#justicetempered

[facemypast]

-shows up 3 years late with Starbucks-

What’s up guys? Hope y’all have been well! Long story short: I’m starting my fourth and final year of med school! I’m hoping that this year is gonna leave me with a bit more free time (no exams!!) so I figured why not try to bring back my favorite cyborg for a little while? And maybe my favorite iced americano (@justicetempered) too….

I’ll be posting some plotting and ask calls over the next week or so as my new semester starts/settles in, as well as some ask memes for me to get back into the swing of things! Can’t promise anything yet but I do miss writing so I’m gonna give it a shot. To my new mutuals, howdy pleasure to meet you, I’m always looking for new writing partners ❤️❤️

oh ALSO it seems like a lot of people have also faded out of writing, so send me some new people to follow! MCU, OC, whatever!!

As always hit me up on discord anytime! Username is taylornotspears

#★≡【ιт'ѕ вrιттαɴy вιтcн! │ ooc】 #tbd #also happy bday steven <333333

[winterbound]

Steve greeted his friend with a bright grin, a single cupcake held in his hand. "Happy birthday, grandpa." / @justicetempered​

“ GRANDPA ? ”  It’s with a good-humored laugh and a little sharp grin and a squint as though he were scandalized. “ Pot, meet kettle, old man. ”  He lets the grin fade into a warmer smile though, something just a little tilted, and accepts the cupcake and nudges Steve good-humoredly with his shoulder. “ Thanks, pal. ”

#& —— bucky's bday 2k21 ! #justicetempered #( bucky: i may be technically a year older but i was dead for 5 years so i think yOU #take the mantle of old man now neiner neiner )

[sovietespionage]

The evening was young but the stack of homework was piling up. The seventh years were all crunching for N.E.W.T.s, and Natasha was no exception. She had aspirations of doing something with her life, to fully embrace the magical world and leave her muggle life behind. For once in her life, she could be special, really make something of herself. To carve her own path. She wanted it, yearned for it, and she would do whatever she needed to in order to succeed. That lead to her post-dinner visit to the library.

There were a few other students here and there, but the normal white noise was dull, barely a whisper. Her destination was in the potions section, and she was hoping it was still on the shelf. She knew her fellows, knew they’d get the same idea as her. She was just hoping she‘d beaten them to the punch.

Natasha turned the enter the row and stopped, heaving an exasperated sigh. Great. Someone had beaten her to the punch, and of course it had to be Steven Rogers. One of the most irritating people placed in the school. It would figure he had the very book she needed. She closed the distance to him, hands on her hips.

“I didn’t think Quidditch hooligans could read,” she hissed, keeping her voice down to avoid attracting undue attention. - @justicetempered

#justicetempered #verse - hp

[xagentcarter]

@justicetempered​​ 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟶𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛.

The war is over; a very near tragedy had been averted, one in which the world lost its symbol to the frozen waters of the Arctic. And yet, somehow, it had all worked out, and now Peggy -- and a million other men and women -- had re-entered civilian life, or at least, were trying to.

There were thoughts she could not shake, of course. The biggest worry, the one that weighed so heavily on her mind as of late, was that HYDRA was not gone, or at least, not nearly as gone as the Allied governments say it is. In hiding, maybe; gone? Not hardly. They’d come back, and there would be no one to fight them. 

It was obvious that she had something on her mind, because she had hardly touched her food. Usually, at the automat where she and Steve caught lunch almost every day -- sometimes with friends, like Dugan or Howard -- she could hardly wait to dig into some kind of sandwich and tea. But she seemed to just be staring at her plate today, for she was grappling with something she’d been speaking to Howard about, something crazy. 

“Sorry,” she grumbled, fiddling with her napkin. “I’m poor company this afternoon.”

#justicetempered

[shieldedsouls]

‘ do i regret it? yes. would i do it again? probably. ’ (@maria)

@justicetempered steeb no

  she’s given up not looking both tired and done. she really has, because when it comes to getting much of anything done and having the blond involved? that’s an inevitable point, and there’s little point in wasting energy pretending otherwise. when they’re alone, at least.

      “ i think you can drop the ‘probably’, steve, ” the director notes, tone far more amused than the expression on her face would indicate it being. “ on the plus side, we know the new armoring in your suit works. just maybe don’t tell stark or he’ll be even more unbearable than usual. i do not have the room in my schedule to deal with it. ”

#justicetempered #maria vc: im glad ur alive but dont do that again #( orders received | answered | maria ) #( here for the curtain call | answered )

[hellsholygroundarchiv3d]

🐤 -justicetempered :D

send me a 🐤 for a tweet my muse would make about yours. // accepting.

#justicetempered #( red hot like a demon. // marvel vs. ) #( answered. ) #( screaming!!!!!! kfgkdfkg )

[clawstm]

@justicetempered​ said --- “stop giving me the puppy eyes. you know what you did.” 

      𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚏𝚞𝚛. the blonde seems upset, almost annoyed and that really hadn’t been his intentions. visiting the other had become a routine, one that dakota never broke. this was his territory after all and it was his job to know what was going on in it to begin with. their first few encounters had been brief, needless to say but days turned into weeks of dakota showing up at his cabin. often he stayed yards away but overtime the human had shown he deserved the trust and dakota had given it to him. 

     now he sits at steve’s feet, the large wolf almost taller than the other even when just sitting. it never seemed to occur to the human that something was ‘off’ about this wolf . . . but dakota liked to keep it that way. head tilting he stares at steve, glancing toward the dead bird on his porch. a simple gift but the human doesn’t seem to appreciate it. blue eyes lower toward the grass, the wolf placing himself onto the ground as his chin rests between his paws in an almost apologetic way. 

things said to a dog. || accepting. 

#justicetempered #( main verse. — 🐺 ) #( answered. — 🐺 ) #( based this off that prompt..............*eyes emoji* )

[trickshxt]

starter for @justicetempered​!

Months of work had brought him here. Planning and prepping, building his way up from grunt to trusted. Another broken nose and a half dozen broken bones, scrapes, and bruises to prove his loyalty. It had worked, as evident for the fact he was here now. Waiting for the buyer to appear, boss already nervously tapping his fingers at the back table where he waited. The sting was in place. Everything going well...

Until the door swung open and an honest to god customer walked in. Wearing a face Barney knew and that had him paling just slightly. Sweat running down his neck as they locked eyes. God damn it. “Steve...” He greeted, teeth grit and tone mostly managing something akin to excited. “What brings ya to this place? On this side of town? Right at this time of night?”

Fuck.

#justicetempered #[ barney is just ALKJFLKSJLFSDF ] #[ STEVEN ROGERS NOOOOOO ]

[tocxmply-archive]

--- @justicetempered​​​ ---

‘ can’t you shut the hell up? let me sleep— please… i’m so tired… ‘

          of course, he wasn’t going to shut up; why would he ever shut up? he’d not shut up once, not after the two of them [their body, whatever it was --- good grief, it was so complicated] had left the Potomac behind. not after they hopped from city to city, country to country, till eventually settling more-or-less stably at Romania --- not even after Steve had come to find them, by some random miracle. there was ever this static in his head, ever this voice barking orders and attempting to seize the body from him and, quite frankly, every now and then, Bucky truly felt like just GIVING UP.

          suddenly, though, there was a hand on his shoulder --- and, though the touch was gentle, he flinched nonetheless; trauma and sudden touch would never be good friends. thankfully, the very familiar voice was quick to join in, reassuring him that everything was fine... it’s me, it’s Steve. ‘ Steve--- ‘ rolling over, he squinted in the penumbra filling the poorly lit apartment, indeed finding Steve’s face staring back at him. or maybe he was just dreaming, for all he knew; hallucinating --- it was hard to tell, when the only thing that currently seemed real in this world was the merciless throbbing of his temples.

          either way, Bucky made himself sit back up in a tangle of cheap bed covers and a cheap t-shirt and sweaty hair --- immediately regretting it, because now not only the headache was eating him alive but, just as much, the severe nausea had his stomach ready to come out at any moment. with a quiet whimper, then, he closed his eyes again and brought his left hand to cover half his face --- finding a little bit of solace, at least, in the sensation of cold metal on seemingly burning flesh.

‘ sorry, wasn’t talking to you... you’re real, aren’t you? ‘

#justicetempered #ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ★ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ; ᶤ ᵇᵉˡᶤᵉᵛᵉ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᶤᵗᵗᵉʳˢʷᵉᵉᵗ #wow my hand slipped #it slipped and in the process knocked down every piece of glass and porcelain and everything breakable in this house

[bcthoundold]

«  sᴛᴜғғᴇᴅ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟs! ———  @justicetempered​​ ASKED :  »

🐧 [[its a stuffed iron man doll]]

             The dog was wary of strangers and paced in half circles around the blonde for two or three laps. He was very conflicted. He, of course, wanted the toy but approaching humans was exhausting. But then again he had been lost for two days in this city and still couldn’t find his own human. The man smelled nice enough and though he was tall his face looked kind. Slowly with straight tail and pinned ears the dog approached. Step by soft step, he came closer with a flaring nose and slightly parted teeth.

             The shepherd’s jaws opened and snapped shut quickly on the doll. He jumped back to get out of range of the human before happily prancing around in his half circles again. Tail high and eyes practically laughing. Excited to show off his new toy and shaking thick neck furiously.

#i fucking love this meme #ace loves this meme #give him all the things to tear up #justicetempered

[induro-a]

let’s twist this star spangled banner ; @justicetempered​

Harley wasn’t one that liked 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄, in fact if it wasn’t for Joker she would have found some other patient to tap into that dark 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 brain of hers. A part of her that always wanted to get 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 with. But running from the law was 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 and stopping in New York seemed fine enough; until she saw him. He was a hero on paper, and Harley had seen him all 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 the news. Maybe she could toy with him too? Dancing in the street between cars she is cackling as she waves him down, “star spangled man! Oh, 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀, come save this damsel why don’t cha?” 

#〔 harley 〕Why can't a girl be nice to a guy without the mook trying to murder her? #〔 harley / verse : birds of prey 〕I wasn’t the only dame in Gotham looking for emancipation #justicetempered #shes so messed up #with a brain that doesnt compute information right #she's nutso

[defendsfreedom-a]

                  @justicetempered  |  plotted starter  !

WHEN HIS BRAIN COMES TO, THE SOUNDS  are  the  first  to  strike  his  auditory  function.  a  steady  and  slow  beeping  sound  and  the  whisper  of  hushed  voices.  if  he  concentrates,  steve  can  make  out  bits  and  pieces  of  their  conversation.

“....just  appeared  out  of  nowhere.”

“....why  does  he  look  like  steve?”

“where  did  he  come  from?”

all  things  that  sounded  quite  confusing  to  his  foggy  brain.  what  did  happen  to  him?  the  last  thing  he  remembers  is  the  plane  and....BUCKY!

that  causes  a  spike  in  the  beeping  noise  and  for  steve  to  bolt  into  awareness.  he  hardly  has  time  to  take  in  his  surroundings  when  strange  faces  look  at  him  with  concern  and  fear.  why  would  they  do  that?  he  needs  to  get  to  bucky.  that  is  his  only  priority.

#justicetempered #《 //: TO MAKE TOMORROW BETTER / MAIN 》

[shieldedsouls]

@justicetempered​ is being a jerk asked :  ‘ maybe the noise is a little snake. can you imagine a little snake wrapped around a little pickaxe with a little hat on? ’ @ bucky im sorry i had to

      he’s kidding. bucky knows he’s kidding, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t go pale at the mere thought of anything remotely scaley or limbless being involved with the sound that was probably totally innocuous and innocent. if not, he would genuinely fucking prefer it to be an enemy scout or something. just please not a damn evil little thing. oh god or worse, more than one; that has a shiver run up his spine and the sniper is thoroughly tempted to punch the blond.

“ that’s entirely not funny, ” he mutters, distinctly ignoring dugan’s chuckling beside him and glaring when steve   can’t quite hold back a smile. “ ...i hate you both. ”

#justicetempered #buck rn: >:c #also buck: ._.''' #( out of control | answered | bucky ) #( here for the curtain call | answered )

[hellsholygroundarchiv3d]

@justicetempered​ said --- “Your face… is… good.”

           rare was it for them to have a moment of alone time, their days normally spent fighting one another for all of new york to see. but today, due to dom’s idiocy he’s spending his time down at the station. soon he assumes he’ll be taken in but it won’t last long. it never does. and steve knows that...why he continues to try is beyond dom’s understanding. they will never catch him. not for long anyway. hands cuffed behind his back he still has steve pressed to the wall of the interrogation room, chest to chest as red eyes stare longingly up at steve. a moment like this is all he’d wanted for so long. he won’t let it go to waste.

           “ good? is that all, captain? ” he’s seen the way steve looks at him sometimes when he thinks dom isn’t looking. the attraction isn’t one-sided...not really anyway. but dom's sure the idea of being attached to the ‘bad guy’ scares the solider to no end. a soft purr rumbles from the back of his throat, eyeing steve as he wiggles in his cuffs. 

            “ you could have your way with me right now captain, if you wanted. ” teasing the hero is almost too easy, but he’ll never get over the flush of red dusting steve’s cheeks when he suggests what they should be doing instead. 

a meme i’m too lazy to find. // not accepting.

#justicetempered #( red hot like a demon. // marvel vs. ) #( answered. ) #( dom chill OUT. )

[clawstm]

(  @justicetempered​ said: “(─‿‿─)"  )

       the wolf sniffs at the other, gently pressing his nose into his shoulder. again he butts his head against his chest. when steve doesn’t seem to get the hint a paw raises, finally pushing steve onto the ground gently. once low he gives a huff of approval before easily wrapping his large body around the smaller male. he’s cold and dakota has more than enough warmth to give. maybe he shouldn’t be doing this, specially when they know so little of each other. but he can’t stand seeing the other shiver like that.

       dakota wraps gently around him, his fur pressed against the other’s skin. the man even seems smaller now with the large wolf encompassing him. but he finds it endearing if anything. he assumes he if had a problem he would’ve voiced it by now. so dakota settles easily to the floor. hopefully this helps and maybe he’d feel warmer soon. 

send “(─‿‿─)” to cuddle with my muse. || accepting.

#justicetempered #( main verse. — 🐺 ) #( answered. — 🐺 ) #( cuddly wolf with smol steve? maybe. )