to him since, only to say she had arrived safely and that she needed more time. He understood, or at least he tried to. His mind was mostly racing by the thought that she might leave him. Which is why he decided to do this interview, hoping she’d watch it and see that he was willing to do everything to defend her, even telling his own fans off.

“So, speaking of Y/N… There were some messages leaked from your phone, wasn’t it?” Laura asked. Sebastian’s jaw clenched on its own and he shifted a little in his seat.

“Um, yeah,” He swallowed. He was beyond nervous, the topic bother him so much since he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all his fault.

“Well, there was a lot of your personal stuff that was leaked as well, but a lot of people talked about the textmessages between you and Y/N. And there were some privat pictures of her as well, as far as I’ve understood? I don’t know, I haven’t seen any of it myself,” Laura chuckled a little at the end, obviously trying to lighten the mood. Sebastian smiled gently at her.

“Yeah, haha. I get that,” He looked down at his hands, clamping them together in his lap as he shifted some more in the chair. “So, um… Listen, that whole thing was partly my fault. I mean, looking back at it now it was stupid of me to use the same password for everything, because it started with some fans hacking my Instagram account and then they tried the same password to my dropbox-iCloud thing, I don’t even know what it’s called… Well, I mean, that was stupid of me really, but I have to say that it was… not cool of the people who shared all those pictures of Y/N,” Sebastian told Laura honestly.

“Yeah, I can imagine neither of you liked that. Is there anything that you would like to say to those people who did it?” The young woman asked. Sebastian cleared his throat.

“Well, you know, I just don’t understand how anyone could do that. I mean, being an actor and stuff, I’m always in the public, you know? I’ve kinda gotta be used it, but she isn’t. So, you know, she’s a waitress, she’s not a public person. There’s absolutely no reason to share those pictures of her. She was really sad about it, and she has all reason to be,” Sebastian said.

“Yeah, yeah. Because there were some… pretty provoking pictures, I’ve heard. Underwear, right?” Laura asked, bringing her cup up to her lips and taking a drink as she waited for Sebastian to answer.

“Well, I mean, yeah. It really sucks, it does, because especially those pictures Y/N sent to me because she trusted that I wouldn’t… release them anywhere, and then some people hack my phone and they get released anyway. It really sucked, and I’m just honestly so… disappointed with those people, because Y/N really didn’t deserve that,” Sebastian felt the rage rise in his chest as he thought about it, but he forced himself to stay calm. Yelling at fans he had no idea who even were, was not gonna solve anything. And besides, the damage was already done, he just had to assure that people understood they couldn’t violate his or his girlfriends privacy again like that.

Fortunately, the interview ended soon after that. Sebastian answered a couple of final questions, luckily unrelated to Y/N so he got some time to calm down before he waved bye to the audience and walked off the stage. The interview wouldn’t be shown until the following day, but he still pulled his phone out of his pocket. She still hadn’t called or texted.

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