#ladies of marvel bingo

[lillywillow]

World’s Greatest Grandma

Summary: Knitting is a passionate hobby of yours; one that Bucky finds fascinating to watch

 Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

 Words: 1077

 Square Filled: C5- Knitting

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader  

 Warnings: None

 Knitting was something you found very calming. A lot of people thought it was strange that you like doing something that was deemed ‘an old lady’ thing but you didn’t care. You didn’t have to please anyone else but yourself. Once a week, you would go down to the ladies as a part of your knitting group and have a nice chat while you worked on your projects. You had come a long way from doing simple squares and gone onto knit more complicated items such as sweaters, scarves and dolls. You also liked to give these items out as gifts to family and friends. When Bucky saw you knitting for the first time, he was completely fascinated. He would watch the way the yarn would go from the ball, onto the needle and weave into whatever pattern you were making.

…

 One afternoon, you were working a project when you could feel a pair of eyes on you. You knew they had to belong to Bucky as he was the only one who would stare intently at you while you were knitting.

 “Bucky,” you softly called, not taking your eyes off your row.

 Bucky jumped and became all flustered.

 “S-Sorry. Was I staring? I’ll just go…”

 “It’s okay. I was wondering if you would like to learn how to knit?” you replied, finishing up the row you were on.

 “Like you? I don’t know… I don’t think I would to all those fancy designs or anything like that plus I’m scared I’d break your sticks and…”

 “Bucky, it’s okay. It took me a long time to get to the level that I currently am. Everyone starts somewhere. Besides, I have a pair of needles that I think could handle your metal grip,” you softly smiled.

 “Well… okay…”

 You gently sat Bucky down next to you and fished out a pair of metal knitting needles out of your bag.

 “Pick one,” you instructed, showing him the different balls of yarn you had in your collection.

 Bucky looked at all the different colours. Some were just plain and one shade, others were rainbow dyed, changing and merging into each other on the string and some were bright and neon. Bucky ended up choosing a nice maroon one that had a silver thread running through it.

 “First, I’ll cast on for you, okay?” you explained.

 Bucky nodded and watched as you wound the yarn onto the first needle, slowly using the second to form what would be the base of this… whatever it was going to become.

 “There. Now to teach you how to knit…”

 Bucky listened to you and followed your instructions just the way you taught him. He was a little clumsy but that was perfectly fine for a beginner. When you thought he had gotten the hang of it, you picked up your own project and continued working on it.

 “So… What made you decide to do knitting?” Bucky asked after a while.

 “I know it sounds cliché but it’s something my nana taught me,” you replied, smiling fondly at the memory.

 Bucky listened to you as you told him stories about your grandmother and all the things she taught you. He enjoyed seeing you so relaxed and happy and the way your face lit up as you shared your memories. Bucky liked moment like this; when it was just the pair of you and nothing else going on. He became so invested, he failed to notice when he dropped a stitch but when he did, he panicked a little. Instead of chastising him, you gently took the work from him and fixed it.

 “You’re really good at that,” Bucky mumbled, admiring your work and feeling embarrassed at the same time.

 “Don’t feel bad about it, Bucky. Every beginner drops a stitch from time to time. I still do and I’ve been doing it for a long time,” you reassured him.

 Bucky felt a little better.

 “You should come to my knitting group,” you smiled.

 “Your knitting group?”

 “Yeah. It’s just a few people. We chat, knit or crochet and just have fun. I think you’d like it…”

 Bucky thought for a moment. He did want to start getting more involved in the community and going with you to this group might be a step in the right direction.

 “I think so too,” he smiled.

…

 A few days later, you went to the nearby community centre with Bucky. You smiled as you introduced him while he stood there awkwardly. The ladies of your group greeted Bucky and encouraged him to sit. After a while, Bucky started to get a little more comfortable with himself and listened to the group talk. Thet spoke about their kids and grandkids, dating, and other things going on in their lives. When he started to feel like someone was watching him, he turned to see a little old lady, whom he identified from the others as Estelle, staring at him.

 “Can I help you?” Bucky asked.

 “You two boinkin’ yet?” she bluntly quizzed. Bucky became all flustered.

 “Ma, you can’t just ask that!” Estelle’s daughter Bea scolded.

 “What? I’m 80 years old. How many more years have I got? Besides, you’ve heard the way Y/N goes on about this guy. ‘Bucky’s so handsome, he’s so charming…’ I now see those stories aren’t exaggerated,” Estelle casually shrugged.

 Now it was your turn to be mortified.

 “You… really say those things about me?” Bucky asked with a blush.

 “Well, you’re someone important in my life… and… I like you a lot,” you muttered, feeling heat flood your face.

 “You two should go on a date,” Estelle insisted.

 The pair of you looked at each other.

 “How about after this, we go out to lunch?” Bucky suggested.

 “I’d love that,” you smiled.

 The two of you got your fair share of playful teasing for the rest of the time there but you didn’t mind. After the group packed up, you and Bucky went out to eat just like you said you would. In the end, you were glad your mutual love of your favourite hobby brought you together. You still had your team members calling you a grandma, but with Bucky by your side, you felt like the world’s greatest grandma.

#buckybarnesbingo2022 #bbb2022 #bingo fill #Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #friends to lovers #World's Greatest Grandma #Knitting #C5 #Old Ladies #Wool #Yarn #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #marvel fic

[superblizzardfire]

Uber Hero

Jennifer Walters/Katy Chen for @marvelrarepairbingo​ round 2 I4: First Job Rating: Gen (heh, Jen)

Summary: Jen's Uber driver drives scarily fast, but she's also pretty cute.

The sequence of events that brings Jen to Katy goes like this: have a cousin who’s a Hulk, go on a road trip with said cousin, crash car and smash it up beyond repair (and incidentally acquire superpowers), miss the bus on your first day back at work, get an Uber.

‘Hey! You Jen?’ The woman leaning out of the window of the battered red car beams at her. (At least she’s more cheerful than the last driver she had. He talked about his D&D campaign for the entire forty-five minute drive. She never got a word in after ‘Hi.’)

‘That’s me.’ Jen gets into the passenger seat, realising too late that she didn’t comb her hair. She runs her fingers through it. ‘No offense, but I’m running really late, so...’

The woman holds up a finger. ‘Say no more,’ she says, with a concerningly mischievous grin.

Minutes later, Jen is reconsidering her decision to get an Uber. Katy (whose name she soon learns) drives like she’s in a heist movie. The little car rockets through the tiniest gaps in traffic and beeps its way through when there isn’t one.

‘Have you ever been told you aren’t living up to your potential?’ Katy asks casually as they ride down the sidewalk to avoid a parked van.

‘Yeah, my cousin says that a lot lately,’ Jen gasps, gripping the holy-shit handle and hoping Katy won’t notice her green knuckles.

‘Literally the reason I had to move out. My friend’s a superhero now and suddenly my family want to know when I’m gonna save the universe.’

Jen laughs, a little hysterically. ‘Story of my life. Ever since my cousin got superpowers, nothing I do comes close. Made it through law school but I can’t throw a bus...’

‘No way! It sucks, right? It’s like, how am I supposed to live up to that?’ She cuts in front of a truck, who blares the horn at her. ‘I miss San Francisco but I just had to get away for a while, you know? I mean yeah, I got fired from my job as a valet, but I killed a dragon! – long story, had to be there – and I found something I’m good at: I drive fast.’

Jen is torn between fearing for her life and being just a tiny bit in love with this terrifying woman. If she survives this, she’ll have a hell of a story to tell Nikki.

Read the rest on AO3!

#marvel rare pairs #marvel rare pair bingo #mrpbingo #Jennifer Walters #She-Hulk #Katy Chen #blizzard writes stuff #my 2 favourite funny mcu ladies

[widowsresolve]

Title: Trial Run

Square Filled: @janefosterbingo N2 - Sif

Main Relationship: Jane Foster & Sif

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Summary: With a prototype portal gadget in hand for an emergency escape plan and determination to find and study more gravitational anomalies, Jane brings Lady Sif along for an adventure.

#jane foster bingo #jane foster bingo 2022 #jane foster #lady sif #marvel fanfic #monkeyfic

[userpeggycarter]

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo 💖 animation.

PEGGY WEEK 2024

day seven — birthday extravaganza 🥳

OMG its Blorbo Bleebus!

[in ● sp] [id under the cut]

gifset about Peggy Carter from the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

gif 1 of 7. two close-up shots of Peggy are blended together. at the middle, there's a static image of Peggy with her arms crossed. the text says, "OMG this motherfucker is Peggy Carter".

gif 2 of 7. two gifs of Peggy are blended together. there are stats bars at the bottom of the gif. the pairings (extremities) are:

just some guy - the protagonist of life head empty - too many thoughts awful company - ray of sunshine hated by all - loved by all trauma 3000 - untouched by history sadistic for fun - helps others for fun stupid as shit - scary-smart 1000 weapons - 1000 tools enemy of god - at peace with life break the rules - change the rules

gif 3 of 7. two shots of Peggy are blended together, one of them being of Captain Carter. the text says, "evokes" and the options are the following:

spontaneous gushing powerful violent urges raw, unbridled affection the horny meta-posting on main creative drive defensive feelings distraction delight symptoms of projection absent-minded doodles on tabletops the most godawful takes known to mankind

all options have a checkmark next to them.

gif 4 of 7. two close-up shots of Peggy are blended together. there's a chart at the center of the gif, titled "subclass". the subclasses are:

angst lady enemy of the state friend shaped girlboss soft and sweet brain cell haver just like you fr aspirational character chew toy

the angst lady, enemy of the state, girlboss, brain cell haver and aspirational character options are marked with a circle.

gif 5 of 7. two shots of Peggy are blended together. at the center of the gif, there are three stats (intense, complex, and fruity) with 10 points each. Peggy has all 30 points. while the intense and complex points are green, the fruity ones have the colors of the bisexual flag (blue, pink, and purple). at the bottom left corner, there's a big asterisk with the following text next to it: if you or a loved one is attached to a character that fills all of these boxes, you may be entitled to financial compensation.

gif 6 of 7. two close-up shots of an animated Peggy are blended together. the text says, "you want them to have...". the list is the following:

a better time less trauma more romance more friends catharsis revenger sympathy a better situation more healing more sex The Realization and a trademark symbol next to it.

all options have a checkmark next to them.

gif 7 of 7. two shots of Peggy are blended together, a close-up and her silhouette entering a room. "select all that apply", the text says. the list is the following:

tragic backstory? orphan? frequently violent? divorced? has enemies? sidekick owner? no friends? pets stray animals? chronic insomniac? murderer?

there's a checkmark next to "tragic backstory", "frequently violent", "has enemies", "sidekick owner", "pets stray animals", and "murderer". each checkmark has a color that corresponds to a small static image at the bottom of the gif. the tragic backstory one is an image of Peggy crying. the frequently violent one is an image of her holding a gun. has enemies: a picture of Dottie. sidekick owner: a picture of her and Jarvis. pets stray animals: a picture of Peggy holding a puppy. murderer: yet another picture of her holding a gun. end ID.

#* #marveledit #peggycarteredit #peggy carter #agent carter #peggyweek2024 #marveladdicts #womenofmcu #usergif #ladiesofcinema #femalecharacters #cinemapix #moviegifs #filmgifs #filmtvtoday #fyeahmovies #televisiongifs #cinematv #tvarchive #usertiny #userelysia #userpegs #usereme #userrin #usertreena #userlaro #userarwen #useralien #uservalentina

[barbiedragon]

Freedom Lies in Wildness

HoTD: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader 

Sweet and Spicy Bingo Collection

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)

WC: 1.6k

Prompt: Get Naked for @sweetspicybingo

Warnings: incest (cousins), fingering, semi-public sex, praise kink, ring kink

Daemon shows his betrothed how wonderful pleasure can be   

*comments/reblogs are appreciated

Thundering applause filled the Crescent Chamber as your betrothal to Prince Daemon was announced. A few summers earlier, your eldest sister, Aemma, had wed Prince Viserys. You and your sister were half-blooded Targaryens, born from Princess Daella, and considered an ideal match. The handsome, young prince gazed at you over his cup, a smirk upon his lips. There had been discussion to wed him to Lady Rhea Royce, heir to Runestone. You were thankful that the match was not made, as Daemon had captured your heart at a tourney, with him the champion, and you declared the queen of love and beauty. You possessed a streak as wild as his, and your grandmother hoped that a union would calm the fire that coursed through your blood.

The petals from the flower crown were long faded and crumbled, but your love for Daemon proved long-lasting. You deemed him more handsome than Viserys, and while you wished your sister happiness and a fruitful marriage, you weren’t envious of her. Viserys was quite dull, in your opinion. Queen Alysanne offered you a gentle smile, nodding approval in your direction. She had attended the celebration to ensure you and Daemon behaved and accepted the marriage. Your sister enveloped you in a warm hug.

“I’m happy for you, sweet sister. I do believe it will be a perfect match,” she smiled.

“I believe the Prince will make me very happy indeed,” you chirped as Daemon stepped closer, offering his hand.

Your fingertips brushed across the smooth metal of his rings before settling into his warm flesh. You marveled at the size of his hands in comparison to yours. He lifted your hand to his mouth, lips grazing across your knuckles, making your heart flutter.

“I yearned to kiss my beloved, though I dare not be improper in front of our grandmother,” he teased.

“I fear she’d give you quite the scolding,” you laughed, your voice sweet and lilting.

The evening dragged on before the guests retired for the evening. Alysanne kissed your cheek, her thumb grazing across the curved bone. 

“Well done, sweetling. I shall break fast with you on the morrow, and we shall discuss wedding arrangements.”

“Yes, grandmother. Sleep well,” you smiled, watching as her sworn shield, Jonquil Darke, trailed dutifully behind her.

You settled a hand on Daemon’s shoulder from behind, leaning in to whisper in his ear. The whisps of his silver hair tickled your cheeks.

“My chambers are to the right of the marble staircase should you wish to visit and provide me with improper kisses,” you purred.

A wicked smile curved over his lips. “I believe I shall do just that, my lady.”

You headed toward your chambers, your ladies-in-waiting trailing behind to help you ready for bed, slowly stripping you from your sky blue gown laced with intricate ivory details and Myrish lace sleeves. White fur decorated the collar to help ward off the cold. It had been a gift from your grandmother as she was insistent that a lady of your standing should have one elegant, refined gown for entertaining. Truthfully, you were more comfortable in your leather riding habit than gowns; Aemma fit into the mold of the delicate Targaryen princess than you did. You preferred riding your midnight black mare, Shadow, through the Vale while chasing after your falcon, Hugor, as he claimed his prey.

Lady Kalia of House Corbray loosened the jeweled pins from your braided, swept-up hair, letting the wavy strands cascade down your back. While Aemma had been blessed with traditional Valyrian silver hair, you had inherited a chestnut brown from your father. Yet the Gods thought to smile upon you with your indigo eyes and aquiline nose. It seemed some Valyrian traits had slipped through. Kalia combed through your waves until your hair shone. You bid your ladies a good evening, left in your cotton shift and warm robe made of rich, blue velvet. You lounged on the chaise before the crackling fire when you heard a knock upon your door.

“Come,” you called out, blood pumping excitedly through your body.

Daemon entered your chambers, securing the door behind him as silently as possible before approaching you. 

“My lady,” he hummed, dropping to his knees in front of you to press a kiss to your hand.

You took a moment to appreciate his appearance. Flowing locks of silver that reached mid-back, stunning lilac eyes, a nose that mimicked your own, and his strong body. You noticed the muscular arms outlined under the sleeves of his red tunic. You shivered as his lips moved over the curve of your inner wrist, warmth bubbling against the tender patch of skin. He moved between your legs while a new feeling pulsed through you. Besides the curious moments of exploring your own body, you never copulated with another. However, you were willing to let Daemon take you in front of the fire.

His hands slipped up your shift, slowly pushing the fabric until it bunched around your hips. Your cheeks felt hot, breath catching in your throat, as your most intimate area was completely exposed to him. In the moment, you were most thankful for the downy patch of chestnut curls that afforded you some modesty. Your pebbled nipples strained against the shift as Daemon stood to peel the robe away from your body. The firelight made his rings glisten as a wicked thought overtook your mind.

“I want to feel your fingers inside me,” you breathed, becoming consumed by lust.

Daemon loomed over you as his fingertips ghosted across your lips. “Is that what you desire?” His voice was heavy and dark.

You gave a nod, feeling a wetness spread between your thighs.

“Open,” he commanded, and you parted your lips. He slipped two fingers inside your mouth. The sharp taste of metal from his rings overtook your senses as you suckled on him until he was coated in a thin layer of salvia.

“Good girl. I can tell you shall be a dutiful lady-wife. Though I’ve heard you were a wild one.”

“I can assure you that wildness still lurks deep inside me,” you murmured around his damp flesh.

He removed his fingers before tugging you to stand, quickly ridding you of the shift, making you stand bare before him. His large hands roamed your body as you wiggled on your feet. He sat on the chaise, guiding you into his lap before spreading your legs wide. You mewled as his thumb caressed your opening before a ringed finger slipped inside you. You gasped at the feeling: a pleasant, burning stretch coupled with the smooth structure of the ring.

“Now for another. Seven hells, your cunt is warm and tight,” he whispered in your ear as a second finger worked inside your dripping cunt.

The sensation of his rings and fingers buried deep inside you was quite the combination. As a soft squelch filled the room, you tilted your head back, clenching around him. Pleasure swam through you, making you feel dizzy and as if you might combust the smolder into ash.

“D…Daemon,” you moaned.

“Pleasure is a potent feeling. Often, shame is associated with it, but those are virtuous fools too afraid to experience it. I will please you when I can, and I expect you shall do the same for me once we are wed.” His thumb circled your delicate, swollen pearl as pleasure enveloped you.

“I shall. I promise to be a good lady-wife to you,” you whimpered as a wave crashed through you and sent you trembling as you writhed in his lap.

He chuckled darkly, kissing your cheek as his fingers curled inside you, allowing you to ride the wave out until he was coated in your release. You felt ravaged and exhausted. The removal of his fingers withdrew a soft whimper from your parted lips.

“Time to put you to bed,” he grinned, lifting you into his strong arms.

He wet a cloth using the water-filled basin by your bedside before tenderly wiping you clean. He securely tucked the sheets and blanket around you, ensuring every inch of your bare skin was covered.

“Pleasant dreams. I know my thoughts shall be consumed by you and all the things I shall do to your body once you are mine,” he hummed before disappearing.

Lady Kalia kept silent when she discovered you naked as a newborn babe in the morning, merely helping you to dress without a fuss before your grandmother joined you to eat.

~~

Your wedding night proved to be debauched and adventurous as Daemon claimed your maidenhead while you clung to the ledge of the moon door. His hand slapping against your rear provided warmth from the cold air that rushed through the parted doors. Darkness eclipsed the Giant’s Lance that loomed forebodingly below. The small terror that he might shove you down them cascaded through your mind yet did nothing to starve off your arousal. Your grip was steady and secure as Daemon fucked you from behind. The curl of his fingers around the back of your neck made you feel grounded.

Your thighs dripped with his spend and your release as he finished, his heavy pants cutting through the sound of wind whipping through the doors. He wrapped you in a warm embrace, his ringed fingers stroking your dark hair.

“Such a good lady-wife you have proven to be. Your cunt takes my cock wonderfully,” he praised, his words curling through like a warm fire.

He was pleased when you announced you were with child two moons later and gifted you a dragon’s egg that glittered with violet and emerald scales. Your grandmother was overjoyed, for it seemed the Rogue Prince had found his perfect match.

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Birthday Confession

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Best Friend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.4K

SUMMARY | Bucky never really cared for his birthday, but he suddenly had a different outlook since you came into his life. As long as he can spend it with you—the sweet, soft-spoken neighbor he secretly harbors a major crush on— and his cat, Alpine, he's happy. However, when everything takes a turn this year, you're both turning it into a birthday he'll never forget.

RATING | Mature (M)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Friends to lovers trope, use of Y/N, alcohol consumption, Natasha and Tony are alive, mutual pining.

A/N | This story is written in honor of Bucky Barnes' birthday, which is the perfect opportunity for me to get into the swing of writing for him again! It's written for Bucky's Birthday Bash—hosted by @buckybarnesevents—and includes the prompts Post Endgame Bucky, Friends to Lovers, Reader, and Dancing. The story is not proofread, any and all mistakes are my own.

EVENTS Masterlist | @buckybarnesevents BABB061: March | 3AM Talks Masterlist | @anyfandomaubingo | Neighbor!Reader Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Girl/Boy Next Door Masterlist | @fandombingo | "I don't know how to be in a relationship." / "Good, that makes two of us." Masterlist | @marvel-smash-bingo | Best friends to lovers Masterlist | @sebastianstanbingo | Birthday Gifts

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Header: Yours truly

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky never particularly cared for his birthday, but that changed when he met you—the sweet, soft-spoken neighbor who moved in next to his apartment almost five years ago. He used to be a recluse, preferring the company of Alpine, his cat, but something about you made him want to open up and let you into his life.

Now that you had melted his heart and broken down the walls he had built, he found himself looking forward to seeing you. He even dared to say he looks forward to celebrating his birthday because he knows that you will make him the type of cupcake he loves.

It's just after dinner, and he finds himself on his couch, Alpine purring on his lap as he pets her and tells her about his evening plans.

"I'm going to the club later, can you believe it? I never would have even considered it a few years ago, but when Y/N asked me, I didn't even think twice about it," he says with a small smile, shaking his head gently at the thought of you asking him to the club a few weeks ago. He could not say no to you, especially with his major crush on you.

Alpine meows when she hears your name because when you and Bucky got to know each other, you have also fallen in love with her. She's the reason you two even met. The day you first moved in, Bucky went to check his mail on a beautiful summer evening, and Alpine escaped before he could stop her.

She wandered carelessly into your apartment with a loud meow, pulling your attention away from the box you were unpacking. A white, fluffy cat with the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen stood in front of you, and right behind her was the most beautiful, albeit broody-looking man you've ever seen.

"Alpine! What do you think you're doing wandering into this lady's apartment?!" he told the cat, and you couldn't help but chuckle as she meowed loudly when he picked her up.

"I'm sorry," he said, and you smiled warmly at him. Deep inside, you were enjoying the stark difference between the dark-haired, broad-shouldered man and the beautiful white cat in his arms, but they seemed to fit together perfectly as if they were made for one another.

"It's okay; I like cats, especially when they bring along men like you!" you said confidently, and Bucky couldn't help but blush deeply after your comment. Before you could introduce yourself, he turned around and quickly returned to his apartment; the mail he was supposed to pick up had been long forgotten. From that moment on, you were the topic of most thoughts.

Over time, Bucky has slowly accepted you into his life, and being with you has brightened some of the darkest moments of his life. After Steve returned to be with Peggy, Bucky struggled a lot. From horrible nightmares to sleepless nights, he has been through everything. But you always seem to bring a bit of lightness wherever you go, including in Bucky's life.

Nowadays, he is generally a lot happier, but it's even more noticeable when you're in his presence; he carries himself with more confidence. Instead of hiding away all the time, he doesn't mind being seen when you're by his side. You gave him back the self-confidence he'd lost all those years ago, and he will always be thankful for that.

Before he can think about all that too hard, though, he hears a knock on the door and tucks Alpine under his arm before he opens it. He can see you standing there through the peephole and quickly swings open the door to let you in.

You're standing in front of him in a tight, knee-length dress, black heels, and lipstick that perfectly matches the color of your dress. The rest of your makeup is light, and your hair is pulled into a bun with braids to complete your outfit. His gaze lowers to the cupcake in your hand, a candle burning.

"Happy birthday, Bucky! Make a wish!" you tell him in a cheerful voice. With a smirk, he leans down to blow out the candle on the cupcake you're holding, though he already knows what he'll wish for. Each year, he wishes for the same thing: that you become his. This year may be the year for it to come true.

"I got you something special for your birthday this year. It's not every day you turn 107 years old, after all," you tell him, and he can't help but laugh. The fact that he's this old has never bothered you, and he's thankful for that.

The first time you ran into him on his birthday and asked how he was, he couldn't help but tell you it was his birthday. He still remembers how your eyes widened at his words and how you showed up later that afternoon with a book you had recently read.

Your shared love for reading is one of many things you two have in common, so you have developed the tradition of buying books for special occasions. The moment he tore the paper away from the first book you ever gifted him, he knew he would love it no matter what because it came from you.

You found an extra special one this year, though, and you've been dying to see his reaction since you acquired it. It is wrapped in shiny, black wrapping paper with a gold ribbon.

With quick movements, he unwraps his present, and an almost pristine first edition of The Hobbit is lying in his hands. It is the same book he read when it first came out and one he never thought he would see again.

"Why don't you open it up?" you urge him, and he does. Inside are the words he never thought he would see again, and he can't help but get choked up at the sight of them.

'Happy Birthday, jerk' is scribbled at the front of the book, and Bucky knows instantly that it's the version Steve has worked hard to buy him. Tears gather in his eyes as his fingers glide over the words, and he feels deeply thankful for this present.

"W-where—How-?" is all he can manage to choke out before you step forward and wrap your arms around him. He melts into your touch as your cheek is pressed against his chest, and soft kisses are placed on your head as his way of saying thank you.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes until you feel Alpine's soft fur against your bare legs, making you chuckle before releasing him and bending down to give her some love. Not long after, it's finally time to go to the club where you are supposed to meet the other Avengers, and Bucky calls the two of you a cab to take you there, saving you two the hassle of NYC parking.

"Are you ready to go in, Doll?" Bucky asks after helping you out of the cab and paying the driver. You nod as you go into the club, which is still relatively empty. It's still early in the night as you go and find a booth, and the rest of the Avengers will join later. As you slide into it, you look around to observe the room, but your eye eventually falls on Bucky standing at the bar.

He looks back at you with a wink as he orders your drinks, even though he can't get drunk. Despite that, he still enjoys the taste of it, so he usually orders a beer or two. It doesn't take long for him to join you in your booth, sliding in so he's sitting right next to you, and your thighs are almost touching.

"Thank you for inviting me, Doll. These evenings are a lot more bearable now that you're with me," he says, and you give him a smile before taking a sip of your drink.

"I'm glad to hear that because I know they're a lot more bearable for me when you're here," you say, and he blushes under the scruff lining his cheeks. The pink tint has the butterflies in your stomach going wild, but most of the other Avengers are arriving before you can say anything else.

Tony arrives at your table first, closely followed by Natasha, Wanda, Sam, and Clint. The two of you slide out of the booth to greet everyone, and the three men go to sit on one side while you, Natasha, and Wanda sit on the other side. Luckily, you're still seated across from Bucky during all this.

The conversation during the night's first half is light and pleasant, but the more drinks flowing, the looser everyone becomes. Combined with the number of people slowly filling the club, the atmosphere is starting to get much more enjoyable. You're just about to take a sip of your third drink of the evening when Natasha and Wanda practically pull you out of the booth, begging you to dance with them.

"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" you tell them with a broad smile that doesn't go unnoticed by Bucky. Seeing you getting along so well with his friends fills him with happiness, and no one can wipe off the smile adorning his face. He also knows that if Steve were here with all of you, he would have loved you, too.

The entire time you're on the dancefloor, Bucky's eyes are glued to you. From the way your hips move effortlessly to the excitement on your face, and from the way the sweat drips down your neck and into the valley of your breasts to the way your dress seems to ride up just enough to show a bit more skin, he notices it all.

"Why don't you go over there and dance with her? It's almost creepy when you're staring at her, man!" Sam says with a push against his metal arm.

"I'm pretty sure she's doing just fine with Nat and Wanda over there," he says, looking at Sam grumpily. However, you seem to have gotten the same idea as you return to the booth.

"Dance with me, Bucky! C'mon!" you say, and of course, the man cannot say no to you. Bucky shoots Sam a dirty look before turning to you, sliding out of the booth, and taking your hand. The music has a nice thumping bass, and Bucky allows himself to get lost in it and in the moves your body makes.

While you were dancing side by side at first, it eventually migrated to the point where you're grinding against him, his bulge pressing against your ass while his fingers are digging into your hips. The tension between you two has been building for a long time, and relieving some of it right now feels good.

After dancing like this for a while, you turn to face Bucky, and he can see the way you're enjoying yourself. From the flush on your cheeks to the smile adorning your face, you're looking perfect, and Bucky has to stop himself from kissing you right now. It's not that he doesn't want to do it, but if he goes down that path with you, he wants to do it right.

"Shall we go outside for a moment?" you ask him, and he nods. You lead him out, the cool air feeling pleasant against your skin.

"Are you enjoying yourself tonight, Doll?" he asks you, though he already knows the answer. Clearly, you're enjoying yourself, but he still wants to hear you say it.

"I am, but there's a reason I asked you out here. Away from everyone else's ears," you tell him, his curiosity piqued. He raises a brow as he looks at you, your lip pulled between your teeth as you muster up the courage to finally tell him what's on your mind. You've gotten this far, so now you have to pull through.

"The past few years with you have been amazing, Bucky, but I have noticed that something... changed," you say after a short moment. As soon as those words leave your mouth, Bucky's brows furrow, but you're quick to ease the thoughts in his head.

"I mean to say I'm in love with you, Bucky. I'm not sure when or how it happened, but it has. I understand if you don't feel the same about me, but I've been thinking about this for almost a year now-" is all you get to say before he pulls you against his chest as he dips down to capture your lips with his.

It's a soft, sweet kiss that has you melting into his touch, and neither of you wants it to end. When the need for air eventually takes over your brain, you hesitantly pull away, though your foreheads are still connected as you gaze into Bucky's bright blue eyes.

"I'm in love with you too, Doll, but I have another confession. I don't know how to be in a relationship," he says softly, and you smile at his confession.

"Good, that makes two of us. But if you want to, I want to figure it out together. Something about being with you feels right, and I want to explore it with you if you're open to it," you say, and he nods.

"I'd love nothing more, Doll," he says before he leans down and kisses you again, your head tilting slightly to the side as he does. All four other Avengers are whooping in excitement as the two of you kiss, but you don't care. All you can think about is Bucky and how his lips feel on yours.

"Finally, it took you guys long enough!" Tony says before everyone congratulates the two of you. Before you go back inside, Bucky grabs his phone from his pocket, and when he notices the time, he can't help but smile.

"Y'know what, Doll, out of all the 3 AM talks we've shared over the years, this is my favorite," he says as he shows you the time. You have stayed up with him during his nightmares or sleepless nights countless times, but you cannot agree more. This one is definitely your favorite.

"Happy birthday, Bucky," you tell him before pulling him in for a last kiss. Afterward, you go back inside, and all of you dance until the sun rises again, and it's time to go home. Bucky may have celebrated many birthdays in his life, but not a single one will ever top this one. There's no greater gift than hearing you confess your love for him, after all.

#BBEbuckybdaybash2024 #BaBB2023 #anyfandomaubingo #anyfandomfluffbingo #fandombingo #marvelsmashbingo #sebastianstanbingo #bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff

[vulnonapix1234]

This is an au that @armed-teddy-bear and I came up on the Shazam Fam Discord server.

The "10 year old champion of magic adopts an 1 year old clone" au.

Or:

"Billy Batson doesn't like how Superman treats his test-tube baby and kidnaps him" au

Conner is surprisingly alright with having a 10 year old as dad. He (a 1 year old) is aware that age doesn't mean anything about maturity.

He calls him Dad, even in his downpowered form and tries to be a good boy, out of fear of being abandoned if he where to be bad.

Billy is still his childish, innocent, self but he loves his boy and genuinely tries to help him with his powers. He also has started to dislike superman, as he reminds him a lot of his late uncle.

Superman is a bit worried for his friend, as he still believes that his Clone is a weapon and a danger to society. On the other hand, he is glad that this thing is out of his hand.

Luthor pays the child support.

(@armed-teddy-bear made an amazing pic for the resulting theories i was allowed to share)

(The most liked Theory is that Captain Marvel is another Clone of Superman, whilst Billy is Luthors. They are both Conners parents genetics wise and probably feel weird to be around the other one)

Conner also stopped being superboy in favor of becoming "Lieutenant", Captain Marvels side kick.

His new persona also gave him the nickname "Lieu", what allowed him to create a secret identity.

Lieu is a softboy. A kind soul that adores old people and animals. Someone that smiles easily and is extremely emotional.

Conner on the other hand works in an animal shelter and is scary. He has an strong resting bitch face and looks angry all the time.

(The costume was made by an elderly Lady he usually carries to her bingo weekends. Its his most priced possession and nothing pisses him more of than it getting damaged)

Another important thing is that Conner was able to grow into himself because of Billy. He soon learnt that he didn't have to copy someone else to be kept around, so he started expressing himself more.

(His Teammates didn't recognize him when he returned "home". He was the heartthrob for a few months after that. To bad he isn't allowed to date till he reaches double digits.

#captain marvel dc #captain marvel #shazam dc #shazam #shazaam #young justice superboy #kon el superboy #superboy #kon el kent #kon el #conner kent #young justice #dc #clark kent #superman #lex luthor

[holylulusworld]

Annoying Guy (1)

Title: Annoying Guy

Summary: Your new neighborhood is nice. Well, almost. If only there wasn’t this loud biker getting on your nerves.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: OFC x fem!Reader, Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: noise complaints, angst, language, cocky Bucky, smoking, drinking, arguments, tension, implied cheating, desire to have children, making out, love-struck Bucky, reader’s boyfriend is a douche, fluff, enemies to lovers?

Words: 2,3k

Square filled for @anyfandomaubingo​ Free Space: Biker AU

Square filled for @marvelfluffbingo 2021 (expired): Biker au

Square filled for  @marvelfluffbingo​ 2022: Biker au

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“Sean, he’s repairing his bike again, and he’s smoking,” you mutter under your breath while watching your annoyingly loud neighbor. “Babe, the music is blaring, and he’s flicking his cigarette butts onto our lawn.”

“Y/N, just leave him be. That guy is a biker and I bet he’s got a gun. Do you want me to get killed over some cigarettes and loud music? Jesus, stop being so uptight. No wonder—” Sean shakes his head as you storm toward the front door to give your loud neighbor a piece of your mind.

“Mr. Barnes,” your neighbor drops a tool into a toolbox as you waltz toward him and his bike. “I need to work on some papers and can’t think clearly as your music is too loud. And can you not flip your cigarette butts onto my lawn?”

“Doll, a good afternoon to you too, pretty lady,” how you hate the cocky biker. He still crouches in front of his bike, humming as you step closer to poke his shoulder with your index finger. “What can I do for you?”

“I want to work and need silence. Can you just not be an annoyingly loud neighbor. Act like an adult for once,” hands-on your hips you watch the biker get back up and tower over you. Fuck, he’s so much taller up close. “Mr. Barnes.”

“All you had to do was ask nicely, doll,” he smirks now. “Give me a second and I’ll turn the music down. I can’t make a pretty lady like you mad at me. Maybe I want to ask you out one day and you’ll say no as I was too loud.”

“I got a boyfriend, Mr. Barnes,” you jerk your head toward Sean who pokes his head out of the front door. “I’ll appreciate it if you stop being so loud.”

“Anything for you, pretty lady,” he holds out his hand. “Please stop calling me Mr. Barnes. Mr. Barnes was my father. You can call me Bucky, doll.”

You look at his hand, huffing. “I’ll stick to Mr. Barnes,” you reluctantly shake his hand, feeling your heart beat out of your chest as he leans closer to whisper in your ear.

“Baby doll, the moment you get to know me better, you’ll always call me Bucky. Maybe you’ll even scream my name, huh? How about you ditch that douche and come over to my house later.”

“What? I—” you nervously splutter. Heat creeps into your cheeks at his words. “Mr. Barnes, this is inappropriate. I’m in a relationship and y-you can’t just say things like that.”

“Sweetness, I can say whatever I want,” he laughs at your pained expression. “I can also tell you that your boyfriend is a douche. Do you know how often he stares at one of my friends? Last week he tried to hit on Natasha. She’s fucking engaged to Clint.”

“Why would I believe you?” you huff now. “I knew you are an annoying guy, but I didn’t think you are a lying bastard too!”

Bucky watches you storm off, muttering under your breath. He winks at your boyfriend, not giving away he’d like to punch Sean’s face.

“Sooner or later, you’ll see he’s an asshole and come running to me, doll,” the biker shrugs before he turns his attention back toward his other doll. “Let’s get you fixed, pretty girl. If she finally comes to her senses, I want her to go on a ride with me.”

“You won’t believe what that degenerated and rotten biker dared to say about you. He,” you point at Bucky, panting heavily, “dared to say that you tried to hit on one of those biker groupies.”

“What?” Sean huffs as you keep on ranting over the things Bucky just said. “She’s a hot piece of ass and I was a little tipsy. I only told her she’s pretty.”

“You what?” gaping at your boyfriend you feel like someone punched you in the guts. Not moments ago, you called Bucky a liar and now, your boyfriend admitted he did hit on that girl. “Sean! How dare you!”

“Man, it didn’t mean shit. She was hot, and I was drunk. Nothing happened, babe. Stop being such a drama queen,” he walks away, ignoring you call his name. “You should calm down, Y/N. If you are normal again, we can have a movie night or crap.”

“I—you…what?” you’re so angry at Sean, at yourself, and the biker who pumped up the volume again that you are shaking. “He can’t just do such a thing.”

“Hey, doll,” Bucky yells from the other side of the street. He waves at you, smirking as you try to balance two paper bags full of groceries. “I hope you had a great day.”

The bastard is walking toward you, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. He doesn’t even wear his biker boots today. Bucky shows off his shirtless and tanned chest, making you swallow thickly as droplets of sweat run down his chest.

“Mr. Barnes,” you curtly greet your neighbor. “It was—okay. I guess. I hope yours was good too.”

“Sold another bike to one of those yuppies,” he takes the bags out of your arms before you can protest. “Saw your boyfriend come home earlier today. Why didn’t he help you with the bags?”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” you roll your eyes as Bucky walks up the three steps leading to your veranda. “Listen, I can handle this.”

“You shouldn’t have to ask for help, doll. It’s your man’s job to keep you happy, satisfied and do shit for you,” he grins as you unlock your door. “See, he’s a douche.”

“Mr. Barnes, can you just not,” rubbing your tired eyes you sigh deeply. “I had a really bad day at work. My feet hurt. I’m hungry. And on top of all my car makes an odd noise.”

“Your car,” Bucky’s eyes light up. “I can have a look at it, doll. Neighborly help and all. Just come over tomorrow and I’ll fix your car.”

“I—” you nod, but don’t intend on letting your rowdy neighbor have a look at your car. “I could come over if I find the time. Uh-thank you for carrying my bags, Sir.”

“Bucky,” he smirks as you take the bags out of his arms. He holds the door open for you, glancing inside your house. “I told you to call me Bucky, doll.”

“And, I told you that I’ll call you Mr. Barnes.”

“We will get you there, sweetness,” he looks you up and down before turning to leave. “If you need more help, just holler.”

“Like hell,” you whisper as you walk inside your house. “I don’t need your help and don’t want it, bastard.” Kicking your front door shut with your foot you huff. “Sean. Babe! Can you help me with the bags? I got more in my trunk.”

“Babe, I just had a shower. Can’t you handle this?” again, you huff. It’s not that you expected Sean to help you with shit lately. If only he could be more like…no, you won’t think of that man.

“Mr. Barnes!” you storm out of your house, yelling loud enough to make some of Bucky’s friends flinch. “It’s 2 am! Some people have to go to work in the morning!”

“Oh! Doll!” oddly the biker runs toward you. “Great you want to celebrate my business success.” You squeak as he wraps one arm around your waistline to guide you toward his friends. People are cheering as you wiggle in Bucky’s grip.

“Buck, a new girl?” a tall blonde guy with shoulder-length hair stumbles toward you, making you shriek as he wraps you and Bucky in a hug. “She’s a pretty and cute one. A keeper.”

“What? Hey! Let go of me!”

“Aw, an angry one too,” the tall biker flashes you a smile. “What’s your name, little one? I’m Thor, over there,” he points at a raven-haired man in leather pants and a green shirt, “that’s my brother Loki.”

“That’s Y/N, my new neighbor,” Bucky exclaims. “You already know Thor,” he guides you toward the others, ignoring that you try to break out of his embrace, “over there is my best friend Steve, and the guy next to him believing he’s a  good-looking bastard is Sam.”

“I heard that, Barnes,” Sam flashes you a smile. “And I’m damn good-looking. The ladies love me.”

“Ignore him,” he whispers in your ear. “He’s just jealous that I got you in my arms.”

“Bucky, another round,” a beautiful red-haired woman asks. She flashes you a smile and offers you a beer. “Hi, I’m Natasha, but you can call me Nat.”

“Listen, I’m not here to party with you,” you finally break out of Bucky’s embrace. “I need sleep. I got to get up for work in not four hours. I know you’ve got no clue about regular working times, work, and how to behave like a decent human but if you don’t want me to call the cops, stop being so fucking loud. What will you do when I finally got a baby? Will you wake them at 2 am too?”

“Oh, she said a bad word,” Steve snickers as his friend’s features darken. “What now?”

“As far as I know, will your douche of a boyfriend not give you a baby anytime soon,” Bucky smirks darkly as your face falls. “Didn’t he say that he’s not ready to have kids?”

“You spied on us?” you gape at Bucky. “What the fuck!”

“It’s not spying if your neighbors fight loud enough for me to hear every word. And I wouldn’t try for a baby with a guy like him,” he lifts your chin with two fingers, smirking as your lips part. The blue-eyed bastard chuckles while you fight the tears. “Go for a real man, doll. A man knowing what you need.”

“Leave me the fuck alone! I will have a baby soon enough!”

“If you want one, let me help you out,” he calls after you as you storm off. “I bet Sean won’t be too mad. He only has eyes for every woman crossing his path.”

“BASTARD!” you stop in your tracks to look over your shoulder. “One more word and I’ll rip you a new one. Sean is a good man. Unlike you! BIKER BOY!”

“Damn, she gave it to you good,” Steve puts his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “What is your master plan?”

“I’ll get her sooner or later, Steve…Just wait for it...”

“Again? You were on a business trip not two weeks ago, Sean. I told you we should try for a baby,” you cross your arms over your chest as your boyfriend of five years just walks toward the door. “You tell me you are going on a trip the day you leave?”

“I need space, okay,” Sean groans while walking out of your house. “You wanted to buy this house. You wanted to settle down and marry. You want to have a baby.” He mutters. “You never ask what I want.”

“I ask you all the time!” you can’t believe you are even fighting over this. “When was the last time you asked me what I want?”

“What do you want, huh?” he growls as he storms toward his car. “You are sucking the life out of me.”

“You didn’t complain when I sucked your dick while you played video games,” Bucky watches you yell at your boyfriend with amusement. He snickers as you growl and scream. “You want to know what I want? How about a fucking orgasm! You never even try to get me close to one. Or, how about I want a man helping me out when I need him! Last month I was in pain, and you just went downstairs to watch football.”

“Don’t be a bitch!” he places his suitcases in front of his car and turns around to glare at you. “You were on your period and didn’t have a stroke!”

You slap his face, hard. “A thoughtful and loving partner would’ve taken care of me,” panting heavily you realize you gave the cocky biker a good show as Bucky laughs loudly, making you even madder at Sean.

“You know, that’s why I’m looking at other women. You’re so complicated and hard to live with. I’m just done hiding that I want to bang my secretary. At least she knows when to shut up,” he grins. “Especially when she sucks my dick.”

“Fine. Go ahead and fuck that skank,” you start walking, make a beeline around Sean’s car to storm toward Bucky, snapping your fingers. “Biker. You. Your cock. Now,” on your way toward Bucky’s house, you wrap your hand around his wrist, tugging hard to make him follow you.

“Doll, whoa…why the hurry,” he eagerly follows you toward his house, opening the door for you. He yelps as you immediately jump at him. Bucky catches you and helps you wrap your legs around his waistline, hands pawing at your ass. “Y/N, slow down.”

“You wanted to fuck me. So, fuck me. Make me scream your name so everyone in the neighborhood knows Sean just lost my cunt to you,” Bucky smirks darkly as you try to grind against his growing erection. “Come on. Don’t be all talk and no orgasm.”

“Doll,” he presses you against the wall to look you deep in the eyes. Bucky cups your face with both hands smiling as you wait for his next step. “I’ll not fuck you before we had at least one date.” His lips claim yours in a soft kiss, tongue swiping over yours. “Do you know what we are going to do today?”

“No,” you whine, still grinding against him. “Fuck like rabbits?”

“No. We will throw Sean’s shit out of your house. When we are done I’ll invite you over to my place and cook for you. After we finished eating, I’ll tell you more about my life, and you can tell me about yours.”

“Bucky, I—” glancing at his lips you realize he still smiles. “You don’t want to just fuck me?”

“No, baby doll,” he’s kissing you again, more passionately this time. “I wanna make you my girl and when we are ready, I’ll give you as many biker babies as you want…”

>> Part 2

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#Annoying Guy #bucky barnes x reader #marvelfluffbingo2022 #afgaubingo #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader #biker!bucky barnes #biker!bucky x reader

[rosielou94]

Dinner Date - Hank Loza x Reader (NSFW)

Follow up to Motel Room Candles

Warnings: slight angst, Hank basically being a Master Chef, age gap, p in v, oral (f and m receiving), cliff hanger ending!!

Words: 2.140

A/N: This is part 2 of my Hank Loza fic. I'm hoping to get Part 3 up ASAP as this storyline has me hooked.

Hank’s hands trembled slightly as he laid the table, adjusting the knife and fork until it was “just right.” The light from the candles he’d placed in the centre of the table glowed softly, reflecting their delicate light off the walls of the kitchen. Nervously wiping his hands on his jeans, Hank took a swig of beer before tossing the mushrooms he had sauteing in a pan.

Tonight was special; not only was it your first night together outside of a crappy motel, but it was also Hank’s first night cooking for you. He’d headed down to Felipe’s store first thing this morning, picking out two of the finest steaks before marinading them in his signature mix of herbs and spices. He’d made some homemade thick-cut fries and the peppercorn sauce that would finish off the meal was bubbling away nicely. Hank’s mom was out at Bingo with some of her friends tonight, and Hank jumped at the chance to have you over. Consuela had guessed her son was having someone special over, and she’d happily linger at the Bingo club to give him precious time with his new lady. She didn’t know who you were, but she knew you made her son very happy. He was a changed man these last few weeks.

The doorbell rang and Hank jumped, marvelling over how you had turned him – the usual stoic, unmoving hulk of a man – into an excited, jumpy teenager. He smoothed down his shirt, one he’d bought especially for the occasion, took a deep breath, and opened the door. You stood before him in a figure-hugging calf-length blue dress, a bottle of wine in your hand. “Hey,” you smiled, blown away by the sight of a Hank in a crisp white shirt. The sleeves strained against his huge arms, the tattoos on his chest visible through the undone buttons at the top of his neck. Your stomach did a delicious flip at the sight of him, and you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. “You look amazing!” Running your hand down his shirt, all you could think of was taking it off. “So do you.” Hank took you all in, genuinely stunned that he was lucky enough to have you. He shook his head, forcing himself back to the present and took the bottle of wine from your outstretched hand. “Come on in, dinners almost ready.”

He led you through to the kitchen, the smell of cooking and candles enveloping you. It smelled amazing. “How do you like your steak?” Hank asked. “Medium-rare,” you smiled, “should I pour the wine?” Hank indicated for you to go ahead, and you poured two large glasses, before settling back and watching him. Hank seemed to be in his element; He had multiple pans on the go, humming softly as he worked. The smells of mushrooms, steak and the sauce came together in a mouth-watering combination and as you watched him work your heart swelled. You were head over heels for this man. Hank dished up and you were instantly blown away by this man’s talent when it came to cooking. The steak was melt-in-the-mouth, the fries crispy on the outside but fluffy on the inside, and the peppercorn sauce was the best you’d ever tasted. “You’re a man of many talents,” you smiled, “this food is incredible.” Hank’s blushing cheeks were visible, even in the dim light of the candles and he reached across the table to squeeze your hand. “I wish I could cook for you every night,” he smiled sadly. It was just his luck that he would meet the woman of his dreams, but that she’d be the one person he couldn’t have. The daughter of El Padrino was strictly off-limits. You father wanted you to have a good life, one away from crime and violence, and falling in love with a member of the MC wasn’t what he wanted for you. He'd tried his best to shield you, but the MC was your family too. As you looked at Hank from across the table, at his soft brown eyes that gazed so adoringly at you, you wanted nothing more than him.

After dinner, you washed up in companionable silence, both knowing what would happen next, but enjoying each other’s company too much to rush things. Your hands brushed every now again, as Hank handed you the clean dishes to dry. He’d put on a soft soul playlist that quietly played in the background and you wondered if you’d ever felt as content as you did in this very moment. After you’d finished cleaning up, Hank poured another glass of wine. He handed it to you, and you set it down, pulling him to you by the lapels of his shirt. You kissed, Hank moaning as your tongue flicked gently against his. He pushed you back against the counter, your body slotting perfectly in between his. His large hands caressed your hips, your waist, moving slowly up before cupping your cheeks. “I love you,” he whispered, not quite realising what he was saying until the words had left his mouth. The only person he’d ever said those three words to before were his mother. He instantly regretted opening his mouth as you pulled away from him slightly, a slight smile playing on your lips. “I love you too,” you whispered back, “now take me to bed.”

Whisking you up in his arms, Hank carried you through to his bedroom. You noticed the room was mostly bare, save for a bed, a side table and small built-in closet. You guessed he didn’t need much here seeing as he spent most of his time at the Club House, but then you spotted a few polaroids on his bedside table, ones you’d taken in the motel room the other night. You were snuggled up together, your heads touching, both smiling at the camera. You’d given them to Hank, and completely forgotten about them, but seeing them now you couldn’t help but smile. “You big softie,” you teased, kissing him as he lay you gently on top of his sheets. “I like having them there,” he said, “it reminds me this isn’t a dream.” He didn’t dare keep any photos of you on his phone in case anyone saw them. If he had it his way, all his memory would taken up with photos of you, but the two polaroids were all he had. Sometimes, when he’d had a heavy day and he couldn’t sleep, he’d look at the photos to remind himself that there was some good in the world.

Hank moved between your thighs, sliding your dress up to your waist. Your wetness was already visible through your underwear, and he ran a finger over the soft material, smiling as you arched hips into his touch. “Please,” you whined, desperate to feel his fingers inside you. “So impatient,” Hank smiled, his finger trailing up the skin of your inner thigh, feeling your body shiver against him. “Hank,” you pleaded, “please.” “Ok querida,” he said, smiling at your neediness as he slid your underwear down over your legs. You spread your legs wide, letting him take all of you in as his fingers stroked your slick folds, ghosting over your clit before he lowered his mouth to your centre. You cried as his tongue replaced his fingers, greedily lapping up the sweet taste of you, the sounds of your moans spurring him on. He slid a finger inside, your tight walls clenching against him, before sliding in one more. “Fuck,” you whispered, your hands gripping Hank’s hair as he curled his fingers in a “come here” motion, stroking a spot deep within you. You could feel the pleasure building, your thighs shaking as Hank worked his tongue and fingers expertly. This man knew your body so well, knew just what turned you on. Hank moaned against your swollen bud, the taste of you driving him insane. His spare hand snaked its way up to your chest, taking your nipple in between his fingers. He squeezed gently, enjoying the moan that escaped you. “Harder,” you breathed, “I’m so close.” Hank obliged, flicking your pert nipple and squeezing it a little tighter. With a shuddering cry, your hands gripped his hair, and you came around his fingers, you hips arching into his tongue that still circled your clit. Every nerve ending in your body screamed for more, and Hank carried you through your orgasm, gently stroking your soft walls until your cry became a soft moan, your thighs quivering.

You lay breathless on his sheets, your chest heaving as you came down from your high. Hank was certain he’d never seen anything so beautiful in all his life. You looked so perfect, your hair splayed out around you, your cheeks flushed. You sat up, hastily undoing the buttons of his shirt, giggling as he lifted your dress over your head. You fumbled with the button on his jeans, desperate to have him naked in front of you. As you pulled down his underwear, his dick was already hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip. You took him in your mouth, Hank rewarding you with a loud moan. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, making up what you couldn’t fit in. He was big, and it made your jaw ache, but you loved looking up at the blissed out look on his face whenever you took him like this. Your tongue swirled over his tip, your hand and mouth working together. “I wanna cum inside you, querida,” Hank hissed, pulling back. You pouted, enjoying the hold you had over him, and he pulled you in for a deep kiss. He settled at the top of the bed, his back against the headboard and pulled you into his lap. You lowered yourself onto him, your legs either side, your arms wrapped round each other. This position felt so intimate, your bodies so closely connected as you rocked you hips, Hank stretching you out in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. You sighed into his lips, his hands gripping your hair as you moved. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips grazing your jawline and neck. “I love you too,” you smiled, your back arching as his thumb began to stroke soft, slow circles over your clit. No matter how many times you had this man, you always wanted more.

Hank rocked his hips in time with yours, your bodies perfectly in sync as your pleasure built. He loved watching the expressions on your face as you rode him, the soft moans you made driving him crazy. Your breasts grazed across his chest as he pulled you closer to him, the smell of your perfume and shampoo intoxicating. He could never get enough of you, he was always left wanting more. He’d never felt like this before, never been so at the mercy of one person. Hank could feel himself getting close, not wanting this moment to end but the way your body moved against his, he couldn’t help himself. “Fuck, querida,” he growled, arching his hips hard into you as he came, a hoarse moan erupting deep within him as he spilled into you. You pushed yourself against him, your own orgasm rippling through your body as you felt Hank cum inside you, his strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer. You stayed like that, your heartbeats and breath slowing down as you came down off your high. “We’ll make this work, Hank,” you said, gently kissing him. You’d always known this man was special, but after tonight, you couldn’t bear the thought of him not being in your life. It broke your heart just to think of it. “I promise you, we’ll make it work.”

Outside Hank’s house, Marcus Alvarez pulled to a stop. He had some club business he wanted to run by him, as Hank was a man El Padrino could trust. He was wise, he had his head screwed on and he never made irrational decisions. But, as Marcus approached the house, he noticed your car parked outside. It was unmistakable, with its custom paint job that Coco had given it the day you brought it to the MC. Why would you be here? None of the lights were on in the house, but Hank’s bike was parked out front. A cold, creeping dread slithered its way down Marcus’ spine as he came to the slow, but gut-wrenching realisation of what his daughter and his close friend were probably doing. Marcus gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. This absolutely wouldn’t fucking stand. He sat there watching the house for a few minutes, his anger bubbling up inside until it threatened to spill over. He thought about breaking the door down, storming in and grabbing you, but he knew he wouldn’t like what he saw. No, he’d bide his time, wait for the right moment. Hank would see what happened when you messed with El Padrino.

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[nekoannie-chan]

Opportunity

Opportunity

Title: Opportunity.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Pre-serum!Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 322 words.

Square: B2 “Pre-serum Steve.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: You were looking for Steve to join the army.

Major Tags: Fluff.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @steverogersbingo Steve Rogers Bingo round 3. SB3090.

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You read the forms Steve had filled out in different places, then you saw the photographs, and finally Erskine.

“Are you sure about this, doctor? “you questioned, your voice sounding skeptical.

“He's the one we need to test the serum," Abraham confirmed.

“There are other candidates; I'm not sure he'll stand up to the experiment." You had too many doubts, the main one being the reason why the doctor wanted to send you to find Steve.

**

You closed your bag after taking out the paper where Steve's address was written down. You turned to see the street sign; it seemed that you were close. You didn't know the place; maybe you should ask. You approached a lady who was arranging fruit.

“Excuse me, do you know how to get to this address?"

The woman gave you directions; you only had to walk two more streets. You looked for the number of Steve's flat and knocked on the door.

Steve was startled when he heard the knock on his door. He hoped it wasn't some debt collector; sometimes they wanted to trick him by telling him he had to pay his mother's outstanding bills, but he had taken care of that several years before, and now he was living debt-free.

When he opened the door, he was speechless. He wasn't expecting anyone, but he didn't think he was going to meet you either.

“Are you Steve Rogers? “you asked, although you knew that if it was him, you simply wanted to confirm it.

“It's me."

“You are to attend the army post on Monday, as indicated on the paper," you informed him.

“Did they accept me?“ Steve asked.

“Of course, and if all goes well, we can go for ice cream together afterwards," you proposed.

"But I can't eat ice cream."

“If you join the army, you can," you assured him.

Maybe it wasn't so bad working with Dr. Erskine after all.

#steve rogers bingo round 3

[sarahowritesostucky]

2023 In Review : Authors' Edition

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again? I wrote my first drabble. Plan to do more as part of my compliments to fanart that I like and reblog.

How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!) 28

What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer? I overuse semicolons and dashes and the first step is admitting you have a problem.

What piece of media inspired you the most? Handmaid's Tale, Snowpiercer (And of course MCU just b/c of Stucky)

What fandom(s) did you write for this year? Marvel/MCU, Actor RPF, Supernatural, Fresh, Snowpiercer, Knives Out

What ship(s) captured your heart? Stucky already had my heart. I really got into other C.Evans and S.Stan characters paired with OFC's, this year though.

What character(s) captured your heart? I liked exploring Curtis Everett and Lloyd Hansen. But I still ride or die for Steve&Bucky.

Did you write for a new fandom or ship this year? Yes!! Lots of new M/F pairings, and 5 new C.Evans characters.

What fic meant the most to you to write? "The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence"--because this was my first commissioned fic and I'm super proud of that. Plus, I've formed a friendship with the person who asked for it!

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? No clear winner for this one, just a ton of ties. Fluffiest fic was "Angels Are Avian Adjacent"

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing? "The Merging: A Union" - just b/c I've left the SN fandom and was glad to have given the story an end.

What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it? "Medically Necessitated" - because there is SO much I want to include in the plot of this one and it just is hard to keep it all straight in my head sometimes. Plus I'm rarely in the mood to write it because I hold the tone and quality of the writing so dear to my heart, that I don't want to just phone it in or half ass it. It is not finished (yet!).

What fic was the easiest to write? "Wet Dream" was written as a Bingo fill, and it felt like it came pretty easily.

What were your shortest and longest fics this year? "It Started with Helga the Lunch Lady" - 863 words "Medically Necessitated" - 91,000 words

Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023 "Medically Necessitated"

What were you go-to writing songs? "Wicked Game," "Enjoy the Silence," "I want to," "Like U," "Say It," "Falling," "Insomnia," "Should Be Higher," "Daddy Issues."

What were your go-to writing snacks? Kratom, caffeine pills

What was the hardest fic to title? Hydra Sanatorium - the title was actually something else that I decided I didn't like, so it got changed.

Share your favorite opening line A 3-way tie between: 1. "As a gigantic fucking Duh, hiking that last mile home with an ass full of cum is no fun." (BB & his 1001 Fetishes, ch 34), 2. "The Morning When Steve Finds Out What Bucky Wants to do to His Dick:" (Modifications & Improvement of Functions), and 3. "Sebastian’s in the middle of taking a dump when he hears his phone out in the kitchen. “Ah, crap.”" (I Prefer Girls Who're Not Afraid to Cry)

Share your favorite ending line A 3-way tie between 1. "What the hell kind of simp-ass Dom even calls themself something stupid like "Bucky," anyway?" (It Started with Helga the Lunch Lady) 2. "And then, nodding at the box of Midnight Black #106 that the other man is considering, furtively advises, “... don’t do it.”" (Merry & Bright, part 2) and 3. "Well, Bucky utilized his super soldier stealth skills. Steve tripped into the floor lamp." (Good Ol' Fashioned Values)

Share your favorite piece of dialogue I couldn't sort through ALL of the dialogue, lol, but it would definitely be the dirty talk in one of them. A recent one that comes to mind is the sexually tense and taunting back and forth Bucky has with his half-sister in "Make it Stick", or the banter between Ransom and his ex-GF in "Who'd You Have to Blow to Get That Part?"

Share an excerpt from your favorite scene AGAIN, too too many to sort through them all, but I love the scene in Good Ol' Fashioned Values where Steve and Bucky are making love, and Steve is emotional over wanting to be the omega mate he used to be for Bucky, and Bucky tenderly reassures him that he's still the perfect mate: [[“Buck, oh, p-please …”

“Uh huh. That’s right Honey. So soft. You work so hard to go soft for me, don’t you Sweetheart?”

Steve whimpered in a way he rarely did anymore, hands flying up to cover Bucky’s on his neck. “Yes, yes,” he gasped. His fingers curled into Bucky’s metal ones and held on almost desperately. “Please. I can be good. Buck,”

It broke Bucky’s heart a little bit, and he cooed sadly and shook his head. “Aw, Stevie, no.” He changed his pace, slowing down and fucking in deep and staying there to grind them together. “You’re always good, Honey. Always. Even when you can’t.” Steve’s eyes got misty at that, and plaintive, sad sounds started working their way out of his throat alongside the moans. Bucky hushed him. “Shh sh sh, Sweetheart.”]]

Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out? The last paragraph of Modifications & Improvement of Functions, because the tone of the fic was so lighthearted and so twisted at different points, I wasn't quite sure which tone I wanted it to end on. [[Steve’s old junker of a heart gets another ding in it. He pulls Bucky in close to be the little spoon, and lies there kissing at the back of his neck for a long, long time. “You always work right, Buck. You’re always perfect. I love you.” He traces the edges of the star that’s carved into the nape of his neck, and eventually he whispers, “We’ll go to the piercing shop tomorrow.”]]

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story? That a 16 year old character may NOT be written engaging in even non-explicit sexual relationships in a Tumblr fic. I had to reformat a few details to be safe (but I increased the age gap super much instead, so nah nah! 😝(Got my abusive Tumblr Staff Troll 🧌to thank for that one.)

What did you use to write? (e.g. writing programs, paper & pen, etc.) Google Docs. Sometimes I'll jot something small down straight onto a Tumblr post.

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year? I'm just really satisfied with the themes and unique way the narrative handles the subject matter in Modifications and Improvement of Functions, I think. As well as how I navigated the half-sibling incest depicted in "Make it Stick"

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic? When I achieved 5 in a rows on Bingos, I posted the masterlists. First time doing that!

How did you recharge between fics? Sleep, binge eating, elliptical machine/gym, Youtube videos.

If this were an awards show, who would you thank? My supporters who have commissioned fics, my most frequent commentors/rebloggers, and the people who supported me when the Tumblr Staff Troll 🧌 started abusing her position. (@smlmsworld, @autumnrose40, @pia-bartolini, @pandafishao3, @albymangroves, @rogersbarneses, @cobaltmoonysart, @justsupersarahthings (@and the others who I probably forgot!)

What’s something that you want to write in 2024? I have a fic I was writing for the @stuckyhistoricalfiction challenge that I never finished because of an injury/recuperation, but I truly love the fic concept and what I have written so far, so I'd like to finish that this year, even if it's just a shorter version than I'd planned. I also had two fics I was supposed to write and another fic I was supposed to draw for, for the @stuckybangs, which I didn't complete due to the injury. I'd love to collab with those partners and fulfill their visions! BUT MOST OF ALL: I want to finish up many, if not most (or all 😅) of my WIPs that I have going. I love them all so much and have no intention of letting any of them remain unfinished forever!

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[sabraeal]

to all the ghost still standing in this room, Chapter 2

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Written for @kirayaykimura for her birthday! Starting this got pushed back SO MANY TIMES due to bingo, and so when I finally got to it and asked if she had a last minute change in request...she finally admitted she wanted more liliwon �� It’s been a nice little break from the months of frantic obiyuki writing!

A king must act decisively. Kyesook had told him that, back when they were simply Yuhon’s heir and the boy his supporters had trusted to mold him. Barely six years his senior, he’d given his lessons with all the airs of a priest reciting a sacred truths. But a king must also be cautious. And above all else-- even now his expectations weigh heavy on him --he must be in control.

Control, ha. Soowon marvels at the trembling wrist in his grip; at the thick, mottled skin now streaked by the pale band of his fingers, silvered like long-healed scars instead of shackles. A pulse throbs against his fingertips, slippery with rage and thwarted wrath, but there’s no fear in his eyes, no sense of how close he’s come to death.

Not yet, at least.

“As much as the lady might annoy...”  His grip tightens, just a hair, but his tone never strays from pointed civility. “Striking a woman is unnecessary.”

“Annoy?” Ah, of course. A man’s fist might quiver inches from the delicate bridge of An Lili’s nose, but that’s the stone that change’s the river’s course. “This man shakes a poor woman down in the middle of the streets, but I’m annoying for trying to--”

“Shake her down?” The man’s eyes bulge in their sockets, no longer a blade but a bullfrog belching its complaints to a ripple that’s splashed too close. “This girl is getting in the way of my business--”

“Your illegal business.” Lili surges toward him, heedless of the danger she so narrowly avoided. “I don’t think Kouren is going around, letting men like you issue permits--”

If she keeps this up, she might well win this argument by default, if only because the man’s died of apoplexy. “What do you know if it, you little--”

“I think you will find--” it’s in his softest, most dulcet tones that Soowon speaks, smile stretching his lips like a rack does a skin “--that denying this young woman’s wishes might cause more problems for you than it solves.”

He might be slender where this man is meaty, calm where he seethes, but when Soowon looms head and shoulders over him, bones groaning in his grasp, the man finally recognizes him the same way a rabbit recognizes a fox in the brush: as the superior being that cradles both his life and his death in its grip.

One that squeezes a little tighter as he says, “I speak, of course, from experience.”

Those bulging eyes no longer fix to Lili, no; they swing back to him, trembling like the rest of his squat body. Soowon, for his part, tries to find no pleasure in it. He fails of course. Ah, what his old minder might make of this mess? Nothing that would earn that man’s sparing praise, that’s for certain.

“F-fine then.” That man’s lips may flap but all that falls from them is this false bravado, useless save as a salve to his own pride. “Guess she can have her way, if it’s so important to her.”

“How kind.” Soowon’s grip springs open, sudden as a trap. The man stumbles, catching himself on his back foot. “Your graciousness will not be forgotten.”

There’s a threat in those soft words, hidden beneath the cushion of civility. A cleverer scoundrel would take it, a lesson learned about what a fair man might hide behind his sweet smile, but this one-- this one cradles his wrist against his chest and spits, “But if she gets in my way again...”

It is the work of a single step to slide between them, to break the furious path of his glare.

“That won’t be a problem. Or at least--” his voice drops to his chest, eyes falling open from their squint “--you better hope it is not.”

He’s impossible, that’s the problem here. When Lili left camp-- hours ago now, coaxing the most biddable mare in their entourage with the dried fruits she smuggled into her skirts during breakfast-- Soowon had still been in his tent. Sleeping, she assumed, or sulking if he couldn’t bring himself to have regular, basic needs like all the rest of those lesser mortals. He was still supposed to be doing that now, only inside that terrible darkened cage that passed for a palanquin.

And instead he’s-- he’s here. Haunting her heroic moment. Just swooping in and handling things when she definitely didn’t ask him to. Sure, he’s got that scumbag already scurrying into the gutters where he belongs, but he’s stooped over the woman too, wearing that stupid smile of his, the kind he squints into so no one notices it doesn’t reach his eyes.

A slender hand slips out from beneath the gleaming white of his robe, and oh, he’s stealing her rescue, too! Here she is, the one who bothered to step in to begin with, but that poor woman is all eyes for that beanpole, flushed and stammering as he guides her to her feet. Which is something Lili would have been happy to do, as soon as her own legs quit trembling. Just a few minutes and she would have been the one to gallantly offer her hand, the one to dust off the woman’s dirty knees. But instead--

Instead it’s Soowon fussing over her, offering with his stupid voice-- not even his real one, but the one he uses to come off as gentle and inoffensive, for all the good it does him-- to take her home. And it’s to him she clings even as her she insists he’s done enough.

Shameless, that’s what he is. Doesn’t even bother to look sorry when he finally glances her way either. Oh no, for her, he’s smug. Bastard.

Well, he’s not going to have the satisfaction of floating over here and pulling that angel act on her, oh no. Lili storms over to him first, legs stronger with every stomp, and demands, “What on earth are you doing here?”

Oh, he smiles and simpers for all the smallfolk, playing benevolent savior, but for her-- for her there’s no squint, no pretense that he’s doing anything but looking down on her when he says, “Saving you, it seems.”

“You?” It’s stupid that he’s so tall; if he’s going to be so obnoxious, she should at least be able to put her hands around his throat without having to jump. “Saving me?”

It’s ridiculous. Absurd, even. And worse yet, terrible, because if she’s being generous-- which she shouldn’t be; he doesn’t deserve it-- it might even be true.

That insufferable smile widens when he reaches out for her, and she means to duck, to sidestep, to do something if only to keep him from acting whatever way he likes, but--

But she’s frozen instead, breath caught up in her lungs as his fingers graze past her ears, disrupting the flyaway hairs that always gather just there no matter what Tetora does. A shiver traces down her spine, trembling her already weak knees, and it’s-- it’s nothing. Only that he never gets this close to anyone, not on purpose, so it feels...different. Weird.

That is, until her hood tumbles over her eyes, leaving her with only slash of his smirk in her vision. “Yes. Like always.”

She wrestles with the fabric until it sits properly back from her face, sputtering and spitting but never quite forming words. Always. The gall of him. “Where’s your babysitter?”

His eyebrows lift, two elegant questions over the still seas of his eyes. “Where is yours?”

Lili scowls; it’s not until her palms prickle that she even realizes she’s clenched her fists. “I don’t need one! I can take care of myself just fine.”

He doesn’t even bother to open his mouth, just pointedly glances at where she’d stood, too stupid to see a punch coming, and-- and--

“I can!” A hit like that would hardly kill her. “But now that you’re here, Joodoh is going to be tearing across the whole countryside to find--”

Funny, she wouldn’t have though his spindly hands it could fit so perfectly over her mouth. Or that his grip could bite so harshly into her wrist.

She glares up at him, ready to give him a piece of her mind, muffled or not, and finds a smile that is all teeth.

“Why don’t we move this discussion to a more amenable location?” he asks, and oh, it’s phrased like a suggestion, but every twitch of his eyes says, you’re making a scene.

Ha. If he thinks this is a scene, she’d be happy to show him what it looks like when she does a whole production--

Until she follows the quick flick of his eyes, gaze quickly drawn to the gleam of pauldrons, to the tooled leather insignia branded across the chest of more than a few men now lingering at the edge of the market, watching them. 

With a quick catch of her breath, his hand peels away. “Come.” He tugs at her wrist. “This way.”

“All right.” Lili slips like water from his fingers, one moment solid under his grip, and the next idling behind him in the alley, arms-crossed. “What are you doing here, really?”

Ah well, it’s fine enough; he hadn’t thought she would allow him to lead her this far from the market, let alone to somewhere properly secluded. “I might ask you the same thing.”

“Ugh, yeah you could,” she huffs, hands flailing wildly beside her already listing hood. “Or you could just answer the question like a normal person!”

He blinks at her, stymied. That’s hardly a standard he’s ever been expected to aspire to. Exceptional, certainly; superior might as well go without saying; but normal...?

“Fine!” Her head flings back with a groan, and ah, that explains how it keeps falling. “I’m here because Lady Lili only gets to see flower gardens and tapestries and maybe a decorative pond or two. And that’s fine or whatever, but Yona isn’t going to care about whether or not the castle’s lilies are growing well this year. For that matter, neither do I!”

His mouth opens, only to find that there’s nothing to say. “Ah...hm.”

“And also you’re horrible to travel with,” she continues, quite unnecessarily. “That’s a big part of it.”

“Well.” There’s a half dozen idiosyncrasies he could lay at her door as well, a litany of habits that could make even the most pious of the priesthood rethink temperance, but what comes out is a stilted, “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“So...there.” Her fluttering hands finally perch on her hips, ready to take flight with a single shift in the wind of her moods. “Your turn now.”

It would be simple to answer; he had prepared a response to that very question before he even left camp. Not the truth-- no one liked that, no matter what they said-- but the sort of regal humility expected of a cousin to the crown. I wanted to see the people of this land with my own two eyes, he would say, gaze fixed to the middle distance, properly melancholic. The care my cousin shows our people has taught me to seek its like wherever I go.

But as pretty as the words are, as melodic a cadence as he had composed to cradle them, it feels...inadequate. Lili may not speak to him with eloquence, but she is earnest, the way he had once been with...

Ah. An uncomfortable thought.

“The last time I was here, I came with an army at my back.” An invader, hoping to subdue a weakened rival with an application of suitable force. “I have to admit I was...curious. About what may remain after...everything.”

About what they might say about King Soowon, the man who failed where Princess Yona flew. Ah, Empress Yona, now.

The answer had been surprisingly little. He’s not sure what would have been worse: for his name being synonymous as their oppressor, or the fact that his gambit left so little mark that few remember it.

“It’s so different now, isn’t it?” The tightness around Lili’s eyes eases, the whole of her face softening as she skims the streets. “There’s scars where Kai and the nadai carved them, but...”

“I expected more,” he agrees. “A testament to Kouren’s leadership.”

“Oh?” One of her narrow brows quirk, too interested. “Is that so? Do you find that an attractive trait in an ally, or--?”

“Don’t start,” he grumbles, tucking his hands into his sleeves. “It’s insulting enough that Yona has tried to dress this up as a...a diplomatic mission, I don’t need this from you too.”

“But it is a diplomatic mission.” For once he wishes An Lili was a better liar; then he wouldn’t have to suffer her subterfuge. “Kouka has to send someone to the coronation, and who better than Yona’s own cousin, a--”

“An usurper and kin-killer.” His teeth ache as he strains his well-earned titles through them. “And though my lovely cousin would never admit it, I am a superfluous and inconvenient member of the royal family. She might well have spared me her mercy and killed me instead, the reception might have been kinder.”

For all that it’s true, Lili scowls at him, as if he’s a disappointment. “Yona has spent the past two years trying to involve you in every aspect of Kouka’s governance. She made you the Sky Advisor! You can’t really think sending you here to--”

“Woo a queen who has every reason to hate me?” For all her hot air, Lili deflates. Ah, so they had not thought he would figure out this portion of their plan until it was already well underway. “Yona would never be so rude as to suggest it outright, but I’m sure it would put her most at ease if I found Xing so diverting I never return to Kouka.”

Lili unleashes a groan so weary it practically creaks. “She would like you to be happy, instead of just...haunting your end of the castle and finding new ways to make yourself miserable.”

“Haunting.”

Her sharp little finger stings where it prods his chest. “You’ve spooked several servants, mister. Surprising we can still get people to go clean down that way when they’re all spun up about restless spirits wandering the halls.”

Soowon smooths the dimple she leaves in the fabric. “This is the first I’ve heard of it.”

“You said it, Yona’s too nice to tell you the stuff you need to hear.” Her mouth gives an insufferable little twist. “Like that you need to go out and get some fresh air.”

“And you’re...not.” It’s not a question. He has met her, after all. It’s one of the most tolerable things about her.

One of her slim shoulders lift, unconcerned. “Someone has to.”

“How...” He lets a few possibilities roll around on his tongue, savoring each one. “Considerate.”

“Listen, if you’re so concerned about why Yona chose you for this party--” her tone implies heavily that he shouldn’t be “--you’re a royal, like you said. It’s an honor for people to host you. Fussing over you makes them feel important. And the fact that Yona’s letting them do it makes her seem magnanimous.”

His eyes narrow. “I see. And the fact that I am the highest ranking unattached member of the imperial court...”

“Fine,” she sighs. “Yeah, if by some cosmic coincidence you somehow fell wildly in love with one of Yona’s staunchest allies and the strongest queen of her vassal countries, I’m sure she wouldn’t be mad about it.”

The only queen of her vassal countries. His breath whistles out through his nose. At least it’s a more flattering option than Mei-nyan. “How optimistic of her, considering how the last time I was in Xing, its first princess was calling for my head.”

“That’s Yona for you. Now...” Lili cranes her neck, peering around his side to-- ah, to his pockets. “Are those rice cakes?”

Ha. He had quite forgotten those were there. “Is there a reason you are asking?”

A grin splits her face as she threads her arm through his, all teeth. “Because if you’re going to show me around this place, you’re gonna have to share them.”

#liliwon #wonlili #akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #my fic #future fic #to all the ghosts #any #after i struggled so mightily with the first chapter this was written in like two days #most of it spent of futzing with soowon's pov #because the background music when i write him is so fiddly #lili is like. here is my pop mix on spotify let's go

[incorrectpizza]

Leaving Valhalla

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THOR: LOVE AND THUNDER

This is just a little fanfic I wrote on the fly this weekend because I'm in denial about the end of the movie. Canon-compliant, short and sweet, not terribly well written cause I don't usually do Marvel stuff, but I figured I might as well share this one with the world:

Time seems to be an illusion in Valhalla. The skies are always blue, the sun always shining, the clouds just a spectacle to add contrast, the grass still green despite the lack of rain, the pools of water always clear and deep. Jane spends endless days with Heimdall, and Frigga, and Odin and a hundred other new faces she’s grown to call friends, strange as that term seems in the afterlife. The arrivals are the only stick by which to measure the timelines of other worlds. Jane likes to watch, sometimes, as eerie as it seems. She does not recognize most of those who come, but there have been a few. Most notably, one armed Lady SIf, raging, looking not much older than Jane remembers her. Sometimes she watches the gates, standing tall. She watches as glitter flies in and turns to flesh. 

Until, one day, she spots a figure walking across the horizon, slowly, picking up pace as he nears.

She freezes in recognition as she registers tall, blonde, red cape, Mjolnir!-

“Thor?” 

He stands feet from the gate. He looks…different, somehow. More and less. Taller, more tired, yet also more alive and bright and whole than he’s ever been.

Before she has time to think, or move, she notices a woman behind him, wearing an eerily familiar beanie…

“Darcy!” She practically yelps. Her feet are suddenly freed, flying, and the two women share a quick embrace before she takes her friend at arm’s length to see just how time has treated her. “How did you end up in Valhalla?” “Well, there’s this incursion thing threatening us and there’s this man claiming he’s the smartest man in the multiverse and-”

“We’re not dead.” At first, she doesn’t even notice Thor’s hand on her shoulder. Her brain, instead, plays his words on repeat as they slowly sink in. Not dead. Not dead. Not dead?

“Earth is in grave danger, and Darcy said you were the only one who might be able to help.”

“Wait, you want me-” She gestures wildly, towards herself, away from herself, back to Valhalla, down to earth, as she struggles to understand the impossible. “To return to Earth? Bingo. The universe gets saved, I get my best friend back, you get to spend more time with the God of Thunder-” She ticks off each item on her fingers, and she’s grinning, and stars, Jane can’t believe she’s right here, in front of her. Thor’s hand on her arm, too, feels like a relic from a prior life.

“No. I can’t.” Turning, she breaks free of Thor’s grip, Darcy’s pleading stare She focuses back towards the banquet hall, towards the glassy lakes. This can’t be happening.

“Jane. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want-”

 Her eyes roam the sky and the lush landscape, the sacred, beautiful land that, try as she might, she’s never felt fully at home in. “No, no, it’s not that, Thor. This doesn’t seem…it doesn’t seem right. People don’t leave Valhalla.” Valhalla. A god’s paradise, a mortal’s prison.

“I know.” Thor’s booming voice, etched with concern, is impossible to ignore. “It is not a choice you should make lightly, Jane.”

“Is it-”

“We don’t know for sure it will work, and even if it does…” He trails off.

“Not to rush your little reunion here, but we have seven minutes until Love’s ship goes back with or without us.” Darcy taps her watch - a new accessory, Jane notes, with gems and - is that a ring on Darcy’s finger? She’ll have to ask.

“I’m coming.” Jane takes one last glance around the wild place, gathers up her skirts, and moves towards the ship. She laughs as she catches sight of the goats. 

But before she’s taken three steps, a hand reaches out and stops her. 

“No. Jane. There’s one more thing you should know.” Thor’s eyes glimmer - tears? - as his mouth moves to form gravelly words.

“We can’t be sure the cancer won’t be there when we return.”

Jane’s arm twitches, trembles, as her left hand instinctively reaches to scratch her right wrist. She takes a deep breath, forcing her arms back to her side, fighting off the memories of the pain.

“If you come back, you’ll have to immediately begin intense chemotherapy.”

“I saved a whole bunch of your lab stuff, and it’s all set up in the hospital in New Asgard.” Darcy reassures her as she walks, backward, towards the ship, pointing at her watch once again.

Jane closes her eyes, opening them slowly, thumbing the scar on her lower arm. 

“I’m still in.” 

“I can’t let you pick up Mjolnir again.” Thor’s voice even lower, barely a whisper, as he fingers the hammer's strap reverently. “But thankfully this time, the world needs Doctor Jane Foster, not the Mighty Thor.”

#thor love and thunder fanfic #fosterson #thor x jane #darcy lewis #thor: love and thunder spoilers #jane foster #thor #love #mighty thor #the mighty thor #thor love and thunder #thor love and thunder spoilers #thor: love and thunder

[ironfey-42]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Doctor Strange (2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Stephen Strange, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & Stephen Strange Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man), Happy Hogan, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) Series: Part 16 of Izzy’s IronStrange Bingo 2019, Part 1 of Izzy’s Ladies of Marvel Bingo Summary:

The faint sobs of Peter and Pepper were heard by everyone as Stephen brought Pepper close to his chest, to his heart wrapping his arms around her, as though having Pepper close to his heart would drown the emptiness that overcame his heart as Tony died. Peter had pushed himself between the two, taking comfort in the warmth that the two created.

. . .

Stephen felt nervous, inside the cabin was her, the child he saw growing up in the 14,000,605 futures that he had looked through. He never thought he’d meet her, without Tony. He had always imagined from the moment that he had seen the 14,000,605 futures, that he’d meet her with Tony and Pepper by his side.

. . .

Taking a deep breath, Stephen watched as Pepper brought up a hand to knock against the door. Stephen felt nervous, what if she didn’t love him? What if she hated him for leaving her mom and dad alone for five years? What if…

. . .

Stephen finally meets Morgan.

IronStrange Bingo: You Ladies of Marvel Bingo: Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange IronStrange Haven Weekly Challenges: I know you

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@ladiesofmarvelbingo

#ironfeyworks #ironstrange #fanfic #doctor strange #stephen strange #iron man #tony stark #magitech #marvel cinematic universe #strangeiron #pepper potts #drpepperony

[marvelrarepairbingo]

As the holiday season passes, we have a bunch of Winter round up fics to keep you warm through the cold happening all around you. November and December were productive months at our Marvel Rare Pair Bingo 2022 where participants are still going strong. Below the cut is a list of the great submissions for the winter season. Round Two is around the corner for our Marvel Rare Pair Bingo so please be sure to check it out as we close out our end of the year Round One leading into the next round :) We want to encourage anyone who would like to join in on the fun to check us out at https://marvelrarepairbingo2022.tumblr.com/ or head on over to our discord. It’s a no pressure event and we are open to a lot of wiggle room for creativity, so please check us out if you get a chance as so far everyone seems to be having a lot of fun.  Now, for those who are already part of the bingo and have been sharing their works we wanted to do a round up for Winter to showcase the great submissions we’ve received under the cut :)

Title: Serva Me, Servabo Te Author: Alex Greene Card #: MRP-002 Square Filled: G4 Visual prompt: A remote island. Pairing: Emma/Mesmero Rating: Mature Warnings: hypnosis, nudity, Emma Frost, Mesmero Summary: Emma Frost travels to Cloudtops Island to attend the Cloudtops Academy in a teaching role at the behest of Mesmero. She learns some more about her strange, often wicked, always hypnotic, companion. And she learns something about herself. Word Count: 6600 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42831453 Title: Tony's Private Jet Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: B3 Pairing: Tony Stark/Justin Hammer Rating: M Warnings: None Summary: The night had come quick and they hadn’t said a word about it. Or the next time, or the time after that. Word Count: 579 Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/43047147

Title: Tea Party Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: 01 Pairing: Bruce & Morgan, BG Pepper/Tony Rating: G Warnings: None Summary: Lady Morgana and Lady Cornelia have a tea party Word Count: 100 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43197408

Title: Doesn't this have a name? (And isn't it love?) Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: I1 Pairing: Tony Stark/Clint Barton Rating: T Warnings: None apply Summary: The two had been close before, but the whole break-up of the Avengers had heightened it to a new level. They didn’t put a label on it, there didn’t need to be one. All they knew was that they enjoyed each other’s company, and sometimes kissed on the lips, and that was good enough for them. Word Count: 1220 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43230720

Title: We Had It All (but even that wasn't enough for you) Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: N1 A Tight Squeeze Pairing: Bruce Banner/Justin Hammer, Justin Hammer/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers Rating: M (no smut occurs) Warnings: Cheating, Non-consensual Kissing Summary: Steve was not invited, and yet he showed up anyway. When Justin decided to chew him out, there were three possible ways it could have gone. Word Count: 2160 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43294566

Title: Adrenaline Junkie Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: O4: Adrenaline Junkie Pairing: Bruce Banner/James "Bucky" Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, College AU, No Powers, Public Sex, Mentions of Bullying, Self Esteem Issues Summary: Bucky liked to take risks. maybe asking out Bruce was the best one he's taken so far. Word Count: 1816 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43503052

Title: Mismatched Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: G5: Thor/Bruce Pairing: Bruce Banner/Thor Rating: Teen Warnings: N/A Fluff, Humor, Secret relationship Summary: Thor and Bruce have the same waist size. When they have to worry that makes for an interesting mix-up. Word Count: 680 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43559544

Title: Wordsmith Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: G3: Bookshop AU Pairing: Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers Rating: Mature Warnings: AU - College, AU - No Powers, Lime, Fluff, N/A Summary: Hello, how can I help you?” hot clerk asked him and Steve cleared his throat to hopefully conceal that he was probably flushed a shade of pink. “I’m, uh, looking for a book,” he stammered. Very eloquent, Rogers. Great going, of course you’re looking for a book in a goddamn bookstore, he thought, cursing himself quietly. “Um, books, actually. About World War II?” Word Count: 1930 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43601640

Title: Missing Person Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: G4: Missing Person Pairing: Bruce Banner/Justin Hammer Rating: Teen Warnings: Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Bad Parent Brian Banner Summary: Bruce was gone. He might never be coming back and Justin wasn’t sure how to handle it. Word Count: 2054 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43659813

Title: By Your Side Forever (Even If It's Difficult) Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: I4: Image Prompt: Desert cliffs at night Pairing: Tony Stark/Peter Quill Rating: Mature Warnings: Established Relationship, Marriage, Abusive Parent Summary: After they'd gotten married, Tony wonders how his father will react. Word Count: 544 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41804034/chapters/110135830#workskin

Title: By Your Side Forever (Even If It's Difficult) Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: I5: There is no point at which you can say ‘Well, I’m a success now. I might as well take a nap’ Pairing: Tony Stark/Peter Quill Rating:  Mature Warnings: Established Relationship, Marriage, Abusive Parent Summary: All in all, it could have probably went worse. Of course it could have also went better. Word Count: 637 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41804034/chapters/110266722#workskin

Title: Science And Magic Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: O3: Science and Magic Pairing: Tony Stark/Wong Rating: Gen Warnings: Drabble, Humor, Fluff Summary: Tony couldn't understand why his machinery kept malfunctioning. Word Count: 100 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43962354

Title: Room For One More Troubled Soul Author:  wordsmisleadinghere Card #: MRP-008 Square Filled: O5: “‘You’re allowed to fall apart a little.’” Pairing: Scott Lang/Steve Rogers Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Drabble, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Scott Lang Needs a Hug, Angst, Pre-Relationship, Gen or Pre-Slash, technically Summary: Steve wanted to argue the point. He wasn’t allowed, not with the team hanging on by a thread. Word Count: 100 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44010012

Title: Are You a Scarlet? Author:  KiAnLake Card #: MRB010 Square Filled: N1 Pairing: Scott Summers/Loki Rating: Mature Warnings: Secret Crush, Secret Identity, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Stripping, Scott Summers Deserves Happiness, Dom Loki (Marvel), Loki Does What Loki Wants (Marvel) Summary: Loki discover a secret involved a strip club. While he looks for the clues, Scott try his best to of Scott that avoid the Norse god. Word Count: 1017 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43068738/chapters/108225363/

Title: Ritalin (Chapter 2) Author: Chaoticgardenbread Card #: MRP-029 Square Filled: N4: Secret Admirer, G4: Trapped In a Closet Together Pairing: Logan/Pietro Rating: Teen Warnings: N/A Summary: Things are going great, well, as good as it gets with Wolverine, which of course is good enough for him, and it’s also easily the easiest thing he’s done in ages, but when they have an unexpected guest, Peter realizes that maybe he hasn’t quite thought this one out. Word Count: 1940 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42670812/chapters/107781381

Title: Ritalin (Chapter 3) Author: Chaoticgardenbread Card #: MRP-029 Square Filled: B2: Terrible choices, I4: A trip to the mall Pairing: Logan/Pietro Rating: Teen Warnings: N/A Summary: Peter tells Erik about their relationship and Logan deals with the aftermath. Word Count: 2015 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42670812/chapters/108128601/

Title: There’s just one who could make me stay all my days Author: Chaoticgardenbread Card #: MRP-029 Square Filled: O4 Lights/Neon Lights Pairing: Logan/Pietro Rating: Explicit Warnings: N/A Summary: Post Alkali Lake events, Wolverine drifts, and Quicksilver finds him in a bar. Finds, because it obviously requires some effort on the younger mutant’s part. Much as Logan isn’t too keen on company, Quicksilver is insistent, in the way he usually is, and Logan quickly finds that despite his best efforts, they’re going… Somewhere. Word Count: 4024 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43497240

Title: Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall Author: Chaoticgardenbread Card #: MRP-029 Square Filled: O2: Poetry Pairing: Logan/Pietro Rating: Teen Warnings: Poetry Summary: The thing about Peter, is that he is sharper than what he might lead everyone to believe. He has an uncanny ability to show up and offer his… Words of encouragement, to anyone who might be in need of some cheer. The way he goes about it, is with the finesse of wrapping several rounds of duct tape around something broken and declaring it whole, but Charles appreciates the thought nonetheless. Or, winter shenanigans at the mansion that takes place a few years post Apocalypse. Word Count: 3401 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43936531

Title: The spark of the night Author: endlesstwanted Card Number: MRP-031 Square Filled: O1: Bonfires Pairing: Scott Summers/Sam Wilson Rating: Teen Warnings: Halloween Costumes, Surprises, Meet the Family, Nervousness, Swearing Summary: It’s Scott and Sam’s first Halloween as a couple, in which they are surprising each other with their costumes and attending the Avengers party. Word Count: 2115 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42953010

Title: Two halves are enough for three Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: I3 — Everything changes Pairing: Kate Bishop/Kazimierz Kazimierczak/Maya Lopez Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none, it's all fluff Summary: Kate finally moves in with Maya and Kazi. Word Count: 1088 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43318983

Title: Each one will tell you a story Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: B4: Scars Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/John Walker Rating: Teen Warnings: Developing Relationship, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Abuse Summary: In a moment of quiet, Bucky lets John explore the scars on his body. Word Count: 1207 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43768479

Title: The language between flowers and ink lines. Chapter one Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: O2: Flirting Pairing: Steve Rogers/Thor Rating: General Warnings: Flower Shop AU, Meet-Cute, Flirting, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers Summary: Steve needs help with a flower-themed design, and Bucky suggests that getting some flowers would solve his problem. Lucky for him, he ends up in Thor’s flower shop Word Count: 1645 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43868650/chapters/110299942

Title: It's soup weather! Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: Adopted: It's soup weather! Pairing: Sharon Carter/Sam Wilson Rating: Gen Warnings: Snowed In, Pre-Slash Summary: Sharon and Sam get stuck in a safe house after a blizzard. Word Count: 772 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44108968

Title: Pitching a Tent Author: Blizzard_Fire Card Number: MRP-032 Square Filled: I3: Things That Go Bump in the Night Pairing: Bruce Banner/Thor Rating: Explicit Warnings: N/A, just tent smut Summary: Bruce sneaks into Thor’s tent on the Avengers’ camping trip. Neither of them are good at keeping quiet. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43060161

Title: Drain My World Away Author: TheUltimateUndesirable Card #: 034 Square Filled: O3 — First Kiss Pairing: Steve Rogers/Thor Rating: Mature Warnings: 1940's Period Typical Mindsets Summary: For months now Steve has been battling his instincts to follow his newfound friend into his so-called world but considering that’s the ocean he doesn’t understand how to do that. Everything in his gut tells him to trust Thor though, even if he doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s the stubbornness that prevents it or the underlying layer of fear he tries to ignore. Either way it becomes a personal challenge as he’s pulled towards the merman day after day, until he finally jumps and the world he knows drains away. Word Count: 5,146 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43049568

Title: Yggdrasil Is Our Home Author: TheUltimateUndesirable Card #: 034 Square Filled: B1: Magical Trouble Pairing: Thor & Loki Rating: Teen Warnings: Adopted Loki, Adopted Thor, Brotherly Bonding, Headcanons, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/referenced torture Summary: Loki’s had time, loosely speaking, to accept what he is. A Jotun taken from his home. Thor though isn’t so lucky, unable to process the revelation that his life is almost as big of a lie as his little brother's. Is it possible for either to understand the other and accept what is? Word Count: 3468 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43524624

Title: Be With Me Forever More Author: TheUltimateUndesirable Card #: 034 Square Filled: G4: Love Gifts/Languages Pairing: Thor/Bruce Banner Rating: Explicit Warnings: Asgardian Bruce Banner, Asgardian AU, Tooth Rotting Fluff and Smut Summary: Ready to take their relationship to an official level Thor tries to make the moment special for Bruce. Peace and quiet away from the palace. It’s a good thing as current royalty is questioned, points are made and celebrating gets heated. Word Count: 4524 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43667695

Title: Come Little Hawk Author: TheUltimateUndesirable Card #: 034 Square Filled: B2: Praise Kink Pairing: Loki/Clint Barton Rating: Explicit Warnings: Omegaverse and PWP Summary: Becoming friends with Thor had accidentally introduced him to the man’s little brother. Another Alpha who left Clint itching with irritation that he couldn’t place on anything other than Loki’s general existence. Obvious tension rolled off of them, or maybe just him, in waves when they were around each other and somewhere along the line that had washed him right up into Loki’s bed. Word Count: 2063 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44008431

Title: Ready to Risk The Night Author: TheUltimateUndesirable Card #: 034 Square Filled: N1: New Year's Midnight Kiss - (previously Cuddling For Warmth) Pairing: Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova Rating: Explicit Warnings: Omegaverse PWP Summary: After months of stewing on her crush, when an opportunity Kate’s pretty sure it’s a set up. Considering the setting is so innocent though she isn’t sure she wants to turn it away. Sure, making a move on an assassin is a risk, but the reward is greater than she could imagine. What better way to ring in the New Year? Word Count: 2890 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43752318 Title: Trust In The Trees Author: TheUltimateUndesirable Card #: 034 Square Filled: I3: Image: Fancy looking bed in a tree house Pairing: Bruce Banner/Thor Rating: Explicit Warnings: Transgender Bruce Banner and PWP Summary: When Thor wants to take him on a little vacation to get away for a bit, Bruce can’t say no. So he decides to embrace their time together, regardless of location and if his boyfriend wants to try teasing him up to a tipping point. Word Count: 2288 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43963746 Title: Turning Tender on Me Author: TheUltimateUndesirable Card #: 034 Square Filled: N3 Free Pairing: Tony Stark/Clint Barton Rating: Explicit Warnings: None apply Summary: After his secret of being an Omega is outed, Clint allows his sex life with Tony to venture into unexplored territory. Something that has ended up taking their already possibly serious unspoken not relationship to an even more seriously problematic unspoken not relationship level. Thankfully it’s hard to talk about the tender stuff when you’re always having fun, can’t breath, or have melted into orgasmic goo. Word Count: 2364 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44097093

Title: An Unending Itch For You Author: TheUltimateUndesirable Card #: 034 Square Filled: G5 - Uniforms Pairing: Matt Murdock/Frank Castle Rating: Explicit Warnings: None Apply Summary: Another reckless night on the streets is more desire than need, but Matt���s starting to have trouble telling the difference between the two. The danger. The urge. The fight. Both are pent up and satisfied in a way everyone would approve of, if only he could tell it to them all. It’s hard to confess a crush though, when you’re still working on confessing it to yourself. So what else can he do other than seek it out to scratch that itch no one except Frank Castle seems to be able to provide. Word Count: 1872 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44100360

Author IronStrangle Fandoms: MCU Relationship: Joaquín Torres/Sam Wilson Characters: Joaquín Torres Sam Wilson Bucky Barnes Additional Tags: Sexting, Phone Sex, Masturbation Rating: E  Prompt: Phone Sex / Sexting Link: Incoming Text

Title: Set The Mood Author: Jimothy Card #: MRP-0041 Square Filled: N2 "There's a hotel just around the corner." Pairing: Steve/Peggy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Explicit, Smut Summary: After Peggy leaves him wanting at the bar, Steve thinks about what could’ve been. At least, until he forgets about the bond between them. Word Count: 1563 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/captainjimothycarter/702489093538545664?source=share

Title: Fic Author: Jimothy Card #: MRP-0041 Square Filled: N3: Free Space Pairing: Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter Rating: Explicit Warnings: Desk Sex, Clothed Sex Summary: “See something you like?” Peggy purred in his ear. Peggy’s boyfriend is Professor Steven Grant Rogers and she learns why she shouldn’t tease him. He can dish it out in return. Word Count: 2570 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43734816

Title: A Christmas Miracle Author: Jimothy Card #: MRP-0041 Square Filled: Obstacles To Love Pairing: Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter Rating: General Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy, Hurt/Comfort Summary: Peggy’s world falls apart after she learns she’s pregnant with Steve’s child. They had a whole life promised to one another. It wasn’t the white-picket fence and apple tree yard that was imagined for her, but it was her life, it was Steve’s life and they were going to bring their child up in it.

Now she would be bringing their child into this world without Steve by her side. That’s not to say she’s alone. She has Bucky, Steve and Bucky’s family, and her support group. It hurts to know Steve will never get to know their child

While she mourns the loss of her partner, miles away, in a tomb of ice, the ice begins to stir. Steve will do whatever it takes to make it home. Word Count: 3009 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44062603/chapters/110789764

Title: The Gift that Keeps on Giving Card #: MRP131 Square FIlled: O3: Rescue Mission Pairing: Bucky Barnes & James Rhodes (non-romantic), Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, James Rhodes/Pepper Potts Rating: Teen Warnings: Gift Giving, Reluctant Friendship, Mishaps, Adult Content, Monsters, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Enemies to Friends, sexual innuendo, Supernatural Elements, Bucky and Rhodey's reluctant friendship in the making Summary: When Tony goes away with a team on a mission, Tony decides to encourage his fiancé Bucky and his best friend Rhodey to get closer to each other with a series of gifts scattered around the tower encouraging them to spend time together. In doing so one of Tony's gifts has surprising consequences as Bucky and Rhodey are forced to work together to face down one of Tony's exotic presents in a grueling battle. When Tony returns will his plan bring Bucky and Rhodey closer together in forming a friendship or will disaster follow? Word Count: 9952 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42940212

Title: Three Things Card #: MRP131 Square FIlled: I3: "I Won't Wait Forever", G4: “You’re gonna have to earn it”, I4 Missing Person Returns, B4: Surprise Party Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Peter Parker friendship, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: Teen Warnings: Adult Content, Swearing Summary: Bucky Barnes has been doing what he can to push forward in finding a way to achieve peace in the world around him after life has pulled him in a new direction. It's holiday season and a chance meeting brings Bucky into connection with a kid who could use a little help and leads him closer to the three important things that he's missing in his life as spelled out by Sam in an appeal to get Bucky to embrace life. Peter Parker is down on his luck after life threw him an unexpected curve. He's not looking for handouts, but when Bucky offers him friendship and a place to stay, Peter finds himself hoping for a return to the joys he's lost along the way. Word Count: 3167 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43743691/chapters/110000083/

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Stucky Bingo Round-Up #7 (October 16th - 22nd)

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Stucky Bingo October 2022 Round Robin by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy, cable-knit-sweater, Dogsled, Girl_Back_There, jessybarnes, Politzania, Meg Square filled: AU: Reality TV, Telepathy, “Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?”, First Date, Muscles, and Nick Fury Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Ableist Language Major tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Reality TV, Dating Show, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, War Veteran Steve Rogers, Game Show Host Nick Fury, Brock Rumlow Causing Trouble Summary: “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Avenge Your Love, the newest and biggest show on the Marvel Network, designed to match a man of honor and bravery with the love of his life. I’m Nick Fury, your host for this adventure, and I’m here with Captain Steve Rogers of the U.S. Army. Captain, tell us a little bit about yourself.” Format: Round Robin

“I hate you” - “I love you” by cable-knit-sweater Square filled: N2 - Scott Lang Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Fluff and humor, stripping, lapdance, Steve Rogers is a little shit Summary: Scott plays the song "Under Pressure" each and every time he joins the Avengers on a mission. Bucky is sick and tired of it. Steve decides to tease him a little, and try to change his mind about the song. By taking his clothes off. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

It was about time by otp-holic Square filled: O3 - Engagement pictures Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Fluff, headcanon, engagementX dancing Summary: Their first engagement picture Format: Headcanon and manip

Scars That Never Heal by Dogsled Square filled: Adopted Square Sept - Sokovia Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: ghost steve rogers, angst, love confessions, unrequited love, sokovia Summary: Zemo was right about visiting Sokovia. He needed to come here, needed to see the things that Zemo has lost. Beyond that, it's a good place for some introspection on the things that Bucky himself has lost along the way. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Tough Act by bugsandcoffee Square filled: N2 - Fake Dating Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Past Abusive Relationship Major tags: Fake Dating, Mutual Pining, Musician Bucky Barnes, Getting Back Together Summary: A decade after they broke up Bucky shows up on Steve’s doorstep. He needs his help. Bucky needs a boyfriend to convince his record label to let him release his next album and if he can't get a real boyfriend, a fake boyfriend will have to do. Steve agrees. After all there's nothing that could go wrong with fake dating the guy you've always had feelings for, is there? Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

How About Love? - Chapter 2 by cable-knit-sweater Square filled: N3 - Free Square Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Shrunkyclunks, Flower Shop AU, Getting to know each other, Fluff Summary: Bucky Barnes owns a flower shop, and he’s not having the best day. A customer enters his store right when he’s about to close up for the night, and he couldn’t be more annoyed. He’s won over quickly though, by sad blue eyes, ridiculous shoulders, a soft voice and an appreciation for his craft. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

As Your Heartbeat Keeps Me Warm by Voylitscope Square filled: B5 - Forehead Touching Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: angst with a happy ending, fluff and angst, friends to lovers, light sexual content Summary: ""I was awake,"" Bucky says. Steve's almost sure that's a lie. Bucky's breathing had been steady and measured as recently as five minutes ago. Steve decides not to point that out. Instead, he reaches his hand out between their bedrolls and grabs for Bucky's. ""Too strange for you, too?"" Steve asks, turning his head toward Bucky. ""Too something, anyway,"" Bucky says, moving his hand so that his fingers lace with Steve's. ""Too a lot of things, I guess."" (Or: Steve Rogers at exactly 2:14 am on 10 different sleepless nights between 1937 and 2020.) Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

Soft Touches and Nose Kisses by jessybarnes Square filled: N2 - Nose Kisses Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: FLUFF, nose kisses, Bucky has a cold, medicine, pills, worried Steve, clingy Bucky, pet names, maybe a curse word or two? Summary: Bucky gets a cold while Steve is out on a mission. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

kiss for good luck by buckyismybicycle Square filled: N1 - Long Distance Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Goodbyes, fluff, light angst Summary: “I wish it didn’t have to be like this,” Steve blurts out. I wish I wasn’t losing you again. I wish you didn’t have to do this. “It’s for the best, Steve,” Bucky reminds him. I have to. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Stucky Pumpkin Family by Girl Back There Square filled: N3 - Free Space Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Pumpkin Carvings, Stucky Family, Spoopy Season, Digital Art Summary: The whole family is represented for the spoopy season! Format: Art

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