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tinabelcherseroticfriendfiction · 2 years

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What Day Is It?

Title: What Day Is It? Fandom: MCU Pairing: Mob!Bucky X Reader Rating: NC-17 (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!) Warnings: Mob!Bucky (yes, he’s a warning in and of himself), explicit sexual content, BDSM, spanking, riding crops, Dark content, impact play, orgasm denial, i think that's it? Words: 2,400 Summary: Bucky appears to have forgotten your birthday. So you go to confront him, but he misunderstands your anger.

🍦 Waffle Cone: Bucky Barnes 🔪 Chocolate: Mafia 🍓 Forgotten birthday 🍫 Fighting to fucking 🍮 “If you’ve got something to tell me, now’s the time to do it.” 🍪 “Fight me, you big bitch!” 🌰 “Be a good girl and bend over the desk.”

All mistakes are mine, but shout out to my beautiful BETA reader @welcome-to-the-sin-zone

Happy Birthday, Birdie!!! @buckysbirdie, as promised, I got this up today! So this story came out MUCH DIFFERENT than what I had intended it to be! I was writing along and suddenly it took a sharp left turn and here's where it landed LMAO So I hope you like it!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

Materlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You were pissed.

Absolutely, inexplicably, unconditionally, pissed. And the bastard responsible? James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, AKA The Winter Soldier, Mob Boss of Brooklyn.

It was one thing to forget small things, like a last minute dinner plan. But your birthday!?

Bucky had been in meetings all month, which was nothing new. There were times when he would be gone from New York for weeks at a time doing deals and keeping tabs on his empire, but in the 5 years you had known him, he had never let work get between him and your birthday month, much less your birthday. But now…

You stormed into his office, ignoring Sam and Steve who were trying to grab you and pull you out, telling you to leave Bucky alone, he would make it up to you. You weren’t listening. You were furious and you didn’t care how dangerous James Barnes was, you were going to give him a piece of your mind.

Bucky, for his part, was sitting behind his large oak desk, his tie undone, his hair mused, and his cell phone up to his ear, looking downright ragged. You didn’t care.

“Barnes!” You hollered, storming up to his desk and slamming your hands down like you could intimidate a man like Bucky. “Get off the phone!”

Bucky eyed you up and down, his eye twitched. “Doll.” He drawled, sitting up in his chair a little straighter. “I suggest you go back to your room. I will be there shortly.”

“No.”

He raised an eyebrow and advised the person he was speaking to that he would be right back, placing his phone on mute. “No?” He asked as Sam and Steve both reached for your arms to pull you away, but you jerked out of their hold.

“You have five minutes. If you’ve got something to tell me, now’s the time to do it, Princess.”

Bucky didn’t usually use your nickname when he was angry. But then again, when he did, you knew he was angry. Except, he didn’t get to be angry right then. It was your turn to be pissed.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say!?” You cried, throwing your hands up. “What day is it, James?”

The use of his first name caught his attention and he narrowed his eyes. “Wednesday. And like every Wednesday, I have meetings. Meetings, by the way, that help protect you. So if you have anything else -”

“Fuck your meetings!”

“Are you looking for a fight?” Bucky stood up, his blue eyes never leaving you, threatening your very existence. “I don’t appreciate being -”

“Yeah! I fucking am! Fight me, you big bitch!” You cried, as you reached over and grabbed his phone, throwing it at him. “Come on, fight me!” Sam and Steve exchanged looks, worried for your safety, but afraid to intervene at this point and risk retribution from Bucky. “Y/N…” Steve said slowly, quietly. “Come on, let’s go back -”

“You stay the fuck out of this, Rogers!” You turn to Steve, shoving him hard. “And you, too, Wilson! I’ll get to you when I’m done with this bastard!”

“That’s enough!” Bucky hollered, stepping around his desk and grabbing you by the arm. “Rogers, Wilson. Out!”

The two scurried from the room as fast as they could as you turned back to Bucky, throwing a punch at him the way Natasha had shown you during your self defense practices Bucky had insisted you take with her every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It hit Bucky in the chest, hard enough that he felt it, but not hard enough to make him drop your arm.

“What is wrong with you!?” Bucky yelled, pulling you closer by the arm. “You want to fight!? Or do you want me to punish you!?” He tugged on your arm again, pulling you closer to his desk. “Be a good girl, then, and bend over the desk!” His mental hand pushed between your shoulder blades, forcing you face down onto his desk as he moved to stand behind you, ripping your leggings down the seams to reveal the soft pink panties you threw on just to piss him off more.

“I’ve told you once, I’ll tell you a thousand times, you don’t wear underwear - or pants - in the house!” He pulled the band to your panties back and allowed them to snap your lower back. “Now, you’ve interrupted my meeting, you broke my phone, you yelled at me and called me names in front of my men, you wore panties and pants, and you’re being an absolute brat right now. Usually that would be ten spankings for each rule broken, but that would be 70 swats. Can you take that?” He growled, pulling back just enough to pull the shredded remains of your leggings and your cotton panties off of you and threw them into the fireplace. His mental hand went right back to your shoulder blades, keeping you in place on the desk.

“Fuck you and your stupid rules!” You grunted as you tried to move under him, trying to get any leverage. “I’m still pissed at you!”

“And you won’t tell me why!” He yelled, pulling his hand back and slapping your ass hard. “That’s one, the next 79 you’re counting!”

“79!? You said 70 total!” You turned your head to glare at him.

“You know the rules, 10 for each rule broken. Are you *trying* to get to 100!? Because you’re now at 90.” He smirked, knowing exactly what this did to you.

You growled, turning your head away from him. “Fuck you and fuck your rules. You don’t own me.”

“100.” He landed another hard slap on your other cheek. “Count or I’ll add 10 more for each one you forget to count.”

You cursed, gripping the edge of the desk as hard as you could. “Two,” you hissed out, hating that you’re already turned on by this. You were supposed to be mad at him!

“That’s my good girl. I know you’re in there somewhere, Princess.”

Before you can respond, he lands three sharp slaps to your rear that has you pushing up onto the desk with each hit.

“Three-four-five!” You counted before you could forget. The most Bucky has ever handed you was 70 at one time. You weren’t sure you would survive 100.

“Jesus, look at you,” Bucky laughed. “Just five in and you’re dripping. My god, you’re a slut.” he dipped his hand between your legs, running one of his fingers through your folds and scooping up some of your excitement.

You whimper, your walls clenching around nothing. This was going to be torture, but fuck if it didn’t turn you on.

“This what you wanted, Princess?” He asked, spreading your lips and pushing a finger into you, causing you to gasp and rock your hips back to get some friction. “You just wanted Daddy’s attention? Well, you got it now. You have my full. Attention.” He pulls the finger out and immediately lands the next five smacks on your ass and thighs.

You count, tears already falling down your face. “Daddy -”

“Nuh-uh. Bad girls don’t get to talk. They just count.” The next ten came quickly, one after the other, quick succession in a rhythm only Bucky follows.

You’ve started shifting on your feet, trying hard to press your thighs together to get some relief of the tingling sensation between your legs as he pauses then, staring at your ass. You lick your lips and take the brief pause to close your eyes and stretch your fingers, knowing that it’s only going to get worse. 20 in, and you’re ready to beg forgiveness - not that it would help. Bucky always forgives you. But he never backs off or decreases your punishments.

You’ve just managed to get your legs together and get some relief, a short moan escaping your lips before Bucky is kicking your legs apart and thrusting three of his metal fingers deep into you.

You cry out, clawing at the desk to pull away, despite how good it feels to finally be filled with something. “FUCK! BUCKY!” you cried, pushing back onto his fingers as he brutally thrusts them in and out of you for a few moments before they’re gone again and Bucky’s shirt is shoved into your mouth, tied up with the discarded tie you aren’t sure when he removed.

“I told you! Only good girls get to talk!” He hissed, giving your ass yet another smack. “Now I have to count. And you know what that means?”

You did. Fuck you knew exactly what that meant, and you started crying. Now not only are you going to get your 100 spankings, you weren’t allowed to cum. And goddamnit, it was your birthday. It wasn’t fair!

“Keep it up, Princess, and you’ll be my personal cumbucket for a month with no release in sight. Go ahead, try me.” He taunted before he grabbed the riding crop from his desk. When did that get there? Had it been there the whole time?

“Don’t think this means you’re getting off easy.”

You wanted to roll your eyes. The riding crop was never ‘getting off easy’. It just meant Bucky wanted to save his palm from stinging too much during longer sessions. It also meant he had even more planned for you.

Fuck me.

The next thirty came swift, and you were positive you weren’t going to be able to sit down for the next week. Bucky would stop every 10-20 strokes to tease you more. He would circle your clit with his metal hand, bringing you so close to pleasure then pulling back and giving you another 10 spanks. Or he would finger you until you were sobbing then pull out and give you another 15.

At 60 he stopped longer, pulling his pants down and shoving his thick cock into you as fast and hard as he could, moaning filth and obscenities in your ear as he fucked you hard and fast, cumming in you before you could get there yourself. He stayed there, deep in you, pulsing, for a good five minutes then.

“That’s it, Princess,” he growled. “Take daddy’s cum. Gonna fucking breed you. Stuff you full of children and keep you pregnant. Fuck - God you’d look amazing with my baby inside you. You want that, Princess? You want Daddy’s baby? I’ll give it to you, you filthy slut.” he bit your shoulder, hard, before pulling out and giving you another 10 hard spanks with the riding crop that had you sobbing harder, your tears leaving a pool beneath your face on the desk that not even Bucky’s shirt and tie could soak up.

“That’s 70, baby. You’ve never done more than this.” He says, like you didn’t already fucking know that. “Just 30 more. You can do it.”

You wanted to scream at him. Hurl insults and yell at him to fuck off, but all you got out was another wimper as the next 5 came suddenly, hitting down your thighs almost to your knees.

If it wasn’t for the desk, you were sure you would have collapsed by now. 25 more seemed impossible. You were aching everywhere, and you thought you were bleeding. You couldn’t be sure. Bucky hadn’t said anything, but you wouldn’t put it past him.

You almost didn’t feel the next 15, the ache in your ass almost overriding the sensation of more spacks, but the final 10 you definitely felt.

Bucky had shifted, apparently sensing that you were no longer feeling the hits on your ass, and was now swinging underhanded, bringing the crop up to your pussy and clit. Each new smack had you screaming harder, tears streaming down your face like a waterfall. It was torture. Pleasureful torture.

You sobbed in relief when Bucky said the magic number - “100.”

But it was cut short when he grabbed you by the waist, flipped you over and laid you out on the desk, his head diving between your legs to eat you out like a starving man.

You tried to shove him away, but his metal arm grabbed both of your wrists and held them to your stomach, preventing you from moving or pushing him away.

Your overly sensitive core was attacked by Bucky’s wicked tongue, bringing you to another almost orgasm before he pulled away again. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he reached around and pulled the gag off of you, eyebrows raised.

“Now. Are you going to tell me why you were being such a brat?” He asks nonchalantly.

You sniffled, wiping your own face - tears, snot, and slobber - off with your shirt before shoving him lightly, most of your fight gone.

“You forgot my birthday.” You muttered.

Bucky took a step back, frowning. “What?” he asks, looking over to his date book. “No I didn’t - oh fuck…”

You wiped at your eyes again, nodding and you attempted to sit up. “Yeah. You did. You promised you’d never forget! You swore you’d make me feel special every birthday…”

“Fuck, Princess,” He hurried to his bar and grabbed you a cold bottle of water and hurried back to you, opening it before handing it over. “I’m - Fuck, I can’t believe I forgot.”

Taking the water bottle, you took a small sip before Bucky was moving again, grabbing the baby wipes he kept in his drawer and cleaning you up gently before pulling you into his lap as he sat down in his chair again.

“I’m so sorry,” Bucky murmured, kissing your forehead. “I’ll make it up to you. Where do you wanna go? Anywhere. Anywhere at all. We’ll go for a whole month.”

“The bedroom?” You glance at him. “I would have understood if you had just told me that you were busy and we wouldn’t get to celebrate this year. But you swore to never forget.”

“I know I did. And I’m so sorry, Princess. I’ve just had so much on my plate. It’s no excuse and I’ll still make it up to you. Starting with - your punishment is over. How about we go take a nice hot bath and calm down… and then have some fun all night?”

“I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

Bucky shifted you on his lap and held you close. “I’ll carry you, Princess. I’ll carry you anywhere you want to go.”

Ope.

~*~ Fin ~*~

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trashywormeateroffics · 9 months

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The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

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Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveler, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 54: The plan.

Loki and Y/N looked at each other and nodded. Then they entered the cell.

“Hi Sarah.” Y/N said.

“Y/N,” Sarah seemed surprised to see her. “What… What are you doing here?”

“You were right. About Sigyn.”

“How did you-”

“It doesn't matter.” She cut her off. “What matters is what you know.”

“I don't know that much…” Sarah said, clearly lying.

“Sarah… Ingrid. I know you are scared, not only for you but for your son. I promise you, we will protect the both of you. But you need to help us, otherwise we won't be able to.”

The woman seemed to ponder about it for a few moments before she sighed and opened her mouth to speak.

“Before I say anything, where is Jeremiah?”

“He's with us, we are all taking care of him. He is alright, just misses his mother.” Sarah seemed to be saddened at that. “Maybe we can bring him here tomorrow, for a little visit.”

“Thank you.” Y/N's expression softened.

“No problem.”

Sarah sighed.

“The person who first contacted my parents about the organization was her. Everything was her. The thing is… she needed a face. And she offered my parents enough money to make it worth it. That happened when I was about four or five.” Loki and Y/N listened attentively. “Ever since I can remember she has been saying that one day she was going to do it.” She looked at Y/N. “One day she was going to get rid of her ungrateful sister, her undeserving sister. Of course I only found out that the sister was you when you came into this universe.”

“So, you've known the whole time who I was?” Y/N asked her.

“Yes.” She looked guilty. “It was all part of the plan. Befriend you, then betray you. Make her look like the hero when she attempted to sacrifice herself to fight us.”

“So, she never got hurt?”

“It was all an illusion.”

Y/N felt her heart sink. She had done it on purpose, she made her worry on purpose. She had listened to everything she said and didn't even care. She was a two-faced liar.

“Darling?”

“I'm fine.” She shook her head. “I just can't… believe it. I mean, I do believe it but I just can't believe it.”

He grabbed her hand and squeezed, and she smiled softly at him. Then he got closer to her ear.

“It is not your fault.” He said in a low voice, so only she would hear. Y/N pursed her lips and nodded.

“So how…is she planning to get rid of her sister?” She asked, biting her lip nervously after.

“All the enhanced individuals, she's planning to use them for war.”

“But we already rescued them and the workers all left or died.”

“No Y/N, the workers are the enhanced individuals, they are the ones with a part of her powers, the people you rescued were just people caught in the crossfire. And they didn't leave, they just pretended they did.”

“So she has an army of enhanced individuals who have the power of Sigyn of Asgard. Great, just fantastic.” She said sarcastically.

“You need to kill her.”

“What?!” She widened her eyes. “No, I just… we will just imprison her.”

“She will never stop, you need to kill her.” Sarah told her. “You need to use the dagger of death. You have to kill a god.”

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“So, that’s what Sarah said. Ingrid, sorry.” She shook her head.

“What is a dagger of death?” Steve asked.

“It is an old Asgardian relic,” Thor told him and the rest of the avengers that were in the meeting room, “but it burned in Ragnarok.”

“Can’t we just get another one?” Y/N asked.

“It was forged in Nidavellir and enchanted by our sister, the goddess of death, Hela.” Loki answered her.

“And Hela is…” Steve began saying, waiting for one of the Asgardian brothers to finish.

“Dead… in Hel.” Loki told him.

Everyone sat there in silence, until Y/N broke it.

“Guys, this might sound very stupid but… has any of you watched Lucifer the tv show?”

Everyone stayed silent and she took that as a no.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Natasha asked.

“I might have a plan.”

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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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A New Fear

Masterlist

A/N: So this kind of got away from me and the ending wasn’t what I wanted to do but then I felt like being a bitch LMAO.

Pairings/Characters: Shangqi x Stark!Reader, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff; Stephen Strange, Morgan Stark, Tony Stark, Variant!Reader; Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang

Warnings: violence, gore, death, angst, happy ending probably if you don’t mind cliffhangers

Summary: Steve has finally come to you for help, and now you’re left facing your biggest fear.

Previous Chapter: A Showdown

WC: ~ 3.3k

Was this how death was supposed to be? A life-changing interaction within a second that blinds you until all you see is black, and every sound you hear fades away into nothing. The desperate cry of your husband, the shouts of rage and anguish from your friends, a shocked gasp, all preceded by the sound of something ripping through the air before you were gone.

Was this really death? Was it just nothing?

Not yet.

Your body collapsed to the ground, leaving this other version of you to release a cry with a smile on her face. It was part delighted and overjoyed for having bested you, and part relieved to no longer be exerting so much power and force. However, her relief could only last so long. She straightened up quickly when she felt vibrations charging in her direction.

Charging towards her was Shangqi. Tears stained his cheeks as your body hit the ground in a lifeless heap. The rings on his arms were glowing brightly, every step he took thundering on the ground as he charged this variant of you with one intent: to put her into the ground the way she had done to you.

Sliding in front of Shangqi, Natasha dropped to the ground quickly with the intent to sweep his legs out from under him and knock him over. He jumped over her leg sweep and continued running, preparing to use his rings to launch him into the air to deliver a devastating blow reminiscent of when he faced the Dweller-in-Darkness. However, Natasha threw her escrima stick at the back of his knee and made him stumble, giving her just enough time to run towards him and tackle him.

“What are you doing?” He shouted as he fought with Natasha until he was able to kick her off. “She has to be stopped! She killed Y/N!”

“I’m doing what Y/N would’ve wanted!” Natasha replied, getting back up and stepping in front of Shangqi, weapons raised high as she lowered herself into a fighting stance.

Shangqi was stunned. How could she? Maybe she wasn’t the Natasha from this universe, but how could she do this to you? How could she step in his way when all he wanted to do was avenge your death?

“Y/N wanted her gone,” Shangqi whispered. “You won’t stop me.”

“Y/N wants you alive, above anything,” Natasha replied. “And I’m going to follow through.”

“Then good luck stopping me,” Shangqi replied.

There was no way Shangqi could possibly care any less about his life at the moment. It didn’t matter. To him, you were gone. You being gone? What was left? You were supposed to start a family. You were supposed to go on vacations together, do cheesy, touristy things, grow your family, live out a long, happy life together where you got to rest and he took up the responsibility of defending the world, the responsibility you and others had for years.

Shangqi and Natasha were locked in a fight against each other, all the while, Steve was rushing forward with an attack. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing ,double of you fighting each other to the death, all because he was being selfish because he wanted another chance.

Steve sprinted right past the fight happening amongst teammates and leapt into the air. Your variant blasted Steve out of the sky, his shield absorbing some of the damage, but not stopping him from being knocked back. It served as a fine distraction for the rest of them.

A portal opened behind her, and Bucky’s arm reached through Doctor Strange’s portal to grab her shoulder. Expecting this, she whirled around and grabbed Bucky’s metal arm. She smirked while Bucky looked shocked for a second. As he tried to yank his arm away from her, she laughed.

“How much can that arm withstand, James?” She raised an eyebrow while Bucky frowned.

Bucky raised his right arm to punch her, and she immediately grabbed his forearm and sent a powerful enough vibration to break it, causing him to shout in pain. Bucky fought through the pain and raised his knee to her stomach, but, once again, she blasted his knee, shattering the bone and sending him to the ground. She leaned down and detached Bucky’s arm, looking up quickly when she felt something from the sky.

Sam was flying towards her just as Steve was running at her again. Steve threw the shield at her, which she deflected. Sam swooped in and caught the shield as planned before flying towards her in what would’ve been a devastating nosedive. However, using Bucky’s arm, she threw it comically, like it was a spear, using her powers to send it through Sam’s wings and send him spiraling towards the ground.

Luckily for Sam, Stephen quickly shut his portal after moving Bucky back out of it, and sent his cloak to catch Sam in the air.

Your variant looked around her. She was losing strength quickly, and she still had so much to do. She could end it all now, kill this universe’s Avengers, but it would ruin her plans, put too much attention on her when all she wanted was to have a loving, happy family. Taking a few steps back, she aimed her palms down to the ground and pushed herself into the air.

“Where is she going?” Shangqi shouted, shoving Natasha away from him. “God, damn it!”

“The lake house is that way,” Steve breathed. “She’s going after Tony—“

“She’s going after Morgan,” Natasha corrected him. “We gotta go. Clint can catch up.”

Steve looked around and spotted Sam on the ground, “Sam—“

“I got Bucky,” Sam nodded, glancing over to the man in agony. “We’ll set his bones before they heal incorrectly.”

“I’ll get Dr. Banner,” Stephen said, glancing around. “We need the big guns now.”

“We can’t risk the Hulk destroying the house. Morgan’s just a kid, she shouldn’t see that,” Steve reasoned with the group. “But we need to catch up with her now before she tricks them. Who knows what she’ll do.”

“The good news is she’s losing strength. She can’t take on all of us, not forever,” Natasha explained.

“Are you done?” Shangqi snapped. “Enough talking. We need to go now. I won’t let them hurt my family.”

His family. That’s right. Steve stared at Shangqi for a few seconds and thought about it. They really were his family now. Morgan, his little sister (even though she called him uncle) his father- and mother-in-law, they were all his family now, and Shangqi just lost his wife. If your variant took the rest of your family from him, well, Steve wondered if this Shangqi would seem more like his evil counterpart than anyone could have imagined.

They took off towards the lake house just as Clint was running over to your body. He sighed watching them all disappear, hands resting on his hips as he stared straight ahead. Suddenly appearing next to him, Scott Lang grew to his normal size and took off his helmet as he stared down at you.

“Think it worked?” Scott asked as he took a few deep breaths.

Clint shrugged and reached into his quiver to pull out an arrow with a vial and syringe tip, the syringe filled with a yellow liquid, “Only one way to find out.”

~*~

While they were just forming a plan, your variant was already at her next destination. Landing with a thud, your variant straightened up and dusted herself off. She forced a smile on her face as she walked towards the front door of Tony’s home. It was quiet, which made sense given how early in the morning it was. Everyone was likely asleep. She shook the smile off of her face quickly, changing her mind on how she wanted to approach this type of situation.

Standing in front of the door, she knocked on it quickly, debating on if it was too bold to just walk in there. After a moment, however, Tony opened the door, staring at her with his eyebrows raised in curiosity, “What’s up, buttercup? It’s late — or early, if you’re looking to get a worm.”

“No worms, just wanted to see my little sister!”

“She’s sleeping,” Tony replied.

“Right.”

“Are you okay? How was the gala?”

She blinked a few times, “Fine, fine! Yeah. I just, I had a fight with Shang. You know how it is when you’re married.”

Tony didn’t let it show, but the second you called him Shang instead of Shangqi, his fears had been confirmed. He sighed and nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he studied her. “Do you want to come in?”

“Yes, absolutely. I think I need some time to be with my family,” she smiled softly and took a step closer, but Tony didn’t budge. She frowned, “Why aren’t you letting me in?”

“Wanted to see if you really thought I believed you. We both know you’re not my kid.”

A scowled crossed her face as her eyes darkened, “Well, neither is the bitch I left dead in the field,” she replied, smirking as she sensed Tony’s heart skip a beat. “Guess we know who’s stronger, don’t we?”

“You’re not coming in, bitch,” Tony snapped.

“Then I’ll bring the house down but leave little Morgan’s room perfectly in tact. After all, she’s just a kid, and she’ll need someone to look after her, someone like me.”

Tony nodded in agreement as he leaned against the doorframe, tapping it a few times before turning around and walking in. As he slammed the door shut, he shouted, “That’s my kid, not yours. Get lost, you multiverse loser.”

Fuming, she stepped back a few feet. Tony was being difficult. It left her with no choice. She took a few deep breaths, mustering up more strength as she prepared to strategically break this house into smithereens with everyone inside it, all the while trying to make sure Morgan’s room was undamaged.

However, once she saw the front door open again, she figured Tony was coming to fight her. She held her hand out and sent out a blast of vibrations that shattered the doorframe, sending a shower of wood splinters that would surely be a bitch to clean up. She expected Tony to have flown backwards and heard a crash, or at the very least, seen him standing there in shock with a hole in his stomach.

Instead, Tony stepped through the gaping hole of a front door in a suit of all silver. She was stunned as Tony seemed completely unharmed. His suit didn’t even have a single scratch on it. She stared at him in shock while Tony tilted his head to the side.

He chuckled, “So, you’re stronger, but I guess you’re not smarter, huh, kiddo? Vibranium-laced suits. We’ve made friends with a few people down in Wakanda, in case you were wondering.”

Suddenly, there was a feral shrieking noise in the distance. Coming out of the sky was you. You landed with a mighty thud on the ground, similar to how your counterpart had moments ago. You stood up tall, eyes glowing the brightest gold they ever had in the past. You were huffing and puffing, the ground trembling beneath you as you cracked your neck and stared at your counterpart.

“I killed you,” she hissed. “Your heart stopped beating. I felt it.”

“Oh, okay.” You nodded quickly. “My turn then, I guess.”

The other Avengers arrived just as you went to attack, but they didn’t engage in the fight when they saw you. All of them were far too stunned. Tony went back into the house to get Pepper and Morgan and clear the area. Shangqi stood there as stunned as the rest of them. They watched you leap forward, hands outstretched in front of you and a look of rage on your face they hadn’t seen before.

“This is my life,” you snapped. “Not yours!”

Her hand came up to block your attack, but it didn’t work. You were so strong, your vibrations overpowered hers, shattering her hand on impact. She screamed in agony and raised her other hand, her powers shoving you back and started to splinter your bones from within. You screamed and stomped your foot on the ground. The ground ripped in half beneath her and sent her stumbling back.

While she was stumbling, you stared at her and raised your fist like you were going to stop your heart. She was expecting this move from you, and she jumped into the air to try to make some distance and keep you from doing this. Figuring that she was going to try and run, you jumped in the air with her and grabbed her.

Your fist ripped through her chest. You grabbed her heart in your hand and squeezed it yourself until you felt it popping and squishing between your fingers. You watched the life drain out of your own eyes, the soft golden glow from her fading away into nothing as you let her go and let her body fall on the ground.

You landed in front of her, the force of your landing splintering the legs on an already-dead body. You stood up slowly and looked down at your hands. One arm was coated in blood thanks to her, but you could see both your forearms were bruised and shaking like when you were a child and tried to hold back all your power. You glanced at your bicep on your right and saw the bruises were traveling, meaning the power in you was a struggle to contain.

But you were so angry.

You knew this was going to happen. You knew, and yet, you still felt incredibly unprepared. You flirted with death and killed yourself to save your family, but you couldn’t stop shaking and causing havoc around you. This should’t have been happening to you, because you shouldn’t even be alive right now.

As the panic set in, the realization of your ferocity, that you were alive, your control slipped away. Cracks started racing to the house, splitting the porch in half before more cracks began to form along the walls. The ground beneath you wouldn’t stop rumbling as the earth started to break beneath you and spread to towards the lake.

“It’s happening again,” Steve shouted. “Tony!”

“On it!” Tony was about to take a step towards you, but Morgan grabbed his hand.

He looked down as Morgan looked up at him, “Please don’t die again, daddy.”

Tony’s shoulders sunk. It was a very real possibility that he could die. He hadn’t actually tested the suit against you. He wasn’t sure how much it could withstand, which meant that he had no idea how long he had. He exhaled slowly and squeezed her hand, “I won’t, Morguna. I’ll be right back. I just have to talk to your sister —“

“She’s going to kill you!” Morgan screeched in fear.

Tony didn’t have the chance to move. You heard Morgan’s cries and whipped around. When you made eye contact with her, you were frozen in pain. Morgan was terrified of you, and it made you feel so much worse. The panic, the feelings of dread you were feeling caused you to lose another ounce of control, and it split the house down the middle.

Natasha exhaled and grabbed Scott and Clint by their elbows, “What the hell did you two idiots do?”

“It’s an old contingency plan,” Clint reasoned, his adam’s apple bobbing as everyone slowly started to turn to face him. “Vibranium tipped arrow. It was…well, supposed to kill her or maim her when she got too crazy. It’s a last-resort arrow.”

“You killed her?” Shangqi snapped.

“Not quite,” Scott spoke up. “We used it as a delivery system for me. It was dark, you can barely see the arrow when it’s flying. I was on the tip, and we dosed her up with enough of a little simple syrup — that’s a joke, it wasn’t simple syrup —“

“To stop her heart,” Clint said. “And then we brought her back with some adrenaline and a few more things.”

“What things?” Steve glared as he marched towards him. “What the hell is she on? Why do you even have this?”

“Don’t look at me! Tony made it after Ultron! She almost killed herself in that fight she was so exhausted. He wanted her to have a little boost for the event she’s, uh, fading too much in battle.”

“So you put a relatively unstable woman on steroids,” Stephen deadpanned. “Fantastic.”

Shangqi looked around. These people were actually scared and unsure of what to do, but it was you. It was just you, deep down inside there, and he’d seen this before. You were scared, you were panicking. Okay, you were causing a bit more chaos, but…

“Okay. The lake is now moving,” Clint cleared his throat. “I’ll talk to her—“

“No,” Shangqi dropped the rings from his forearms. “I’ve got it.”

He sidestepped Natasha quickly. Before she could stop him, he was walking towards you and feeling the ground shake anymore. He cringed, a twinge of pain racing up his foot as he approached you. You could hear a new, closer heartbeat, and you turned to Shangqi.

“Get away,” you cautioned him. “Something’s , something’s not right and I —“

“I know. Don’t worry.”

“I’m dead. Right?” You breathed. “This is just a dream?”

“Sorry, you’re stuck with me for the long-haul, babe,” Shangqi smiled softly at you, hands stuffed into his pockets. “So what’s say we head back to the compound, shower, talk.”

“Shangqi..” you trailed off and looks to your corpse. “I’m a monster.”

“What? That? No! Pffft, I would’ve done it myself,” he joked, but you weren’t laughing. “Babe come on —“

“My sister is terrified of me, I destroyed her home, and even I’m shocked with what I just did to her.”

“You’re still my wife,” Shangqi said softly. “You’re still my wife, who I will stay with until the very end. If you want to stay here and destroy everything, do it,” he cringed when he was certain he felt his ankle snap from the vibrations on the ground constantly drumming on his bones. He put his weight on his other leg, and you frowned when you realized what you were doing to him, what he was willing to do for you. “So, if this is the end…I’m here.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you,” He grinned. “You’re okay. Everyone’s okay. Scared? Probably. You’re scary, but you’re hot when you’re scary, so that’s something, right?”

You laughed in disbelief and shook your head, “You are so stupid.”

“Yeah, but I’m your stupid husband,” he smiled at you and outstretched his hand, ignoring how he could see his fingertips started to bruise and turn red and purple. “Come on, babe. It’s just me. You can relax now. It’s over. You can rest now.”

You focused on your breathing first. You slowed it down until you were confident you had it under control without focusing so much on it. You shut your eyes and worked on stopping all of the vibrations and the shaking.

You weren’t sure when it happened, but, eventually, it stopped. You felt a hand take yours, and you opened your eyes to see Shangqi staring at you, slowly leaning in to press his forehead against yours. His eyes shut as he too finally relaxed. He exhaled, his breath catching in his chest as tears fell from his closed eyes and his other hand came up to cup your face, “I thought you were gone.”

You nodded and leaned into his hand, “Me too.” You exhaled, “Shangqi,”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

#shangqi x reader #shang-chi x reader #shang-chi x stark!reader #shangqi x stark!reader #shang chi fanfiction #marvel fanfic #stark!reader #stark!verse #crazycookiecrumbles #steve rogers x stark!reader #tony stark #morgan stark #bucky barnes #multiverse

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What would the avengers think if they saw x-force beast?

"They would think, 'hm, Beast is looking as blue as ever,' and continue on their merry way. I wouldn't be a very good director of an intelligence agency if I just left my dirty laundry on the washing line where everyone could see it, now, would I?"

"'Ah, but Beast,' you might be thinking, 'what if one of your cohort decides to tattle on you? What if Marvel Girl or Wolverine decide to start talking?'"

"How does that conversation go again? No, please, tell me. I'd be delighted to imagine them trying to tip toe around the fact that they were morally outraged at what they know I've put into motion to keep Krakoa safe - but not outraged enough to actually stop me. A telekinetic hold here, a punch to the gut there, oh, how impressive, how masculine, how very girlboss, as your trite slang goes."

"But it didn't change anything, did it? They still turned up to the Pointe. They still accepted their mission briefings. They still went out into the field, and accepted my orders. They can spite me all they like, they can bitch and moan and complain and disobey my direct orders, but at the end of the day, I am still the Director, and they are nothing but an employee with an axe to grind."

"'Well, you see, Captain America, Beast killed the entirety of Terra Verde, and I've really got my knickers in a twist about it.' 'Stars and stripes, Wolverine, how do you know that?' 'I've known he did it for months now and didn't tell anyone because it achieved long term stability for my fledgling mutant nation that I didn't want to endanger. The only reason I'm telling you now is because he did something that affects me.'"

"Somehow, I think not. My secrets are safe."

Well, yeah, this is one of those things where it depends on how much the Avengers actually know, and I'm kind of inclined to believe they don't know much outside of rumours. Reed Richards makes mention of having heard that Beast is doing weird, fucked up shit with genetics when he meets Rasputin IV, but he clearly doesn't know the full extent of what he's done or he'd, you know. Do something about it.

At least, I fucking hope he would, he's meant to be a goddamn fucking superhero, isn't he?

But if they knew? Well, for simplicity's sake, let's take the core Avengers team at the moment. Captain Marvel, Captain America (Sam Wilson), Thor, Black Panther, Iron Man, Scarlet Witch, and the Vision.

Beast has been on an Avengers team with literally every single one of these people at some point in their lives, though, iirc, T'Challa was the Illuminati - he and Hank were on the team at the same time for a bit around the #160s mark, but BP wasn't on the mainline Avengers much during that period from what I recall.

Even Tony and T'Challa, who know that Hank has the capability to conceptualise weapons of mass destruction and untold devastation, would not be prepared for X-Force Beast.

This is the Beast they know.

Meanwhile, X-Force Beast would yank that detonator out of Reed's hands, set it off, and not so much as blink. That is fundamentally not the same person.

First reaction? That's not Beast. That's mind control, or a brain parasite, or a clone, or Dark Beast, again. There's no way. There's LITERALLY no way that they buy it at first. No fucking way do they believe that's the same man who was hanging out with Simon, getting tanked and being homoerotic with.

But once it's established that this is actually Beast, I think they'd just be horrified. They would be devastated. This would be an incredible betrayal, especially for Wanda, Carol and Vizh, who Hank used to have a fairly strong relationship with - fucking, Hank helped Vision wash dishes after inviting him into their quant suburban New Jersey home when they were married to Wanda, I think Vision might well be the one who finds it hardest to understand.

It's a little understated, but Hank has a 'you annoy the living fuck out of me,' 'ah, but I do it so well!' friendship with Vision in those classic issues of Avengers, which is kind of hilarious because of how well he gets on with Simon but not the synthezoid who shares their brainwaves, go figure. And especially once you understand that the Vision absolutely does feel, just in that Vulcan way where they feel so much they have to suppress it and act as if they don't feel at all, I honestly think they might be the most indignant.

The Vision was created by Ultron for destruction, and they rose above it. Hank had a loving family, plenty of chances, and this is what he's become? They'd be furious, I think. I don't know if they'd be furious enough to actually try and kill him, but especially if it's established how dangerous and how bloodthirsty and cruel Beast is, on a whim, it'd be . . . hard to resist.

I do think that in the end, they'd bring him in alive, try and get him brought to justice. This is the kind of thing that, even if Krakoa weren't bombed to fuck right now, they'd dig their heels in and be like, no, you fucking answer for this, because this is personal. This is a betrayal of the team going back years. What the hell happened?

A smart writer would mirror this moment.

Maybe with Jarvis or Carol, instead of Simon - Simon's reaction to this, to find out what happened, has to be its own separate issue, honestly - but it'd be a fun callback, for people who know their Avengers history.

Man, Jarvis . . . fuck. That one would hit. That one would be a fucking train to the face in terms of how it'd hit. How did Hank go from curing Jarvis from a disease in Avengers #650 something, to killing a country just half a year later? I feel like they would just be desolated, like a part of their heart just got carved out and stamped on, because this team loves Hank.

But then again, I was told the same thing about the X-Men, and they've been treating him like goddamn shit on their shoe for years, so who knows, maybe they'd be just as blasé as the X-Men have been about it all.

#vinial453 #verse: each of us is a nest of lies #outofmuffins

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theredqueenandthebloodwyrm · 7 months

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America Chavez Comics vs Multiverse of Madness

Once you know like the bare minimal of comic lore + the whitewashing and racism done to characters in the MCU, it's just like "why?" why would they do that?

I already didn't like Multiverse of Madness due to the whitewashing and racism surrounding MCU!Wanda Maximoff (otherwise called Wendy Mayomoff due to being played by a racist white woman). But whatever I was at least hoping to get something out of that movie when I watched it a while back. Spoiler Alert: I got nothing but racism and whitewashing and shitty writing. (shocker, said nobody ever).

But reading some of the West Coast Avengers (2018) issues/comics, you really get a feel for America Chavez as a character right off the bat. She's proud, loud, and in your face and it's fucking great. She's kicking ass, she's afro-latina and a lesbian and I love her as a character alright? (even though I haven't read like most of her stuff).

But if you take a look at Multiverse of Madness? That "adaptation" of America Chavez is not it at all. She's a plot device who doesn't do much, and the casting was undeniably whitewashed (this isn't hate against the actor for America Chavez or anything like that). Also America Chavez's comic hair type doesn't match the actress at all??

The article above pretty much lays out the issues with the casting plus it has comic book examples of America Chavez. Go check it out.

It's just like I'd like to believe the MCU can write better stories and better characters but they're consistently dropping the fucking ball of a tall ass cliff into a pit of lava (see the majority of minority character being adapted into the MCU: Wanda Maximoff, America Chavez, Sam Wilson, Jewish-erasure, Roma-erasure, and so on.) Sigh The MCU will do one or two good movies that I like (Black Panther 1 & 2, the introduction of Ironheart / Riri Williams was cool, Shang-Chi, Antman) and then fuck up something else and it's like "Oh you were hoping for something good? psych, bitch" (and even the films I listed have flaws-like every piece of media yknow but still)

#multiverse of madness #I'm going mad because of the MCU lmao #America Chavez #mcu criticism #mcu critical #like this is old news but I wanted it off my chest now that I'm diving more into comics #and I have a better understanding of how they (writers) fucked up when adapting characters #marvel comics #marvel comics vs mcu

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How to Write ALL CAPS (Sam/Steve/Bucky) Fanfic According to Stuckies

Disclaimer: This is obviously not all Stucky fans. I follow a few Stucky fans on my main account that I have no problem with because they know how to treat Sam Wilson and other characters of color (specifically black characters) . It's mainly our palm colored counterparts, and even some writers who aren't black but are poc, who still seem to struggle in this regard. If this doesn't apply to you, don't be Captain Save-A-Hoe in the comments. If it does...well...a hit dog gon' holler. Bitch, do better.🤷🏾‍♀️

Stucky (about each other): We have been destined by the cosmos to be soulmates even when we were still in our dads ballsacks. We knew we were in love 5 months after we were born because it's just that strong. When we had nothing, we had each other even though Bucky was trying to fuck his way through Brooklyn and catch every possible disease, including but not limited to: polio, the black plague, and the clap. When we went off to war, that bitch Peggy took advantage of Steve and Bucky was just a woobie who needed him. Now that we're together again, no one can tear us apart again and Steve will even threaten people who are understandably weary of Bucky. Sooooo romantic!

Stucky (about Sam): Who??? Oh, hiiiim. Yeah, he's cool we guess. He's a trained therapist* who can treat us like his patients! And he's sooooo much bigger than us** and since our authors can't figure out which of us to make the twink, he can be our big black mandingo who treats us rough, with no respect. And after that, he can do whatever else it is he does but only after he's done cooking, cleaning, and making sure we're okay. And he can do that because he NEVER has bad days and he definitely doesn't have any trauma even though he served two tours in a pointless war and watched his best friend get hit by an RPG.*** But he still doesn't have it as bad as we do and we should be taken care of before all else!

Sam (about Stucky): They are so beautiful and precious. Their hair, golden wisps of sunshine and thick brown locks, is a thing worthy to be praised. Their lips are thick and full and as red as a cherry. They have the best asses that are perfectly round and big.**** I don't deserve them because I am a lesser man. But they want me to be their big black mandingo and nobody could refuse that offer. I will treat them like the delicate flower petals they are. They are way out of my league. Not because I have self esteem issues (I'm so mentally and emotionally stable, I've never had any trauma) but because they are just the epitome of beauty and class. I'll never live up to them. Siiiiigh.

Happy writing!

BONUS

How to deal with comments criticizing your portrayal of Sam

Comment: Uhhhh....this is racist

Your reply: Race had NOTHING to do with this and it just shows that YOU are the racist one for bringing it up! If it's soooo racist, why did I let Sam into their pure Aryan relationship, huh????

Comment: Hey. You might want to get a sensitivity reader. The way you wrote Sam is basically a caricature of horrible/harmful stereotypes of black men where they can't be taken care of or loved the same way other races can. Especially when you write him as some aggressive and emotionally stunted person during sex.

Your reply: Uhmmmmmm???? So black men can't like rough sex???? Who are you to say that no black man ever can like rough sex???? I wrote him that way because Sam is a rough person and always does things fast and hard and yes, that includes having sex!***** Nothing about my fic was racist so all you people are racist for saying thaaaaat!!!!!!

~~~~~Nooooootes~~~~~

*No, he is not.

**Fan artists specifically kill me with this because they say it's based on MCU but canonically, Sam is shorter than both Steve and Bucky.

***No, I don't think y'all understand. So many people write out the scene where Riley gets shot out of the sky and it's usually his wings that get hit and then he falls to the ground. Look up what an RPG is and watch videos of what it does. Riley would have gotten torn through like a piece of wet tissue paper and had pieces of his body going in every direction. To have to watch that take place would be traumatizing as FUCK and I don't think people take that seriously enough.

****This is a lie. Iykyk.

*****This was an actual comment I read on an actual fic that the author actually commented. Sam Wilson???? Rough???? The dude is badass. We all know this but when has he ever been rough with anyone??? He's the literal most kind, compassionate, softest, and thoughtful person in the MCU methinks. Where tf did this characterization come from??? Y'all let me know.

#sam wilson #samstevebucky #stucky #samsteve #sambucky #fandom racism #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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💜 About Me

I love animals, memes, mental health positivity, and analyzing the media I consume. Marvel and cat stuff makes up about 85-90% of this blog’s content, so if either of those things is a point of contention, then this blog is not for you. However I am consistent in my tagging so you could block either if you wanted to.

I do read fanfiction for Marvel and I have an entire “side blog” for it: @violets-library. I also have a side-side blog where I keep my queue of fanfics I would like to read at some point, and where you can send me fic recs: @violetsreadinglist .

I also have another side blog which houses all of the things I like that aren’t (and which I probably enjoy more so than) marvel; that blog is @sleepingthestral

This blog is movies, tv shows, literature, music, history, language, memes, more animals, comedy, franchises (Harry Potter) and other stuff. I typically don’t post the same memes on both my main and this blog (unless its super important or super funny) so there is a difference in content.

If you would like to know more about me, check out the #about me tag.

💜 My Love/Hate Of MCU

As to why I hate Disney (as the company is now) is explained here, here, and here. The gist of it is that disney is a factory producing mediocre stories with characters that have great foundations but little to no meaningful development. Disney’s policies and actions as of late regarding its treatment of employees, as well as its blatant disregard for artistic respect and consistency, means that I refuse to give them any of my money and that includes paying for Disney plus or seeing the movies in theater. They are a consumerist organization that is only focused on money instead of being focused on telling important stories that will bridge the gaps between various cultures and societal groups.

That being said, Marvel, which is owned by Disney, fits that same consumerist, money-making profile and I loathe it. They have great foundations for these characters but they refuse to do anything to maintain consistency between the individual hero franchises and the avengers/group films. An example of this is the overall plot for Steve’s character in endgame, but I won’t get into the details of that argument here. Another example is their inability to recognize Bucky as a hero and not a villain, and another, their treatment of Sam Wilson since he became Captain America (i.e. there’s no mention of him in any of the latest projects. Hence, my love/hate relationship with the mcu: a love of the characters but a hatred of the plots and the writers’ inability to maintain character consistency (which is why I read fanfiction).

This is also why I rant about it all the time and try to show what the characters should be like; you can find these rants and writings HERE.

However, there are some good things they’ve done within the characters, though they are few and far between, and those things, in addition to fanart and gif sets, are what I reblog if I’m not ranting.

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This blatant disrespect towards Anthony Machine and Sam Wilson is absolutely baffling and I’m so done DONE with having to argue with racist white people everywhere who are holding on to bull shit nostalgia so tightly they can’t possibly open their eyes to look forward.

Half of them most probably don’t even care about the legacy or captain America as a monicker because if they did none of this would be happening. No, all they care about is their perfect little white boy being front and center of the show to appease their minds that have been stuck in the time period of 1920.

Get. The fuck. OVER YOURSELVES.

You know what your doing, you know what your words do, the hate they bring, the anger behind them, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Yall the same bitches that want to throw a goddamn temper tantrum any time the MCU even ATTEMPTS to try and talk about real world issues and instead of trying to learn anything or shut up and listen, y’all do the easy way out of calling it “woke” or “too political”. And Then, THEN y’all have the mother fucking audacity to turn around and say some racist shit on Twitter, the same issue that marvel has tried to bring light to, TO THE POINT WHERE THE CHRIS EVEANS HAD ENOUGH AND HAD TO TELL YOU TO SHUT THE HELL UP? Are y’all too blind or too stupid to look in the goddamn mirror?? How do you not see what the hell your doing and then yell at marvel when they discuss racial topics???

I’m so fucking exhausted of fighting this fight that should not have to be fought in the first place. Leave Anthony alone. Leave us alone. Leave the MCU alone. Leave Sam alone. Leave Chris alone. Just leave. Just. Fucking. Leave.

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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 2 years

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El plan de Sam

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

by DanielaForeverYou

Sam tiene un plan para salir con Bucky:

No. 1: Hacer/cumplir con la misión. No. 2: Reportarse con Hill. No. 3: Invitar a una cita a Bucky. No. 4: Tener una cena bonita. No. 5: Comenzar a salir. No. 6: Confirmar que el sexo es fantástico. No. 7: Quedarse juntos.

La práctica no se apega tanto al plan.

Words: 13969, Chapters: 6/7, Language: Español

Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Maria Hill, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Original Characters

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Idiots in Love, Captain America Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Sharon Carter Is a Good Bro (Marvel), Power Broker Sharon Carter (Marvel), kind of, Awesome Maria Hill, shes the boss bitches, Sam Wilson Feels, Bucky Barnes Feels, Kinda, Sam Wilson is So Done, POV Sam Wilson, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Sam Wilson, Anal Sex

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#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

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The right universe.

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Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 52: Maybe the bitch is right.

“Ingrid-” She shook her head. “Sarah. I don't even know. Why would your parents force you to kidnap me? And to be a part of their organization?”

“Because she asked them to.”

“Who?”

“Sigyn.”

“Sigyn?” Steve asked as Y/N frowned.

“You're lying.” She told the woman in front of her.

“Why would I lie?”

“Why would Sigyn do any of this?”

“There is a prophecy-”

“Again with that prophecy!” Y/N rolled her eyes. “I know what it says: The völva will leave a child on a foreign land, for them to be the communicator. I know!”

“You don't understand.” Sarah told her. “That prophecy is not complete, not in the Asgardian books. Only the völva knows it…”

“And her children.” Steve finished for her.

“What are you talking about? The complete prophecy is that I would have become evil and destroyed the universe.”

“No,” she told her, “that's what Sigyn told you.”

“Then what is the real prophecy?” Tony asked this time.

“I… don't know. Only Sigyn knows.”

“How convenient.” Y/N said, crossing her arms. “Sigyn would never betray me, you are spitting lies because you got caught.” Sarah narrowed her eyes. “I'm done with this, I need to see if my sister is recovering well after she risked her life for us.”

And with that, she left.

Tony and Steve took Ingrid into a cell in the compound and decided that the kid would stay with them until they decided on what to do with the mother.

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“Do you think that she's telling the truth?” Natasha asked.

Currently, Steve, Tony, Natasha, Loki and Y/N were in a meeting room discussing the recent revelations.

“I don't know.” Steve said and at the same time Y/N said: “No.”

“Y/N, maybe this is too personal for you.”

“No, It's not.” She told the redhead. “I mean, it is, but it's not why I dont think it's the truth.”

“Then why?” Loki asked.

“Guys, we've known Sigyn for two years. She has never ever done anything suspicious or questionable. What would she gain from telling me I am the next völva?” She asked all of them. “If she wanted power, if she wanted to destroy me she wouldn't have given me the key to defeat her.”

“She does have a point.” Cap said.

“And I do like her.” Tony said and everyone deadpanned at him. “What? She's the only one who likes to sing karaoke with me!” Y/N chuckled.

“Shut up Tony.” He stuck his tongue out at her and she shook her head, smiling. “So, it's settled then.”

“Ingrid is lying?” Natasha said, more like a question.

“Ingrid is lying.” Steve stated and everyone nodded.

After the meeting was finished and everyone was leaving the room, Natasha called her.

“Y/N!” She turned around. “Would you come shopping with me? I need a new bra.”

“Uh, sure. Just let me go get changed.”

“Nah, you're fine.”

“Nat, I'm in my pajamas.”

“So what?” Y/N frowned, something was up. “Come on.”

“Alright…”

They went to the glass doors of the compound and asked for one of Tony's cars that everyone borrowed. When they got inside Y/N went to speak up but Natasha stopped her with a shake of her head.

“Ugh! My makeup looks terrible!” She said dramatically as she looked at herself in the rear view mirror. Then she looked at Y/N and the look on her face told her everything, so she nodded, subtly.

Before she started the car, Natasha skilfully turned off the tracker and looked for any signs of a mic. In no time they left the compound.

They drove for a while in circles, then changed the path a few times until they were far enough from their home.

“Spit it out.” The redhead told her friend as she had one hand on the steering wheel, the other supported her head, elbow against the window.

“I… I hate to say it but… something is not right.”

“I knew it!” Natasha said, proud of herself. “I knew you were lying back there.”

“Well I just didn't want to raise a lot of suspicions. I figured I could try to unveil the truth by myself.”

“No. We'll do it together. If Sigyn is who she says she is, we'll discover it without her knowing we ever had any suspicions of her. If she's not…”

“Then what? She's my sister Nat! I… I care about her.”

“I know Y/N/N.” She sighed. “We'll just… figure it out as we go?”

“Yeah, maybe…” She pursed her lips. “We need to know what that prophecy says, that will prove enough.”

“And then we'll see what we do.”

“Where do we start?”

“I have someone who might help us.”

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“And that's pretty much all that's been happening. How are you by the way?” Y/N said with a tight smile. Strange cocked his head to one side and sighed.

“Y/N… this is… huge.”

“Yup.” Natasha said, popping the “p”.

“Do you have a way of knowing the real prophecy?” Y/N asked.

“Do I have a way of knowing an Asgardian prophecy only known by the völva? Not a great one.”

“It’ll do.” Y/N told him.

“I wouldn’t be so quick to jump Y/N.” He told her. “I need your blood and Sigyns blood to do this.”

“Got it. I’ll be back in a second.”

Then she disappeared into a white shimmer. Less than five minutes passed and she reappeared. With two red bottles, her friends noticed.

“How…?” Natasha began asking.

“From the lab.” She shrugged. The other one just nodded, deciding that it was better not to ask. “Now, what are we doing exactly?“

“I will put your and Sigyns blood on the Cauldron of the Cosmos and summon the völva’s spirit.”

“You mean my biological mother?“

“Yes…”

She was going to voice her apprehensiveness with that when she caught her reflection in a mirror and looked at herself. Her features were less innocent than when she first came here, she was hardened by a lot of things. But in a way, she was softer, she loved more, she let herself be loved more. This was her world, her family, and this could risk all of that. She decided at that moment, no matter what happened after this, she would remain soft.

“Fine, let’s do it.”

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A/N: ive restarted the whole tag list thing so even if you were there before you’re not anymore. if you want to be in the taglist let me know!! <3

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chaoticace2005 · 3 years

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Torres: I'm got my pilot’s license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's three of the big five licenses.

Bucky: The big five licenses?

Torres: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.

Bucky: Kid, I can give you that one right now. Here’s a knife. Now stab someone.

Sam: N O

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glittercake · 4 years

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Last Square: Cam Work. | No Warnings.

•••Link to aesthetic: Model!Sam & Photographer!Bucky•••

#sbbingo1 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #edits #aesthetic #Instagram AU #25/25 #im done bitches!!!!!

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bastardcatthings · 3 years

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Everyday I wake up and have to contain the urge to punch John Walker in the nuts.

#he's a menace #i hate him #not my captain #bucky is so done with him #don't be shy buck bash his head in #if my boy Sam doesn't get HIS shield back asap I'm gonna smack a bitch #and that bitch is going to be captain fauxmerica #and also the entire US government?#marvel #sam wilson #bucky barnes #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfaws #tfatws #tfatws spoilers

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fandomhopped · 2 years

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I’m Not Alright, but I’ll Pretend:)

pairing: bucky barnes x platonic!reader, tony stark x platonic!reader, steve rogers x platonic!reader, sam wilson x platonic!reader ; 2nd person pov - no y/n

summary: reader is still going through it and is kinda pitiful ngl / no pronouns, non-gender specific. side note: once again, i just needed to rant because this is my only coping mechanism.

warnings: swearing, exclusion, self-destructive thoughts, low self-esteem, jealousy.

word count: 712 pt. 1

You know he has Pepper and Rhodey and Happy, but the way he just let you right back in even after you dropped him without a second thought and without making you feel bad about leaving him in the first place, just adds to how he is a better friend than anyone else.

But the thing is, Tony has Pepper and Rhodey and Happy - people who were his friends before either of you even acknowledged each others' existence.

At the end of the day, he's going to choose them over you and he has. And that's fine because a few months previous, you would have chosen Bucky before anyone else.

It kills you, chipping off bits and bits of yourself until you're nothing, but right at the very last piece,

Bucky.

He's back.

You run back just like you said you would.

And he invites you back into his life with open arms. He takes you to dinner and you laugh and you're carefree and you catch up on the shit you missed in each others' lives and you're happy again.

Genuine shit.

And then, the next time he asks you to join him for a meal... it's with Sarah.

Sarah. Beautiful, lively, caring, emotionally available, self-confident, mentally stable, Sam's sister Sarah.

And he's happy.

You would want nothing more because he needs to be happy. He deserves it.

Except why can't he be happy with you?

Platonically, you're happy when you're with him and you thought he was happy with you too.

But you know what? You can handle it. You can hang out with Bucky and Sarah if it means you get to hang out with Bucky at all.

That's when you find out it just so happens that Steve and Sam and Bucky and Sarah have all been hanging out together the whole time.

Without you.

They actually invited you to hang out with them at some point and you were ignored the majority of the time, but you know what? You were there with them and that's all that matters, right?

You're included again, you get to be there. You're on the team, even if you're watching from the sidelines. You get to wear the jersey and pat the starters on the back when they do something good and if they do really good, you get a championship ring too, so does playing time really even matter?

It's actually insane how quickly your life can go downhill, but you're alright.

Crying really isn't your thing - anger, hurt, disappointment; it all just stays pent up inside your body.

And it stays there until you decide to forget about it and you think those people you've let screw you over too many times changed in the five fucking weeks they completely ignored you.

So you give them time and space and all the love and support and whatever else you can fucking give them until you've given them your all and what do they give you in return? Five seconds of their attention then go running back to the people that haven't done shit for them.

God forbid, you open up to anyone either. You just keep pretending you're happy until you believe it for a second and the rug is pulled out from under you again.

"I'm fine, I'm just tired."

"I'm okay, really."

"I'm alright, I just don't feel good."

You're fine, you dramatic, self-absorbed little bitch - the mantra you play in your head.

You're worn down and falling apart, but those five seconds of attention build you up, right to the top, and then the sixth-second hits, and you're chipping, chipping, chipping away again.

Ultimately, who's really going to care if you leave?

Maybe you should move.

Not just a different city, state, or country, what if you left the planet? Carol's offered before, she told you of this awesome place with people who are really easy to blend in with. People you can be yourself with.

Now is the best time to go, when you don't have any doubts or second thoughts. No "but what if they miss me?" because you know they won't, you're sure of it at this very moment.

Does it mean you're giving up or protecting yourself from future, inevitable, harm?

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Good Girls & Little White Lies: The Sequel

Summary: You and your best friend are back at it again. Boy, you really need to learn how to stop telling overprotective men the truth. It just might save your ass. Literally.

Steve Rogers x Black!Reader, Sam Wilson x WOC!OFC (Mya)

Warnings: Ridiculousness, Bratty Reader, Bratty OFC, General Naughtiness, Angry Avengers, Angry Big Daddy, Maintenance Punishments (mentioned), Spanking (mentioned), Angry Steve Rogers, Brief Jail Time.

A/N: Hi everyone! Hope you enjoy part two as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Title: Good Girls & Little White Lies: The Sequel “This is bad.” Mya whispers.

“Yup.” You respond, refusing to look at her.

“I mean, like, really, really bad.” You nod in agreement. What else could you do?

“Like this is easily the stupidest thing we’ve ever done.” Your best friend is literally vibrating next to you.

“I get it, Mya.” You stare at the ceiling, trying to come up with a way to get out of this without alerting a single member of The Avengers. “We’re fucked. I know. I get it. I see it. I sense it.”

“Okay, bitch. But we’re in jail.” Oh, you hadn’t noticed.

“No shit, Mya.”

“Do you know what Sam is going to do to me when he finds out? I’ll tell you! My butt is toast. Actual burnt toast. And so is yours.” Well, your friend did have a point. Steve Rogers would definitely be busting out the belt for this offense. You should’ve definitely stayed at the mall.

“Ahem.” Your eyes shoot to the woman sitting across from you. What was her name again? Oh that’s right. Sharon. The promoter/owner of Club Carnal. She was the reason you were in this mess.

That woman is tough as nails. You’d give her that. But if it came down to facing a certain Super Soldier or her you’d take your chances. Besides, you’d always wanted to shank someone. Just to see what it was like. Maybe there was something wrong with you.

“What?!” You and Mya both bark at her. The last thing either of you wanted was to hear this woman speak.

“I’ll get you out..” Mya appears skeptical, and you know your face can’t be much better.

“You’re the one that got us in here.” You point out. Nudging Mya when you see her looking way too excited. Damn it girl. You must test before you trust. Sharon rolls her eyes. Okay, rude.

“You weren’t supposed to find out about the drugs. This was a sting operation that we had been planning for months. You weren’t supposed to get involved.” Huh?

“That’s right. So if you drop the pity party schtick and give me just a little time, I’ll have you out of here in a jif.”

Three hours later…

You and your understandably Nervous Nellie of a friend finally walk out of the station, only to be greeted by the sight of Natasha Romanoff. You were almost certain that you’d be dealing with the boys now. “Hey ladies.” She greets you, leaning in for a hug. “Figured you two could use a ride.”

You nod gratefully. Mya hops into the back seat, as do you. “Umm, so on a scale of 1-10…how mad are they?” The redhead cocks her head to the side with a frown. “Last I checked, they were somewhere between locking you in a steel cage and banning you from seeing each other forever. That’s why I’m on chauffeur duty - I felt like they needed to cool down.”

As if on cue, your phone vibrates in your pocket. Speak of the devil. His ears must have been burning.

“Umm hi, Stevie.”

“Y/N”. He grits out through what must be clenched teeth. “So, funny story, doll. I got this call from Commissioner Lee…to apologize for the mixup you two had. And at first, I thought he was joking. But then, imagine my surprise to hear he had my sweet girl and Sam’s lovely lady sitting in a cell. WHY DID I GET THAT CALL?”

“Yeah, umm that’s crazy. And let me be the first to tell you that I’m really sorry and it will never happen again.” Mya grabs your arm, shaking you. She shows you her phone. Aww, shit. Sam was calling too. With a brief nod, you decide to get this call over with. One time. No need to struggle through it twice. Your day had been hard enough already.

“Steve.” You interrupt into the phone. “Stevie. I know you won’t be surprised by this, but um, Mya is with me right now.” You hear both Steve and Sam groan into the phone. Awesome.

“You two were supposed to be going to the mall, not a freaking club! Come on!” Steve bellows.

“It wasn’t our cocaine!” Mya yells into the receiver before you can stop her. You wrench the phone back, a look of horror on your face. She slams her hands over her mouth, clearly shocked by her own response. Natasha rolls her eyes. “Real smooth.”

Oh. My. God.

“Why the fuck would you lead with that?” You snarl quietly. She shrugs, looking more lost than normal. You punch her in the arm. “We were supposed to build up to the drug part.” She punches you back, making you yelp. You forgot that the bitch was rocking rings.

“I’m sorry.” She sputters. Shaking her fist in what must have been obvious pain. Good. You hope she suffered. “I panicked. I went rogue. I’m sorry.”

She notices that you’re about to slug her again. “I’m not used to being associated with drug dealers.”

“And I am?” You squawk incredulously. She shrugs. “Bitch, I don’t know your life like that.”

And now the boys were yelling. Totally talking over each other. You could barely make out a single word. This was completely and utterly fantastic.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Sam growls.

“Y/N! Are you telling me that you willingly purchased illegal narcotics?”

“Put Mya on! Princess, you’re better than this. It’s a false high –”

Oh. Sweet. Baby. Jesus.

“Slow your roll there, Tweety Bird. No one took any drugs, alright?” You snipe into the phone before you can catch yourself. Great, first it was Big Bird, and now it was Tweety. When would you learn? Mya snickers beside you, enjoying your mistake a little too much for your liking.

“Stop calling Sam names!” Steve growls. Never, you silently vow to yourself.

Natasha, the epic lifesaver she is, holds her hand out for the phone. You are happy to pass it over. “Look boys, I’ll have these two peaches to you within the hour and you can yell at them then. But in the meantime, I highly suggest you take a walk.” With that, she ends the call and tosses the phone back to you. “Alright, girls. I know you’ve had a rough go of it, but what’s say we hit a drive-thru or something? I’ll even make sure to pick a slow one. My treat.”

God, you were pretty sure you were in love. “Sounds amazing.” You were starving.

Two hours later…

When you finally pull up to The Avengers compound, your pulse begins to pound. Poor Mya was back to vibrating again. Your men are waiting for you outside. Arms crossed and wearing matching scowls. This might be the angriest you’d ever seen them.

“Romanoff, you told us you’d have our girls delivered to us over an hour ago.” Steve pins the master assassin with a hard look. She shrugs and walks away mumbling: “What? We got hungry.” Sam huffs out a breath and crooks one long, imposing finger at Mya. The order comes in loud and clear.

“Get over here, Y/N. Now, please.” You pout before trudging over, only to be surprised when your Stevie takes you into his arms. He even kisses the top of your head. You peek over to see Sam doing the same with your best friend. Well this was certainly…unexpected.

“Oh, don’t get the wrong idea here, ladies.” Sam grunts out, leaning over to tweak your nose. “We’re still absolutely furious with you.”

“He’s right about that. But it also doesn’t mean that we’re not happy that you’re both okay.” Steve pecks your lips. “And”, Sam chimes in, “we also figured that since you two seem to really love getting into trouble together, it only made sense to discuss punishments together.” You blanch at his words.

“Yep, it’s clear you little hellions need to be taken in hand. You need more discipline than what we’ve been giving you. That’s going to change. Today.” Mya lets out a sad little wail. You feel like kicking Captain America in the shin and running away.

He motions for you all to sit over on a nearby bench before pulling you into his lap. Sam copies him as if this has all been planned. “Now what that means is that we’re about to have a very important discussion about weekly maintenance spankings, so I suggest you listen and listen well.”

“Please, no. Not that. Anything but that!” You notice your bestie begin to struggle against his hold. Her boyfriend sighs and bounces her lightly on his powerful thighs. You lean back against your own boyfriend’s muscled chest and contemplate the pros and cons of decking him in his perfect teeth.

“If I were you, I’d strongly consider calming down, little girl. You brought this on yourself.” He spares you a pointed glance as well. Asshole. “And you know how much Big Daddy loves to help.” Sam chuckles at that. Oh, you’d had just about enough of this Foghorn Leghorn motherfucker.

“Mmm. Your new paddle is already on its way, Y/N. I even had your name engraved on it. Special rush order too.” You moan at that. “No, I don’t want to hear any complaining.” Stevie mutters into your hair. “But until it gets here, you’ll get my hand or my belt.”

“Same goes for you, Mya. Also, you two are grounded indefinitely. We’ll reconsider when my man, Cap and I, see that we’ve got our good girls back.”

“Yep, and I think it’s time we got started, don’t you?” Uh, nope. With a nod, Stevie stands with you in his arms. Sam once again follows his lead.

“You’re not going to spank us, like together, like, in the same room are you?” You whisper into his ear, briefly glancing back to check-on your sulking best friend. He laughs softly and winks down at you.

“Only when you’ve earned it, sweetheart. Only when you’ve earned it.”

Good Lord in heaven! Talk about an incentive to work on your attitude!

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